Post by Tsin on May 10, 2011 22:07:16 GMT -5
Blanc, poor poor Blanc, standing atop his balcony in a position of relative safety. The wealthy owner of the mansion had little to say and even less to do for the majority of the conflict. He simply observed, sometimes with terror and other times with amusement, as the three men played out their battle in grand expanse of his foyer, the very future of his financial security riding on who was left standing at the end. At present time however, Blanc seemed much more attentive than usual, slamming his balled up fists on the railing and shouting indignantly in the direction of shattering decor. "Stop that this instant! Rojo! ROJO! GET UP HERE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!"
The livid landowner's cries were futile though, as Jun continued about his business and Rojo remained nowhere to be found. Even the ever-so-deadly mercenary on the ground, usually at the very beck-and-whim of his employer, seemed completely engrossed with the current issue at hand... That is to say, Gavin.
Noir skid to a stop upon the heels of his dress shoes, slamming both his weapons into the ground to steady himself in this time of weakness. Keeping up any level of speed at all was becoming more and more tasking by the second, forcing him to apply himself in these intermitten sprinting bursts rather than long leisurely dashes as he had done earlier. And the hunter hated it, especially with the opposing musician beating a perfectly timed retreat for the purpose of... a pleasant song.
The half-suited man was not dumb; this maneuver was something he had seen before and his surprise at the opposing pair's suddenly explosive speed was still fresh in his mind. He was in a downtime though, one of the troughs of his energy wavelength, and it took no small amount of his mind screaming at his legs and his legs shrieking back in pain at his mind to even achieve enough force to push himself forward by a few inches. But a few inches become a few more, and then the feet and yards quickly blur past as the bounty hunter, eyes set upon his target like a bird of prey.
"Slash!"
A scythe of fluid fell from the sky as if faling from the hand's of Death himself, impacting against and actually cutting through the solid marble floor. Noir sprang backwards at the last possible moment, droplets of the liquid blade spattering against his face and clothes. They did no harm to him in anyway, but Jun still seemed vaguely satisfied as descended from the sky with a single flip, landing in a crouch. That expression combined with the strange smell from whatever crap was currently on him... 'These damn guys...!' It was enough to drive anybody into a rage.
The hunter sprinted forwards at a speed that would impress even himself given the circumstances, slamming a heel into the ground and twirling about once, both weapons held low to either bludgeon, cut, or sear the writer into submission. All three at once, if Noir had any say about it. Jun seemed more than prepared for a counterattack however, rising up from his kneel and launching himself into the air, club and blade clashing against his polearm in a near-miss though curiously lighting the spearhead ablaze at the same time. And then, before he could even land on the other side of the enemy...
"Musician's Accelerando."
Gavin had returned to the conflict, tearing across the stone expanse as fast as his heart and flimsy sandals would possibly allow. He hammered out a pincer attack, so quickly it seemed like both swings had come at the same time, squeezing Noir in the middle as his sword and sheath came up on either side to defend. The pressure had immobolized the man who was typically a speed demon any other moment though; just enough time for the bard to leap up and away.
On the otherside, Jun swung his whole body around and let the momentum of his form fuel the spin of his blade. As all things full of mass do, it took a bit of a second to work up some speed but once that inertia was going around, the little gap in his Fountain Glaive singing like a banshee in the passing wind, it was sure as hell not gonna stop. The lancer leapt up and away from the mutual enemy as Gavin had, surrounding Noir at the center of a V shape; heroes at the top and the villain at the bottom.
"Red Composition..." "Inferno Lance..." "Tremolo Salvo!" "Barrage!"
To call the combined assault a storm would be to do it an injustice. It was no crossfire either, as the scribe and the musician had focused the entirety of their tempest upon the poor bounty hunter in the middle. Despite that however, Noir was definitely caught in it, whatever monstrous fury or hellish squall could properly describe it. From one side, a thousand blasts of pressurized air ripped through its chosen medium like bullets and forcefully pounded themselves sometimes in, sometimes through the victim at the target point. From the other, an infinite stream of perfect beads spiraled down like rifle rounds, every single one lit ablaze and bursting into flames upon their incredible impact.
And there in the middle... It would be a blizzard if it weren't on fire, it would be a cannonade if it weren't so loud. Whatever it was, Noir suffered through it all.
... Somehow managed to remain standing through the entire thing as well, Jun couldn't help but notice as he touched down from the skies, driving his spear into marble to extinguish it. His expression was touched of disbelief. "I don't believe this... Still standing?!"
Noir let out an enormous guffaw at the sound of the scribe's disbelief too, throwing his head back and laughing to nobody, or perhaps everybody. It looked like the force of even that simple action caused the beaten man to lose his balance though, tipping backwards slowly but inevitably until falling flat onto his back, the pulse of wind created extinguishing some of the inferno surrounding him. "Sweeper... This smelly shit is lamp oil isn't it? ... God dammit if you two aren't a pair of cunning bastards!" He laughed again, seemingly unbothered by the flames licking at his body. "Alright, alright... You two... You got me beat. F*ck! It was fun though, right? I had fun."
Jun collapsed at the admission of defeat and his victory, leaning against his weapon of choice and breathing more than one sigh of relief. "Not sure if I would use the word 'fun' when I write about it later..." The writer looked around the broken foyer with the conflict finally at its end, a shattered image of the picturesque beauty it was just before this whole business about a sword. The flames in the center of the room danced joyously in tune with the ones at its edges, started when the scribe had gone around breaking the lamps for their bounty of ammo earlier... And he just noticed that they were spreading. Slowly, as marble isn't really that flammable, but still the blaze was expanding as fire will always eventually, unstoppably, find a way. Even the immediate danger of that was pushed out of his mind by something else though. "Wait, Dayton! I forgot all about him in all the excitement-"
"So it wasn't fun but it was exciting?!"
