06-17-2017, 02:02 PM
The attack was like nothing he had felt before. He briefly considered summoning a Taihou in front of him- her fist would strike the orb, and though he would feel the full force of the explosion, the damage would be less so than the rage-filled fists coming at him.
But he just didn’t have time. She was faster now, faster than him. The gold and silver Chi barely even began to shape when the strike hit him full-on. He tried to melt, but it wasn’t fast enough. His body was sent tumbling, his confused attempts at defense leaving him a half-melted, half-beaten mush of a god. He could feel the alien brew working in his protean veins, helping him pull back together, but that had been one hell of a hit.
She was right. He loved it!
He took quick stock; his left shoulder was more-or-less useless, as was the arm attached to it. Luckily, he had hands to spare. His face felt like he had submerged it in a sun, and he was pretty sure he lost an eye on the same side. He would have lost more, if not for the beer. He would have to thank Karl personally at some point, and he wouldn’t even be sarcastic doing so. His remaining eye observed as Gamzee took advantage of Erika’s focus on Chakravartin. He was a whirlwind of savage strikes and singing blows, the colorful clubs dancing against her, but while she felt the strikes, none of them made a lasting impact on her new form.
Pulling himself together; whole, but wounded, Chakravartin gathered the three hands he had left, and began to spin his two swords once more as he began walking towards the fray. In his remaining Palace Hand, another Taihou was born. Both his opponents saw him coming, and Gamzee backed off, changing targets and springing himself towards Chakravartin. For a moment, it looked like he would run head-long into the Spinning Death, but he cleared both buzz-saws with a leap that took him over Chakravartin’s head, and crashing to the dirt behind him. The troll whipped around, slamming both clubs into the god’s undefended back, but all it did was stagger him. Chakravartin sent his working arm and fist careening into the troll’s jaw, staggering him right back.
Erika rushed forwards, even after her steel gauntlets were shattered by her last attack, she simply endured the spinning swords. The momentum wasn’t enough to cut dangerously, giving her a few good slashes, but nothing that ran too deep. Chakravartin felt the shaking feeling that now that she had transformed, she was more durable than he was.
She pushed her way through his blades, screaming in rage, just as Gamzee reared back for a harder hit against his back. He dropped to ground, and melted once more, feeling sick as the exhaustion began to creep up on him. Gamzee couldn’t stop in time, and neither could Erika. Club met stomach, fist met face, and one floating golden hand dropped a still only beach-ball sized Taihou onto the mess.
Erika’s and Gamzee’s arms had outstretched to hit where Chakravartin no longer was, and with the impact against each other, the Taihou was caught nicely between their two outstretched hands. It detonated, flinging the two away from each other. The explosion wasn’t too harsh- neither had lost the use of their limb, but both would be feeling the pain.
“Damn it!” Erika growled, smashing her foot down uselessly into the golden goop, and waving her sword towards the golden hands. She knocked one of the god’s own swords away, but the golden hands were quick.
“You’re making me downright cautious about juggling, motherfucker.” Gamzee said with a shaky laugh, flapping his injured arm to get the feeling back into it. “But I can motherfucking play at catch the motherfucking party grenade game, since you like this bitching flashy funtime so much.” Putting his clubs beneath his armpits and holding them to his sides, he put his hands together, smoke and magicks pouring from them, “All that stomping ain’t doing shit worth, white-hair.” Gamzee called, “Want to see if this can hurt the shiny little motherfucker?”
“I’m killing both of you!” she responded, turning towards him and running.
“I’m more interested to see if it can hurt you.” Chakravartin said smugly, reforming beneath where she had been stomping, and reaching out with all three Palace Hands- he wasn’t strong enough to hold her in place, but slow her down? Sure. His own ball of energy began forming for the fourth time in his actual hand.
Erika was stuck between them. Having already seen the result of Chakravartin’s blast, she turned her attention to Gamzee. Chakravartin’s face darkened. “Don’t you dare look down on me.” He growled, throwing.
But he just didn’t have time. She was faster now, faster than him. The gold and silver Chi barely even began to shape when the strike hit him full-on. He tried to melt, but it wasn’t fast enough. His body was sent tumbling, his confused attempts at defense leaving him a half-melted, half-beaten mush of a god. He could feel the alien brew working in his protean veins, helping him pull back together, but that had been one hell of a hit.
