|
Post by Admin Roc on May 7, 2012 13:03:28 GMT -5
Sai's throwing needles sunk into flesh... the flesh of Pariah's arm, the Chaos Meister having suddenly stepped in to take the hit for her partner. Even as blood seeped from the injury the girl's expression never shifted, not so much as a hint of pain. There was, however, a sound -- a sliding, mechanical sound -- and suddenly a steel pole, this one with the precise dimensions of a bo staff, was in Pariah's hands. She spun the concealed weapon, which had previously been collapsed in on itself like a telescope and tucked in one of her pockets, with a flourish and ran forward to meet Sai's charge head-on. "Where the **** did that other little ****head go?" Wyrd muttered to himself as Sai and Pariah began to fight. One of his hands transformed, the wheel spinning menacingly as he looked around for any sight of his opponent. Apparently Rick's maneuver had taken advantage of an ideal moment; the Demon Motorbike had lost sight of him while his attention had been on Sai's attack... meaning Rick had a golden opportunity for a sneak attack. ENEMY: Experimental Demon Motorbike WyrdENEMY: Experimental Chaos Meister Pariah
|
|
|
Post by Ishida Sai on May 8, 2012 9:59:50 GMT -5
Unprecedented. Unexpected.
He didn't expect Pariah to take the needles on for Wyrd. But that meant their bond is very strong. That was something Sai can somewhat could feel despite his Soul Perception was shot down the rogue Meister's ability.
There was one thing that made him feel uncomfortable. Her lack of emotions from the small projectiles. Even if Wyrd seemed to be a dramatic psychopath of some sort, having those things stabbed within the skin isn't something to shrug off completely.
Another "first thing" for him. All the enemies and adversaries he has fought even til now had emotions. The same weaknesses all living beings possessed. Yet this girl... She seems to have none of that. It gave him a chill of something even more inhuman.
However, Sai was going to be further surprised when she even brought out a staff of her own to fend him off as well. It was not according to what Sai had imagined. But what happened, happened. Nothing that he could control either case.
Soul Purge was out of the question from his own instincts. The "out of place" sensation of his own soul and body was a glaring alarm. One that was pretty accurate on its own.
Sai would have to assume her staff skills would be better than his... After all, he only knows the basics of most weapons from the ninjutsu teachings... But that didn't mean he'd lose so easily. The needles are one factor to victory. And just because it seems to be a staff fight doesn't mean he can't use his whole body as a weapon with his own speed aiding him in the conflict.
The weapon he is wielding is five feet tall. Just about the same length as a jo staff, not to be confused with the bo. The Japanese teen definitely loses to her in range since the latter is even longer than the jo. However, the versatility of the pipe itself isn't something to be dismissed entirely.
"It isn't just a mere pole. With a thrust it's a spear. With a sweep, it's a naginata. When holding it at the end with both hands, it's a katana. A jo can become such as those weapons, there are unlimited possibilities for it..."
Yet... Sai is not at that level he could completely manipulate it to that.
Continuing on his charge, the male Meister threw in a stab with the iron pipe within his grip at Pariah's midsection. But at the last moment, he swiveled his impromptu weapon around at her temple.
Whether she blocks it or not, the teen's idea is to get close and force her down to the ground into submission by the assumed strength by sexes. If she cannot feel pain, then rather, he could just knock her out by a chokehold. Then again, he could just rattle her brain to the chin at least.
|
|
|
Post by Rick Fader on May 8, 2012 13:27:57 GMT -5
As Rick quietly lurked above the battlefield, Pariah had surprisingly taken the hit for Wyrd. Even worse was the fact that she didn't seem phased by a needle penetrating her arm. And in response to Sai's flourish, she pulled out her own steel pole. The two of them would clash, with Sai attempting to get a hit on her temple in the process.
Wyrd, having been focused on Sai's onslaught of needles earlier, lost track of Rick. He had questioned out loud where the weapon went. Wyrd shifted into his partial transformation, the wheel hand, as he looked for Rick. However, the Demon Chair knew exactly what to do. The weapon would continue to position himself in order to get behind the Demon Motorcycle.