"Aren't you supposed to pass out or something... Gavin! Where's Dayton?!"
The livid landowner's cries were futile though, as Jun continued about his business and Rojo remained nowhere to be found. Even the ever-so-deadly mercenary on the ground, usually at the very beck-and-whim of his employer, seemed completely engrossed with the current issue at hand... That is to say, Gavin.
Noir skid to a stop upon the heels of his dress shoes, slamming both his weapons into the ground to steady himself in this time of weakness. Keeping up any level of speed at all was becoming more and more tasking by the second, forcing him to apply himself in these intermitten sprinting bursts rather than long leisurely dashes as he had done earlier. And the hunter hated it, especially with the opposing musician beating a perfectly timed retreat for the purpose of... a pleasant song.
The half-suited man was not dumb; this maneuver was something he had seen before and his surprise at the opposing pair's suddenly explosive speed was still fresh in his mind. He was in a downtime though, one of the troughs of his energy wavelength, and it took no small amount of his mind screaming at his legs and his legs shrieking back in pain at his mind to even achieve enough force to push himself forward by a few inches. But a few inches become a few more, and then the feet and yards quickly blur past as the bounty hunter, eyes set upon his target like a bird of prey.
"Slash!"
A scythe of fluid fell from the sky as if faling from the hand's of Death himself, impacting against and actually cutting through the solid marble floor. Noir sprang backwards at the last possible moment, droplets of the liquid blade spattering against his face and clothes. They did no harm to him in anyway, but Jun still seemed vaguely satisfied as descended from the sky with a single flip, landing in a crouch. That expression combined with the strange smell from whatever crap was currently on him... 'These damn guys...!' It was enough to drive anybody into a rage.
The hunter sprinted forwards at a speed that would impress even himself given the circumstances, slamming a heel into the ground and twirling about once, both weapons held low to either bludgeon, cut, or sear the writer into submission. All three at once, if Noir had any say about it. Jun seemed more than prepared for a counterattack however, rising up from his kneel and launching himself into the air, club and blade clashing against his polearm in a near-miss though curiously lighting the spearhead ablaze at the same time. And then, before he could even land on the other side of the enemy...
"Musician's Accelerando."
Gavin had returned to the conflict, tearing across the stone expanse as fast as his heart and flimsy sandals would possibly allow. He hammered out a pincer attack, so quickly it seemed like both swings had come at the same time, squeezing Noir in the middle as his sword and sheath came up on either side to defend. The pressure had immobolized the man who was typically a speed demon any other moment though; just enough time for the bard to leap up and away.
On the otherside, Jun swung his whole body around and let the momentum of his form fuel the spin of his blade. As all things full of mass do, it took a bit of a second to work up some speed but once that inertia was going around, the little gap in his Fountain Glaive singing like a banshee in the passing wind, it was sure as hell not gonna stop. The lancer leapt up and away from the mutual enemy as Gavin had, surrounding Noir at the center of a V shape; heroes at the top and the villain at the bottom.
"Red Composition..." "Inferno Lance..." "Tremolo Salvo!" "Barrage!"
To call the combined assault a storm would be to do it an injustice. It was no crossfire either, as the scribe and the musician had focused the entirety of their tempest upon the poor bounty hunter in the middle. Despite that however, Noir was definitely caught in it, whatever monstrous fury or hellish squall could properly describe it. From one side, a thousand blasts of pressurized air ripped through its chosen medium like bullets and forcefully pounded themselves sometimes in, sometimes through the victim at the target point. From the other, an infinite stream of perfect beads spiraled down like rifle rounds, every single one lit ablaze and bursting into flames upon their incredible impact.
And there in the middle... It would be a blizzard if it weren't on fire, it would be a cannonade if it weren't so loud. Whatever it was, Noir suffered through it all.
... Somehow managed to remain standing through the entire thing as well, Jun couldn't help but notice as he touched down from the skies, driving his spear into marble to extinguish it. His expression was touched of disbelief. "I don't believe this... Still standing?!"
Noir let out an enormous guffaw at the sound of the scribe's disbelief too, throwing his head back and laughing to nobody, or perhaps everybody. It looked like the force of even that simple action caused the beaten man to lose his balance though, tipping backwards slowly but inevitably until falling flat onto his back, the pulse of wind created extinguishing some of the inferno surrounding him. "Sweeper... This smelly shit is lamp oil isn't it? ... God dammit if you two aren't a pair of cunning bastards!" He laughed again, seemingly unbothered by the flames licking at his body. "Alright, alright... You two... You got me beat. F*ck! It was fun though, right? I had fun."
Jun collapsed at the admission of defeat and his victory, leaning against his weapon of choice and breathing more than one sigh of relief. "Not sure if I would use the word 'fun' when I write about it later..." The writer looked around the broken foyer with the conflict finally at its end, a shattered image of the picturesque beauty it was just before this whole business about a sword. The flames in the center of the room danced joyously in tune with the ones at its edges, started when the scribe had gone around breaking the lamps for their bounty of ammo earlier... And he just noticed that they were spreading. Slowly, as marble isn't really that flammable, but still the blaze was expanding as fire will always eventually, unstoppably, find a way. Even the immediate danger of that was pushed out of his mind by something else though. "Wait, Dayton! I forgot all about him in all the excitement-"
"So it wasn't fun but it was exciting?!"
"Aren't you supposed to pass out or something... Gavin! Where's Dayton?!"