06-24-2017, 07:57 PM
Gamzee blinks. That was kind of a personal question.
"That shit is purple, motherfucker," Gamzee answers, "What about yours?"
The swordsman barks out a laugh, "Why don't you come find out, circus freak?"
The clown pouts, tossing aside his cane - that was just plain old hurtful. Strands of virulent lightning dance across his form and a javelin of pure electric energy materializes in his palm. Just as he's about to chuck it at his aggressor's ugly motherfuckin' mug, a hand presses against his chest and Strazio steps in front of his apprentice.
"Stay back, Gamzee, I can handle this dumbass. Won't take more than a few seconds," the mage declares, stepping forward. His arms snap, crackle, and pop with magick as he begins to charge a bolt of energy, but a flash of steel precipitates a fountain of blood erupting from his chest. The swordsman cackles a tad maniacally, brandishing his newly bloodied blade in one fluid motion.
"Don't you dare let your guard down around me!"
He then does a fancy, somewhat silly looking hop-step maneuver, putting some distance between himself and the mage. The ronin once more readies his katana, adopting an aggressive fighting stance.
"My name is Takezo Shinmen and your blood will sate the thirst of my blade!"
Wow, that was just boring, to put it bluntly. What a lame introduction. Gamzee can do 'em one better, actually! In a superior display of one legged acrobatics, the troll springs into a front flip, landing on a one-foot motherfucking pirouette, middle finger extended in a flourish.
"My name is Gamzee Motherfucking Makara, and I'm here to kick your motherfucking ass!" Yeah. That'll do it. Gamzee's mentor, who had fallen to his knees, now pushes himself off the ground and spits in Shinmen's direction.
"And I'm Strazio Rockwell. Now that that's out of the way, stand still so I can wipe that fucking smirk off your face," he growls. A bolt of searing magick is sent flying at the samurai, who rolls out of harm's way.
Gamzee lopes after him, deuce clubs poofing into existence in a shower of prismatic smoke. Takezo roars, slashing a wild flurry of strikes, looking for all the world like an angry deranged painter trying to use the clown as a canvas. the High-Blood bats them out of the way as best he can, but still catches a nicking strike in the shoulder. A smattering of violet blood decorates his opponent's sword, egging on Shinmen's onslaught. His blood lust induced laughter mixes with the clatter and clang of their weapons, producing a ghastly sound to echo off of the concrete jungle.
The troll is holding his own for the most part, until Takezo manages to strike with such force that the juggling pins are forced from his hands, falling to the ground. His opponent then slams the hilt of his sword into the side of Gamzee's skull, putting him squarely on his ass. The samurai lords over him, holding his blade vertical to Gamzee's prone figure.
"Ha! You shall never defeat a samurai with such paltry weapons! I, Takezo-"
does not get to finish that sentence. Gamzee swings his good leg upwards as hard and fast as he can, slamming his shin bone right between Takezo's legs, right into the poor guy's rice balls.
Shinmen doubles up, wheezing and about to crumple. Then, Strazio tackles the motherfucker, slamming right into his midsection. The Rage Mage ends up on top, his fists slamming into the dude's face over and over again.
"Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"
Ah, such eloquence. Classic Strazio. Gamzee scrambles to his foot, the other being, you know, fucking useless. Like him in this fight, as a matter of fact. God, he feels like such a drag, bringin' his bro down like this. He couldn't really do a lot of shit in his current condition, and that's pretty motherfuckin' frustrating. He lets loose a string of swears consisting mostly of 'motherfuck', amethyst lightning sparking to life around him. He wields another electric spear, hoisting it up for a throw.
"Heads up!" the troll shouts.
Strazio looks up from the thing he was most currently preoccupied beating the shit out of.
"Ah fuck, I mean get out of the motherfuckin' way!"
The mage barrel rolls out of the way, and Gamzee slings his spear at Takezo as soon as he starts to sit up. The lightning bolt plants itself firmly in Shinmen's chest before exploding in a brilliant display of discharging electricity. A shower of violet sparks rain down on the samurai, singeing his clothes and skin.
"Get up, motherfucker. I ain't done lighting your ass up," the clown murmurs. The beginning of an eerie smile alights his lips as the High-Blood starts to crave the carnage.
"That shit is purple, motherfucker," Gamzee answers, "What about yours?"
