07-08-2017, 08:38 PM
“What in the fuck...” Somerled mumbled, slowly grinding to a halt as he slid down the bridge. He scrambled to his feet, boots skidding over the loose sand coating everything. The half-darkling bound up in his whip began to struggle as he rose, which the monster responded to with a quick punch to the back of its skull, knocking it right back out of commission. He pulled it back up and grabbed hold of its two free arms again, which still held onto the revolvers, surprisingly enough.
His eyes darted over to where his allies were for a brief moment. Sand heaped around them, covering just about every inch of bridge around them, but other than that and the giant fist looming threateningly, they seemed to be doing fine. One of the piles of sand shifted just as he moved to look away and Somerled did a doubletake. Too distracted by the giant sand monster slowly lurching angrily towards them again, Sun didn’t notice the smaller sand piles coming to life around him. Which probably meant Jim didn’t either.
“Ah shit...” he muttered, raising the gunslinger’s guns towards them.
BANG
BANG
BANG
A torrent of gunfire exploded into existence as the spirit pressed the darkling’s own fingers down on the triggers, firing off three rapid shots. Under his steadfast grip, the revolvers had almost no kickback, and the three rising sand demons exploded apart. Sun recoiled as the sand around him suddenly burst, his attention torn away from Desertman.
“Be careful around the sand it leaves!” Somerled shouted, aiming the gun-wielding hands towards the ground. The monkey wouldn’t hear his yell, but hopefully Jim would be able to pass on the message. With that said, he lifted his captive’s limp arms, ready to unleash a volley at the sandy behemoth.
Two shots rang out, and immediately the original dusty gunslinger erupted up from behind the railing, two bullets slamming into its chest. It’s multiple arms flashed out as it flipped over the spirit, revealing another six-shooter in each hand. Without a moment of hesitation, Somerled heaved its summon over his head, keeping it between him and his acrobatic adversary. A volley of gunfire exploded out from its many revolvers, and a sizeable number of bullets slammed into the monster’s meatshield. Somerled twisted the assist’s arm unnatural, bring one of the sidearms to bear with a delicious crunch, its elbow now bending the wrong way. The spirit responded to the lead barrage with a single shot, and a bullet pierced into the gunslinger’s eye. An impressive scream rose from its throat, and its perfectly executed flip faltered.
CRACK
It’s head slammed against the railing with another wonderful crunch, and the darkling fell out of side, leaving only a new bloodstain to speak of its presence.
“Heh, guess you could say I’m a crack shot,” the split spirit quipped, wresting the revolver from the downed summon. He spun the firearm around his finger like an old cowboy. “Maybe I should get myself a gu-”
BANG
Piercing pain exploded in the youkai’s right foot as a bullet from the six-shooter he spun tore open a new wound. The weapon recoiled right out of his hand and over the edge, and he gritted his teeth, suppressing a scream. A cruel giggle rose up from behind his clenched teeth.
“You think this is... fuckin funny?” The storm spirit growled, his voice high and entirely non-threatening as he tried to speak through a laugh.
“Ahhhh Summer you fuckin idiot!” Sonny’s simple giggle exploded into a full-blown guffaw. Unable to talk through his other half’s fit, Somerled seethed quietly, grabbing hold of his hostage’s neck. With little fanfare, he unleashed another lightning strike into its face, unraveled his whip from its arms, and tossed it over the ledge, all while laughing with a manic laugh that wasn’t his. He limped up to the railing and peered into the pit below. The laughter cut off, immediately replaced by a concerned silence.
“Uh... there’s only one body down there...” The storm spirit whispered. A single step sounded from behind him, and he spun around with as much haste as he could, whip at the ready. A single pair of hands slammed into his back from behind, fixing his screwed-up gravity, and throwing him clear off his feet, right over the railing. Somerled twisted desperately and lashed out with his whip. The leather plait snapped out with a small crack, and caught one of the darkling's extended arms. Inertia struck both of them at once, the spirit’s arm pulled painfully as he was jerked back towards the bridge, and his adversary was ripped right off of the platform, shins slamming into the railing as it went over.
In a desperate panic, the dusty gunslinger’s other three arms dove into its cloak, but before it could grab any guns, Somerled pulled the whip towards him with a mighty jerk. The two combatants slammed into each other in mid air, and the storm spirit released his whip, grabbing hold of his enemy’s throat with one hand, and an arm with the other. He wrestled the wriggling demon, working it under him so that when they hit the bottom, it would at least get it worse than he did.
CRACK
The gunslinger’s chest caved beneath the monster’s weight as the two slammed into the ground. Somerled breathed in a painful breath, a stabbing pain pulsing through his own chest. He slowly pushed to his feet, body aching as he cast a quick glance around. He was now standing on another rather thin walkway, and just off to his side he could see Sun as the monkey glassed a sizeable portion of Desertman’s face with a fireball.
