A streak of light shot from the sky into the ground, right as he jumped out of the way. He ducked and rolled as another shot out from right where he was standing.
"Fucken starfire." he muttered to himself. As he saw the Mendico bastard muttering up another spell. He felt the air around him tighten. A combustion.... He put a shield up right away, hoping it would take most of the impact. It barely got up in time, letting some of the fire come in. Too close....
He let too much time stall. The caster was already upon his next spell. His heightend sense of hearing caught a word that sounded like a cognate for push. He didn't have to second guess what was going to happen next. But this time he was going on the offensive. He summoned the energy surrounding him from the last attacks and braced himself. The wall of energy rushed towards him, ready to push him, probably into another spell, and into a never ending combo of pain. Not exactly something he was looking forward to. Instead he would turn it right back on him. There was a combo he had been able to complete in meditation, and here was a good chance to use it in the 'real world'.
His timing was perfect. As the energy came, he put his arms out, stopped it, sepperated it, let it linger in his hands, and pushed off against it, sending him flying towards his opponent. The caster had no time to react, as he was already saying his next spell, so when his face was punched towards the ground, he could do nothing. The next part of the combo was a knee to the stomach, which was easy as his body was already in the position to do so, the whole reason for the punch. As his knee left the boy's stomach, he quickly replaced it with his fist, using his legs and arms to lift him off the ground with a powerful uppercut. Rather then let it end and allow his opponent to fall to the ground, he decided he would be gracious, and lend a hand. He grabbed the boy's arm, swung him around once and lavishly threw him towards the earth, sending energy beams to help guide his way, even if just a few happened to hit him square in the body and face.
He slowly allowed gravity to control him again, landing with grace. He cracked his knuckles, and let out a big yawn, stretching as he did.
"Josh must be wondering where I went. Either that, or he has his own hands full. Either way, I'm sure he'll be elated to see me. Isn't that right, tough guy?"
He looked over at the mess of a person that was not too long ago as arrogant as he was. It merely sat up, groaned, and collapsed back onto the floor.
"Haha, that's right. Sleep well, kid. You've a message to send back."
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fine I read the whole thing. Are you happy? a complete waste of time. And don't give me any of that "I don't write so other people can read it, I just want to get a million words out" bull crap, because I am literally debating whether to stop following your posts. I read because I care about what happens to that person or there ideas, not what happens to a fictitious character with no connections to me.
ReplyDeleteThen I guess you just dont get it. Go ahead and stop following mine. I don't care. I'll still read yours, as some times it can be amusing. But to be frank, my life is boring. And so is yours. And everyone else here. So, I don't talk about my day. I talk about part of a day I wish I had.
ReplyDeleteWhen you read, you're supposed to make a connection with the characters. Either I'm not able to put that through, or you just don't like reading. I really hope its the former, for your sake.
And if you are following for their 'ideas', well, thats what these are. My ideas.
So, did you losers know I can do backflips?
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