06-28-2017, 01:52 PM
„Become one with... your ugly mug?” Malon asked, bearing the grimace that was universal language for “Do not want.” “I’d rather lick Ganondorf’s boots than – well, actually…”
“Can I have ssome sseriossity here?! I’m about to-“ Cell began an angry tirade but was cut short when Malon attacked. Using his moment of arrogance she had pulled her Battleaxe out and brought it down on him with gusto. Only Cell’s reflexes saved his tail from being chopped clean off. The axeblade was lodged into the ground but Malon tugged it back out with both hands and lifted it before herself. Now she was smiling with mischief.
“You’re annoyed at that I copied you guys this much, aren’t you? Well, now I’ll show you a few of my own tricks!” Again she brought the axe down from above but Cell dodged the heavy weapon with ease now that he expected it, with a simple backstep, then another to the side when she followed up with a stab at his leg. But then his leg slipped on a bunch of loose gravel and he was forced to deflect her next two attacks. The brutish weapon in the hands of the fast girl gave him no choice.
“Antiquated weaponss!” he hissed as Malon lowered her weapon. “I’ll finissh you!” He leapt closer and punched at Malon’s right side. She dodged towards the left but he’d anticipated that. He reared his other fist and threw it forward while blocking her escape path with his left arm and keeping their bodies too close to each other for her to use her axe again. But then Malon raised her left arm and hardened her skin. Cell’s punch was blocked. Before he could question it a loud crack resonated through the area and Malon was knocked back. Archer had used the window of opportunity to blast her with his shotgun -with surprisingly little effect.
“You’re fighting me!” Tearen yelled as he stabbed Enigma at its highest range at Archer. “Eyes on your opponent!”
“Your fault for cowering behind a rock, cyclops!” Archer replied and laughed whilst he hurriedly reloaded the shell he’d just fired.
“A cyclops is- ah, nevermind…” grunted Tearen as he took another series of stabs at his opponent. They were swiftly out of sight again, continuing their fight.
Cell turned back to Malon who was just getting up. She was bleeding from a number of shallow wounds on her left arm and shoulder and one on her chin, but after being hit from up close with a shotgun that was far from what she should’ve ended up as. “You ssaid you were going to…”
“Did I?” Malon asked. Her provoking smile was more forced than before. The numerous injuries were hurting, especially her cracked rib. “Well - I lied. Useful trick you got there.” That “trick” may have saved her life, actually. Had Archer waited for just a split second longer the Deflection on her arm would’ve worn off and his shotgun would have torn her skin off its bones… not to mention that she hadn’t even noticed him approaching. Cell had kept her attention focused on him. Had she not used Deflection against his punch, things would’ve looked ugly for her.
“Sso you’re going to fight dirty?” The part of him that could be called lips curled into a smile. “Two can play at thiss game.”
“Looks like so!” She replaced the Battleaxe with her two Hylian Sickles. Cell would be expecting the slow attacks, better switch to something a bit faster. When he didn’t reply and simply grinned at her she went for an attack, hoping to provoke him into attacking. She had not anticipated for him to be tricking her though – her two sickles went straight through what she realized too late was an After Image! The next moment Cell’s tail hit her square in the back and she was smacked to the ground. He laughed and repeated the trick when she stood up. Three new After Images were before her.
“You can’t win thiss game, little girl”, Cell’s voice hissed - it seemed to be coming from everywhere. “You can’t copy my After Imagess, not with your cracked rib. And ass ssoon ass you turn your back…”
He was right – she could not madly dash around the battlefield in her current state. However, what if she…
…
After a little while two images dissolved, leaving only the real Cell. “Interessting… you knew I wass among my lookalikes?”
“I guessed it.” She raised the sickles again. “Attacking them would just have earned me another tail smack.”
“Ssmart girl… your face will be all the more deliciouss to look at when I drink you.”
And there was that grimace again.
“Can I have ssome sseriossity here?! I’m about to-“ Cell began an angry tirade but was cut short when Malon attacked. Using his moment of arrogance she had pulled her Battleaxe out and brought it down on him with gusto. Only Cell’s reflexes saved his tail from being chopped clean off. The axeblade was lodged into the ground but Malon tugged it back out with both hands and lifted it before herself. Now she was smiling with mischief.
