06-24-2017, 09:30 PM
The ronin stood. Not only did he stand, he rolled to his feet with gusto. The spear had pierced his chest at the hollow near his shoulder - the same damn shoulder that Dark Jak and Deadpool had struck. Except this time the attack cauterized itself. "No blood. That's no fun."
As he tried to take his sword in both hands, he found that his left, previously weak, was no immobile. His entire arm actually felt numb. "HA! Looks like I'll have to take you both on, single handed!" Literally. Holding his sword in his right, letting his left rest by his side. Useless. Or so he'd let them believe.
Strazio was the first to dash in, bold as ever and ready to bloody his knuckles on Takezo's face. The swordsman lead away with the blade, and with a twist of his shoulders catches the unsuspecting mage off guard by bitchslapping him with the numb hand. Full twist, the ronin lowers his center to bring the sword back around and slash at the man's legs. He looked damn near graceful if not for the flailing manner of his left appendage.
The 'Rage Mage,' bleeding from two wounds now, stumbles back. Gamzee, having success crippling the swordsman's left arm, was emboldened to try again with the lightning spear. This time Takezo, up and mobile, slashes at the plasma projectile. The spear splits, right down the center. The way the ronin had angled his body, one half flew behind his back, while the other grazed along his chest.
It would have been a grand show, if the spear was wood. However, the defensive maneuver went awry as both halves deteriorated into a shower of sparks, further singing his flesh and clothing. His shirt and pants were smoldering, and his face looked half as bad as Deadpool's. Still, his eyes burned brighter than the lightning that scorched him and his grin was twice what he had begun with.
Takezo did not have the time to properly respond before Strazio was on him again. The bitchslapping numb hand would not catch the mage off guard again. He almost bursts into Takezo's field of view, palm extended. The swordsman was about to respond when Strazio unleashes a burst of some sort of energy, directly against Takezo's face. "FUCK YOU!" He heard the two words before the world devolved into a sensation of pain and ringing.
The swordsman tumbled backwards onto his back once again. His eyes searched the skies, but all he saw was white. All he could hear was ringing. Would this be his final moments? The thought of it all brought him to a fit of laughter. He laughed at the clown, he laughed at the thin-skinned man, he laughed at himself. "I love this game!"
Strazio was leaping on top of the man again, ready to pummel him while he was down. So far the ronin had shown no signs of ranged attacks, or even magic abilities. He was just a man with a sword. The way he laughed at his own suffering, and the possibility of his own death, he was closer to a demon with a sword. Only a demon would laugh when faced with hell. It just meant he was going home.
The Mage never made it atop the swordsman. The man's cursing as he approached was predictable and it was easy to simply lift his sword, planting the hilt upon the ground, and allow Strazio to land upon the tip. Vision was slowly returning, with the vague image of Strazio shish kabobed upon the bloodied katana. Blood poured out of the glass cannon's wounds.
"Fuck..."
"You." The ronin finished the sentence, before twisting his sword. He grunted before throwing the mage to the side, yanking his sword free with another furious twist of the wound. Wounded, ears still ringing and vision blurry, he rolls back to his feet. "If you are going to try and kill me... I will kill you first." With that, the demon swordsman unleashed a heavy downward strike against Strazio, since Gamzee was keeping his distance.
As he tried to take his sword in both hands, he found that his left, previously weak, was no immobile. His entire arm actually felt numb. "HA! Looks like I'll have to take you both on, single handed!" Literally. Holding his sword in his right, letting his left rest by his side. Useless. Or so he'd let them believe.
Strazio was the first to dash in, bold as ever and ready to bloody his knuckles on Takezo's face. The swordsman lead away with the blade, and with a twist of his shoulders catches the unsuspecting mage off guard by bitchslapping him with the numb hand. Full twist, the ronin lowers his center to bring the sword back around and slash at the man's legs. He looked damn near graceful if not for the flailing manner of his left appendage.
The 'Rage Mage,' bleeding from two wounds now, stumbles back. Gamzee, having success crippling the swordsman's left arm, was emboldened to try again with the lightning spear. This time Takezo, up and mobile, slashes at the plasma projectile. The spear splits, right down the center. The way the ronin had angled his body, one half flew behind his back, while the other grazed along his chest.
It would have been a grand show, if the spear was wood. However, the defensive maneuver went awry as both halves deteriorated into a shower of sparks, further singing his flesh and clothing. His shirt and pants were smoldering, and his face looked half as bad as Deadpool's. Still, his eyes burned brighter than the lightning that scorched him and his grin was twice what he had begun with.
Takezo did not have the time to properly respond before Strazio was on him again. The bitchslapping numb hand would not catch the mage off guard again. He almost bursts into Takezo's field of view, palm extended. The swordsman was about to respond when Strazio unleashes a burst of some sort of energy, directly against Takezo's face. "FUCK YOU!" He heard the two words before the world devolved into a sensation of pain and ringing.
The swordsman tumbled backwards onto his back once again. His eyes searched the skies, but all he saw was white. All he could hear was ringing. Would this be his final moments? The thought of it all brought him to a fit of laughter. He laughed at the clown, he laughed at the thin-skinned man, he laughed at himself. "I love this game!"
Strazio was leaping on top of the man again, ready to pummel him while he was down. So far the ronin had shown no signs of ranged attacks, or even magic abilities. He was just a man with a sword. The way he laughed at his own suffering, and the possibility of his own death, he was closer to a demon with a sword. Only a demon would laugh when faced with hell. It just meant he was going home.
The Mage never made it atop the swordsman. The man's cursing as he approached was predictable and it was easy to simply lift his sword, planting the hilt upon the ground, and allow Strazio to land upon the tip. Vision was slowly returning, with the vague image of Strazio shish kabobed upon the bloodied katana. Blood poured out of the glass cannon's wounds.
"Fuck..."
"You." The ronin finished the sentence, before twisting his sword. He grunted before throwing the mage to the side, yanking his sword free with another furious twist of the wound. Wounded, ears still ringing and vision blurry, he rolls back to his feet. "If you are going to try and kill me... I will kill you first." With that, the demon swordsman unleashed a heavy downward strike against Strazio, since Gamzee was keeping his distance.
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Gamzee's Lightning Spear fully disabled Takezo's bum left arm.
Strazio got bitchslapped. Severe damage to pride, not so much to the body.
Strazio has multiple bleeding wounds.
Failed to deflect a second Lightning Spear.
Strazio used Shatter on Takezo's face. Sight is still slightly blurry and ears are ringing.
Takezo speared Strazio like a shish kabob. Not-so-yum.
Takezo went in for a devestating strike while Strazio was down as payback.