Post by collapsingeclipse on Nov 20, 2013 21:26:06 GMT -5
Shroud grit his teeth as Andrew's throat was cut in his final moments. He had not expected something to hit the back of his neck, though. This was a perfect opportunity, which was very well taken by none other than Stephen. Shroud turned around way too late. The solid end of the nunchucks impacted against his left side of the neck. The force managed to cause himself to fall, although not on the flames. The flames were right at the length of 5 inches from where Shroud was now. It was fearfully close, and a searing sensation was felt from his neck. He was a "master" all right.
To make matters worse, Seifer had him carry that burden. Oh boy, it's a given. Shroud was in for the night of his life. He pushed himself up and readied Shakelmir. He held it with both hands, staring straight into Stephen's eyes. He jumped towards Seifer's location to make sure the easiest route isn't taken to harm the group. Shroud gripped the Shakelmir quite strongly. The searing pain by his neck was an example of what Stephen was capable of. He was tired, which meant that he wouldn't last very long. All he hoped was that he could get some help..quick.
After they left, which was more likely anyway, he'd spare a moment. "So, nunchuk master..You're the one behind all this?" Should Stephen had said yes, he'd perform a few more practice swings. He'd need a quick style for this. He'd have to be fluid with his slices. He couldn't be too powerful with them, but neither too slow. And they also have to lead to another blow. He needs a small amount of intervals between each blow. Regardless of Stephen's answer, though, he'd say "Well, we're stuck together for this while." With all that's happening right now, he might as well swim and bite."
To make matters worse, Seifer had him carry that burden. Oh boy, it's a given. Shroud was in for the night of his life. He pushed himself up and readied Shakelmir. He held it with both hands, staring straight into Stephen's eyes. He jumped towards Seifer's location to make sure the easiest route isn't taken to harm the group. Shroud gripped the Shakelmir quite strongly. The searing pain by his neck was an example of what Stephen was capable of. He was tired, which meant that he wouldn't last very long. All he hoped was that he could get some help..quick.
After they left, which was more likely anyway, he'd spare a moment. "So, nunchuk master..You're the one behind all this?" Should Stephen had said yes, he'd perform a few more practice swings. He'd need a quick style for this. He'd have to be fluid with his slices. He couldn't be too powerful with them, but neither too slow. And they also have to lead to another blow. He needs a small amount of intervals between each blow. Regardless of Stephen's answer, though, he'd say "Well, we're stuck together for this while." With all that's happening right now, he might as well swim and bite."