“You’re annoyed at that I copied you guys this much, aren’t you? Well, now I’ll show you a few of my own tricks!” Again she brought the axe down from above but Cell dodged the heavy weapon with ease now that he expected it, with a simple backstep, then another to the side when she followed up with a stab at his leg. But then his leg slipped on a bunch of loose gravel and he was forced to deflect her next two attacks. The brutish weapon in the hands of the fast girl gave him no choice.
“Antiquated weaponss!” he hissed as Malon lowered her weapon. “I’ll finissh you!” He leapt closer and punched at Malon’s right side. She dodged towards the left but he’d anticipated that. He reared his other fist and threw it forward while blocking her escape path with his left arm and keeping their bodies too close to each other for her to use her axe again. But then Malon raised her left arm and hardened her skin. Cell’s punch was blocked. Before he could question it a loud crack resonated through the area and Malon was knocked back. Archer had used the window of opportunity to blast her with his shotgun -with surprisingly little effect.
“You’re fighting me!” Tearen yelled as he stabbed Enigma at its highest range at Archer. “Eyes on your opponent!”
“Your fault for cowering behind a rock, cyclops!” Archer replied and laughed whilst he hurriedly reloaded the shell he’d just fired.
“A cyclops is- ah, nevermind…” grunted Tearen as he took another series of stabs at his opponent. They were swiftly out of sight again, continuing their fight.
Cell turned back to Malon who was just getting up. She was bleeding from a number of shallow wounds on her left arm and shoulder and one on her chin, but after being hit from up close with a shotgun that was far from what she should’ve ended up as. “You ssaid you were going to…”
“Did I?” Malon asked. Her provoking smile was more forced than before. The numerous injuries were hurting, especially her cracked rib. “Well - I lied. Useful trick you got there.” That “trick” may have saved her life, actually. Had Archer waited for just a split second longer the Deflection on her arm would’ve worn off and his shotgun would have torn her skin off its bones… not to mention that she hadn’t even noticed him approaching. Cell had kept her attention focused on him. Had she not used Deflection against his punch, things would’ve looked ugly for her.
“Sso you’re going to fight dirty?” The part of him that could be called lips curled into a smile. “Two can play at thiss game.”
“Looks like so!” She replaced the Battleaxe with her two Hylian Sickles. Cell would be expecting the slow attacks, better switch to something a bit faster. When he didn’t reply and simply grinned at her she went for an attack, hoping to provoke him into attacking. She had not anticipated for him to be tricking her though – her two sickles went straight through what she realized too late was an After Image! The next moment Cell’s tail hit her square in the back and she was smacked to the ground. He laughed and repeated the trick when she stood up. Three new After Images were before her.
“You can’t win thiss game, little girl”, Cell’s voice hissed - it seemed to be coming from everywhere. “You can’t copy my After Imagess, not with your cracked rib. And ass ssoon ass you turn your back…”
He was right – she could not madly dash around the battlefield in her current state. However, what if she…
…
After a little while two images dissolved, leaving only the real Cell. “Interessting… you knew I wass among my lookalikes?”
“I guessed it.” She raised the sickles again. “Attacking them would just have earned me another tail smack.”
“Ssmart girl… your face will be all the more deliciouss to look at when I drink you.”
And there was that grimace again.
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-Malon is not amused at Cell's creep factor. She counters by trailing off! Cell is not amused either.
-Malon attempts to chop Cell's tail off with Battleaxe. He dodges! She follows up with a few more hits.
-Cell deflects two hits with Deflection. He follows up with two punches and invades her personal bubble for good measure.
-Malon uses Mimic'd Deflection to block Cell's punch and (unintentionally) Archer's Sawed-Off Double Barrel Shotgun. Still takes some damage from the latter.
-Tearen thrusts his big, long spear at Archer! It misses and he follows up with more stabs. Archer reloads his Sawed-Off Shotty.
-Malon summons her Hylian Sickles and tucks away her Battleaxe. She proceeds to attack.
-Cell uses After Image (it takes Malon's last hit) and hits her in the back with his tail. He proceeds to use After Image twice more and hides among the lookalikes.
-Malon lets the After Images time out.
-Cell finishes with more being-creepy-ness. Malon's getting real tired of his antics.