Of course, he has. After all, a well-balanced diet and a proper sleep schedule are what help mold his body into such perfection. Though his blood pressure was surprisingly high with his fucking witch hovering above him. Oh, so many flashbacks, so much vile anger that could be brought up by just the curr of her words.
He wasted no breath on her.
Too fast for a simpleton to see his seamless movements.
When he allowed such a vile creature to gaze upon his glory once more she’d learn quickly how little gap of the distance they had. He hovered slowly falling back down in front of her. Gravity be damned he wasn’t going to land without attempting a good strike dead center to this bitches face. Fist cocked back, eyes beady little daggers that kept eye contact so he could see that twisted witch crunch and bend when he finally launched forward with a punch to send her into the god damn earth.
Fascinating as he was, Black Star was, and would forever be, an erratic young man. Had it been any other witch, she would have been caught off guard. Any other witch would have noticed late. But even so, most witches her age would still have a response. A Retort. Even if that meant a last hurrah blast as he caved in their skulls with his fist. While others might have been able to stop him dead in his tracks, or blow him to pieces in that split instant at the cost of themselves.
But Medusa was a rarity. A Close-Combat Witch. Empowered by not just madness, but controlled and manipulated madness. Her eyes darted, swiveling and zipping from left to right, scanning not only him, but the surroundings as with those movements alone, his fist connected not with her face, but with a vector plate. One pointing straight down as instantly, he was not pushed. Simply, all of his inertia was amplified, and then redirected downward.
From the pumping of blood through his veins. To the ripple of muscle through his body. This, on top of a baseline force supplied by her own magical energy, was all converted into downward force, sending him cracking toward the ground with a force equally befitting his strength.
She almost didn’t even expect to hear an impact. He was a resourceful boy after all. And even if his shift in trajectory was fueled by his own might. She doubted he had been going full force right off the bat.
But oh, if it meant hearing him crack his bones against the floor, she so very wished he had.
“Hello, Blackstar.” She hummed in soft greeting, even though her own pulse and soul wavelength was already amped up. Contrary to her calm exterior, there were so very few who could rile her up like this young man. The feeling that even with her prowess, that she was in danger. She’d have to thank Justin’s corpse sometime. If he had never given her a reason for madness infusion, she wouldn’t have noticed that attack in time.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
snowghoul
tangentwithtanner
romaincrisis
jacobvanloon
2087
origamiaround
