07-06-2017, 04:08 AM
“Tha’ll teash you for bending my rod!” Gil’s opponent sneered, but Archer wasn’t quite on a killing spree, when the agent readied his gun the crash wizard opened his eyes. A menacing expression mounted on his war-painted face.
Power rolled off the S-class mage like a tornado’s vehemently twisting wind, Gildarts looked more pissed than Archer’s ex, and he had a feeling he was about to enter the Danger Zone. The brute gripped the man’s glossy shoe and crunched the tarsals; the sound of popping bubble-wrap filled their ears.
Gildarts groaned from the burning in his side as his ribs expanded with the agony of breathing. “Get-tting too old f-fer this,” he complained with a wince as zinging waves of magic began to roll off of him. Lucent energy and contrasting darkness blended together, casting shadowy contours over the Prime’s already charcoal complexion. The warmage became the epitome of cataclysmic destruction.
The emissary was unrelenting, the spiked rims of the glass bottle remained in his grasp, gutting the mage while he wasn’t striking was likely his best option, the agent lunged with the glass teeth ready to take a vicious bite. With a single motion, Gildarts’ swatted it away, shattering it into sparkles with the density of his swing.
Archer’s jaw continuously hung to the ground in a disbelieving gape, “I mussht have shum really bad uck,” he began a limping retreat, recalling how Gildarts had already blown up a car in their first encounter.
On the flipside, Gildarts, had warned him. There was no remorse when the heavens opened and within the irradiated portal, claymores loomed insidiously. At the slight flick of his hand they were commanded forth; with supernatural speed they struck with execution and minced apart the man’s suit. Blood poured into the ground from a large gash in his already limp leg. The agent was cornered but not far from him lay the pool of gas like a trap waiting to be sprung.
Meanwhile, Gildarts was feeling the pulsing, insatiable drug of power with every step as he closed the distance between he and his foe. It was bulging in his muscles, tearing already gory wounds, and causing the dried dirt to slide off of him in large scabby chunks. The storm within him raged and the gravity of his power snarled, his inner devil slashed at the bars of its loosening cage. At this rate, he was becoming the monster people feared him to be.
The ground was slowly crumbling every second the S-class stood idle, so the predator took to the chase, the peeling layers of swamp revealed the depth of his war-sculpted muscles along with the matching battle scars. Speckled freshly across his abdomen were the many gooey ditches dug from Archer’s shotgun.
His every step squeaked, rusted joints protesting the forces of gravity corrupting the space around him, “Oww my ears, somebody puh-lease get thish guy some WD-Forty,” Archer said as Gildarts crossed into the pool of gasoline and over the mangled chunks of car. With a blowtorch the mouth breather had lifted from the outdoorsman’s isle, he quickly snapped off the safety and wrapped his precious watch around the canister’s clutch, then he tossed it in like a grenade, “Lez roasht thish bitch!”
Flames licked at the mage’s feet, however they were instantaneously smothered by a veil of violet Phew!; the tendrils of leftover fire snared at his feet and the stench of rubber crept into his nose while his churning magic cycled the rest of the fire away. Gildarts’ foot felt as though he’d stepped in freshly baked dog crap, with another squish, he felt the flesh of his toes melting as they molded with rubber.
“He… Keepsh… Coming! If only you were a babe!” Archer slurred as he found the half-metal man resembled the Terminator crawling out of lava. The S-class mage cast a surge of netted magic into Archer, scratches tainting his perfect face and giving the handsome man a mess of a new haircut.
His shoulders fought against the drain of fatigue as he cast his next spell, crippling his foe again this time with an enchantment that didn’t require chains. Dutchess was slammed into the ground and his opponent raised his silver hand as a golden emblem appeared before them both.
“Shorry Blue,” the agent admitted as the overbearing gravity completely evaporated.
“The worst p-part of t-the game is when you b-both t-think you’re doing the right thing,” Gildarts rumbled wisely. The chase was now over and Archer’s bullets had really packed him full. “But now th-this will end.”
“T-three…”
“Whath nethxt? I’m already in thime out.”
“T-two…”
“A countdown? Really? A little dishappointing don’t you think?”
“Not this… One.”
The Prime cracked a smile as he released the immense light locked within himself.
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Power rolled off the S-class mage like a tornado’s vehemently twisting wind, Gildarts looked more pissed than Archer’s ex, and he had a feeling he was about to enter the Danger Zone. The brute gripped the man’s glossy shoe and crunched the tarsals; the sound of popping bubble-wrap filled their ears.
Gildarts groaned from the burning in his side as his ribs expanded with the agony of breathing. “Get-tting too old f-fer this,” he complained with a wince as zinging waves of magic began to roll off of him. Lucent energy and contrasting darkness blended together, casting shadowy contours over the Prime’s already charcoal complexion. The warmage became the epitome of cataclysmic destruction.
The emissary was unrelenting, the spiked rims of the glass bottle remained in his grasp, gutting the mage while he wasn’t striking was likely his best option, the agent lunged with the glass teeth ready to take a vicious bite. With a single motion, Gildarts’ swatted it away, shattering it into sparkles with the density of his swing.
Archer’s jaw continuously hung to the ground in a disbelieving gape, “I mussht have shum really bad uck,” he began a limping retreat, recalling how Gildarts had already blown up a car in their first encounter.
