07-08-2017, 05:15 AM
Finally, a consolidated area where the stupid bug would be unable to escape. His petty tricks wouldn't work on her a third time, but even still his plight demanded he ensue his childish fighting behaviors and cheap tactics. He popped up from behind the service counter holding a coffee pot and wearing an ‘Omnibucks’ server hat.
“For you, I would recommend the decaf.” He remarked in his irritatingly snarky voice.
“I'm sorry, all I heard was ‘decapitation’.” The girl bit back as she approached the wounded Cell.
“You really have ssome issssuess, girl.” He said as he wound the coffee pot above his head and threw at Erika’s. The silver-haired assassailant effortlessly ducked under it as it soared above her, crashing into glass dust at Tamsin’s feet.
Cell was truly fucked now. The exits were completely blocked off by the trio, even the fire escape which seemed very inconveniently placed near the front door. What kind of stupid logic is that?
While he wasn't necessarily hoping to fight, he wasn't going to lay down and die either. Erika slowly approached him, getting just out of arm's reach with her fist wound back to make payment for the threat of the stray coffee pot when he reached his foot above the counter and gave the cash register a good mule-worth kick. The hunk of steel was sent right into the white-haired girl’s face, knocking her to the ground, yet somehow she grasped consciousness still. His biggest threat effectively taken to kissing the floor, the bug-man launched more ki at the other two competitors only to realize that he had not the strength to continue fleeing.
“Damn you pessts. This could have been over already and we could just leave if you stopped harasssing me.” He hissed throwing his ki as fast as his injured body would let him. “Would that not be eassier?!”
“It is pretty simple,” Erika’s voice erupted from underneath the counter. “I'm gonna fuckin’ kill you for my money.”
Her hand exploded the structure in front of the bioroids feet, sending splinters of mixed materials flying around his ankles. The assassin grabbed her prey by his feet and used all her strength to pull Cell through the counter, which, bumpy as it was, succeeded barely. With his foot in her hand, yet again, the girl slammed Cell into the floor, holding him by the neck to the ground. She raised her fist quickly to strike his head and make grape-flavored-syrup pancakes, but her lack of strategy left her wide open to someone as crafty as him. His palm opened up and ki blasted between the both of them. Erika’s fist continued to drive down, sliding just shy of Cell’s cheek. Her fist made a divet in the floor, leaving her wrist stuck in the concrete. Her adversary pushed her to the side as she focused on freeing her hand from the ground and ran for the exit once more, only to quickly have that plan shut down by the maid girl.
“Move it.” He growled at the girl, ready to fire more ki.
“Make me.” Tamsin replied readying to throw her knives.
Ki erupted from Cell’s hand like magma from an active, exploding volcano. Tamsin, took a few hits but was able to block or dodge most of them by redirecting the attacks with the small blades. Jak’s shots came from Cell’s other side and all the bombardier could think about was how diligently tough his opponent was. He believed any second now, he would collapse and die before his corpse even hit the floor.
Behind them, they could hear the sounds of female grunting, along with shifting concrete and stone. Erika had successfully freed herself from her stone hand-cuff and she wasted no time in getting back into the fight.
“This has gone on long enough, bug! Time to crush you under my boot!” Her gnarled words ate through the sounds in the air. Her fist was raised and ready rain pain.
“For you, I would recommend the decaf.” He remarked in his irritatingly snarky voice.
“I'm sorry, all I heard was ‘decapitation’.” The girl bit back as she approached the wounded Cell.
“You really have ssome issssuess, girl.” He said as he wound the coffee pot above his head and threw at Erika’s. The silver-haired assassailant effortlessly ducked under it as it soared above her, crashing into glass dust at Tamsin’s feet.
Cell was truly fucked now. The exits were completely blocked off by the trio, even the fire escape which seemed very inconveniently placed near the front door. What kind of stupid logic is that?
While he wasn't necessarily hoping to fight, he wasn't going to lay down and die either. Erika slowly approached him, getting just out of arm's reach with her fist wound back to make payment for the threat of the stray coffee pot when he reached his foot above the counter and gave the cash register a good mule-worth kick. The hunk of steel was sent right into the white-haired girl’s face, knocking her to the ground, yet somehow she grasped consciousness still. His biggest threat effectively taken to kissing the floor, the bug-man launched more ki at the other two competitors only to realize that he had not the strength to continue fleeing.
“Damn you pessts. This could have been over already and we could just leave if you stopped harasssing me.” He hissed throwing his ki as fast as his injured body would let him. “Would that not be eassier?!”
“It is pretty simple,” Erika’s voice erupted from underneath the counter. “I'm gonna fuckin’ kill you for my money.”
Her hand exploded the structure in front of the bioroids feet, sending splinters of mixed materials flying around his ankles. The assassin grabbed her prey by his feet and used all her strength to pull Cell through the counter, which, bumpy as it was, succeeded barely. With his foot in her hand, yet again, the girl slammed Cell into the floor, holding him by the neck to the ground. She raised her fist quickly to strike his head and make grape-flavored-syrup pancakes, but her lack of strategy left her wide open to someone as crafty as him. His palm opened up and ki blasted between the both of them. Erika’s fist continued to drive down, sliding just shy of Cell’s cheek. Her fist made a divet in the floor, leaving her wrist stuck in the concrete. Her adversary pushed her to the side as she focused on freeing her hand from the ground and ran for the exit once more, only to quickly have that plan shut down by the maid girl.
“Move it.” He growled at the girl, ready to fire more ki.
“Make me.” Tamsin replied readying to throw her knives.
Ki erupted from Cell’s hand like magma from an active, exploding volcano. Tamsin, took a few hits but was able to block or dodge most of them by redirecting the attacks with the small blades. Jak’s shots came from Cell’s other side and all the bombardier could think about was how diligently tough his opponent was. He believed any second now, he would collapse and die before his corpse even hit the floor.
Behind them, they could hear the sounds of female grunting, along with shifting concrete and stone. Erika had successfully freed herself from her stone hand-cuff and she wasted no time in getting back into the fight.
“This has gone on long enough, bug! Time to crush you under my boot!” Her gnarled words ate through the sounds in the air. Her fist was raised and ready rain pain.
Quote:665/800 that should be the end of the fight.
¼ SP
Cell slammed a steel register into Erika’s face and tried to get her to switch to decaf.
Cell used his Rapid Ki to fire on Tamsin and Jak, only to then be surprised by Erika pulling him through the counter.
Erika smashed Cell into the ground and nearly ended the fight, but Cell’s quick thinking saved him.
Erika meets a new foe - The Floor.
Cell attempts to escape again but Jak and Tamsin are able to hold him off.
Erika attempts to return fire.
Nice fight guys.
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