When Rick was in position, he put a single hand on his current foothold. He then shifted into his Strap Hands transformation, wrapping his hand around the pipe. Wasting no time, the Demon Chair swung down, legs bucked for a charged kick towards the Demon Motorcycle's back.
Still, his electric wavelength still felt 'dead' to him, so he could do nothing more than use his straps.
|
|
|
Post by Admin Roc on May 30, 2012 11:40:20 GMT -5
Metal rang against metal as pipe and pole clashed, Pariah moving to deflect the initial jab to one side and then, when Sai's movements changed, she ducked under the sweeping strike aimed at her head. However, his plan to get in close and knock her down was nonetheless successful; his rush got him in close enough to slam Pariah onto her back. It was eerie, though: she didn't struggle against his choke hold... she just stared at him, the ghostly emptiness of her blue eyes seeming to pierce straight through him as their gazes met. For what seemed like an unbearably long moment she just looked at him... looked at him... unsettling... inhuman... A crackle of energy nearby would tear Sai's attention from her spectral gaze; in one hand she still had a loose grip on her bo staff but the other, empty, now sparked and flared with what looked like black electricity. It had been smart of Sai to try and inhibit her from screaming again but the Chaos Meister had other means of attack. And at such close range, dodging her Soul Purge simply wasn't an option. The hand, and all it's unnatural energy, slammed into Sai's side -- the power it unleashed was like the scream but more focused, more direct. He would feel like his souls itself was being attacked. And it would hurt. A lot. -------------- As Rick swung down from the bare steel framework he'd land the perfect surprise attack on Wyrd, both legs making firm contact with the enemy's backside. Wyrd was sent flying, skidding face-first across the ground for almost twenty feet before gravity, and a stack of construction supplies, finally stopped him. Coughing and wheezing for breath and holding his back with his one normal hand, the Demon Motorbike spat blood as he rose to his feet. "You ****er! You **** ****ing ****er!!"He spat again, this time more blood, and pure rage came over his face. "Oh, that's IT."
"YOU."The wheel-hand revved up, spinning wildly. "ARE."Wyrd began to run straight towards Rick, murder in his eyes. "****ING."And then, all of a sudden, the wheel itself began to glow... and where rubber had been before... there was now, in its place, fire. "DEAD!!"ENEMY: Experimental Demon Motorbike WyrdENEMY: Experimental Chaos Meister Pariah
|
|
|
Post by Ishida Sai on May 30, 2012 16:27:28 GMT -5
The ringing metal was easily perceived by his eardrums from it sheer volume from the violent contact of both weapons. Just as Sai was swinging towards the temple, leading on from the previous attack, Pariah easily ducked down to dodge the next. But he wasn't done when the meister rushed forward to tackle her down the dusty ground of the construction site.
Feeling the contact, the teen immediately attempted a chokehold with both forearms squeezing her neck similar to a pair of scissors while mounting on top of her. It was all too easy. Sai could instinctively feel it. Why didn't she resist...?
In the midst of his grappling technique, he caught the girl's ghastly blue eyes into his. He kept on squeezing ever harder to fully cut off her supply of blood and air through her trachea and veins, attempting to ignore those unsettling visual biological scanners.
But there was this crackling sound.
"Oh shit!"
The teen looked down to see her hand was already harnessing wavelengths in a similar manner to a familiar technique.
Soul Purge
Already, Sai was scrambling to get off of her. Yet, it was too late.
A large bang resounded the relatively empty construction lot from the contact. Forcing the meister off to the side a few meters away... A scream of unadulterated pain joined in almost immediately, followed by a large KLANG from the abandoned construction pipe.
"UWAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!"
The Japanese individual landed soundly on his side, rolling back even a couple of few feet from the impact before reaching out to the ground in excruciating pain.
With ragged breaths, he attempted to force himself up... But the sensation from the Soul Purge caused him to vomit a residue of blood from his oral orifice, staining the ground with red iron-smelting liquid.
The amount of pain is tremendous... It is akin to being skewered by a spear, digging into the organs while all the while spinning in a couple of slow excruciating rotations for the merrier.
