Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
09-13-2010, 10:50 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MrGuy.
The pirate nimbly detached the jetpack, pointing its thrusters directly at Syvex. The lizard, somewhat unexpectedly, winced rather than grinning. "Pity. I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with you again. Ah, well. Go ahead, end me."
Blackmask responded with a concealed cocked eyebrow and a particularly rude gesture. "What kind of pathetic lubber are you that y'r giving up the ghost already? There ain't no challenge in offing a pathetic little newt like you!" The pirate kicked him, causing him to frown slightly. "Get up, y'bloody barometer-tilter!" Syvex simply continued to stay put, vexing Blackmask to no end, resulting in a fierce pistol-whipping. "What's so difficult about this, you fool? Y'got the Dutchies just 'cause of a wee injury?" At this, the pirate stopped attacking and sighed. "I'd spit atcha if I didn't have to take this thing off to do so", tapping the mask, "but even my saliva y'don't deserve. Lettin' you live's far more punishment then handin' you over to hell." The pirate leaned against a wall. "Now stop bein' such a bloody idiot and leave while you can, 'fore I change my mind. You can leave the Core where you stand."
Syvex frowned. He wasn't going to take this abuse. "Right, then. You want a fight, you'll get one." He lashed out at Blackmask's ankle, biting it. The pirate chuckled and responded with a kick at his leg and a blast from the jetpack inches away from him. If his biology supported sweating, he would have, but as it stood he simply kept doing his best to gnaw on the pirate's leg, until-- after receiving a powerful uppercut and a direct blast from the backpack-- he gave up the ghost again and collapsed.
Blackmask paused. The pitiful thing didn't deserve death one way or another. It'd be much more satisfying to kill an opponent in a more battle-ready state, and besides, a pirate couldn't exactly live up to a "robin hood" reputation if they killed someone who was practically defenseless, could they? So, after kneeling down and picking up the Core from his hand, Blackmask fed a spare bauble into it, then tossed the Core back just quickly enough for the energy to transfer to the lizard instead. The pirate snapped off a salute and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to recover.
The pirate nimbly detached the jetpack, pointing its thrusters directly at Syvex. The lizard, somewhat unexpectedly, winced rather than grinning. "Pity. I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with you again. Ah, well. Go ahead, end me."
Blackmask responded with a concealed cocked eyebrow and a particularly rude gesture. "What kind of pathetic lubber are you that y'r giving up the ghost already? There ain't no challenge in offing a pathetic little newt like you!" The pirate kicked him, causing him to frown slightly. "Get up, y'bloody barometer-tilter!" Syvex simply continued to stay put, vexing Blackmask to no end, resulting in a fierce pistol-whipping. "What's so difficult about this, you fool? Y'got the Dutchies just 'cause of a wee injury?" At this, the pirate stopped attacking and sighed. "I'd spit atcha if I didn't have to take this thing off to do so", tapping the mask, "but even my saliva y'don't deserve. Lettin' you live's far more punishment then handin' you over to hell." The pirate leaned against a wall. "Now stop bein' such a bloody idiot and leave while you can, 'fore I change my mind. You can leave the Core where you stand."
Syvex frowned. He wasn't going to take this abuse. "Right, then. You want a fight, you'll get one." He lashed out at Blackmask's ankle, biting it. The pirate chuckled and responded with a kick at his leg and a blast from the jetpack inches away from him. If his biology supported sweating, he would have, but as it stood he simply kept doing his best to gnaw on the pirate's leg, until-- after receiving a powerful uppercut and a direct blast from the backpack-- he gave up the ghost again and collapsed.
Blackmask paused. The pitiful thing didn't deserve death one way or another. It'd be much more satisfying to kill an opponent in a more battle-ready state, and besides, a pirate couldn't exactly live up to a "robin hood" reputation if they killed someone who was practically defenseless, could they? So, after kneeling down and picking up the Core from his hand, Blackmask fed a spare bauble into it, then tossed the Core back just quickly enough for the energy to transfer to the lizard instead. The pirate snapped off a salute and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to recover.