On the flipside, Gildarts, had warned him. There was no remorse when the heavens opened and within the irradiated portal, claymores loomed insidiously. At the slight flick of his hand they were commanded forth; with supernatural speed they struck with execution and minced apart the man’s suit. Blood poured into the ground from a large gash in his already limp leg. The agent was cornered but not far from him lay the pool of gas like a trap waiting to be sprung.
Meanwhile, Gildarts was feeling the pulsing, insatiable drug of power with every step as he closed the distance between he and his foe. It was bulging in his muscles, tearing already gory wounds, and causing the dried dirt to slide off of him in large scabby chunks. The storm within him raged and the gravity of his power snarled, his inner devil slashed at the bars of its loosening cage. At this rate, he was becoming the monster people feared him to be.
The ground was slowly crumbling every second the S-class stood idle, so the predator took to the chase, the peeling layers of swamp revealed the depth of his war-sculpted muscles along with the matching battle scars. Speckled freshly across his abdomen were the many gooey ditches dug from Archer’s shotgun.
His every step squeaked, rusted joints protesting the forces of gravity corrupting the space around him, “Oww my ears, somebody puh-lease get thish guy some WD-Forty,” Archer said as Gildarts crossed into the pool of gasoline and over the mangled chunks of car. With a blowtorch the mouth breather had lifted from the outdoorsman’s isle, he quickly snapped off the safety and wrapped his precious watch around the canister’s clutch, then he tossed it in like a grenade, “Lez roasht thish bitch!”
Flames licked at the mage’s feet, however they were instantaneously smothered by a veil of violet Phew!; the tendrils of leftover fire snared at his feet and the stench of rubber crept into his nose while his churning magic cycled the rest of the fire away. Gildarts’ foot felt as though he’d stepped in freshly baked dog crap, with another squish, he felt the flesh of his toes melting as they molded with rubber.
“He… Keepsh… Coming! If only you were a babe!” Archer slurred as he found the half-metal man resembled the Terminator crawling out of lava. The S-class mage cast a surge of netted magic into Archer, scratches tainting his perfect face and giving the handsome man a mess of a new haircut.
His shoulders fought against the drain of fatigue as he cast his next spell, crippling his foe again this time with an enchantment that didn’t require chains. Dutchess was slammed into the ground and his opponent raised his silver hand as a golden emblem appeared before them both.
“Shorry Blue,” the agent admitted as the overbearing gravity completely evaporated.
“The worst p-part of t-the game is when you b-both t-think you’re doing the right thing,” Gildarts rumbled wisely. The chase was now over and Archer’s bullets had really packed him full. “But now th-this will end.”
“T-three…”
“Whath nethxt? I’m already in thime out.”
“T-two…”
“A countdown? Really? A little dishappointing don’t you think?”
“Not this… One.”
The Prime cracked a smile as he released the immense light locked within himself.
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ARE YOU READY? Fight finale time! I did tell Mark I was going all out, it has been approved.
Gildarts uses his T2 transformation, upping his stats:
(Previously 6,3,3,3)
T2 power up: (I never named it) an aura of power rolls of him kind of like wind
ATK: +4 (+2 GP)
DEF: +2
SPD: +3
TEC: +1
As far as I know the Gilded piece is still good.
The T2 power up this post is 2 SP
So far: 3sp have been used in the battle, making it 6/11 SP used.
Move/Action tracker:
-Archer had hit Gil over the head, causing his body to fall to the ground
-Archer kicked gil while he was down
-Gildarts became a super sai- Gildarts went OP mode and crushed Archer’s… smol foot.
-Archer tried to hit Gil with the sharp glass wine bottle but Gildarts batted it away
-Gildarts uses gates of babylon again, releasing an arsenal of swords, hitting archer in his already bum leg, and a few other times slicing at the sleeves of his arms and making one big gash on the side of his ribs/abdomen
-Archer sees the leftover gasoline from Gil’s previous attack in post 1 and waits for the prime to step in the pool before launching his grenade launcher into the fire to help the kindling
-Gildarts responds with King’s Barrier, narrowly beating the blast of the explosion because of his exemplary speed
(the gasoline stuck to the bottom of his shoes but quickly was tapped out from the massive wind Gil is producing, his actual foot’s skin molded with the rubber sole)
-Gildarts uses Crash! ( a strong wave of slicing energy) on Archer
-Atlas has Archer pinned to the ground, but is released as Gildarts charges his attack.
-Gildarts releases Fairy Law in the form of a T4
-(Exclusive cutscene) Dwayne the Rock cameo at the end of the battle (he deserved some DA airtime)
-At the end of this battle, Gildarts uses Crazy Girl’s Tears to break the site, make history, and upgrade his T3 Fairy Law into a T 4 SUPER MOVE!???!!!!!!sj:
This will be 4 sp.
All my SP used this battle. Is now 7 SP.
2 SP remain. (2/11)
-(Exclusive cutscene) At the end of Gildarts’ T4 cast, the Rock comes in and body-checks Gil to the pavement like the best wrestler in the world that he is. Then he stands up and gives a thumbs up to the cameras, his pearly white teeth flashing with the glitter of victory. (would have included this for real if I had not gone quite so over the WC)
Dwayne is 10000000% allowed in teh fite
I wanted some Rock-hard fun before the season was over.
=,D pls Dwayne let me live <3
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