07-04-2017, 06:02 PM
Agent Dutchess had collapsed into a shelf near the register where a flurry of stuffed animals fell on him, when his eyes opened Archer could only scream, “AHH! GET IT OFF!”
Gildarts stared blankly as the Malefactor cackled, Ha! What a complete wimp! While the suited-man’s hands fearfully batted away a chibi alligator, Archer then stood up, drew his pistol and emptied his clip… Into the stuffed animal, “DIE!”
“I-it wasn’t alive,” Gildarts pointed out.
“It is the PRINCIPLE. God, what about that part do you people never understand?!” the agent exclaimed shaking off the invisible fibers of gator from his expensive suit.
For all his talk, I think he can only say one coherent sentence at a time before needing five more minutes to think of his next punchline, the Malefactor intruded, I bet he battles the same way.
With the clouds of stuffing properly eviscerated from the defenseless plushie, Archer turned back to notice that the mud-covered mage’s ginger hair had a twinkle reflecting from the fluorescent gleam above. His ripped bod was glowing with streaks of crimson tattoos through the dried cracks of swamp; the pungent scent of chemicals leaked into the mage’s nose, golden liquid spilled through the mage’s pocket. Gildarts pulled out the pierced canister, spritzed a bit on and then nonchalantly tossed the empty aerosol aside.
“Swampstain McSkidmarks! You don’t scare me, I mean, you’re beefy, but are you beefier than the Rock? His muscles are insane. Am I right?” Archer exchanged his clip and started to fire his gun, two of the shots painfully punctured flesh before a curtain of violet shielded him from death.
The bullet engraved mage seemed flummoxed too, but he trusted the magic to guide him into his next barrage. A glowing arch of gold appeared like wings behind the crash mage and a fleet of javelin, spears, and swords began to plop and hover forth. Quivering as they waited at the ready for the Ace’s command.
The obnoxious gunslinger’s eyes widened, “What? A portal that opens up a billion swords? How do you people even think of this shit?”
The law of evasive maneuvers also called “survival” caused Archer to hop behind the desk and flee for his life as many serrated edges battered at his heels, the blades shredded everything with immense force and slashed through obstacles, scanners, and cheap cork woodwork, flinging shards of plastic into the air.
Claymores fell upon the battlefield standing erect like Christian tombstones, the massacre of swords stabbed directly through stuffed toys just as Spartans had been slain with blades carved into their chests.
The blaze of attack seemed to end and Archer looked down to find everything was in place… Except… The agent looked down, exclaiming, “What are you trying to do, make a prime shishkabob with my manparts?! What is WRONG with you?” a sword was just an millimeter shy on making contact with the converging seam of his polka dot underpants. “Oh you're dead."
The emissary loaded up his shotgun behind his pierced shelter and launched upward with a springing jump, a spray of birdshot clinked off of the ginger's metal arm but a good fraction bulldozed into the mage’s abs spattering the dead air with blood. The gaping bullet wounds throbbed like blistering sores in the mage's flesh and lead entombed between muscle itched with still singing heat of gunpowder.
Schwarzenegger seemed unstoppable, Archer was tossed back head-first into the hilts of spears and swords by a relentless telekinetic blast and Gildarts slammed his fists into the pinned agent faster than Archer could recover from a hangover.
The alcoholic roused to the taste of blood on his tongue, “Forget this, I’m gonna INSTA-KILL this bastard!” Archer swiftly dodged Gil's incoming fist. From Archer's hand, Walther released a fusillade of bullets at Gildarts, the gung-ho man's free hand extended inches from Gildarts’ silver wristlet.
First, the godlike prime stopped the handsome man in his tracks by rocketing his steel fist directly against the man’s feeble jaw, CRACK! Chains sprung out of a summoned portal and wrapped around the agent’s yearning wrists, delivering him straight into the ground as his ego tasted dirt.
“P-please, give up, I don't want to go all out,” Gildarts slurred, his request was forthright. Usually, they didn’t listen.
“Givv up? Ar-you kiddin’ me?!” he muffled through a swollen mouthful and spat aside a pearly tooth, “This ish the perfffect setup fer my Houdini act!” Archer said cheerily despite how the chains continued to painfully crush against his limbs. While the braggart dominated the conversation, Gildarts was the one who was truly commanding the fight.
Miss Mal couldn’t believe this bitch was still talking despite his mouth hanging open wider than his fly, Uck! I hope the slackjaw chokes on his own tongue.
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Gildarts stared blankly as the Malefactor cackled, Ha! What a complete wimp! While the suited-man’s hands fearfully batted away a chibi alligator, Archer then stood up, drew his pistol and emptied his clip… Into the stuffed animal, “DIE!”
“I-it wasn’t alive,” Gildarts pointed out.
“It is the PRINCIPLE. God, what about that part do you people never understand?!” the agent exclaimed shaking off the invisible fibers of gator from his expensive suit.
For all his talk, I think he can only say one coherent sentence at a time before needing five more minutes to think of his next punchline, the Malefactor intruded, I bet he battles the same way.
With the clouds of stuffing properly eviscerated from the defenseless plushie, Archer turned back to notice that the mud-covered mage’s ginger hair had a twinkle reflecting from the fluorescent gleam above. His ripped bod was glowing with streaks of crimson tattoos through the dried cracks of swamp; the pungent scent of chemicals leaked into the mage’s nose, golden liquid spilled through the mage’s pocket. Gildarts pulled out the pierced canister, spritzed a bit on and then nonchalantly tossed the empty aerosol aside.