“Uh, what?” He muttered, and shifted his gaze straight ahead, where the ground he should have fallen to now was. “What?” At his feet, the dusty gunslinger let out a rattly groan, and slowly rose to its feet.
His eyes darted over to where his allies were for a brief moment. Sand heaped around them, covering just about every inch of bridge around them, but other than that and the giant fist looming threateningly, they seemed to be doing fine. One of the piles of sand shifted just as he moved to look away and Somerled did a doubletake. Too distracted by the giant sand monster slowly lurching angrily towards them again, Sun didn’t notice the smaller sand piles coming to life around him. Which probably meant Jim didn’t either.
“Ah shit...” he muttered, raising the gunslinger’s guns towards them.
BANG
BANG
BANG
A torrent of gunfire exploded into existence as the spirit pressed the darkling’s own fingers down on the triggers, firing off three rapid shots. Under his steadfast grip, the revolvers had almost no kickback, and the three rising sand demons exploded apart. Sun recoiled as the sand around him suddenly burst, his attention torn away from Desertman.
“Be careful around the sand it leaves!” Somerled shouted, aiming the gun-wielding hands towards the ground. The monkey wouldn’t hear his yell, but hopefully Jim would be able to pass on the message. With that said, he lifted his captive’s limp arms, ready to unleash a volley at the sandy behemoth.
Two shots rang out, and immediately the original dusty gunslinger erupted up from behind the railing, two bullets slamming into its chest. It’s multiple arms flashed out as it flipped over the spirit, revealing another six-shooter in each hand. Without a moment of hesitation, Somerled heaved its summon over his head, keeping it between him and his acrobatic adversary. A volley of gunfire exploded out from its many revolvers, and a sizeable number of bullets slammed into the monster’s meatshield. Somerled twisted the assist’s arm unnatural, bring one of the sidearms to bear with a delicious crunch, its elbow now bending the wrong way. The spirit responded to the lead barrage with a single shot, and a bullet pierced into the gunslinger’s eye. An impressive scream rose from its throat, and its perfectly executed flip faltered.
CRACK
It’s head slammed against the railing with another wonderful crunch, and the darkling fell out of side, leaving only a new bloodstain to speak of its presence.
“Heh, guess you could say I’m a crack shot,” the split spirit quipped, wresting the revolver from the downed summon. He spun the firearm around his finger like an old cowboy. “Maybe I should get myself a gu-”
BANG
Piercing pain exploded in the youkai’s right foot as a bullet from the six-shooter he spun tore open a new wound. The weapon recoiled right out of his hand and over the edge, and he gritted his teeth, suppressing a scream. A cruel giggle rose up from behind his clenched teeth.
“You think this is... fuckin funny?” The storm spirit growled, his voice high and entirely non-threatening as he tried to speak through a laugh.
“Ahhhh Summer you fuckin idiot!” Sonny’s simple giggle exploded into a full-blown guffaw. Unable to talk through his other half’s fit, Somerled seethed quietly, grabbing hold of his hostage’s neck. With little fanfare, he unleashed another lightning strike into its face, unraveled his whip from its arms, and tossed it over the ledge, all while laughing with a manic laugh that wasn’t his. He limped up to the railing and peered into the pit below. The laughter cut off, immediately replaced by a concerned silence.
“Uh... there’s only one body down there...” The storm spirit whispered. A single step sounded from behind him, and he spun around with as much haste as he could, whip at the ready. A single pair of hands slammed into his back from behind, fixing his screwed-up gravity, and throwing him clear off his feet, right over the railing. Somerled twisted desperately and lashed out with his whip. The leather plait snapped out with a small crack, and caught one of the darkling's extended arms. Inertia struck both of them at once, the spirit’s arm pulled painfully as he was jerked back towards the bridge, and his adversary was ripped right off of the platform, shins slamming into the railing as it went over.
In a desperate panic, the dusty gunslinger’s other three arms dove into its cloak, but before it could grab any guns, Somerled pulled the whip towards him with a mighty jerk. The two combatants slammed into each other in mid air, and the storm spirit released his whip, grabbing hold of his enemy’s throat with one hand, and an arm with the other. He wrestled the wriggling demon, working it under him so that when they hit the bottom, it would at least get it worse than he did.
CRACK
The gunslinger’s chest caved beneath the monster’s weight as the two slammed into the ground. Somerled breathed in a painful breath, a stabbing pain pulsing through his own chest. He slowly pushed to his feet, body aching as he cast a quick glance around. He was now standing on another rather thin walkway, and just off to his side he could see Sun as the monkey glassed a sizeable portion of Desertman’s face with a fireball.
“Uh, what?” He muttered, and shifted his gaze straight ahead, where the ground he should have fallen to now was. “What?” At his feet, the dusty gunslinger let out a rattly groan, and slowly rose to its feet.
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Somerled’s on a pillar, sideways.
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