07-04-2017, 08:22 PM
Her head was ringing. Still ringing, buzzing. She couldn't focus. Staggering back, she dizzily watched as the old man tried to ready another of his strange attacks. The momentarily lapse in her focus, for the second time, after the dizzying whack to her head caused the burning runes covering her body to fade, fizzling out to little more than sizzling scorchmarks, and then gone altogether. She staggered half a pace sideways, drunkenly, as the old man produced a book. As he opened it, her hands clenched into fists. The words formed into scythes, and she reached a hand into her torso. The inky blades surged forward in a torrential rain, and she pulled out a metallic can.
A purple barrier leaped into view in front of her, shimmering and translucent. The inky scythes hacked away at it, as the blue girl cracked open the seal on the can. She drank it hurriedly, sputtering on the fizzy liquid. The shimmering purple barrier cracked. The pitch-black ink-blades started to tear it apart. The majin let out a short, wordless cry as her aura flared to a higher intensity. The violet energy field cracked, splintered, and broke altogether. A few of the words of slicing death made it through. Then her arms crossed forward, over her torso, and her aura was sucked inward. A dense, only semitransparent dome of energy locked around her. The hail of raining scythes hit it, bouncing off like drops of water against a smooth glass dome.
For several seconds, there was an even standstill. The words pelted the dome shield. The dome shield held out. The Sage struggled back up to a standing posture, breathing heavily and supporting himself with his dueling cane. His smashed jaw worked itself, achingly, into a grim frown.
A crack appeared in the energy barrier surrounding the bubblegum-like abomination. The eyes of both fighters flickered to it, then back to each other. Another crack. Then several more. The word-talons began to stick, embedding themselves in the barrier. With nary a noise, the diminutive demon hunched her shoulders forward slightly in focus, her eyes narrowing behind the battered, cracked mask adorning her face. Behind her, several more golden portals flickered to life, swords slipping out of them. Three blades floated down, darting into the fray.
They weaved, struck, deflected and blocked as many of the hail of blades as they could, even as the majin's barrier finally shattered. The hail began to peter out, leaving a smoking haze of burned ink and golden dust in the air, as the respective attacks ended. When the action ended, there was only silence. The smoking haze cleared, and there was nothing. Only a charred stain on the white ground, and a crumpled beverage can. The red and white Pepsi logo glimmered in the white glare of the isolation verse.
The Sage looked this way and that, struggling forward a pace. Where had she gone? Was...that it? Had he overwhelmed her?
Chhh chhh chhh ahh ahh ahh.
The sage's keen senses alerted him again just in time. The rushing of air as something charged him very, very fast. He ducked low, scrambling aside spider-like as a weapon occupied the space his head had called residence just a moment before. All jet black and gold, sinisterly glowing red runes adorning the 'blade' of the weapon, its three sections spiraling constantly. The thrust was devastating, sure to have split the old man's head clean in twain. As it was, all it had done was shear off a hank of the old sage's hair.
The man of learning scrabbled backward, desperately trying to regain his feet as he ducked and dodged frantically against an onslaught of stabs and lunges. His poor posture afforded him precious little room to maneuver or effectively bring to bear against the attack, making him frantic in his dodging. He could see the strikes coming. They were even rougher, more telegraphed and predictable than before. Perhaps slower and less vigorous, but with clear, open bloodlust and intent to kill. Even the small blue demon was tiring, but she wasn't holding back. True to her word, she wanted to end this.
The sage feinted left, trying to bait out another strike. Whether out of dumb luck or a sudden spike of cunning, the majin didn't fall for it. She hopped back, flickering in a burst of speed, and landed on her feet, the strange, spear-like weapon in her hand spinning more rapidly. Red sparks danced off of it, coursing along its length and spitting out of the hole at its end. Graowr spoke up, her voice quiet. "I'm sorry."
Without any more words, she struck. A lightning-quick thrust, and the weapon discharged. Sparks flew, and red light blazed, the energy rocketing forward.
