06-26-2017, 05:13 AM
What the-
Ew. Strawso, ew. Stop that nasty shit. Tearin' flesh off and biting motherfuckers. Motherfuckin' disgusting. He probably tastes bad too...
A pause, before Gamzee is struck with another brilliant idea. He raises his forearm tentatively to his mouth, opens wide and chomps down har- OW! That fucking hurt! And it didn't even taste that good. The clown frowns and notices several pinpricks of purple forming on his arm where his pointy teeth broke skin. Another pause, as he looks up from his arm to the two currently locked in a grapple, and then back down to his lightly bloodied limb.
*slurp*
Eh, that part tastes okay, he supposes. Kinda fruity, but with the amount of Faygo he drinks on the daily, he ain't all that surprised. The High-Blood sighs before limping in between the two fighters. He faces Strazio with his hands playfully on his hips.
"Awwwright, Strawso," Gamzee begins, waggling a finger at him, "I think the poor motherfucker has had enough. Let's just take this here fancy item and leave him here to bleed ou-"
Huh. Ouch, again.
Looking down at the sword sticking out of his belly, and then back up at Strazio Rockwell, the troll is stricken with a weird sense of having seen this before. They got a word for that shit right? Délà bu or some such shittery. Yeah, Gamzee is getting some serious Délà bu outta this shit. He sighs. It hurt to sigh.
"Ey Straz, this shit look familiar to you? Gettin' flashbacks from the coliseum. You know, when you almost killed me? Ah, good times, good times," the shish kebab says, reminiscing. The Avatar roars an expletive in response. Gamzee supposes Straz wasn't really in the mood to talk.
"Yo, you mind pulling out of me?" He asks the samurai, chuckling at his terribly punny inuendo. It hurt to chuckle, too. He turns his head to try and get a look at the guy, making sure he doesn't move his body so the sword doesn't scramble his insides. The look on Shinmen's face is pretty worth it.
"Wh-What are you?" Man, is this guy just a walking cliché or what?
"Can't help but feel like I've heard people say that somewhere before," the troll muses. He carefully places the sword between his index finger and thumb, gently nudging it back out of his body.
Once the tip vanished into his flesh, Gamzee nods his head back at the swordsman, "Alright bro, your turn."
Shinmen growls, withdrawing his sword from the clown rather violently. A smattering of royal blood dotted the rain slicked pavement, promptly washing away in the rain. The blade was covered in a purple sheen, showing the ronin that his opponent does indeed bleed purple. Gamzee turns around to face his attacker, miracalizing his clubs into existence once more. He breathes in slowly, holding in the breath for a few moments before exhaling. Lightning crackles to life and wraps itself around his juggling pins, rain drops sizzling as soon as they fall near the electrified weapons.
The troll lunges and lashes out with the left club in a horizontal strike, Takezo in turn bringing up his sword to deflect. The lightning dissipates as it knocks the sword from Shinmen's grasp. The samurai curses his injured arm, unable to properly block with the one handed style he was so unused to. So preoccupied with the loss of his weapon, Takezo doesn't see the next strike coming and a sparking juggling pin collides with the man's chin in a brilliant skyward strike. The lightning discharges, coursing through his body as he falls to the wet concrete in a jittery, twitchy heap.
Gamzee goes for a swift boot to the man's gut that would've sent him sprawling across the ground. That is if the fool hadn't used his injured leg to do so. He shouts a yelping 'motherfuck!' and hops up and down on one leg, cradling his injured foot like someone who had just stubbed their toe on the corner of something in a dark room. He isn't sure what hurt more, the hole in his tummy or the ringing sensation verberating through his entire leg. He didn't even know legs could fucking ring.
Shinmen tries to get to his feet, but falls back to his knees, the numbness not quite yet subsided from his legs.
"Curse you!" He shouts.
"Fuck you!" Gamzee and Strazio simultaneously shout back, uncursed and all the better for it. The clown discards his clubs and rears back a fist before slugging the guy in the face.
Heheh. His face was squishy. He does it a few more times, giggling to himself every time he makes fist to face contact.
Ew. Strawso, ew. Stop that nasty shit. Tearin' flesh off and biting motherfuckers. Motherfuckin' disgusting. He probably tastes bad too...
