Post by Raab on Nov 25, 2012 11:17:01 GMT -5
"WAY TO SOCK 'IM, GREEN-HAAEHHH!?"[/b][/color]"[/center][/size]
Against all odds, the young Resinbarian had actually contributed something to the battle, even if he had been served up as nothing more than a distraction. Little did the naive navigator know, however, that he would have to do a lot more distracting if was going to make it out of this tussle in the tumbleweeds alive. Nolan's face had lit up as his compatriot's fist careened into the fishbro's face, forcibly contorting it in the most interesting of ways. However, that look of sheer happiness swiftly changed to a look of unmitigated terror as he watched his amigo's body fall down from their coliseum of cattle. Try as he might, he couldn't make out what exactly happened to his emerald avenger; lucky for him, he was about to find out.
"G-get off of me, little bro!"
The incapacitated fishman clawed at his back, trying desperately to rip the more-frightened-by-the-second Nolan from round his neck. The naive navigator held on for dear life, ducking and dodging each swipe of the webbed-fingered assault. Nolan noticed, however, that the Typhoon brother had lost most of his solid footing, his feet barely making the backs of the bovine battlefield. One misstep and the pair would be sent tumbling down to the hoof-stomped desert floor below. Attempting to guide his fishy-steed's movement, Nolan tugged on his scarf in such a way that the Fishbro would remain atop the stampede-surf.
"He-...qu-...quit that, broowhoah!?"
Nolan had finally been overcome by the Typhoon Brother's fishy strength, which unfortunately caused him to step in a pidgeon-hole sized gap between the backs of their cattle crash. Nolan winced as he felt the entirety of their weight slip out from under themselves. Nolan's eyes shut like a steel trap, his hands becoming vice grips as he white-knuckled the ends of his most prized scarf. The only thought that managed to run through the mind of poor Mr. Ward seemed to be something along the lines of...
Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit!
With every passing moment, the dust-laden ground below grew closer and closer, enticing the most beautiful chorus of screams from the Typhoon Brother Banz and the young navigator."GAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!", bro!!!
"GAAAAAAHHHHHH
Thumpcrcrashboomcrashcrshhhhhh...
The two would-be warriors came tumbling down from the stampede, grinding to a halt amidst a massive cloud of desert dust. Both Nolan and his fishy adversary laid in an unconscious hump, birds fluttering above star-struck eyes. It took a solid minute for the Resinbarian and the fishbro to come to, each staggering to their feet as if in a drunken stupor. Each combatant seemed to mimic the other, bending over and heaving in a near identical fashion. A few moment's into the synchronized recuperation, each noticed the other's movements, and immediately confronted the other about this untimely child's play.
"What're you doin'?!"
"What are you doing, bro?!"
"Stop copyin' me!"
"Stop copying me, bro!"
"Are you serious?!"
"Are you serious, bro?!"
"That's it!"
"That's it, bro!"
The fishbro and Nolan tore towards each other, arms raised, poised for combat. It wasn't until he was about a foot or two away from his fishman adversary that Nolan realized just exactly what it was he was about to get himself into. Quickly rethinking his decision, Nolan tucked and rolled, diving right under the fishman's massive legs while the monstrous opponent swiped at empty space. Seriously underestimating his large opponents capacity for speed and dexterity, Nolan barely ducked beneath Banz's follow up kick, coming so close to the fishman's leg that he could make out the veins pulsing through his scaly limb. Noticing that he was way in over his head, Nolan grabbed his scarf from round his neck and began to wield it in much the safe fashion as before, bracing himself for the next onslaught.
"You're pretty squirrely, bro."
The Typhoon Brother took another couple of swings at Nolan, this time the navigator shrugging them off with the flat end of his scarf in a most dextrous manner. This gave Nolan a sort of misguided confidence, causing a heroic flame to erupt in the pit of his stomach. Over the course of the next minute, Nolan began surveying his opponent's movements, noticing a distinct pattern in his flurry of kicks and punches. There was an opening, right at the end of his combo where Nolan could deal a strategic and decisive blow. All he had to do was time it...just...right!
"Riptide!"
As Banz ended his fishman combo and reset his footing, Nolan whipped his scarf at the fishbro's foot, lassoing the sucker's foot with inhuman precision. Snickering at his calculated countermeasure, Nolan continued to pull on his scarf with all his might. Nolan had done it; he would win!
"Gotcha' now, you little bu-...!?"
"..., bro."
The one thing Nolan failed to calculate, however, was the Typhoon Brother's immense size and weight. There was absolutely no way that the scrawny Nolan was going to rip out the large, muscular Banz's legs from under him.
"Oh, shi-"
THUMP!
With one fishman-strengthed slap, Nolan was sent flying through the air, his face insanely bruised and bloodied from that single blow. What seemed to be even more coincidental, however, was that Nolan found himself sailing towards a comrade, his knight in shining green hair.
"Greeeeuuuhn-haaaiiiurr~..."[/blockquote]