Yet, he was still able to move. Somewhat. Crawling a few inches until he simply dropped himself into the dust, defeated...
Or so it would seem. The manner in how he dropped down lies on how his head was propped on top of one of his arms. Already, his tongue and teeth were slightly fumbling with the fabric to draw one of his acupuncture needles.
Of course, with his head in the way, Pariah would think he'd be out of the count. Slowly, Sai was successful in drawing the needle and biting it down between his teeth, with the longer shaft exposed out of the lips.
His ears pricked up to hear whether if his female adversary would finish the job... If she got close enough, the meister would immediately snap up his head and spit/throw his solitary needle into her eye before rolling away to the side to safety.
|
|
|
Post by Rick Fader on May 30, 2012 20:35:11 GMT -5
In Rick's attempt to get a sneak attack in on his opponent, Rick had lost track of the clash between Sai and Pariah. He would not be able to see his comrade attempt to choke her out, while she would respond with a brutal soul purge. Unfortunately, as Rick figured, if she incapacitated Sai, she'd be assisting her meister in taking out the other guy. However, Rick was confident that the needle-wielding ninja would be able to take her.
Rick's bucked in legs stretched out to kick Wyrd in the back. Unfortunately, he didn't turn around in time to see Rick kick him. So there would be no Rick shouting "surprise bitch!" at his opponent. But either way, the kick did its job, sending his opponent into eating twenty feet of pavement, before taking a stack of various construction supplies to the face.
When Wyrd got up, he was pissed. The Demon Motorbike spat out blood as he held his back. He yelled at Rick angrily before spitting up more blood. At this moment, the Demon Chair grinned maliciously.
"D'aw. . . did wittle Wyrd take a boo-boo? Can he not take the pain? Is he gonna cwy~?", he asked him in a mock baby voice. The blue-haired weapon took a deep breath before continuing his taunt. "Dwo-boo-boo-boo-boo~", sounded out Rick before glaring at his opponent.
The motorcycle spit up more more blood, red-hot rage washed over his face like the boiling hot lava. Wyrd yelled at him, declaring him a dead man. Rick observed as he charged the Demon Chair, his wheel igniting menacingly. At this point, Rick had two options at his disposal: roll to the side at the last moment, hoping his reckless charge would cause him to crash into something; or he would use his straps to grab onto his ankles, and pull his weight from under him.
Rick internally chose the latter, waiting for the weapon to get closer. Once in range he would duck and cast his straps towards his ankles, and pull with all of his might. If successful, he would follow it up with a firm boot stomp to the chest. If he failed, he'd probably be eating flaming rubber. Either way, he had lost focus on Sai and Pariah, something that might bite him in the ass.
|
|
|
Post by Admin Roc on Jun 11, 2012 10:25:44 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry about the long delay, you guys. You're both doing great, by the way -- these two were meant to be a serious challenge and your tactics have proven up to the task.) Slowly, very slowly, almost zombie-like, Pariah got to her feet. Dusted herself off. Began to walk towards Sai. No rush. No urgency. Her boots fell heavily across the poured cement of the construction site as, like the inevitability of time itself, she moved in on her target. Implacable. Unbreakable. But she wouldn't quite make it to him. Perhaps ten feet from where Sai now crouched, a flurry of blazing bolts suddenly crashed down from multiple directions and slammed into Pariah's body, setting off a pillar of light and smoke that briefly engulfed her. The source? A quick glance would reveal that, though still clearly in pain, many of the NOT students had recovered -- what's more they'd launched a coordinated ranged attack and several melee teams were charging in for a follow-up strike. "... Not enough."As the blaze of light died down Pariah emerged from the blast with only a few faint burns on her skin, little more than a bad sunburn in terms of damage. She dispatched the melee attackers with cold efficiency; a parried blade, a kick to the solar plexus, pole to the head, step back, sweep, Soul Purge, shift, smash, shove, strike. All the while not a hint of emotion, even as some of the blows got past her guard and opened up bleeding gashes on her arms, legs, torso and face. She was