07-05-2017, 12:25 PM
Under normal circumstances, Tearen would have had some very choice words to exchange with the bloodthirsty lawbringer, but as things stood, the man was in the process of dying. The ex-enigma didn't have the time to insert a slew of demeaning logic into the Sergeant's mind at the moment, as he was in the process of trying to obtain an advantage over what equated to a twenty-foot tall murderous plush doll. The eldritch human had mostly recovered from the trauma of seeing Malon's thrashing exsanguination, insofar as he was able to defend himself. Past that, all of the rhetoric and empathy he had been prepared to demonstrate had been drained from him much like the girl's blood. Still, phantoms of her crimson death flashed across his mind's eye; a far more potent bolt than lightning.
Presently, Tearen reeled backwards after blocking a particularly feral blow from the Dragonite. The eldritch materials that composed Enigma's pole segment held fast under the punishment, but the elder Prime was thrown off balance just long enough to allow the marmalade beast to gather a bolus of quivering power into its maw. Tearen, having strained his otherworldly abilities trying to stave off Dane's flurry of arcane slashes, did not have adequate power to defend against the ensuing torrent of golden destruction. The hyper beam traced a scorching line to the far, sandstone wall of the Colosseum, carrying elder Prime along its leading edge. Stone shattered and dusty flecks of mortar showered down on his burlap hood as Tearen lay motionless in a blackened crater. The Shadow blinked his green eyes slowly as Enel hovered down towards his supine form, with the pokémon looming behind him. The lightning Prime belted out a hearty laugh as he patted the dragon on the shoulder.
"Had enough already? You should have known I could find followers wherever I go." Enel boomed, pointing his trident down at the ex-enigma accusingly. Tearen glanced at the Dragonite, and looked into its dewy eyes as the muscled, shirtless Prime kept speaking.
"...and so, I find another so-called God at my feet. But! You confess your blasphemy, and for that, you will have a swift death." Enel continued. Tearen noted that, instead of opting to blast him with his own lightning, Enel waved a hand to his side. Through the veneer of showmanship and bravado, the Shadow could taste doubt and fatigue among Enel's stalwart narcissism.
"End this sinner." Enel cooed. Nothing happened, because when the thunderous brawler turned back to glance at his dragonite, he saw that the dim creature had sauntered off to pester the sword-wielding human. Enel roared and spat at his erstwhile servitor, but the only reaction was a few, pained barks in reply. Tearen hissed out a few short laughs and brought himself to his feet, charging a buildup of temporal potential in the process. Enel floated down to the ground and glared back at the elder Prime.
"What have you done?"
"How fickle, the hearts of mortals." Tearen chuckled, shedding the smoldering remains of his cloak. His black glass body was made plain before the audience of Dante's Abyss. Enel would have felt threatened that the ex-enigma was trying to show off, if not for the fact that the Shadow's bizarre body was scrawny and bony. The self-proclaimed God adopted a wide grin, but suddenly looked away from the eldritch human as his eyes flared a brilliant white. What Enel's Mantra didn't warn him about, however, was the followup punch that was seemingly delivered from several meters away. Playback would reveal that the obsidian brawler had crossed the distance between himself and Enel in the span of less than a second, slamming a hardened fist into the lightning God's gut. Winded, Enel was subjected to a series of furious blows before he was able to regain his composure and send a blast of power into the air around him.
Tearen cried out a voiceless scream, and recoiled from the danger zone as blue sparks arced over his blackened hide. Amidst the explosion of pain, the ex-enigma lost his minor influence over the dragonite's mind, and the creature punished Tearen in kind with a swipe from a gleaming metal tail. The enigma landed painfully in a patch of rough gravel. Dane, who had used the momentary distraction to hide himself from view, faded back into sight and plunged a keening sword down towards the enigma. The booksmith had no valor left to give, and kicked Tearen as he rolled away from the death strike. Tearen called out to Enigma, which arrived in his hands just in time to lock blades with the medieval fighter. Enel dashed over to add his own steel to the fray, and the fight soon devolved into a pile of blood, anger, and pain.
Presently, Tearen reeled backwards after blocking a particularly feral blow from the Dragonite. The eldritch materials that composed Enigma's pole segment held fast under the punishment, but the elder Prime was thrown off balance just long enough to allow the marmalade beast to gather a bolus of quivering power into its maw. Tearen, having strained his otherworldly abilities trying to stave off Dane's flurry of arcane slashes, did not have adequate power to defend against the ensuing torrent of golden destruction. The hyper beam traced a scorching line to the far, sandstone wall of the Colosseum, carrying elder Prime along its leading edge. Stone shattered and dusty flecks of mortar showered down on his burlap hood as Tearen lay motionless in a blackened crater. The Shadow blinked his green eyes slowly as Enel hovered down towards his supine form, with the pokémon looming behind him. The lightning Prime belted out a hearty laugh as he patted the dragon on the shoulder.
"Had enough already? You should have known I could find followers wherever I go." Enel boomed, pointing his trident down at the ex-enigma accusingly. Tearen glanced at the Dragonite, and looked into its dewy eyes as the muscled, shirtless Prime kept speaking.
"...and so, I find another so-called God at my feet. But! You confess your blasphemy, and for that, you will have a swift death." Enel continued. Tearen noted that, instead of opting to blast him with his own lightning, Enel waved a hand to his side. Through the veneer of showmanship and bravado, the Shadow could taste doubt and fatigue among Enel's stalwart narcissism.
"End this sinner." Enel cooed. Nothing happened, because when the thunderous brawler turned back to glance at his dragonite, he saw that the dim creature had sauntered off to pester the sword-wielding human. Enel roared and spat at his erstwhile servitor, but the only reaction was a few, pained barks in reply. Tearen hissed out a few short laughs and brought himself to his feet, charging a buildup of temporal potential in the process. Enel floated down to the ground and glared back at the elder Prime.
"What have you done?"
"How fickle, the hearts of mortals." Tearen chuckled, shedding the smoldering remains of his cloak. His black glass body was made plain before the audience of Dante's Abyss. Enel would have felt threatened that the ex-enigma was trying to show off, if not for the fact that the Shadow's bizarre body was scrawny and bony. The self-proclaimed God adopted a wide grin, but suddenly looked away from the eldritch human as his eyes flared a brilliant white. What Enel's Mantra didn't warn him about, however, was the followup punch that was seemingly delivered from several meters away. Playback would reveal that the obsidian brawler had crossed the distance between himself and Enel in the span of less than a second, slamming a hardened fist into the lightning God's gut. Winded, Enel was subjected to a series of furious blows before he was able to regain his composure and send a blast of power into the air around him.
Tearen cried out a voiceless scream, and recoiled from the danger zone as blue sparks arced over his blackened hide. Amidst the explosion of pain, the ex-enigma lost his minor influence over the dragonite's mind, and the creature punished Tearen in kind with a swipe from a gleaming metal tail. The enigma landed painfully in a patch of rough gravel. Dane, who had used the momentary distraction to hide himself from view, faded back into sight and plunged a keening sword down towards the enigma. The booksmith had no valor left to give, and kicked Tearen as he rolled away from the death strike. Tearen called out to Enigma, which arrived in his hands just in time to lock blades with the medieval fighter. Enel dashed over to add his own steel to the fray, and the fight soon devolved into a pile of blood, anger, and pain.
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No time to do a break-down, but one point of clarification:
Tearen used Obsessive Complex Insertion to force dragonite to stay close to Dane for a few moments.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued