Post by collapsingeclipse on Jun 18, 2014 8:35:55 GMT -5
Minus Althul's maneuver didn't quite work out, as he was knocked back by a gust of wind. Though his being blown away was stopped abruptly thanks to stabbing Shakelmir upon the ground, there were only faint markings caused by a portion of the blade up to the tip. Minus Althul's strength usually never lessened, due to the usual lack of fatigue. So, the feeling that his wrist hurt as if it was going to be ripped from his hand was not felt. Letting go of Shakelmir, he formed the aforementioned spiky axe. He only had one last chance. If he failed it, he could do nothing about it. There were few fortunate things that could happen, but Minus Althul would have to rely on Seifer. The scarred man was his key to getting an opening.
Minus Althul couldn't see due to the dark all too well, but the flame that formed was nearly enough for Minus Althul to register his target. The flame that formed was unusually hot. It scorched all in it's path, and Stephen would be no exception. However, more matters was the size of the ball of scorching hot magma and Stephen's hide. It only hit his rear. While it was very likely to hit at least a second degree burn, it still wouldn't seem to stop a beast like him. The great wounds that both of them endured would have killed many a normal man. Minus Althul and Stephen were not normal men, though. One was particularly a shark and the other a fugly orc that would leave the boogeyman scared shitless for weeks.
Concentrating more purple air, the one-sided hatchet become a two-sided axe with more spikes. The morning star mace that had formed had gotten a type of sword-like formation. This sword like formation was also spiked. He needed them to tear more, or at least puncture more. He followed up right after Seifer, using the spiked double axe to hit the side of Stephen's temple. After that, he'd lunge in with the spiked sword-chainsaw-morning star thing. Aimed towards Stephen's neck or chest, he'd make sure to slide it offensively over Stephen's chest, for the sake of more damage. After that, all the purple air and ice suddenly broke apart. The sky had lightened, and Minus Althul had fallen. He could no longer battle.
"..Damn...it.." The voice grew deeper, as the darkness that connected Shakelmir and Shroud's body as a link began to break apart. Suddenly, it bursted in a shadow which then all started absorbing itself into Shakelmir, which left a chilly black aura that soon dissipated with a whimper. Minus Althul closed his eyes, and then reopened them in 10 seconds. It was now Shroud's turn.
Shroud stood up, wondering where the fuck he was, why Estrella was there in the room with him, and why-
"HOLY PARFLOSS MOSS!" Shroud yelled out right in front of him, taking steps back, before falling right on his rear. So much fatigue.. So much pain surging around him. Shroud began to cough out uncontrollably. He could barely feel the side of his stomach with the searing pain that took hold. "Who the fuck are you!?" Shroud couldn't move, pure weakness and fatigue overtaking his body. His body has called it quits for now. It needed rest. Sadly, it happened right at the time where he might as well be skinned, cooked, and then served as steak in a form of seafood restaurant. If Stephen was alive, this might just mean that he would be served as BBQ Parfilen Hamburger or something.
Minus Althul couldn't see due to the dark all too well, but the flame that formed was nearly enough for Minus Althul to register his target. The flame that formed was unusually hot. It scorched all in it's path, and Stephen would be no exception. However, more matters was the size of the ball of scorching hot magma and Stephen's hide. It only hit his rear. While it was very likely to hit at least a second degree burn, it still wouldn't seem to stop a beast like him. The great wounds that both of them endured would have killed many a normal man. Minus Althul and Stephen were not normal men, though. One was particularly a shark and the other a fugly orc that would leave the boogeyman scared shitless for weeks.
Concentrating more purple air, the one-sided hatchet become a two-sided axe with more spikes. The morning star mace that had formed had gotten a type of sword-like formation. This sword like formation was also spiked. He needed them to tear more, or at least puncture more. He followed up right after Seifer, using the spiked double axe to hit the side of Stephen's temple. After that, he'd lunge in with the spiked sword-chainsaw-morning star thing. Aimed towards Stephen's neck or chest, he'd make sure to slide it offensively over Stephen's chest, for the sake of more damage. After that, all the purple air and ice suddenly broke apart. The sky had lightened, and Minus Althul had fallen. He could no longer battle.
"..Damn...it.." The voice grew deeper, as the darkness that connected Shakelmir and Shroud's body as a link began to break apart. Suddenly, it bursted in a shadow which then all started absorbing itself into Shakelmir, which left a chilly black aura that soon dissipated with a whimper. Minus Althul closed his eyes, and then reopened them in 10 seconds. It was now Shroud's turn.
Shroud stood up, wondering where the fuck he was, why Estrella was there in the room with him, and why-
"HOLY PARFLOSS MOSS!" Shroud yelled out right in front of him, taking steps back, before falling right on his rear. So much fatigue.. So much pain surging around him. Shroud began to cough out uncontrollably. He could barely feel the side of his stomach with the searing pain that took hold. "Who the fuck are you!?" Shroud couldn't move, pure weakness and fatigue overtaking his body. His body has called it quits for now. It needed rest. Sadly, it happened right at the time where he might as well be skinned, cooked, and then served as steak in a form of seafood restaurant. If Stephen was alive, this might just mean that he would be served as BBQ Parfilen Hamburger or something.