just... completely unshakable. After almost five minutes of chaos all the NOT teams that had charged in were lying on the ground, groaning in pain and clutching fresh injuries. Pariah took a minute to gaze impassively at her handiwork... then closed her eyes. She was taking a deep breath. She was going to scream again... and only Sai was in any position to stop her. ----------------------------------------- Rick was making a show of outsmarting Wyrd in this fight; with the Demon Motorbike blinded by fury it wasn't particularly hard. The effort to trip the renegade was a complete success -- Wyrd was once more face-to-face with the concrete as Rick deftly outmaneuvered him, quickly bringing his boot down to realign the biker's spine... violently. Wyrd had other ideas, though. Just as Rick was about to plant his foot, his opponent's whole body began to glow. The transformation shifted Wyrd's form and Rick suddenly found his foot thrust up into the air sharply, knocking him back. When the light died down Wyrd was suddenly replaced with a sleek-looking motorcycle, it's wheels circles of flame. The vehicle, riderless, wheeled around to look straight at Rick; with a faint shimmer Wyrd's face appeared in the headlight. "Playtime's over, *****. Now I'm gonna run you the **** down!!"Revving up briefly, the Demon Motorbike sped straight at Rick, popping a wheelie at the last second. If that hit him head-on he'd be looking at flaming tire tracks up and down his face, not to mention whatever other damage it might incur. ENEMY: Experimental Demon Motorbike WyrdENEMY: Experimental Chaos Meister Pariah
|
|
|
Post by Ishida Sai on Jun 11, 2012 18:08:42 GMT -5
She was coming. He could hear it. His heart started to drum and lull in increasing frequencies as each step became louder and the distance started to close in. The plain stomps of each move was reminiscent to a death toll. Slowly, Sai started to relax his muscles, yet his psyche was hardened and ready for the immediate move. Slowly he gulped, to not lose his nerves as the she-behemoth came closer to him...
Yet, something stopped on her path... Rather, his ears could intercept sounds of surges of energy and whishes of attacks. Taking note of this new unknown anomaly, the meister slowly looked up to see a number of the NOT students have recovered, bravely attempting to fight off Pariah despite his own "defeat" per se.
No matter how many there were... These average students could only do so much... Especially against a skinny titan who feels almost no pain at all. The little injuries... Every blow... Every attempt...
Nothing seemed to even phase her at all...
That's impossible.
But, yet, there it was. And he was watching it. Acceptance must be made. And so it has. As the small force of NOT students were "disposed" of, Sai could already see his female adversary already attempting another punishing shriek.
"As if I'll let you!"
He swiftly got onto his feet, almost stomping them onto the ground, forming a plume of dust as a result. The boy was breaking limits. The limits of his endurance... And the limits of his speed...
Rushing at her in breakneck speed, the meister already drew out a couple of needles in each hand, each projectile gleaming with vengeance. Though the one between his teeth, retracted deeper into his mouth for the sake of subtlety and deception. Getting close enough to her, Sai threw the ones on his left towards her neck... Hoping to seal off her voice for good if it did hit...
Yet, it was still a set-up to the next. If she has been dodging, whether it'd be crouching down or the like... Sai would go ahead and time it so that as she dodged, he'd aim for her knees, cutting off her movement at the least.
With either all of this is accomplished or not, he'd find the right time to spit out the one needle in his mouth right into her eye... It would be the ultimate test to see whether she really doesn't feel pain or just has higher resistance....
|
|
|
Post by Rick Fader on Jun 12, 2012 17:20:49 GMT -5
Rick's attempt to yank Wyrd's legs from under him had been a success. Rick grinned as the Demon Weapon would meet and eat more concrete. Before going in to violently smash his boot into his foe, the straps were released from the Motorbike's ankles, reverting back into his normal set of hands.
Rick would then stride towards his foe quickly, closing the small gap between them. Everything was going according to plan, Rick's boot was going to smash into his foe violently. A grin formed along Rick's face.
A grin that would be replaced by an expression of shock.