“Swampstain McSkidmarks! You don’t scare me, I mean, you’re beefy, but are you beefier than the Rock? His muscles are insane. Am I right?” Archer exchanged his clip and started to fire his gun, two of the shots painfully punctured flesh before a curtain of violet shielded him from death.
The bullet engraved mage seemed flummoxed too, but he trusted the magic to guide him into his next barrage. A glowing arch of gold appeared like wings behind the crash mage and a fleet of javelin, spears, and swords began to plop and hover forth. Quivering as they waited at the ready for the Ace’s command.
The obnoxious gunslinger’s eyes widened, “What? A portal that opens up a billion swords? How do you people even think of this shit?”
The law of evasive maneuvers also called “survival” caused Archer to hop behind the desk and flee for his life as many serrated edges battered at his heels, the blades shredded everything with immense force and slashed through obstacles, scanners, and cheap cork woodwork, flinging shards of plastic into the air.
Claymores fell upon the battlefield standing erect like Christian tombstones, the massacre of swords stabbed directly through stuffed toys just as Spartans had been slain with blades carved into their chests.
The blaze of attack seemed to end and Archer looked down to find everything was in place… Except… The agent looked down, exclaiming, “What are you trying to do, make a prime shishkabob with my manparts?! What is WRONG with you?” a sword was just an millimeter shy on making contact with the converging seam of his polka dot underpants. “Oh you're dead."
The emissary loaded up his shotgun behind his pierced shelter and launched upward with a springing jump, a spray of birdshot clinked off of the ginger's metal arm but a good fraction bulldozed into the mage’s abs spattering the dead air with blood. The gaping bullet wounds throbbed like blistering sores in the mage's flesh and lead entombed between muscle itched with still singing heat of gunpowder.
Schwarzenegger seemed unstoppable, Archer was tossed back head-first into the hilts of spears and swords by a relentless telekinetic blast and Gildarts slammed his fists into the pinned agent faster than Archer could recover from a hangover.
The alcoholic roused to the taste of blood on his tongue, “Forget this, I’m gonna INSTA-KILL this bastard!” Archer swiftly dodged Gil's incoming fist. From Archer's hand, Walther released a fusillade of bullets at Gildarts, the gung-ho man's free hand extended inches from Gildarts’ silver wristlet.
First, the godlike prime stopped the handsome man in his tracks by rocketing his steel fist directly against the man’s feeble jaw, CRACK! Chains sprung out of a summoned portal and wrapped around the agent’s yearning wrists, delivering him straight into the ground as his ego tasted dirt.
“P-please, give up, I don't want to go all out,” Gildarts slurred, his request was forthright. Usually, they didn’t listen.
“Givv up? Ar-you kiddin’ me?!” he muffled through a swollen mouthful and spat aside a pearly tooth, “This ish the perfffect setup fer my Houdini act!” Archer said cheerily despite how the chains continued to painfully crush against his limbs. While the braggart dominated the conversation, Gildarts was the one who was truly commanding the fight.
Miss Mal couldn’t believe this bitch was still talking despite his mouth hanging open wider than his fly, Uck! I hope the slackjaw chokes on his own tongue.
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Quote:799 on the nose![/spoiler]
Gildarts equipped the -Gil-ded Hair piece adding +2 to his attack stat (and giving him full reign of Gilgamesh’s roster) ULTIMA GIL ATTACK! :gild: :gilgamesh:
Gildarts used the spray tan item for +2 HP (after archer punctured it with a bullet)
Transformations: Runes of Babylon (T1 power up) Since i didn’t post it at the beginning of the round I’ll just do it for 1 post, ie 1SP for now. Glowing tattoos!!!!
Runes of Babylon(Tier One Power Up):
ATK: +2 (on top of.. Yes, the hairpiece’s +2)
DEF: N/A
SPD: +2
TEC: +1
Used SP this fight 1.
Total used SP 8/9
Moves and Actions:
-Archer uses his special pistol (Walther) and fires at gildarts
-who counters with an ability he didn’t “know” he had. A purple shield, King’s Barrier
-Gil used Gates of babylon (While gildarts hasn’t a clue how to aim, his TEC is up a bit more, which I think helped him with aiming in Archer’s general direction)
-One blade stabbed too close to archer’s precious junk, (also slicing the side of his thigh) but the checkout counter protected him from most of the barrage. (you feel a breeze now…. Down there… *awkward*)
-Gil used wall, Archer briefly lost consciousness when he hit head first, and gil scored a few punches until Archer came to… probably from internal bleeding
-Archer finishes out his clip in a rushed attack, hoping to end this OP prime with one single all out move (“project Insta kill”) reaching to yank his wrist explosive off
-Gildarts used crushing punch with his steel arm into Archer’s jaw and dismantled the agent’s efforts. It is … Probably broken but you can still “talk” though it is entirely more difficult and he probably can’t close his mouth.
-When archer reaches out for Gil’s bracelet hoping to make him explode
Chains of the Heavens (kinky?) Oh archer, this is *just the tip* #AJTTOTD
Malefactor is NOT amused. ;D #sasscounter?
Have fun with the next one mark! Make all the chained references
#THEROCKROCKS YES I PULLED THE ROCK CARD #hype
#lowkeyATELOSspartanreftoo
#refed predator cause of archer’s ties to him
:hee: I had fun as archer but my next post will be more gil-themed.
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