She was right. He loved it!
He took quick stock; his left shoulder was more-or-less useless, as was the arm attached to it. Luckily, he had hands to spare. His face felt like he had submerged it in a sun, and he was pretty sure he lost an eye on the same side. He would have lost more, if not for the beer. He would have to thank Karl personally at some point, and he wouldn’t even be sarcastic doing so. His remaining eye observed as Gamzee took advantage of Erika’s focus on Chakravartin. He was a whirlwind of savage strikes and singing blows, the colorful clubs dancing against her, but while she felt the strikes, none of them made a lasting impact on her new form.
Pulling himself together; whole, but wounded, Chakravartin gathered the three hands he had left, and began to spin his two swords once more as he began walking towards the fray. In his remaining Palace Hand, another Taihou was born. Both his opponents saw him coming, and Gamzee backed off, changing targets and springing himself towards Chakravartin. For a moment, it looked like he would run head-long into the Spinning Death, but he cleared both buzz-saws with a leap that took him over Chakravartin’s head, and crashing to the dirt behind him. The troll whipped around, slamming both clubs into the god’s undefended back, but all it did was stagger him. Chakravartin sent his working arm and fist careening into the troll’s jaw, staggering him right back.
Erika rushed forwards, even after her steel gauntlets were shattered by her last attack, she simply endured the spinning swords. The momentum wasn’t enough to cut dangerously, giving her a few good slashes, but nothing that ran too deep. Chakravartin felt the shaking feeling that now that she had transformed, she was more durable than he was.
She pushed her way through his blades, screaming in rage, just as Gamzee reared back for a harder hit against his back. He dropped to ground, and melted once more, feeling sick as the exhaustion began to creep up on him. Gamzee couldn’t stop in time, and neither could Erika. Club met stomach, fist met face, and one floating golden hand dropped a still only beach-ball sized Taihou onto the mess.
Erika’s and Gamzee’s arms had outstretched to hit where Chakravartin no longer was, and with the impact against each other, the Taihou was caught nicely between their two outstretched hands. It detonated, flinging the two away from each other. The explosion wasn’t too harsh- neither had lost the use of their limb, but both would be feeling the pain.
“Damn it!” Erika growled, smashing her foot down uselessly into the golden goop, and waving her sword towards the golden hands. She knocked one of the god’s own swords away, but the golden hands were quick.
“You’re making me downright cautious about juggling, motherfucker.” Gamzee said with a shaky laugh, flapping his injured arm to get the feeling back into it. “But I can motherfucking play at catch the motherfucking party grenade game, since you like this bitching flashy funtime so much.” Putting his clubs beneath his armpits and holding them to his sides, he put his hands together, smoke and magicks pouring from them, “All that stomping ain’t doing shit worth, white-hair.” Gamzee called, “Want to see if this can hurt the shiny little motherfucker?”
“I’m killing both of you!” she responded, turning towards him and running.
“I’m more interested to see if it can hurt you.” Chakravartin said smugly, reforming beneath where she had been stomping, and reaching out with all three Palace Hands- he wasn’t strong enough to hold her in place, but slow her down? Sure. His own ball of energy began forming for the fourth time in his actual hand.
Erika was stuck between them. Having already seen the result of Chakravartin’s blast, she turned her attention to Gamzee. Chakravartin’s face darkened. “Don’t you dare look down on me.” He growled, throwing.
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Chakravartin partially defends against the attack by disassembling, but loses an eye and his left arm as a result of not being fast enough to transform completely. Gamzee then attacked Erika with Deuce Clubs, landing multiple hits. Chakravartin reassembles, and uses Spinning Death Palace Hands again, as well as making a Variation One: Initial Burst, Palace Taihou. Gamzee hits him on the back with his clubs, and Chakravartin punches him in the face.
Erika’s defense is high enough that the spinning swords aren’t dangerous, and tried to punch Chakravartin. Chakravartin ducks while disassembling, and Erika and Gamzee hit each other. The variation one Taihou is dropped onto both of their extended arms, injuring them, but not removing the limbs. Erika knocks away one of Chakravartin’s swords.
Gamzee charges Flower Bomb, and Chakravartin slows Erika down with three Palace Hands as he charges another Variation One Taihou, which he throws at Erika.
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