Looking for a fight (old member)
-
Dark Seraphim
- Member
- Posts: 431
- Joined: Wed Mar 11, 2009 12:46 am
-
Dark Seraphim
- Member
- Posts: 431
- Joined: Wed Mar 11, 2009 12:46 am
Every strike against his body brought a new wave of pain through him, as every piston-like slam brought about a new flash of explosion. The demonic entity knew that he did not act quickly he would be caught in a bad situation, and he was having far too much fun to allow something like that to happen. As the metallic assassin brought about his piston to strike again the behemoth lunges forward, and grabs his arm by the wrist. Before Metal Man can react to the sudden grapple, the demon's opposite claw latches onto his other forearm, forcing his limbs up.
It would seem they were once more caught at an impasse, each ready for the jugular, although the demon already knew what he was doing as he pulls back his upper body and with heavy force slams his head and heavy black horns into his opponent, driving him back. I apologize if you were not impressed by my flames, I will try harder this time.
Now with his arms free for the moment the beast spreads his hands as the hellfire around them convulses and seems to be pulled in, only this time in a new maneuver. The embers kiss and flicker over the demon's knuckles, as heat collects over his palms and fingers, building hotter, flames reaching higher, quickly not to miss the opportunity his brute strength had bought him.
He flexes his arms and clenches his fist, his hands now engulfed in his own hell flames, although they seem to only dance against his skin and don't burn him him as it did to your metallic armaments. He rushes forward, now its the beast's turn to punch, first smashing into your chest, feeling the flames explode against your body, only to then reform again back into a gauntlet around the demon's fist. The process repeats, again, and again taking great pleasure as every fist against your body sends another wave of explosive hellfire to spread against your skin, taking inspiration right from your own brutal techniques.
Faster and faster, much faster then you've own fists, even as pistons, has moves, until the demon suddenly pulls his fists up and interlocks his fingers, to bring the balled fists hammering down against you, the flames finally dissipating completely as they explode across your upper body. The demon wasn't finished yet though, wings spread like some sort of sacrilegious mosaic as he pulls back up, onyl to turn around, his thick, heavy moving like a club and slamming against your worn body and toppling you to the earth.
Wings now spread he takes to the air once more as his fists no longer streak with flames, but instead start to spread vapor, darkness dancing through his knuckles this time and over his fingers. After gaining a proper height he looks down at your body and feels the darkness solidify in his fists, as eight long, ebony needles seem to stretch out from the spaces between his fingers, four in each hand. He then launches his hands forward and sends them down, careening towards your body . . . only to have each one of them miss, every one simply striking the earth, embedded and sticking up but not a single one even nearing your body.
At first it would seem the demon had missed, but if Metal Man had looked up he could see the demon's demeanor had changed. Whereas he was acting to fast and brutal, he now seems cool and collected, his usually glowing red eyes now black as he stares down at his work. The needs flinch, then sink into the ground, before the very darkness that created them spreads and seeps into the surface his opponent was laying on.
The earth below the metallic fighter would lose its consistency, not like dirt, or even like mud, this was more like fluid tar, as he starts to seep over his opponent's limbs and drag him down. The more Metal Man would struggle or pull against it the deeper his bulk would sink, swallowing him up like quicksand. The demon looked down from his spot safely overhead, as within a few more moments his enemy's would be completely swallowed up by the island they were fighting on.
It would seem they were once more caught at an impasse, each ready for the jugular, although the demon already knew what he was doing as he pulls back his upper body and with heavy force slams his head and heavy black horns into his opponent, driving him back. I apologize if you were not impressed by my flames, I will try harder this time.
Now with his arms free for the moment the beast spreads his hands as the hellfire around them convulses and seems to be pulled in, only this time in a new maneuver. The embers kiss and flicker over the demon's knuckles, as heat collects over his palms and fingers, building hotter, flames reaching higher, quickly not to miss the opportunity his brute strength had bought him.
He flexes his arms and clenches his fist, his hands now engulfed in his own hell flames, although they seem to only dance against his skin and don't burn him him as it did to your metallic armaments. He rushes forward, now its the beast's turn to punch, first smashing into your chest, feeling the flames explode against your body, only to then reform again back into a gauntlet around the demon's fist. The process repeats, again, and again taking great pleasure as every fist against your body sends another wave of explosive hellfire to spread against your skin, taking inspiration right from your own brutal techniques.
Faster and faster, much faster then you've own fists, even as pistons, has moves, until the demon suddenly pulls his fists up and interlocks his fingers, to bring the balled fists hammering down against you, the flames finally dissipating completely as they explode across your upper body. The demon wasn't finished yet though, wings spread like some sort of sacrilegious mosaic as he pulls back up, onyl to turn around, his thick, heavy moving like a club and slamming against your worn body and toppling you to the earth.
Wings now spread he takes to the air once more as his fists no longer streak with flames, but instead start to spread vapor, darkness dancing through his knuckles this time and over his fingers. After gaining a proper height he looks down at your body and feels the darkness solidify in his fists, as eight long, ebony needles seem to stretch out from the spaces between his fingers, four in each hand. He then launches his hands forward and sends them down, careening towards your body . . . only to have each one of them miss, every one simply striking the earth, embedded and sticking up but not a single one even nearing your body.
At first it would seem the demon had missed, but if Metal Man had looked up he could see the demon's demeanor had changed. Whereas he was acting to fast and brutal, he now seems cool and collected, his usually glowing red eyes now black as he stares down at his work. The needs flinch, then sink into the ground, before the very darkness that created them spreads and seeps into the surface his opponent was laying on.
The earth below the metallic fighter would lose its consistency, not like dirt, or even like mud, this was more like fluid tar, as he starts to seep over his opponent's limbs and drag him down. The more Metal Man would struggle or pull against it the deeper his bulk would sink, swallowing him up like quicksand. The demon looked down from his spot safely overhead, as within a few more moments his enemy's would be completely swallowed up by the island they were fighting on.