Post by Vio on Aug 10, 2016 13:36:17 GMT -5
“You don’t seem to grasp the full extent of my plan, Pluto,” Octavier replied, again nonchalant in his mannerisms despite the incoming assault from the now blade-bearing bat man. The shimmer of the air as the ‘Swarm’ technique travelled was mesmerising, to be sure, but even Scarlette Grimm-Rosa knew just how devastating an attack that could be to those caught in its path. After all, she too had developed the ability known as the Flying Slash – it was even deadlier when multiple of such vacuum blades cleaved their way through flesh.
Octavier sighed.
That’s… That’s impossible…? Utterly flabbergasted by what she was now bearing witness to, Scarlette felt her breath escape her lips in disbelief. Of all the forms of fighting she had witnessed, only a select few could really be considered utterly extraordinary, and even then this man’s capabilities were putting them to shame. It dawned on her, as the gentleman shifted into a rather loose boxing stance where he was leaned back, that Pluto’s previous barrage of gale force winds had done naught but kick up dust. This was the reason why.
“I don’t plan on starting a war, you fool! I don’t plan on conscription and dictatorship!” As he spoke, the Exorcist’s body blurred. In one instant, his gloved fist was at his side. In the next it was at full arm’s length and striking against the windy razors. A haze of motion, that same action repeated itself over and over within barely the blink of an eye; each punch shattered the Flying Slashes into nothing but faint ripples visible only in the swirls of fine dust. In the space of a mere second – if even that – Pluto’s attack was no more but a few light scratches on the surface of his opponent’s gloves.
The retort continued, though not before attempting to send the downed boy in black flying with a fierce kick: “My home was taken from me. My country swallowed whole by the power of one of the most powerful pirates to have ever sailed the seas. I will not let that happen again, do you understand? This isn’t an army to wage war with – this is an army to break war with!”“No more war,” Miss Grimm-Rosa uttered:
“That’d be nice… but what you’re doing won’t work!”
“I beg to differ!” Darting forth with speed, Octavier quickly closed the distance between himself and the gothic girl, towering above her once again. He was fast, for sure, but not that fast. The blinding speed of Pluto’s movements and the flurry of punches their adversary had unleashed were barely traceable, but the tall one’s movement was much more easily predicted. Raising one leg, allowing her crimson aura to envelop her shoe and condense around it, the Offspring Human threw her counteroffensive.
“Carmin Fusil!” The heel of her foot struck hard against her target’s stomach, his shirt still stained a glossy rose red from the fallen Homunculus’ death throes. Now, it was time to make use of the rest, but she needed to do so quickly. Even in reacting, Scarlette could feel her body and her target’s physical might contesting against one another – the membrane of Hypertension was that point of contention, pressure rising until the barrier eventually gave way. The result was not what she had wanted.“Uff…!”
“Pathetic,” Octavier whispered as he stood against the test of supernatural strength. His fist at the ready, just as it had been during his charge, he looked down at the fallen femme with a disappointed look in his eye. She glared back, wincing as the backlash of her power screamed in protest of misuse. Was he that much stronger? Was his balance and durability that much greater? Or, she considered, was she just weakened so much as to be barely capable of resisting such a blow? She could not be sure, but her mind settled on the latter as the most obvious explanation, for sake of comfort. Besides, the edges of her vision were darkening, telling her with subtlety that continuing this fight was pointless.
“Tackle!” she barked.
Finally, her Homunculi reacted, obeying the fresh command with no hesitation. As one, the scarlet sextuplets turned and rushed towards the behemoth that towered above their creator, bodies bouncing as they came. In unison, they tossed themselves blindly into the fray, following the arbitrary word of command with frightening understanding. The first and second found their mark, coiling their arms and legs about Octavier’s shins and calves, while the third and fourth aimed for his knees. Five and six, the farthest from the point of direction, simply tried to glue themselves to their brethren in a similar fashion.
“How cute, but I’m afraid puppies would have probably been more effective against me. Begone!” Stepping back with barely any sign of difficulty, the peculiar pugilist threw a sharp kick. The force of such a motion was enough to cast away two of the amaranth automatons, causing them to splatter as their bodies smashed into the wall. The third, still trying to cling to its captive’s boot, soon wound up being stamped upon. Even if Octavier’s fist had not been thrown at her, the downed damsel in distress’s body felt as if she had just been punched thrice in the gut.“Boss!”
Grimm-Rosa, somehow managing to remain conscious through sheer determination, strained her neck to look towards the chamber’s entrance. The voice that had called out was none other than Tweiss’, the fat and frog-mouth fool attempting to squeeze himself sideways through the brickwork doorframe. The look on his face was hard to discern – a childish mix of fright and confusion and perhaps a little cheer. Still, that was the least of Scarlette’s worries as Octavier prised the remaining Homunculi free of his leg and tossed them towards the ceiling.
“Ah, Tweiss, I – would you excuse me for a moment?” the boss quizzed.
“Of course!” the fat one replied, now having fully entered the room and holding in one hand the neck of a brown potato sack. Whatever was inside it seemed to writhe and squirm in protest, not at all unlike the reaper woman herself as yet another battery of internal agony wracked her body. The descending dolls found themselves ruptured by a second flurry of punches, Octavier striking with enough force to split their membranes wide open in an instant. Red painted the air and spilled itself across the tiles, the owner of such crimson finding herself nauseous and nigh incapable of movement. Pluto couldn’t be much better off, could he…?{OOC}hether or not you want Octavier's kick to land is up to you, but I feel Pluto doesn't have much left in him, much as Scarlette. Also, feel free to NPC Octavier and Tweiss if needed (it'll probably be smoother if you do?). If you need some ideas on how they'd respond or act, just ask!
Starring…
Scarlette Grimm-Rosa (990000)
Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Ben (abcdef)
Clara (ff99ff)
Tweiss (ba3b3e)
Octavier (9999ff)
Old James (101010)
Skinny Brother (#7) (ad5a00)
Rotund Brother (#9) (00a5da)
Hexton (#2) (003300)
Quattro (#1) (e62f2f)
Brutish Brawler (#17) (440022)
Percentage Businessman (#19) (00ff55)
Nero Trojan (999900)
Blond Fighter (#24) (d5cf56)
Savage Warrior (#12) (633e09)
Kite (#10) (0ae7ab)
Doctor Cyfer (d5ff95)
[/ul][/spoiler][/font][/sup][/blockquote][/div][/div][/div]Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Ben (abcdef)
Clara (ff99ff)
Tweiss (ba3b3e)
Octavier (9999ff)
Old James (101010)
Skinny Brother (#7) (ad5a00)
Rotund Brother (#9) (00a5da)
Hexton (#2) (003300)
Quattro (#1) (e62f2f)
Brutish Brawler (#17) (440022)
Percentage Businessman (#19) (00ff55)
Nero Trojan (999900)
Blond Fighter (#24) (d5cf56)
Savage Warrior (#12) (633e09)
Kite (#10) (0ae7ab)
Doctor Cyfer (d5ff95)