[poor fool. did he never get training to deal with hordes of enemies all at once? too many issues to take care of. too many risks and dangers. wasn't forced to fight waves of flesh-clawing beasts until his muscles screamed and his blood stained the ground from one bodily gouge after another. only to look up and find his eyes filling with the visage of something far stronger, far worse, approaching before his exhaustion had a single chance for addressing. a crash of blades, metal grits to metal, sparks fly below his leering face. that damn gravelly voice mocking him for not being strong enough. how the hell could he be strong enough after he fought through a goddamn army!? without a break, without respite?! lying on the floor, gagging on his own blood as pain began fading into sweet numbness, barely able to feel his own flesh ripping. nah, he doesn't care one iota of whether or not this brat's able to handle everything. it's far more entertaining to watch him fail.
oddly, frustratingly, he feels no surge of panic exuding from this clear-eyed person. not the fright of a hero despairing over a multitude of suffering victims. not the anger of some misplaced sense of justice over how "wrong" such an assault is. not even annoyance at the unfairness. irritation needles under his skin and prickles at his nape. a weak heart or a closed one?
how did he... suddenly gone.] Hm? [where- oh, there he is, at the bar. picking the single victim first before his body and bar went up in flames. flames veer to the side and up, all three suddenly changing course and detonating well away from their target. a force field? likely. even taking the time to help the man up an on his way.] That's one. [fingers curl, a hand bobs, gesturing in general callousness towards the chaos behind them. more of those unversed ramming into other guests, picking on the weaker ones when stronger begin fighting back. someone's attacking the rampaging brute it seems... guess this guy's not the only strong one entombed in this place. one of jellyfish-like unversed spurts into darkness, which only rushes in a sinewy blur back into his body. absorbing, pulsing, laying another spike of strength inside his muscles and core. meeting those aqua-glass eyes, he deliberately summon two more unversed, replacing-- doubling --the one so recently vanquished.]
You got a mouth on you. Sure this is the time for telling jokes? [both jellyshades squirm and bloom before soaring towards the man fleeing, intent on rendering this would-be-hero's efforts meaningless.] Better hurry up and kill me. I'm getting impatient.
[hurry up gojou does. his cocky stance shifts, blade dropping slightly and hand falling a bit as blue light blooms into existence. there's a lot of power collecting in the man's hands. something scrapes, he feels the tapestry of his waistcloth drag forward against the back of his thighs. gravity? or magnetism? plastic meets metal in a harsh clank, a chip bounces off the back of his helm, and sails towards gojou's azure ball. compressing, pushing, deepening. his head pivots on his neck, momentarily startled to find the air a swirling mess of debris and his unversed. only his unversed. this bastard's somehow managed to prevent the people from being caught up in his own vortex! flood, jellyshades, even the bruiser. he instantly seeks out other guests, grunting in vexation as their bodies scramble through the doorways. they're escaping.] You bastard...
[swelling power roars and he whips forward once more, dropping into a prepared stance as this pest shoves the entire burgeoning black hole towards him. legs brace and he shoves backwards from the floor, one hand behind him, his keyblade in front to fend off the approaching swirl. flames burst into being on his keyblade's tip and fire out, far more testing than defensive. it's fast. too fast. swallowing his unversed and debris, flames vanishing inside. he's seriously trying to crush him in the gravity!] You wish!
[convergence and burst! blue light buries in on itself, pulverizing it all into nothing. whatever pieces hadn't yet made it to the center clatter to the ground as soon as the energy dies away. unless he plans to absorb the entire room into his attack.
only for a faint breath preceding a circle of darkness and a lance of fiery light from behind gojou. not speed, not strength. he wasn't going to outrun a blackhole from that close proximity. so he teleported. blinked out from that space and warped elsewhere. handy for getting out of combo attacks, much to other keyblade wielders' ire. boots clomp down atop a table and he stands up again, resting his keyblade on his shoulder after flicking a chip off it.] Not bad. You're better than you look.
[~bloom, bloom, bloom~ one after another, more unversed appear from the air, demonic hourglasses fluttering dark wings and bobbing back and forth in perfectly-timed seconds. darkness builds up behind him, swelling into an orb of wisps and curls before melting down into a new unversed, a weird scholar with book and robe.] If you're so big on making friends, you don't mind if I invite a few more.
