06-27-2017, 10:07 PM
I stare hungrily over at our foes, who are looking pretty fucking rough after this latest skirmish. Uncle Tom seems barely able to keep his feet, and Avril Lavigne is struggling to get back up from where I threw her. Course, we weren't much better off. I had more holes in me than a Polish submarine, and Archer wasn't looking any better. Dude was bleeding from so many places, I was starting to wonder if he even had any blood left in him. Fortunately, the crystal annoyances that had been harrying me and my attractive friend had vanished after Tall, Dark, and Really Weird took that shotty blast to the face, so we had a moment of respite while they composed themselves.
I decide this is a good time to focus Papa Piccolo's healing abilities, and I THINK I feel a little better. Hard to tell with all the fucking pain. Reloading his weapons, Archer sidles over to me and whispers softly into my earhole, “Listen, pal. I think the chick is their weak link. Other than that knife she pulled on you, all she's done is copy what everyone else is doing. And ol' Midnight Rider seems real protective of her. So... here's the pla-”
“Shhh... Shhh... It'ss ok. We don't need a plan, pal.”
“What?!”
I smirk, my beak-mouth opening into a wicked crescent as I lower myself into a squatting stance, and reply, “Ssee... we tried the whole plan thing already. We were gonna ambush them good, remember?. And you ssee how that turned out. Now... now it'ss time to do thingss the Ccell way.”
“Oh god... Please don't tell me...”
With a sinister laugh, the motion making my polar-bear eye nod in agreement, I confirm his suspicions, “Yup. We jusst go out there and murder them like kittenss in a pool. Planss just take all the fun out of fighting.”
With all the talking we're been doing, Tea and Biscuits have finished their breather, the latter back on her feet. She summons the adorable little knife she stabbed me in the face with (this time with a friend), holding them in front of her defensively. Her Black Daddy reaches out with an open palm, his giant dildo-spear dislodging from its tree-sheath and returning to him. Good. They're ready. I'd hate to have killed them without a challenge.
“Sso here'ss our plan of attack... ATTACK!”
The last word is barely out of my beak-mouth before I dash towards little miss Technique Thief. God, the bitch is worse than Goku when it comes to stealing other folks' attacks.
Archer sighs and turns his attention towards Tearen. “I guess I'm dealing with the Moon Cricket then...” he says in resignation and earning a blank stare from the obsidian skinned fellow.
“Oh god. Was that racist? I'm so sorry!” Sterling says as he brings his MP40s to bear and unloads on the God-Mind, the latter stagger-diving to cover under the rain of lead.
“Wait... did I say 'sorry'? I meant, 'FUCK YOU'!”
At this point, Tearen PROBABLY retaliates and some epic fighting happens between him and Archer. But, let's be honest here: You don't care about that. You want the main event. So, let's jump right back into what I'm doing, shall we?
My green legs carry me over the forest detritus with powerful strides, quickly closing the gap between myself and the girl. She's ready for me though, swiping out with a knife as soon as I'm within reach, forcing me to pull my totally awesome punch or risk losing my hand. Very quickly, I find myself on the defensive as the cute little thing slashes wildly at me. I'm being pushed back under her furious assault, mostly due to the surprise that she's ACTUALLY faster than I am.
I can't help but to grin in-between the sparks of her steel clashing with my ki-infused carapace. She's a lot more interesting than I'd have given her credit for. Unfortunately, I can't just let her have ALL the fun. I lower myself under a haphazard attack, my hands curling into claws for a brief second before I lay into the girl with a flurry of rapid-fire punches, elbows, kicks, and... well, you get the idea. I use Wolf Fang Fist on the bitch. Bitches LOVE Wolf Fang Fist! Her knives are knocked aside, lost amid the foliage and dead-leaves, and she's backed against a tree by the end of my attack. I lean in close and deliver the finishing blow:
“You know...” I hiss softly into Malon's ear, licking my beak. “Oncce you and your papa are dead... I'm gonna drink you both. Don't worry though. It'ss jusst a brief moment of pain then you'll become one with me... become one with perfection.”