As Rick went in for the kill, Wyrd's body was glowing. As a weapon, Rick knew what was going to come of this. He had to get out of the way, lest he get himself hurt. But Wyrd had timed it so that Rick was too far into the stomp before could stop it. This had caused Rick's leg to shoot up, along with the rest of his body. Not far from the Renegade, Rick had violently landed onto his back. While he managed to take proper form in order not to break something, the landing still hurt like hell.
"Motherfucker. . .", muttered the blue-haired weapon as he collected himself.
Rick watched as the Demon Motorbike wheeled around him, Rick's body and gaze shifting to keep up with it. Rick saw the face of Wyrd reflected through the headlight. Wyrd stated his intention to run him down. He then briefly revved up his engine before speeding towards Rick in a furious blaze of speed and murderous intent.
"SUNNOVABITCH!!!!
The Demon Chair's eyes widened as the enemy approached him. Still on the ground, he shifted himself to the left, continuing to roll flat in an attempt to get away from Wyrd. Should he have been successful, he would've gotten back to his feet. If Wyrd managed to hit him, he'd be in trouble with the wheel pancaking him.
|
|
|
Post by Admin Roc on Jun 25, 2012 8:43:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Gentlemen... well fought and well done. Victory is yours!) "As if I'll let you!"Sai's sudden rush seemed to catch Pariah by surprise; though she still showed no hint of emotion she did seem to hesitate, her eyes snapping open at the sound of her opponent's voice. The needles came towards her, silent flashes of silver gleaming with hints of gold in the fading sun -- she moved to dodge but the first two found her shoulder, mere inches from their intended mark, and the second set hit home, biting into flesh on both knees. Such a strike would have had a regular person crumbling to the ground in agony... but it seemed crumbling wasn't something Pariah knew how to do. Her body seemed to sway in an attempt to right itself, to restore equilibrium... ...and failed, finally, when the final shot pierced her right eye. Blood and fluid flowing from the wound to one of the body's most vulnerable points, Pariah's mouth opened just slightly -- a gasp? -- before her weight drifted onto her heels and then caused her to fall. It was a strangely quiet fall. One moment she was upright, then seeming almost to descend in slow motion like a falling leaf or flower petal. Now she was on her back, looking up at the sky with her one good eye as blood streamed out of the other... and it was almost like the universe had simply forgotten to put the sound of a body smacking into pavement in-between. " . . . So . . . will you be the one, then?"------------------------------------------------------------ Rick dodged the motorbike's charge, but only by the narrowest of margins; several hairs of his head were singed and the hood of his hoodie ended up with a small candle-sized flame burning into it. By and large, though, he survived the close call unscathed. "You're a quick little ****, ain'tcha ****-face?" Wyrd's backhanded compliment came with the sound of screeching tires and the roar of fire, the Demon Motorbike wheeling back around for another go after shooting past. "But how long can you really hold out? I can do this all day; sooner or later you're..."A pause, unexpected. In the background behind Rick Wyrd could see Sai. He could see Pariah. "Oh ****!!!"The bike shot forward at breakneck speed, suddenly kicking up a solid wall of flames six feet high in his wake. It seemed Wyrd had a few tricks he'd been holding back "DON'T YOU ****ING LAY A ****ING FINGER ON HER YOU ****ING ****ER!!!" At first he seemed to be heading right at Sai, then banked at the last minute to drive a fiery circle around his partner and the sprawl of knocked-out NOT students. The flame wall would obscure what was happening on the other side and keep both Sai and Rick from taking another shot at their foes. Returning to human form, Wyrd knelt next to the girl, looking over her injuries. "****it, you always push it, y'know? You're not ****ing immortal, Pariah." His gaze rested anxiously on her damaged eye. "That's it, we're ****ing done here. I'm getting you the **** out, now."With what seemed like impassive slowness, the darkly dressed young woman reached up... her fingers found the end of the protruding needle... the sound as she pulled it out was wet and unsettling, enough that the mohawked biker actually seemed to turn a bit green and looked away. She held it at a distance, her one good eye examining it curiously, watching a