07-01-2017, 02:54 AM
*chompmunchcrunchsnorrrk*
"Ahahahaha! How do you like that, clown man?!" it's Enel's turn to laugh. He continues to rush past his opponent, up and off the curved white wall to release a flurry of blasts, and then back down to repeat the process over and over again. The fool was too slow and cumbersome, there was no way he could stop Enel's onslaught, no way he could survive this whirlwind of lightning and death and pain and-
Wait, what was that sound? Was that...music?
He looses another bolt of lightning and sticks the landing with a twirl. His relentless attacks kicked up quite a bit of dust that is, for lack of a better description, fucking lit. No, literally, that shit was flashing and carrying on like there was a music festival being thrown in the middle of a sand storm.
Then, the dust settles.
Gamzee's entire being is bathed in an ever-evolving palette of ridiculous colors, his hue changing every time Enel blinked. Argh, and this terrible, obnoxious tune! Where was it even coming from?! The clown stands there, a snarling smirk on his face. In his right hand is Enel's staff. In his left, he clutches a shimmering golden five-point star with two of the points missing.
He finishes chewing before shoving the rest of the Starman down his gullet. It tastes like miracles, with a heady whimsical aftertaste. He burps, all manner of iridescent sparklies and shinies erupting from his mouth like confetti streamers. There was not a scratch on him that wasn't there before Enel's fervorous assault. The Lightning Man is seething now, thrusting both hands outward to unleash a torrent of lightning on his cursed enemy. The troll sits there cackling instead of crackling, all traces of benevolence and sanity absent from his voice.
"You motherfuckin' tried," he screams, the lightning giving his face-painted visage a ghastly glow. The fool tosses his would-be assailant a cheeky wink for his troubles. He grabs the shaft of his opponent's staff with both hands and swings for the fences.
*THONK*
God Enel's vision goes fuzzy, the thick golden staff connecting with his temple. His legs wobble and buckle, threatening to fold. Gamzee ain't glowin' no more, but he seizes this opportunity and circles behind his foe, wrapping a muscular gray arm around his neck in a constricting headlock. The god gasps for air, so the troll does what any self-respecting fighter would do in his position; he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his last flashbang, and crams it into his opponent's mouth.
He pulls the pin and unravels Enel from the headlock in a spinning tango maneuver before diving away.
*BANG*
For fuck's sake, everything fucking hurt. Enel couldn't feel his face at all, and not in the pleasantly buzzy kind of way - it felt like teeth were missing. There was a familiar, high-pitched whine filling his long-lobed ears and his vision was whiter than Congress, complete with little black spots here and there. He decides in this moment that everyone that wasn't him fucking sucks.
Gamzee had retreated to a somewhat safe distance to watch this pompous asshole stumble around like a drunk who'd pissed himself trying to find the bathroom. The High-Blood licks his lips, feeding off the lingering pain of this fight and all those before it. He felt the holes in his stomach from Takezo's blade, the aches in his knee that the snowy-haired bitch beaten into him. The clown was ragged and worn, on the brink of certain death. Was he about to die? Yeah, probably. Gamzee was probably about to bite it.
But who gives a shit?
His throat's parched. That stupid star was flaky, must've been baked. Or uh, made of glass, maybe. Whoops. The alien pulls from his pockets the two concoctions Mama Godwin gave him and shotguns 'em, chugging them in seconds. It was time for a curtain call.
Gamzee raises his hands high into the air and howls in hysterical laughter. His ravenous eyes lock onto his target as a countless number of lightning bolts shoot from his palms into the white sky like violet stars.
"You are a false idol," Gamzee murmurs, not caring if his victim can hear him, "a nameless icon of heresy brought to your motherfucking knees by the Mirthful Messiahs."
"You are a myth!" he roars, his voice rising to a horrific crescendo, "a pathetic being brought to life by the motherfucking ignorance of the unenlightened!"
He exhales a shaky breath, his hands balling up into fists and dropping swiftly to his sides. The arrows of lightning all fall, the wrath of hell descending on a god in a magnificent meteor shower. Clusters of isolated explosions shake the ground beneath Gamzee's feet.
"This is the end of your motherfucking story!"