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A purple barrier leaped into view in front of her, shimmering and translucent. The inky scythes hacked away at it, as the blue girl cracked open the seal on the can. She drank it hurriedly, sputtering on the fizzy liquid. The shimmering purple barrier cracked. The pitch-black ink-blades started to tear it apart. The majin let out a short, wordless cry as her aura flared to a higher intensity. The violet energy field cracked, splintered, and broke altogether. A few of the words of slicing death made it through. Then her arms crossed forward, over her torso, and her aura was sucked inward. A dense, only semitransparent dome of energy locked around her. The hail of raining scythes hit it, bouncing off like drops of water against a smooth glass dome.
For several seconds, there was an even standstill. The words pelted the dome shield. The dome shield held out. The Sage struggled back up to a standing posture, breathing heavily and supporting himself with his dueling cane. His smashed jaw worked itself, achingly, into a grim frown.
A crack appeared in the energy barrier surrounding the bubblegum-like abomination. The eyes of both fighters flickered to it, then back to each other. Another crack. Then several more. The word-talons began to stick, embedding themselves in the barrier. With nary a noise, the diminutive demon hunched her shoulders forward slightly in focus, her eyes narrowing behind the battered, cracked mask adorning her face. Behind her, several more golden portals flickered to life, swords slipping out of them. Three blades floated down, darting into the fray.
They weaved, struck, deflected and blocked as many of the hail of blades as they could, even as the majin's barrier finally shattered. The hail began to peter out, leaving a smoking haze of burned ink and golden dust in the air, as the respective attacks ended. When the action ended, there was only silence. The smoking haze cleared, and there was nothing. Only a charred stain on the white ground, and a crumpled beverage can. The red and white Pepsi logo glimmered in the white glare of the isolation verse.
The Sage looked this way and that, struggling forward a pace. Where had she gone? Was...that it? Had he overwhelmed her?
Chhh chhh chhh ahh ahh ahh.
The sage's keen senses alerted him again just in time. The rushing of air as something charged him very, very fast. He ducked low, scrambling aside spider-like as a weapon occupied the space his head had called residence just a moment before. All jet black and gold, sinisterly glowing red runes adorning the 'blade' of the weapon, its three sections spiraling constantly. The thrust was devastating, sure to have split the old man's head clean in twain. As it was, all it had done was shear off a hank of the old sage's hair.
The man of learning scrabbled backward, desperately trying to regain his feet as he ducked and dodged frantically against an onslaught of stabs and lunges. His poor posture afforded him precious little room to maneuver or effectively bring to bear against the attack, making him frantic in his dodging. He could see the strikes coming. They were even rougher, more telegraphed and predictable than before. Perhaps slower and less vigorous, but with clear, open bloodlust and intent to kill. Even the small blue demon was tiring, but she wasn't holding back. True to her word, she wanted to end this.
The sage feinted left, trying to bait out another strike. Whether out of dumb luck or a sudden spike of cunning, the majin didn't fall for it. She hopped back, flickering in a burst of speed, and landed on her feet, the strange, spear-like weapon in her hand spinning more rapidly. Red sparks danced off of it, coursing along its length and spitting out of the hole at its end. Graowr spoke up, her voice quiet. "I'm sorry."
Without any more words, she struck. A lightning-quick thrust, and the weapon discharged. Sparks flew, and red light blazed, the energy rocketing forward.
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Runes of Babylon expired. Current stats:
ATK: 6
DEF: 5
SPD: 3
TEC: 2
Moves/action breakdown:
-- Graowr uses The King's Barrier to buy time to drink a Pepsi. 2 SP restored; 2/3 SP remaining
-- Graowr used T1 Super Defense: Super Guard; 1/3 SP remaining
-- Graowr used Gates of Babylon: Golden Swords' second function, summoning three swords for defense
-- In the ensuing haze, Graowr uses Teleportation to disappear, and summons Ea for a surprise attack, which the Sage hears coming in time to dodge, if only barely
-- She attacks with an onrush of strikes, harrying and pushing the Sage back
-- Eventually, the Sage tries to make an opening for a counter attack; Graowr doesn't fall for it
-- Graowr leaps back for distance, and uses T1 Super Attack: Enuma Elish; 0/3 SP remaining
The King's Barrier, Gates of Babylon: Golden Swords, Ea and Enuma Elish can be seen here: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...2#pid18152
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