trail of scarlet drip down onto her face. "... Could have pierced my brain.""Yeah, and then you'd be ****ing dead." Wyrd took the needle from her hand and threw it aside, then gathered her up in his arms. "You're gonna be okay, though. Just hang on to me; I'll drive."Once again the light of transformation enveloped him, somehow seeming to shift Pariah into place as he changed. Her hands found the handlebars as if guided there; her bloody, wounded, seared body settled naturally into the curve of the bike. She didn't look up, simply laying her head down and holding on. Bike and rider erupted through the wall of flame like a bat outta hell, flame-tires screeching as they turned to dive into an alleyway. Wyrd's voice could be heard screaming as they left. "YOU ***-HATS HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF US! WE'RE THE CHAOS ****ING RENEGADES OF THE HERETIC CABAL, *****ES! WE'LL CRUSH YOU ANOTHER DAY!!"And just like that, they were gone. The fires slowly died out and the feeling of oppressive unease in the air lifted, those with Soul Perception finding their sixth sense gradually returning to normal. The NOT students would need tending to... and Shibusen would need to be informed of their new enemy. Why had they come to Death City? To test their strength? Send a message? Whatever the case, the Chaos Renegades Wyrd and Pariah had left their mark... ... and so had Sai and Rick. CHAOS RENEGADES WYRD and PARIAH DEFEATED +225 POINTS AWARDED +5 SOUL PURCHASES AWARDED (OOC: Feel free to wrap things up with a post or two; you guys did really great, and I'm pleased that these characters had such excellent opponents for their big debut. As for Pariah's eye... well, eye patches are in with anime girls these days, right? They're not just for pirates anymore. xP) (Thanks for being so patient; glad I got to finish this post before I fly out. You guys earned this; nice work!)
|
|
|
Post by Ishida Sai on Jun 25, 2012 10:02:00 GMT -5
The needles meant for recuperation and healing through nerve stimulation finally pierced through the pale skin. Not really hitting their mark for some. Yet, it did just enough damage for one that was covered in his own saliva. He watched the splash of blood explode/squirt out at her right eye, diverting his attention there while ignoring the other injuries as it had the most dire appearance. She had her mouth open. Finally. A reaction. Albeit weaker than it should be. It was good enough for Sai as the supposed diminutive juggernaut has seemingly and finally fallen. Like a tower finally collapsing in, with the mute button in place.
There was a silence as he stared at the fallen "meister". Almost a tad unbelieving at the sight before him... But one monologue brought him back to reality.
" . . . So . . . will you be the one, then?"
The one to kill her? The one to release her from whatever suffering hidden behind her cold poker face? Yes, he would. Slowly, the meister drew out one final needle. It glinted dangerously and ravenously after Pariah's motionless body, to dig into her flesh and possibly drain her of her blood at a vital area. Slowly, the weakened teenager walked forward with the dangerous projectile in his left hand with movement reminiscent to an executioner. Almost hauntingly dragging himself to finish the job with a purpose. The needle beckoned him to quicken his pace as it continued to greedily glint off the fading sunlight.
"DON'T YOU ****ING LAY A ****ING FINGER ON HER YOU ****ING ****ER!!!"
Almost suddenly turning his head to perceive the already-angered Weapon rushing towards his direction, Sai gave up on the execution to throw his last needle at Wyrd despite the uselessness of the action. Yet, it only met air as the speeding individual swerved over to his partner to retrieve her. Immediately, the meister would be one to give the foul-mouthed motorcycle one last kick to the face in this opportunity. Yet, the flames created by massive friction of the wheel or wavelength property successfully obstructed his path with its harmful waves.
"DAMN!" he cursed at fiery walls acting as deterrent.
The length of the flames weren't so high, but it was something not even worth risking as the injuries from before caused him to suddenly kneel onto the ground, having one hand over to the applied area, massaging the pressure points for some relief. But it was relief that didn't come soon enough as the culprits were making their getaway.
A large fooshing onomatopoeia signaled Sai to look at the direction of what seemed to be Pariah simply laying her body on top of Wyrd's Weapon form as it disappeared in the distance.
There was one message as they left.