"Ahahahaha! How do you like that, clown man?!" it's Enel's turn to laugh. He continues to rush past his opponent, up and off the curved white wall to release a flurry of blasts, and then back down to repeat the process over and over again. The fool was too slow and cumbersome, there was no way he could stop Enel's onslaught, no way he could survive this whirlwind of lightning and death and pain and-
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Wait, what was that sound? Was that...music?
He looses another bolt of lightning and sticks the landing with a twirl. His relentless attacks kicked up quite a bit of dust that is, for lack of a better description, fucking lit. No, literally, that shit was flashing and carrying on like there was a music festival being thrown in the middle of a sand storm.
Then, the dust settles.
Gamzee's entire being is bathed in an ever-evolving palette of ridiculous colors, his hue changing every time Enel blinked. Argh, and this terrible, obnoxious tune! Where was it even coming from?! The clown stands there, a snarling smirk on his face. In his right hand is Enel's staff. In his left, he clutches a shimmering golden five-point star with two of the points missing.
He finishes chewing before shoving the rest of the Starman down his gullet. It tastes like miracles, with a heady whimsical aftertaste. He burps, all manner of iridescent sparklies and shinies erupting from his mouth like confetti streamers. There was not a scratch on him that wasn't there before Enel's fervorous assault. The Lightning Man is seething now, thrusting both hands outward to unleash a torrent of lightning on his cursed enemy. The troll sits there cackling instead of crackling, all traces of benevolence and sanity absent from his voice.
"You motherfuckin' tried," he screams, the lightning giving his face-painted visage a ghastly glow. The fool tosses his would-be assailant a cheeky wink for his troubles. He grabs the shaft of his opponent's staff with both hands and swings for the fences.
*THONK*
God Enel's vision goes fuzzy, the thick golden staff connecting with his temple. His legs wobble and buckle, threatening to fold. Gamzee ain't glowin' no more, but he seizes this opportunity and circles behind his foe, wrapping a muscular gray arm around his neck in a constricting headlock. The god gasps for air, so the troll does what any self-respecting fighter would do in his position; he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his last flashbang, and crams it into his opponent's mouth.
He pulls the pin and unravels Enel from the headlock in a spinning tango maneuver before diving away.
*BANG*
For fuck's sake, everything fucking hurt. Enel couldn't feel his face at all, and not in the pleasantly buzzy kind of way - it felt like teeth were missing. There was a familiar, high-pitched whine filling his long-lobed ears and his vision was whiter than Congress, complete with little black spots here and there. He decides in this moment that everyone that wasn't him fucking sucks.
Gamzee had retreated to a somewhat safe distance to watch this pompous asshole stumble around like a drunk who'd pissed himself trying to find the bathroom. The High-Blood licks his lips, feeding off the lingering pain of this fight and all those before it. He felt the holes in his stomach from Takezo's blade, the aches in his knee that the snowy-haired bitch beaten into him. The clown was ragged and worn, on the brink of certain death. Was he about to die? Yeah, probably. Gamzee was probably about to bite it.
But who gives a shit?
His throat's parched. That stupid star was flaky, must've been baked. Or uh, made of glass, maybe. Whoops. The alien pulls from his pockets the two concoctions Mama Godwin gave him and shotguns 'em, chugging them in seconds. It was time for a curtain call.
Gamzee raises his hands high into the air and howls in hysterical laughter. His ravenous eyes lock onto his target as a countless number of lightning bolts shoot from his palms into the white sky like violet stars.
"You are a false idol," Gamzee murmurs, not caring if his victim can hear him, "a nameless icon of heresy brought to your motherfucking knees by the Mirthful Messiahs."
"You are a myth!" he roars, his voice rising to a horrific crescendo, "a pathetic being brought to life by the motherfucking ignorance of the unenlightened!"
He exhales a shaky breath, his hands balling up into fists and dropping swiftly to his sides. The arrows of lightning all fall, the wrath of hell descending on a god in a magnificent meteor shower. Clusters of isolated explosions shake the ground beneath Gamzee's feet.
"This is the end of your motherfucking story!"
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Gamzee used a Starman. Interpret this how you see fit, but I intended it to soften whatever blows he threw at me while powered up.
Gamzee used his last flashbang.
Gamzee drank two elixirs, SP = 0/4 -> 2/4
Gamzee used the T2 SuperMove The End Days. Enel is unable to block due to the effects of the Flashbang and no defensive SuperMoves. This brings his SP back down to 0/4
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