07-03-2017, 10:57 PM
The more the old man went on, the more Graowr's spirits sank. He wasn't going to do it. She looked around with a worried expression as the white sphere sprang up around them. Just like what Batman had given to God Enel. "So...we have to fight after all," she said, wearily. She sighed in resignation and her hands disappeared, into her malleable body. Like into thick, viscous liquid they sank right in, and drew out two items. An old, battered and worn hockey mask. And an extravagant, ostentatious hairpiece. "If that's the way...it has to be." And she put them on.
Behind the eyeholes of the mask, the majin's eyes flashed red.
She hunched forward, both of her hands clenching into fists as she let out a surge of power. Her aura flared up around her, erupting into a dark, scarlet-pink cascade. Bright red runes crawled over her body, flashing into being and glaring, visible even through her ragged clothes. She stared up at the sage. "...then let's end this."
She disappeared in a flicker of movement, crossing the distance between herself and the old man in the blink of an eye. The battered, bruised eyes of the old man went wide, his battered form lumbering back to try and put distance and get out of reach. She didn't move to follow, but her arm snapped forward in a blur, the limb stretching unnaturally as her closed fist collided with the chest of the sage, sending him toppling over backward. In the blink of an eye, the majin was on him, one leg lifted up in preparation for an axe kick.
The old man rolled aside, springing back to his feet in a surprising display of nimbleness. There was a grim, set expression on his face as he rose up, twirling a cane in his hand like a blade. He wobbled on his feet slightly, waving the cane to and fro. "You caught me off guard..." he rumbled. "But now—" He didn't get to finish his statement, the blue demon vanishing abruptly. No warning, no sound, no flicker of rapid movement like before. Just...gone!
Only his exceptionally keen senses gave him any warning at all, just enough to dive desperately to the side. No sooner had he done so than a bolt of energy rocketed through the space his torso had occupied just an instant before. He came up to his feet again in a crouch, his eyes narrowed and wary. "Fine, then...no words!" And he rose to his feet, resolutely marching forward.
Graowr did not move from her position, rather merely lowering her outstretched hand. She stared at the sage as he marched in closer, cane at the ready. Behind her, golden light shimmered, the air wavering and seeming to solidify. Numerous hilts of weapons emerged, blades of all form and size. She grasped at one blindly, without looking at it, and bolted forward in a blur. This time, the sage was ready.
Blade met cane in a ringing clash. The sheer force of the diminutive demon's strike left the older human reeling, but he didn't let the surprise leave him open. Twisting and pivoting, his cane flourished and danced, meeting the blade strike for strike and blow for blow. Physically, he couldn't hope to keep up forever. In terms of strength and speed both he was more than outmatched. But he had the edge in skill. The strikes were wild, savage, formed from rote memorization and repetition rather than true technique. Effective, but predictable. He parried and deflected, dodging and diving, letting himself be driven back. His arms stung, the ache reverberating up the aching limbs all the way to his chest, but he kept up the staunch defense.
Until he got his chance. A grating ring of steel on wood, and the cane caught against the crossguard of the blade. A deft twist, and the wooden weapon came down, clinking the majin in the side of the head. It was a glancing blow, only staggering her rather than injuring her, but the surprise of it was enough to jar the sword from her hand. It fell to the white non-ground, vanishing in a swirl of golden dust.
And now she was disarmed. She staggered back, hands clutching at her head as a ringing sounded in her ears, and the old man pressed his advantage. A series of sharp thwacks and strikes, battering and pushing her back, raining down in well practiced blows. The old man's free hand drew back, flames sparking to life in his palm as he continued to poke and batter with his cane. Mere moments passed before his onslaught redoubled. Clattering cane and fiery fist both struck in a well-choreographed dance, battering and singing the blue girl. With her head ringing, she couldn't react.
Behind the eyeholes of the mask, the majin's eyes flashed red.
She hunched forward, both of her hands clenching into fists as she let out a surge of power. Her aura flared up around her, erupting into a dark, scarlet-pink cascade. Bright red runes crawled over her body, flashing into being and glaring, visible even through her ragged clothes. She stared up at the sage. "...then let's end this."