"YOU ***-HATS HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF US! WE'RE THE CHAOS ****ING RENEGADES OF THE HERETIC CABAL, *****ES! WE'LL CRUSH YOU ANOTHER DAY!!"
Muttering to bid his own farewell as he slowly got up on his feet, "Have a nice trip, asshole."
The flames dispersed quickly as the duo left. Leaving behind skid marks on the pavement, signs of Wyrd's existence. And soon, that alien and evil atmosphere finally lifted, awarding Sai with his ability to use Soul Perception once more...
Sighing at the turn of events, he looked around to see there was some NOT students still unconscious from the earlier AOE assault. And others were still shaky on their feet. Shrugging, he only gave a thumbs up to some of them. A silent thanks for the support from before.
And just from that, a couple smiled. Still affected by the rush of battle as they stayed silent.
"Alright," Sai finally spoke to give out some orders, "Get your friends out of here, we're heading back."
He continued to survey around the environment with neck cranking around. There was much to say. And a lot to report back at Shibusen.
|
|
|
Post by Rick Fader on Jun 25, 2012 11:40:07 GMT -5
The moment seemed to go by in slow motion for Rick. His flat body continued to tumble to the right, his continuous landings on his back and stomach propelled by his left hand. Finally, Rick's desperate move payed off, at the cost of a burned hoodie and singed hairs. The weapon got onto his feet, turning to face the Demon Motorbike.
Fierce yellow eyes locked onto his adversary. An angry frown and furrowed brows matched his tightly clenched fists. If it weren't for the fact that his fingertips were electrodes at this point, the nails would've dug in deep enough to not only pierce the gloves, but also a good deal of his flesh. Rick wanted Wyrd dead now, and if he could charge his wavelength to perform his Soul Resonance, he might have been able to go in for at least a powerful blow on the Motorbike.
"You're a quick little ****, ain'tcha ****-face?", commented the Renegade. Rick listened in on the sounds of the tires shrieking against the concrete like the howl of a beast. Meanwhile, electricity started to course and cackle through his right hand, the charge for the resonance began. "But how long can you really hold out? I can do this all day; sooner or later you're..."
"Oh ****!!!"
However, the sight of Sai getting ready to finish of Pariah changed Wyrd's murderous demeanor into one of urgency in a flash. Wyrd's charge towards the two caused Rick to instinctively roll out of his path frantically, interrupting the charge. Sai and Rick would be locked out of their the Chaos Meister's rescue as a circular wall of fire shielded and obscured the duo, along with the students. The weapon was helpless to stop the rescue, the wall ultimately being too risky to cross.
"GODDAMN SHIT ON A STICK!", shouted the weapon angrily. All Rick could do was wait helplessly while the duo got ready to retreat.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the duo flew out of the wall of fire, and started to get away from them. Rick wanted to run after them, but they were too fast in Wyrd's form, and it was too dangerous to be behind them in a narrow corridor.
"YOU ***-HATS HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF US! WE'RE THE CHAOS ****ING RENEGADES OF THE HERETIC CABAL, *****ES! WE'LL CRUSH YOU ANOTHER DAY!!"
Rick's face contorted into pure rage as they got away. Normally, this would be the time for Rick to shout out various threats and obscenities at them as they got away. However, this anger was nothing like he had felt before. He couldn't speak, his throat choked with miasma-like emotion. Instead, he grabbed the nearest object, a steel pipe on the ground. He charged the wall in a huff, smashing the pipe against the brick surface, before finally letting out a primal roar of rage.
"AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH"
The weapon would find himself continually bashing the wall in his primitive display of emotion. That was until he dropped the pipe, his hands shaking. The weapon couldn't breath. The weapon quickly reached for his inhaler, sifting through his pockets for the medication.
"Fuck!", thought Rick as he desperately searched.
|
|
|
Post by Ishida Sai on Jun 25, 2012 19:14:52 GMT -5
One by one, the NOT students were tending to themselves, still affected by the previous lash from Pariah's defenses and "verbal" assault. The couple that were still conscious were already putting in their own part to get the incapacitated back to the infirmary in the academy. Thankfully enough, their workforce increased as some regained consciousness and quickly joined in the workload. There was disappointment already brewing in Sai as he merely stared at his peers working and as he continued to think about the conflict with Pariah and Wyrd while ignoring Rick's imitation of the Hulk on a period.
