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Re: Insanity - CHAPTER 4
Coughing a bit Jack pushed himself up, the ends of his cloak were splintering with embers and the symbol emblazoned on it was a bit singed, but it had served as a pretty affective fireguard for the short time he'd be under the flaming puppet.
He looked around just in time to see Asmo flourish his blades, a group of wires around his legs fraying and dissipating as he moved to strike the woman who had been controlling them. Tegan was fast though and it looked to Porg as though she had dodged Asmodeus' attack.
"Hey Asmo!" Jack called out, his voice travelling unnaturally across the battlefield, carried by the force of the young man's SoulArts. As the angel turned around and advanced on him Jack spoke "Don't attack me too fast Asmo, you know there's always some stupid dialogue before the fight, cliches right?" He said, brushing himself down, wincing a little as he applied a cure spell to his wound to stop the bleeding.
"Let's do this right." He said, his Soulblade materialising in his outstretched hand.
"With that toy of a weapon!?" Asmodeus scoffed advancing still, swirling his swords, in a threatening flourish.
Porg looked to his weapon, nodding his head slightly. "Yeah it's a bit out of place isn't it." he agreed, the sword dissipating in a shower of sparks. "How about this then? Jack held out his left hand in a loose fist, and placed his right next to it, a handle forming in his grip he pulled his right hand out, his left mimicking a sheathe as he drew a new blade in the air.
"Enough!" Asmo shouted, finally getting fed up of the younger man's attitude "You pathetic runt, you have yet to comprehend what it means to be a Hero!" He cried as he beat his wings, rushing forwards.
The twin blades were brought down and impacted with the new-look Soulblade. Jack leaned towards the angel as they stood locked "You're wrong Asmo! Maybe I was like that once. But these people here, they helped me realise that trying to be a Hero is a fools errand!" A wild fire seemed to be burning in his eyes as he shouted at that angel "And I'm just gonna stop you right now, for no reason other than to protect them!"
There was a brief break from the lock and a complicated manoeuvre was performed by both warriors which resulted in Porg leaning backwards and kicking Asmodeus hard, sending him soaring into the now-clear air. Jack twisted around and kicked off the ground, chasing the rising angel. Great black wings unfurled and Asmo stopped his ascent, Porg crashing into him sending them both further upwards in a flurry of blades.
They locked again, Jack stood against Asmo's chest as his Soulblade was held against one blade and his knife against the other. His arms shook as his strength gave way however and he was forced to kick away from the angel. he twirled midair and sent a ball of flame at the angel who was struck in the chest and took a moment to recover from the superficial blow. this moment however meant Porg was back on top of his blades locked once again, but this time in the sky.
"Oh yeah and while I remember Asmo. You're wrong about people's stories! Everyone's story is their own! you're the only one Arrogant enough to think you have the right to control other people's!" As he finished speaking he pushed his blades forwards and out, the force punctuated with an unseen power which sent the angel crashing back to the ground, the rocks and earth shattering and sharding upwards with the impact.
Within moments the fluctuating gravity of Insanity which had allowed the wingless Porg to remain airborne for so long pulled him down. He used the momentum to execute a downwards punch, slamming his fist into the prone angel with a force which shock-waved out of the crater, shattering more of the rocks. Jack panted a little as he held his position, kneeling on Asmodeus.
His hand was loosely around the angel's neck, but one of Asmodeus' legendary swords jutted upwards, through Jack's left arm. Thick crimson ran down the edge of the blade as he looked down at the angels, for the first time really looking at the new hair and eyes. "Y-you're not really Asmodeus.." He panted, a slight fear showing itself in his eyes. "Wh-what!?"
The angel however only smirked, an expression that was worryingly familiar to Jack, dealing out a vicious gut-punch that send the younger man flying. Porg landed, in a heap near Obskeree, pushing himself back up to his feet and holding at his fresh arm wound, wincing as the pain that had subsided from the rush of adrenaline and Soularts returned in his side and arm.
[Porg gets Asmo's attention and after changing his Soulblade to something a little more awesome, takes him on one on one. Fighty Fighty Porg notices Asmo's not quite himself but gets stabbed in the arm and punched away.]
