The sky Was WZ's favorite place. The breeze, (A breeze that happened to be turbulence from high velocity flying) blowing against WZ's face, was a gentle reminder of how much ufn the place was. And, in this case, how deadly one became when facing an opponent. The Battle platform lay ahead, and on it stood the lone figure of his opponent. WZ was already going a good speed; he could hear the wind whistle by his ears. But as he approached, his outstreched angel wings folded inward, creating what looked like a glistening white human torpedo. The vernyae engines in his back spewed forth a shriek as he burst forward at a suicidal rate. All Demonoid vould see was the blaze of the vernyae fires and the red, glistening beam sabers outstretched before WZ like an arrowhead.
WZ was about to collide with his opponent when the axe was brought forth like a massive shield. WZ's sabers galnced off the flat of the axe. WZ veered off course, but had suceeded in throwing Demonoid backward. WZ slowed suddenly with the loss of his vernyae momentum, using his Wings like spoilers, slowing his fantastic charge. He hung in place for a mere moment, before he performed an aerial pirouet, landing lightly on his feet, wings at his side. He had turned to an already recovered opponent.
He's quick. Let's test how quick.
The mounted gatling cannons on WZ's shoulders opened fire without warning, and WZ grinned wickedly, his cobalt eyes alight with the heat of battle. As predicted, the Axe came up in a defensive position, and the bullets flew off it with nary a dint in the great weapon. WZ continue his hail of beam fire, but he made an odd move. He began to roll side ways, and as he did he rbougth his line of fire downward toward
Demonoid's ankles. The axe was twirled in an efficient manner, blocking the gunfire once again. However, WZ had suddenly shot forward, hovering just above the surface, beam sabers at the ready. With one foot, he pinned the axe to the ground, and he swiped his beam saber's downard at Demonoid's face. However, only one cut was made, because WZ had incorrectly judged how powerful a warrior his opponent was. The axe was heaved upward with a roar, and WZ went flying over the back. However, He hovered in the air, and shot out a hand to grab his opponent. Thinking it a physical attack, demonoid blocked. Unfortunately for demonoid, this was abad move.
Froma small compartment in the gundanium gauntlet can a small poison tipped needle. It sank deep into demonoid's skin. Demonoid nearly nearly bit through his lip as his arm felt like it had changed into a boiling inferno. He gamely held onto his axe though, and swung it around in a swiping motion. However, WZ had already disengaged and was five feet backward. He surveyed the small amount of damage he had done, through all that work. A bleeding cut across the right cheek and a very inflamed, painfully poisoned arm. Not much, WZ mused, but with all the things he had learned in but a few moments of battle, it was worth it.
OOC: SOrry if I ove rroleplayed a bit, I've never fought you to the extenet of my memory. So, The rust is coming off. Get ready for the heat to be turnedup. |