07-01-2017, 04:55 PM
Who was this crazy lady? Just barging in out of nowhere and challenging her to a fight? She knew her by name, so...
Didn't matter! Graowr clenched her fists, ready for a fight. More than ready for a fight! But before she could make good with accepting the challenge, something happened. God Enel! He was back, done with his fight! And he was...not looking so good. "God Enel! What—"
She was cut off as the lightning-man stormed up, shoving past her to point an accusing finger at Eirika. "And just who the FUCK are you, threatening my disciples like that?!" He briefly cast a glance back at Cell and Archer. "...AND her two lackeys!"
Eirika took half a step back, gritting her teeth. "Tch...this got too fucking crowded. Later, losers!" And she turned and ran, making an absolutely monumental leap onto a nearby building and rushing away.
Everyone in the group of four down below offered some sort of curse or indignant snarl, and all who were able unleashed a swift volley of fire at the fleeing girl. The building she leaped over was soundly pummeled and ruined, but no damage was done to the deranged blonde.
Enel, his breathing still heavy, rounded on the group, turning his pointing finger to Graowr. "You! Graowr! What of Rockwell?! You destroyed him, yes?" he demanded.
The majin flinched, looking away. "I...I tried to, but he...he was too fast. He got away." She practically felt it coming before it actually hit. A bolt of electricity, followed by a harsh, blunt impact along the side of her face, knocking her sprawling. She tumbled end over end, into the dirt. She didn't make a sound of pain, just slowly got back up to her feet. "I'm sorry, God Enel..." she mumbled again.
"Enough! Let's just fucking go. We can find Rockwell again later. I can finish him off myself, as I planned to!" the lightning-man growled, clenched fist sparking with electricity. He wobbled, taking an unsteady few steps before catching himself with his staff. Looking back at the others, he snarled. "Let's GO!"
The blue girl fell in line right away, looking imploringly back at Cell and Archer, who followed along more reluctantly. Strength in numbers, even if those numbers were crazy.
Didn't matter! Graowr clenched her fists, ready for a fight. More than ready for a fight! But before she could make good with accepting the challenge, something happened. God Enel! He was back, done with his fight! And he was...not looking so good. "God Enel! What—"
She was cut off as the lightning-man stormed up, shoving past her to point an accusing finger at Eirika. "And just who the FUCK are you, threatening my disciples like that?!" He briefly cast a glance back at Cell and Archer. "...AND her two lackeys!"
Eirika took half a step back, gritting her teeth. "Tch...this got too fucking crowded. Later, losers!" And she turned and ran, making an absolutely monumental leap onto a nearby building and rushing away.
Everyone in the group of four down below offered some sort of curse or indignant snarl, and all who were able unleashed a swift volley of fire at the fleeing girl. The building she leaped over was soundly pummeled and ruined, but no damage was done to the deranged blonde.
Enel, his breathing still heavy, rounded on the group, turning his pointing finger to Graowr. "You! Graowr! What of Rockwell?! You destroyed him, yes?" he demanded.
The majin flinched, looking away. "I...I tried to, but he...he was too fast. He got away." She practically felt it coming before it actually hit. A bolt of electricity, followed by a harsh, blunt impact along the side of her face, knocking her sprawling. She tumbled end over end, into the dirt. She didn't make a sound of pain, just slowly got back up to her feet. "I'm sorry, God Enel..." she mumbled again.
"Enough! Let's just fucking go. We can find Rockwell again later. I can finish him off myself, as I planned to!" the lightning-man growled, clenched fist sparking with electricity. He wobbled, taking an unsteady few steps before catching himself with his staff. Looking back at the others, he snarled. "Let's GO!"
The blue girl fell in line right away, looking imploringly back at Cell and Archer, who followed along more reluctantly. Strength in numbers, even if those numbers were crazy.
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