[this time, he's going on the offensive. those chrono twisters have limited power over time, able to cast a time-freezing spell on a area and anything/one within it that lasts anywhere from a few seconds to a full minute, depending on how fast the other person's able to escape. he's curious to find out if that shield of gojou's handles anything or only direct assaults.
as for the book... well that's preparing something extra nasty.]
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oddly, frustratingly, he feels no surge of panic exuding from this clear-eyed person. not the fright of a hero despairing over a multitude of suffering victims. not the anger of some misplaced sense of justice over how "wrong" such an assault is. not even annoyance at the unfairness. irritation needles under his skin and prickles at his nape. a weak heart or a closed one?
how did he... suddenly gone.] Hm? [where- oh, there he is, at the bar. picking the single victim first before his body and bar went up in flames. flames veer to the side and up, all three suddenly changing course and detonating well away from their target. a force field? likely. even taking the time to help the man up an on his way.] That's one. [fingers curl, a hand bobs, gesturing in general callousness towards the chaos behind them. more of those unversed ramming into other guests, picking on the weaker ones when stronger begin fighting back. someone's attacking the rampaging brute it seems... guess this guy's not the only strong one entombed in this place. one of jellyfish-like unversed spurts into darkness, which only rushes in a sinewy blur back into his body. absorbing, pulsing, laying another spike of strength inside his muscles and core. meeting those aqua-glass eyes, he deliberately summon two more unversed, replacing-- doubling --the one so recently vanquished.]
You got a mouth on you. Sure this is the time for telling jokes? [both jellyshades squirm and bloom before soaring towards the man fleeing, intent on rendering this would-be-hero's efforts meaningless.] Better hurry up and kill me. I'm getting impatient.
[hurry up gojou does. his cocky stance shifts, blade dropping slightly and hand falling a bit as blue light blooms into existence. there's a lot of power collecting in the man's hands. something scrapes, he feels the tapestry of his waistcloth drag forward against the back of his thighs. gravity? or magnetism? plastic meets metal in a harsh clank, a chip bounces off the back of his helm, and sails towards gojou's azure ball. compressing, pushing, deepening. his head pivots on his neck, momentarily startled to find the air a swirling mess of debris and his unversed. only his unversed. this bastard's somehow managed to prevent the people from being caught up in his own vortex! flood, jellyshades, even the bruiser. he instantly seeks out other guests, grunting in vexation as their bodies scramble through the doorways. they're escaping.] You bastard...
[swelling power roars and he whips forward once more, dropping into a prepared stance as this pest shoves the entire burgeoning black hole towards him. legs brace and he shoves backwards from the floor, one hand behind him, his keyblade in front to fend off the approaching swirl. flames burst into being on his keyblade's tip and fire out, far more testing than defensive. it's fast. too fast. swallowing his unversed and debris, flames vanishing inside. he's seriously trying to crush him in the gravity!] You wish!
[convergence and burst! blue light buries in on itself, pulverizing it all into nothing. whatever pieces hadn't yet made it to the center clatter to the ground as soon as the energy dies away. unless he plans to absorb the entire room into his attack.
only for a faint breath preceding a circle of darkness and a lance of fiery light from behind gojou. not speed, not strength. he wasn't going to outrun a blackhole from that close proximity. so he teleported. blinked out from that space and warped elsewhere. handy for getting out of combo attacks, much to other keyblade wielders' ire. boots clomp down atop a table and he stands up again, resting his keyblade on his shoulder after flicking a chip off it.] Not bad. You're better than you look.
[~bloom, bloom, bloom~ one after another, more unversed appear from the air, demonic hourglasses fluttering dark wings and bobbing back and forth in perfectly-timed seconds. darkness builds up behind him, swelling into an orb of wisps and curls before melting down into a new unversed, a weird scholar with book and robe.] If you're so big on making friends, you don't mind if I invite a few more.
[this time, he's going on the offensive. those chrono twisters have limited power over time, able to cast a time-freezing spell on a area and anything/one within it that lasts anywhere from a few seconds to a full minute, depending on how fast the other person's able to escape. he's curious to find out if that shield of gojou's handles anything or only direct assaults.
as for the book... well that's preparing something extra nasty.]