I decide this is a good time to focus Papa Piccolo's healing abilities, and I THINK I feel a little better. Hard to tell with all the fucking pain. Reloading his weapons, Archer sidles over to me and whispers softly into my earhole, “Listen, pal. I think the chick is their weak link. Other than that knife she pulled on you, all she's done is copy what everyone else is doing. And ol' Midnight Rider seems real protective of her. So... here's the pla-”
“Shhh... Shhh... It'ss ok. We don't need a plan, pal.”
“What?!”
I smirk, my beak-mouth opening into a wicked crescent as I lower myself into a squatting stance, and reply, “Ssee... we tried the whole plan thing already. We were gonna ambush them good, remember?. And you ssee how that turned out. Now... now it'ss time to do thingss the Ccell way.”
“Oh god... Please don't tell me...”
With a sinister laugh, the motion making my polar-bear eye nod in agreement, I confirm his suspicions, “Yup. We jusst go out there and murder them like kittenss in a pool. Planss just take all the fun out of fighting.”
With all the talking we're been doing, Tea and Biscuits have finished their breather, the latter back on her feet. She summons the adorable little knife she stabbed me in the face with (this time with a friend), holding them in front of her defensively. Her Black Daddy reaches out with an open palm, his giant dildo-spear dislodging from its tree-sheath and returning to him. Good. They're ready. I'd hate to have killed them without a challenge.
“Sso here'ss our plan of attack... ATTACK!”
The last word is barely out of my beak-mouth before I dash towards little miss Technique Thief. God, the bitch is worse than Goku when it comes to stealing other folks' attacks.
Archer sighs and turns his attention towards Tearen. “I guess I'm dealing with the Moon Cricket then...” he says in resignation and earning a blank stare from the obsidian skinned fellow.
“Oh god. Was that racist? I'm so sorry!” Sterling says as he brings his MP40s to bear and unloads on the God-Mind, the latter stagger-diving to cover under the rain of lead.
“Wait... did I say 'sorry'? I meant, 'FUCK YOU'!”
At this point, Tearen PROBABLY retaliates and some epic fighting happens between him and Archer. But, let's be honest here: You don't care about that. You want the main event. So, let's jump right back into what I'm doing, shall we?
My green legs carry me over the forest detritus with powerful strides, quickly closing the gap between myself and the girl. She's ready for me though, swiping out with a knife as soon as I'm within reach, forcing me to pull my totally awesome punch or risk losing my hand. Very quickly, I find myself on the defensive as the cute little thing slashes wildly at me. I'm being pushed back under her furious assault, mostly due to the surprise that she's ACTUALLY faster than I am.
I can't help but to grin in-between the sparks of her steel clashing with my ki-infused carapace. She's a lot more interesting than I'd have given her credit for. Unfortunately, I can't just let her have ALL the fun. I lower myself under a haphazard attack, my hands curling into claws for a brief second before I lay into the girl with a flurry of rapid-fire punches, elbows, kicks, and... well, you get the idea. I use Wolf Fang Fist on the bitch. Bitches LOVE Wolf Fang Fist! Her knives are knocked aside, lost amid the foliage and dead-leaves, and she's backed against a tree by the end of my attack. I lean in close and deliver the finishing blow:
“You know...” I hiss softly into Malon's ear, licking my beak. “Oncce you and your papa are dead... I'm gonna drink you both. Don't worry though. It'ss jusst a brief moment of pain then you'll become one with me... become one with perfection.”
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Everyone takes a moment to recompose themselves.
Cell uses Advanced Regeneration to heal 1.4 damage (Yeah, I'm including the .4! That's a lot!) 0/2 SP remaining.
Archer reloads his MP40s.
Malon summons a couple of Tactically Deployed Knives.
Tearen pulls his Enigma back out of a tree with Telekinesis.
Cell uses Burst Movement to close on Malon.
Archer fires his MP40s on Tearen, causing the latter to run for cover.
Malon tries to cut me up good with her Knives, but I use Deflection to armor up.
Cell uses Wolf Fang Fist to out-speed Malon and knock her Knives away.
Cell uses "OH MY GOD WHAT A FUCKING CREEP" on Malon. It's super effective!
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