Coughing a bit Jack pushed himself up, the ends of his cloak were splintering with embers and the symbol emblazoned on it was a bit singed, but it had served as a pretty affective fireguard for the short time he'd be under the flaming puppet.
He looked around just in time to see Asmo flourish his blades, a group of wires around his legs fraying and dissipating as he moved to strike the woman who had been controlling them. Tegan was fast though and it looked to Porg as though she had dodged Asmodeus' attack.
"Hey Asmo!" Jack called out, his voice travelling unnaturally across the battlefield, carried by the force of the young man's SoulArts. As the angel turned around and advanced on him Jack spoke "Don't attack me too fast Asmo, you know there's always some stupid dialogue before the fight, cliches right?" He said, brushing himself down, wincing a little as he applied a cure spell to his wound to stop the bleeding.
"Let's do this right." He said, his Soulblade materialising in his outstretched hand.
"With that toy of a weapon!?" Asmodeus scoffed advancing still, swirling his swords, in a threatening flourish.
Porg looked to his weapon, nodding his head slightly. "Yeah it's a bit out of place isn't it." he agreed, the sword dissipating in a shower of sparks. "How about this then? Jack held out his left hand in a loose fist, and placed his right next to it, a handle forming in his grip he pulled his right hand out, his left mimicking a sheathe as he drew a new blade in the air.
"Enough!" Asmo shouted, finally getting fed up of the younger man's attitude "You pathetic runt, you have yet to comprehend what it means to be a Hero!" He cried as he beat his wings, rushing forwards.
The twin blades were brought down and impacted with the new-look Soulblade. Jack leaned towards the angel as they stood locked "You're wrong Asmo! Maybe I was like that once. But these people here, they helped me realise that trying to be a Hero is a fools errand!" A wild fire seemed to be burning in his eyes as he shouted at that angel "And I'm just gonna stop you right now, for no reason other than to protect them!"
There was a brief break from the lock and a complicated manoeuvre was performed by both warriors which resulted in Porg leaning backwards and kicking Asmodeus hard, sending him soaring into the now-clear air. Jack twisted around and kicked off the ground, chasing the rising angel. Great black wings unfurled and Asmo stopped his ascent, Porg crashing into him sending them both further upwards in a flurry of blades.
They locked again, Jack stood against Asmo's chest as his Soulblade was held against one blade and his knife against the other. His arms shook as his strength gave way however and he was forced to kick away from the angel. he twirled midair and sent a ball of flame at the angel who was struck in the chest and took a moment to recover from the superficial blow. this moment however meant Porg was back on top of his blades locked once again, but this time in the sky.
"Oh yeah and while I remember Asmo. You're wrong about people's stories! Everyone's story is their own! you're the only one Arrogant enough to think you have the right to control other people's!" As he finished speaking he pushed his blades forwards and out, the force punctuated with an unseen power which sent the angel crashing back to the ground, the rocks and earth shattering and sharding upwards with the impact.
Within moments the fluctuating gravity of Insanity which had allowed the wingless Porg to remain airborne for so long pulled him down. He used the momentum to execute a downwards punch, slamming his fist into the prone angel with a force which shock-waved out of the crater, shattering more of the rocks. Jack panted a little as he held his position, kneeling on Asmodeus.
His hand was loosely around the angel's neck, but one of Asmodeus' legendary swords jutted upwards, through Jack's left arm. Thick crimson ran down the edge of the blade as he looked down at the angels, for the first time really looking at the new hair and eyes. "Y-you're not really Asmodeus.." He panted, a slight fear showing itself in his eyes. "Wh-what!?"
The angel however only smirked, an expression that was worryingly familiar to Jack, dealing out a vicious gut-punch that send the younger man flying. Porg landed, in a heap near Obskeree, pushing himself back up to his feet and holding at his fresh arm wound, wincing as the pain that had subsided from the rush of adrenaline and Soularts returned in his side and arm.
[Porg gets Asmo's attention and after changing his Soulblade to something a little more awesome, takes him on one on one. Fighty Fighty Porg notices Asmo's not quite himself but gets stabbed in the arm and punched away.]