Regardless of all that, they failed the mission. Though, not exactly. All they had was the fact the rebellious-appearing duo hailed from Heretic Cabal. What exactly is that...? From the mere mentioning of that name already had Sai cocking his head to the side in mere confusion and curiosity. What was it...? The context of the name, itself, in the word "heretic" suggested one thing. Witches. The correlation was sound if one took the time to think about it. Could it be possible that those two were mere experiments of a witch?
There was a scary idea that popped up randomly in the crevices of his mind. The brows furrowed at the mere thought of multiple Pariah's. An army... Mass production. It may not be impossible.
"Damn," Sai muttered again in frustration, realizing the implications stemming from this.
If only they were able to get Pariah... A moment passed in his mind, breathing deeply through the nostrils, he shook his head at this. Accepting the situation. There was nothing much to do, but at least they knew something than nothing. It was time to go.
Sighing, Sai turned to speak at the enraged electric chair. Only to hear a dull clang occupying the soon empty environment. It would appear to the meister's worry that his partner was violently shaking. At least at the hands before one could disappear into the pockets of the bluenette's pants.
"Rick?" some worry was audible in his tone as he made his way to the Weapon.
Sai leaned over to see his peer's face while putting one hand on the shoulder for reassurance, to only see him struggling to breathe...
Asthma
Realizing the symptoms, he swiftly moved back to give the foul-mouthed individual some room to breathe and procure the inhaler into mouth. Far enough, Sai waited for him to apply the medication, dumbly staring at him struggling to relieve the affliction and then experiencing relief.
"You good? We gotta go," the Oriental noted, giving a tiny jerk towards the exit before turning his whole body there, "But, you fine though?"
The last question was just a simple courtesy though. There was no doubt Rick would be alright, after all... He suffered almost next to nothing damage from the very beginning. Having taken note of it, Sai just simply made his way over to the exit. Back into the city...
|
|
|
Post by Rick Fader on Jun 26, 2012 5:05:53 GMT -5
Rick's hands desperately sifted through his right pocket, unstable hands attempting to get a hold on the inhaler. After what seemed like an eternity, the asthmatic weapon finally got a grip on it, tearing the cap off the pump before inserting it in his mouth. The weapon's thumb pressed down on the top of the cartridge to distribute the mediation to relieve him of this terrible asthma attack.
One. . .
Two. . .
Three. . .
With the final pump, the weapon collapsed onto his knees, inhaling and exhaling out of his nose and mouth respectively. He had never felt that angry in his life, coming what seemed to be so close, only to let them flee. Nor had any of his asthma attacks felt that frightening, felt like they would kill him so fast.
"Fuck!", shouted the weapon as he replaced the cap, then put it in his pocket. He could really use a holster for this thing, especially one holders for spare cartridges.
Finally, Rick's attention was back to Sai when he spoke up. Rick got back onto his feet, and headed towards the exit. He asked if Rick was fine, most likely as a courtesy. Aside from the candle like fire burning on his hoodie, and the asthma attack, Rick was physically fine. Emotionally, Rick was pretty pissed at what happened.
Speaking of the hood, he could feel the flame getting bigger. The weapon stopped for a moment, and unzipped the garment. He then threw it to the ground and brought his boot down on the ember formed in the battle. While he had no scars to show for it, he'd at least attempt to wear the hoodie as often as possible, if to compensate for that. Once the fire was out, the weapon tossed the hood onto his shoulder, instead walking around with his gray and yellow shirt.
"When we get back, I'm going to find out what I can about these Heretic Cabal motherfuckers. And I will fucking tear them down and murder the shit outta that Wyrd cocksucker. . .", he told Sai. Oh, he would settle the score once and for all, and no organization or handler would stop him from drawing his blood. He would tear down the Heretic Cabal from its foundations just to get to Wyrd if he had to, and if he could.
|
|