A pause, before Gamzee is struck with another brilliant idea. He raises his forearm tentatively to his mouth, opens wide and chomps down har- OW! That fucking hurt! And it didn't even taste that good. The clown frowns and notices several pinpricks of purple forming on his arm where his pointy teeth broke skin. Another pause, as he looks up from his arm to the two currently locked in a grapple, and then back down to his lightly bloodied limb.
*slurp*
Eh, that part tastes okay, he supposes. Kinda fruity, but with the amount of Faygo he drinks on the daily, he ain't all that surprised. The High-Blood sighs before limping in between the two fighters. He faces Strazio with his hands playfully on his hips.
"Awwwright, Strawso," Gamzee begins, waggling a finger at him, "I think the poor motherfucker has had enough. Let's just take this here fancy item and leave him here to bleed ou-"
Huh. Ouch, again.
Looking down at the sword sticking out of his belly, and then back up at Strazio Rockwell, the troll is stricken with a weird sense of having seen this before. They got a word for that shit right? Délà bu or some such shittery. Yeah, Gamzee is getting some serious Délà bu outta this shit. He sighs. It hurt to sigh.
"Ey Straz, this shit look familiar to you? Gettin' flashbacks from the coliseum. You know, when you almost killed me? Ah, good times, good times," the shish kebab says, reminiscing. The Avatar roars an expletive in response. Gamzee supposes Straz wasn't really in the mood to talk.
"Yo, you mind pulling out of me?" He asks the samurai, chuckling at his terribly punny inuendo. It hurt to chuckle, too. He turns his head to try and get a look at the guy, making sure he doesn't move his body so the sword doesn't scramble his insides. The look on Shinmen's face is pretty worth it.
"Wh-What are you?" Man, is this guy just a walking cliché or what?
"Can't help but feel like I've heard people say that somewhere before," the troll muses. He carefully places the sword between his index finger and thumb, gently nudging it back out of his body.
Once the tip vanished into his flesh, Gamzee nods his head back at the swordsman, "Alright bro, your turn."
Shinmen growls, withdrawing his sword from the clown rather violently. A smattering of royal blood dotted the rain slicked pavement, promptly washing away in the rain. The blade was covered in a purple sheen, showing the ronin that his opponent does indeed bleed purple. Gamzee turns around to face his attacker, miracalizing his clubs into existence once more. He breathes in slowly, holding in the breath for a few moments before exhaling. Lightning crackles to life and wraps itself around his juggling pins, rain drops sizzling as soon as they fall near the electrified weapons.
The troll lunges and lashes out with the left club in a horizontal strike, Takezo in turn bringing up his sword to deflect. The lightning dissipates as it knocks the sword from Shinmen's grasp. The samurai curses his injured arm, unable to properly block with the one handed style he was so unused to. So preoccupied with the loss of his weapon, Takezo doesn't see the next strike coming and a sparking juggling pin collides with the man's chin in a brilliant skyward strike. The lightning discharges, coursing through his body as he falls to the wet concrete in a jittery, twitchy heap.
Gamzee goes for a swift boot to the man's gut that would've sent him sprawling across the ground. That is if the fool hadn't used his injured leg to do so. He shouts a yelping 'motherfuck!' and hops up and down on one leg, cradling his injured foot like someone who had just stubbed their toe on the corner of something in a dark room. He isn't sure what hurt more, the hole in his tummy or the ringing sensation verberating through his entire leg. He didn't even know legs could fucking ring.
Shinmen tries to get to his feet, but falls back to his knees, the numbness not quite yet subsided from his legs.
"Curse you!" He shouts.
"Fuck you!" Gamzee and Strazio simultaneously shout back, uncursed and all the better for it. The clown discards his clubs and rears back a fist before slugging the guy in the face.
Heheh. His face was squishy. He does it a few more times, giggling to himself every time he makes fist to face contact.
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Takezo stabs a peace loving Gamzee with weird results
Gamzee uses Stun Clubs, Takezo was paralyzed for four seconds. Gamzee can no longer use Stun Clubs for the rest of the fight.
Gamzee punches him two or ten times.
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