06-26-2017, 07:46 PM
When the pair cursed back at him, Takezo could not help himself. The more pain that surged through his body the greater his drive. The curse upon them was a joke that many Samurai had uttered when they were in his place. It was a dark humor only he understood. He snickered. That snicker turned to a full blown laugh as he rose to his shaky feet. HIs limp arm hung loosely, while his right, not too much better than the left, whipped out to fling a mixture of bloods into the eyes of his opponents. It was not as effective as the sand that Jak had thrown into his eyes, but it was just enough to roll towards his weapon of choice and collect it once again.
His legs buckled as he stood, requiring a second and almost a third attempt. Even as his legs grew weak, his grin grew only stronger. It was by sheer force of will that he launched himself towards ... Strazio. He by far hit harder than Gamzee, and with skin so thin he was the better choice if Takezo wanted to take someone down with him. The raging man had only just cleaned the blood from his face to find Takezo in it. For the second time, he felt the cold steel sink into his intestines with a brutal twist. The mage's reaction was to bring both hands up, almost cupping the ronin's face. It would have been game over if he used that move again... but an honorable fight was no longer an option. As those hands approached his face, Takezo leans over and just bites right between the thumb and the index.
It was just enough of a shock factor for Takezo to bring a weakened foot up and kick off of the mage, ripping his sword free, as well as a chunk of meat. The taste of raging blood had Takezo's own boiling. He spat the chunk of meat back at its previous owner. "Is it just me... or do you cut like hot butter?" Hot was accurate. To dig to the flesh had not been as easy as Takezo made it look, his face was adorned with burns from the inferno that was the man's flesh. In fact, he was not even sure that what he had bitten out of the man was even 'meat.' His face burned. His mouth burned. Everything burned. Even his spirits, but that was a completely different burn.
The warrior was breathing heavy, cackling in between pants. He flicks the blade, though the heat of Strazio's form had burned the blood off before the swordsman could make a show of it. There was nothing but scorched crimson staining the steal now.
While Strazio was recuperating, Gamzee took the brief window to dash in with those bulbous sparklers. Takezo was on the defensive, batting away the first strike with the broad side of his sword, then the second with a flick of shoulder and dead-hand. The shock brought sensation back, but only pain. Takezo was only slightly more skilled, and ready for the onslaught - and waiting for the opening. After both pins had been deflected, Takezo finds it. "Surprise!" Gamzee attempts to cover the obvious opening with a headbut... but Takezo was ready for it and lead with a knee. As Gamzee's head comes down, Takezo jumps into the strike right between the horns. The grunt earned earned a laugh, and the following elbow back to the troll's head dropped him to the ground.
Takezo sank his blade into Gamzee's back, pinning the troll to the ground. His breath was ragged after the flurry of motion. He was physically devastated, and Strazio was ready to get even. The swordsman was without his sword, one arm down, legs going numb, face burned, chest gored... "Are you ready to end this?" The man with the death wish, ready to go hand to hand with the raging beast. "No mercy." He was not talking about offering the berserker mercy. He was cackling as he told the man not to go easy on him. "Let's finish this Game of Blood."
His legs buckled as he stood, requiring a second and almost a third attempt. Even as his legs grew weak, his grin grew only stronger. It was by sheer force of will that he launched himself towards ... Strazio. He by far hit harder than Gamzee, and with skin so thin he was the better choice if Takezo wanted to take someone down with him. The raging man had only just cleaned the blood from his face to find Takezo in it. For the second time, he felt the cold steel sink into his intestines with a brutal twist. The mage's reaction was to bring both hands up, almost cupping the ronin's face. It would have been game over if he used that move again... but an honorable fight was no longer an option. As those hands approached his face, Takezo leans over and just bites right between the thumb and the index.
It was just enough of a shock factor for Takezo to bring a weakened foot up and kick off of the mage, ripping his sword free, as well as a chunk of meat. The taste of raging blood had Takezo's own boiling. He spat the chunk of meat back at its previous owner. "Is it just me... or do you cut like hot butter?" Hot was accurate. To dig to the flesh had not been as easy as Takezo made it look, his face was adorned with burns from the inferno that was the man's flesh. In fact, he was not even sure that what he had bitten out of the man was even 'meat.' His face burned. His mouth burned. Everything burned. Even his spirits, but that was a completely different burn.
The warrior was breathing heavy, cackling in between pants. He flicks the blade, though the heat of Strazio's form had burned the blood off before the swordsman could make a show of it. There was nothing but scorched crimson staining the steal now.
While Strazio was recuperating, Gamzee took the brief window to dash in with those bulbous sparklers. Takezo was on the defensive, batting away the first strike with the broad side of his sword, then the second with a flick of shoulder and dead-hand. The shock brought sensation back, but only pain. Takezo was only slightly more skilled, and ready for the onslaught - and waiting for the opening. After both pins had been deflected, Takezo finds it. "Surprise!" Gamzee attempts to cover the obvious opening with a headbut... but Takezo was ready for it and lead with a knee. As Gamzee's head comes down, Takezo jumps into the strike right between the horns. The grunt earned earned a laugh, and the following elbow back to the troll's head dropped him to the ground.
Takezo sank his blade into Gamzee's back, pinning the troll to the ground. His breath was ragged after the flurry of motion. He was physically devastated, and Strazio was ready to get even. The swordsman was without his sword, one arm down, legs going numb, face burned, chest gored... "Are you ready to end this?" The man with the death wish, ready to go hand to hand with the raging beast. "No mercy." He was not talking about offering the berserker mercy. He was cackling as he told the man not to go easy on him. "Let's finish this Game of Blood."
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Takezo blinded Gamzee and Strazio briefly with his own blood
Gored Strazio again, bit his hand.
Surprise knee-faced Gamzee, then pinned him to the ground...
Going toe to toe with the Avatar of Rage... without his sword.