💥 // @differtcs
taking these heavy-hitting meat-heads down shouldn’t be as tough as it’s turning out to be currently. attacks and artes that were usually so second nature to him to perform were beginning to take a toll on his body, leaving his arms and legs weak and shaky. a feeling he hasn’t felt since he last unleashed his inner beast in his confrontation with kasque.
coughing, vicious barely dodges another swing of the mitachurl’s massive axe coming down to crack the earth---electricity sparked against his skin, burning through his veins and muscles, and the fire radiating under his skin crackled and an explosion threw the transgressor away and to the ground. he hit the rocky road with a loud thud, scraping against the dirt and rolling until he came to a stop by a boulder.
this sucked. this sucked so bad.
heaving a heavy breath, vicious pushed himself up by an elbow, stabbing the blade of his gun in the opposite hand into the ground to prop himself up further. with a wince, he glared at the approaching beast, swearing a rainbow in his head before suddenly---a crack, and the beast fell over.
vicious changed his attention to the person standing where the monster had just a moment ago and clicked his tongue, wicked smirk on his face in jest. “damn, an’ i thought i was winnin’ that one.”