She disappeared in a flicker of movement, crossing the distance between herself and the old man in the blink of an eye. The battered, bruised eyes of the old man went wide, his battered form lumbering back to try and put distance and get out of reach. She didn't move to follow, but her arm snapped forward in a blur, the limb stretching unnaturally as her closed fist collided with the chest of the sage, sending him toppling over backward. In the blink of an eye, the majin was on him, one leg lifted up in preparation for an axe kick.
The old man rolled aside, springing back to his feet in a surprising display of nimbleness. There was a grim, set expression on his face as he rose up, twirling a cane in his hand like a blade. He wobbled on his feet slightly, waving the cane to and fro. "You caught me off guard..." he rumbled. "But now—" He didn't get to finish his statement, the blue demon vanishing abruptly. No warning, no sound, no flicker of rapid movement like before. Just...gone!
Only his exceptionally keen senses gave him any warning at all, just enough to dive desperately to the side. No sooner had he done so than a bolt of energy rocketed through the space his torso had occupied just an instant before. He came up to his feet again in a crouch, his eyes narrowed and wary. "Fine, then...no words!" And he rose to his feet, resolutely marching forward.
Graowr did not move from her position, rather merely lowering her outstretched hand. She stared at the sage as he marched in closer, cane at the ready. Behind her, golden light shimmered, the air wavering and seeming to solidify. Numerous hilts of weapons emerged, blades of all form and size. She grasped at one blindly, without looking at it, and bolted forward in a blur. This time, the sage was ready.
Blade met cane in a ringing clash. The sheer force of the diminutive demon's strike left the older human reeling, but he didn't let the surprise leave him open. Twisting and pivoting, his cane flourished and danced, meeting the blade strike for strike and blow for blow. Physically, he couldn't hope to keep up forever. In terms of strength and speed both he was more than outmatched. But he had the edge in skill. The strikes were wild, savage, formed from rote memorization and repetition rather than true technique. Effective, but predictable. He parried and deflected, dodging and diving, letting himself be driven back. His arms stung, the ache reverberating up the aching limbs all the way to his chest, but he kept up the staunch defense.
Until he got his chance. A grating ring of steel on wood, and the cane caught against the crossguard of the blade. A deft twist, and the wooden weapon came down, clinking the majin in the side of the head. It was a glancing blow, only staggering her rather than injuring her, but the surprise of it was enough to jar the sword from her hand. It fell to the white non-ground, vanishing in a swirl of golden dust.
And now she was disarmed. She staggered back, hands clutching at her head as a ringing sounded in her ears, and the old man pressed his advantage. A series of sharp thwacks and strikes, battering and pushing her back, raining down in well practiced blows. The old man's free hand drew back, flames sparking to life in his palm as he continued to poke and batter with his cane. Mere moments passed before his onslaught redoubled. Clattering cane and fiery fist both struck in a well-choreographed dance, battering and singing the blue girl. With her head ringing, she couldn't react.
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Used the Hockey Mask and Gilded Hairpiece.
Graowr used T1 Power-Up: Runes of Babylon for the round. 0/3 SP remaining
Artifact + Power-up Stats:
ATK: 8
DEF: 5
SPD: 5
TEC: 3
Moves Breakdwon:
-- Graowr used Burst Movement to close in and Malleability to land a punch
-- Graowr used Teleportation to vanish and appear behind the Sage, launching an Energy Shot. His Enhanced Senses alerts him to the sound of the charging with enough time to dodge.
-- Graowr used Gates of Babylon: Golden Swords and Sage used his Dueling Cane
-- Epic dueling action
-- Sage leverages his higher skill to land a Perturbing Strike and disarm Graowr
-- Sage brutalizes a disoriented demon with a stick and a flaming hand with his Dueling Cane and Failed Magician: Gout of Embers
Description fo Gates of Babylon: Golden Swords and Runes of Babylon can be found here: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1313
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