The swordsman barks out a laugh, "Why don't you come find out, circus freak?"
The clown pouts, tossing aside his cane - that was just plain old hurtful. Strands of virulent lightning dance across his form and a javelin of pure electric energy materializes in his palm. Just as he's about to chuck it at his aggressor's ugly motherfuckin' mug, a hand presses against his chest and Strazio steps in front of his apprentice.
"Stay back, Gamzee, I can handle this dumbass. Won't take more than a few seconds," the mage declares, stepping forward. His arms snap, crackle, and pop with magick as he begins to charge a bolt of energy, but a flash of steel precipitates a fountain of blood erupting from his chest. The swordsman cackles a tad maniacally, brandishing his newly bloodied blade in one fluid motion.
"Don't you dare let your guard down around me!"
He then does a fancy, somewhat silly looking hop-step maneuver, putting some distance between himself and the mage. The ronin once more readies his katana, adopting an aggressive fighting stance.
"My name is Takezo Shinmen and your blood will sate the thirst of my blade!"
Wow, that was just boring, to put it bluntly. What a lame introduction. Gamzee can do 'em one better, actually! In a superior display of one legged acrobatics, the troll springs into a front flip, landing on a one-foot motherfucking pirouette, middle finger extended in a flourish.
"My name is Gamzee Motherfucking Makara, and I'm here to kick your motherfucking ass!" Yeah. That'll do it. Gamzee's mentor, who had fallen to his knees, now pushes himself off the ground and spits in Shinmen's direction.
"And I'm Strazio Rockwell. Now that that's out of the way, stand still so I can wipe that fucking smirk off your face," he growls. A bolt of searing magick is sent flying at the samurai, who rolls out of harm's way.
Gamzee lopes after him, deuce clubs poofing into existence in a shower of prismatic smoke. Takezo roars, slashing a wild flurry of strikes, looking for all the world like an angry deranged painter trying to use the clown as a canvas. the High-Blood bats them out of the way as best he can, but still catches a nicking strike in the shoulder. A smattering of violet blood decorates his opponent's sword, egging on Shinmen's onslaught. His blood lust induced laughter mixes with the clatter and clang of their weapons, producing a ghastly sound to echo off of the concrete jungle.
The troll is holding his own for the most part, until Takezo manages to strike with such force that the juggling pins are forced from his hands, falling to the ground. His opponent then slams the hilt of his sword into the side of Gamzee's skull, putting him squarely on his ass. The samurai lords over him, holding his blade vertical to Gamzee's prone figure.
"Ha! You shall never defeat a samurai with such paltry weapons! I, Takezo-"
does not get to finish that sentence. Gamzee swings his good leg upwards as hard and fast as he can, slamming his shin bone right between Takezo's legs, right into the poor guy's rice balls.
Shinmen doubles up, wheezing and about to crumple. Then, Strazio tackles the motherfucker, slamming right into his midsection. The Rage Mage ends up on top, his fists slamming into the dude's face over and over again.
"Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"
Ah, such eloquence. Classic Strazio. Gamzee scrambles to his foot, the other being, you know, fucking useless. Like him in this fight, as a matter of fact. God, he feels like such a drag, bringin' his bro down like this. He couldn't really do a lot of shit in his current condition, and that's pretty motherfuckin' frustrating. He lets loose a string of swears consisting mostly of 'motherfuck', amethyst lightning sparking to life around him. He wields another electric spear, hoisting it up for a throw.
"Heads up!" the troll shouts.
Strazio looks up from the thing he was most currently preoccupied beating the shit out of.
"Ah fuck, I mean get out of the motherfuckin' way!"
The mage barrel rolls out of the way, and Gamzee slings his spear at Takezo as soon as he starts to sit up. The lightning bolt plants itself firmly in Shinmen's chest before exploding in a brilliant display of discharging electricity. A shower of violet sparks rain down on the samurai, singeing his clothes and skin.
"Get up, motherfucker. I ain't done lighting your ass up," the clown murmurs. The beginning of an eerie smile alights his lips as the High-Blood starts to crave the carnage.
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Shinmen uses Iado: First Strike on a Cocky Strazio
Gamzee and Shinmen exchange blows
Strazio tackles Shinmen, Then punches him in the face. A lot.
Gamzee chucks a lightning spear at Shinmen before he has a chance to get up.
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