06-30-2017, 10:20 AM
The kick was like being hit in the midriff by a cannonball. I’ve never felt anything like it. Not since …
No. Never.
I roll to my feet, staggering in shock. He’s stronger than any opponent I’ve faced before in the Omniverse. What raw, brute force. Perhaps he’s a Zoan Fruit user. That would explain the horns. A mythical creature … the troll. Yes. That would explain much.
He barrels towards me. What speed! He’s injured, but even still he’s more than a match for me.
But …
I grin.
I did ask for this.
I use my full speed and jump high, flipping over him and raining down bolts. These hit harder than the ones before; as they explode against his purple frame, I see bloody abrasions left in their wake, leaking purple. Ooo. So he is no normal human. Well thank fuck for that!
“You know,” I say, spinning my staff. “I regret but one thing.”
He snarls. His voice is deeper, throatier, more feral now. Definitely a Zoan Fruit user. “What’s that?”
I charge up the lightning storm. “There’s no cameras in here to witness me kill you.”
He lunges at me. I didn’t think I’d get much time to charge, but he’s not giving me a second’s breathing room. Instead of firing the lightning, I can only send it, gathered, to the point of his attack.
But it’s enough to drop him, even though I feel the force of his failed punch through the gold of my staff. And that’s enough. I let the staff slip so that I’m holding it by the very end, rear it back, and then swing it as hard as I can towards his head.
He catches it. “Don’t underestimate me, motherfucker.”
Mantra.
He punches me in the stomach.
In the half-second I have to decide whether to let go of my staff or not, he makes the decision for me. I only have time to try and roll with the punch, and that’s … not exactly something you can do with a hit to your solar plexus. It propels me backwards I don’t know how far, and I land, sprawled, yet again, on the floor. Fuck sake.
He’s barrelling towards me again. I don’t even have time to wallow in my anger, to vent my frustration.
If this keeps up, he’s gonna kill me.
“Not … again!” I scream, letting loose my full power in an explosion of sparks. I mean it. I will not lose to this troll. He’s practically dead! I just have to overload his nervous system, fry his nerves until they can’t carry his brain’s commands any more. Willpower and sheer stubbornness can’t deny the power of God.
I fly backwards, my legs practically skipping across the ground. I fire bolt after bolt in his direction, and although half of them miss entirely, I simply can’t afford to be stingy with my energy. He’s too strong. The other half of the bolts either graze him, adding to that already-substantial amount of bruising he’s got, or hit outright. He karate chops one of the well-aimed shots in half, and although it’s a sweet move, I can see the blood it leaves on his hand. How much longer can you keep this up, troll man?
But there’s a problem. The ground behind me is sloping upwards. Gradually. This place is a bowl – no, a sphere. I’m as trapped inside as the troll is.
I look towards him, and he realises this with a grin. He zigzags as I fire my last few bolts and turn to run.
He grabs for me, but I leg it at top speed. Up the side of the slope. Then I kick off, backwards, raining down more bolts upon his body. Hahaha. A smart man would jump and catch me midair, but apparently he’s not as acrobatic as myself. That troll fruit must make him too heavy to jump. All powers have a weakness, and I’ve found his.
“What’samatter?” I taunt, as I land behind him. “Getting tired?”
“Fuck you,” he snarls, charging up that purple electricity again.
“Nah, fuck that.” I interrupt, raining bolts upon his stationary form. Like I’m going to give him a chance to charge up that ability again.
“RrrrrRAAAAAARR!” He breaks it off, lightning trailing in his wake, and bursts towards me again.
This’ll keep me busy for a while. Wonder how Bats and co. are doing?
No. Never.
I roll to my feet, staggering in shock. He’s stronger than any opponent I’ve faced before in the Omniverse. What raw, brute force. Perhaps he’s a Zoan Fruit user. That would explain the horns. A mythical creature … the troll. Yes. That would explain much.
He barrels towards me. What speed! He’s injured, but even still he’s more than a match for me.
But …
I grin.
I did ask for this.
I use my full speed and jump high, flipping over him and raining down bolts. These hit harder than the ones before; as they explode against his purple frame, I see bloody abrasions left in their wake, leaking purple. Ooo. So he is no normal human. Well thank fuck for that!
“You know,” I say, spinning my staff. “I regret but one thing.”
He snarls. His voice is deeper, throatier, more feral now. Definitely a Zoan Fruit user. “What’s that?”
I charge up the lightning storm. “There’s no cameras in here to witness me kill you.”
He lunges at me. I didn’t think I’d get much time to charge, but he’s not giving me a second’s breathing room. Instead of firing the lightning, I can only send it, gathered, to the point of his attack.
But it’s enough to drop him, even though I feel the force of his failed punch through the gold of my staff. And that’s enough. I let the staff slip so that I’m holding it by the very end, rear it back, and then swing it as hard as I can towards his head.
He catches it. “Don’t underestimate me, motherfucker.”
Mantra.
He punches me in the stomach.
In the half-second I have to decide whether to let go of my staff or not, he makes the decision for me. I only have time to try and roll with the punch, and that’s … not exactly something you can do with a hit to your solar plexus. It propels me backwards I don’t know how far, and I land, sprawled, yet again, on the floor. Fuck sake.
He’s barrelling towards me again. I don’t even have time to wallow in my anger, to vent my frustration.
If this keeps up, he’s gonna kill me.
“Not … again!” I scream, letting loose my full power in an explosion of sparks. I mean it. I will not lose to this troll. He’s practically dead! I just have to overload his nervous system, fry his nerves until they can’t carry his brain’s commands any more. Willpower and sheer stubbornness can’t deny the power of God.
I fly backwards, my legs practically skipping across the ground. I fire bolt after bolt in his direction, and although half of them miss entirely, I simply can’t afford to be stingy with my energy. He’s too strong. The other half of the bolts either graze him, adding to that already-substantial amount of bruising he’s got, or hit outright. He karate chops one of the well-aimed shots in half, and although it’s a sweet move, I can see the blood it leaves on his hand. How much longer can you keep this up, troll man?
But there’s a problem. The ground behind me is sloping upwards. Gradually. This place is a bowl – no, a sphere. I’m as trapped inside as the troll is.
I look towards him, and he realises this with a grin. He zigzags as I fire my last few bolts and turn to run.
He grabs for me, but I leg it at top speed. Up the side of the slope. Then I kick off, backwards, raining down more bolts upon his body. Hahaha. A smart man would jump and catch me midair, but apparently he’s not as acrobatic as myself. That troll fruit must make him too heavy to jump. All powers have a weakness, and I’ve found his.
“What’samatter?” I taunt, as I land behind him. “Getting tired?”
“Fuck you,” he snarls, charging up that purple electricity again.
“Nah, fuck that.” I interrupt, raining bolts upon his stationary form. Like I’m going to give him a chance to charge up that ability again.
“RrrrrRAAAAAARR!” He breaks it off, lightning trailing in his wake, and bursts towards me again.
This’ll keep me busy for a while. Wonder how Bats and co. are doing?
Quote:Enel is using his T1 Powered-Up Form, “100% Power”, for one round. 2 SP spent, 1 SP remaining. Stats:
ATK: 5
DEF: 3
SPD: 6
TEC: 1
Gamzee has Enel’s staff.
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