Wolfram & Vera & Vernon 2.0
Celestine looked in dejection, as he was witness to the Doll not only failing to get on, but running on her merry way to what her addled mind assumed was safety.
Could someone be more brain addled? he thought somehow ruefully, as the only highlight of his intervention seemed to vanish in the horizon. Of course, that was before both windshields exploded, and Vernon
happened. He didn’t know what was worse, his lethal ice powers or his sass. Probably his sassy ice powers. Grimacing, after being forcefully pulled down to avoid a second swing from the hammer maniac covered in spikes, he eyed Vernon as he shook some glass out of his clothes, licking his lips as to find some kind of agreeable measure in his words that wasn’t invective after invective. Going hotblooded would do little good in the situation.
“What can I say, Vernon. Sometimes the newbies can’t wipe their own arses, and seniors must dive into the fray.” He paused. “Your reluctance is refreshing. I thought you liked spilling blood, very much so. Quite a difference from your...sweetheart.” He continued to speak as he was counting his glass shards.
“Which by the way he might be as blue blooded as that juvie investigator that -what are the odds- shares his surname as well as his looks.” He added, as he grasped and weighed the shards in his palm, now thanks to the timely assist of something he could not really describe whether it was a fox on steroids or a young woman.
“And I am eager to reveal such a cross-star fate to the world, should I find myself in the right company.” He paused. “Although if it was for a friend I would gladly keep a secret.”
Outside the car, Wolf stopped. He took a deep breath and slowly turned his head toward the fox girl who had apparently, and tragically, mistaken him for the aggressor in this situation.
“Back off…” Wolf growled his warning.
“This doesn’t concern you.”“Well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage,” Vernon blinked his surprise away.
“You know quite a bit about me, but I know so little about you.” He smirked.
“OK, fair enough, oh Fallen One. We share a school, so I’ll play it safe. You keep my secret and I won’t get in your way.” He slid to the side and safe distance away from the masked intruder.
“However, that is all on you.” Vernon pointed to the rage monster that was bearing down on them.
Only momentarily had Masami been able to distract him. Long enough for them to chat, but that time was just about up.
Celestine grinned, as he stoically assumed the failure. This was going to suck and it was going to be an uphill battle, but still, not being concerned about being blasted in the back by an ice shot… was a relief. As long as Vernon didn’t grow bored and feisty. He straightened his fist and threw a shower of glass shards at the armored man’s eyes, as he clutched his blade.
Tch. Out of all days, an opponent with armor with this kind of weapon. He said as he unsheathed it, but not before quipping once more. “Here’s a tidbit, Vernon. I remember everything. Up to…
battle techniques.” He finished as he jumped out of the cramped space of the car, sword in tow.
Wolf shook his head. The glass had been a surprise. More surprising was how accurate the throw had been. It had stung a bit, but the shards were too big and dull to do much lasting damage.
A moment later and he could see again, his opponent already on their feet and out of the vehicle. It looked like it would be a fight then.
Good.“You could have hurt her.” Wolf snarled, tightening his grip on his hammer.
“Now I’m going to hurt you.” With no further words, Wolf swung the hammer in an upward arc, aiming to tear her jaw clean off.
Celestine let a yelp as the hammer seemed to connect, catapulting him backwards against the car, his mouth spraying blood everywhere, as he seemed to fall half dead. The hit that had connected had felt awfully light.
Wolf showed an unusual lack of concern for the damage he’d apparently caused. He stomped over, reaching out a gauntleted hand to grab the masked person’s face, aiming to either tear the mask off or just crush it in his grip. Either way, he wanted to see the face of the idiot who’d run a car into him.
Instead, he found the tip of a sword shoved clean through the gaps of his gauntlet, digging deep in the flesh. To add further insult, the suddenness of the jolt shattered the tip of the weapon, leaving the knight’s hand with a metallic shard embedded on it. The Fallen One seemed to regain his poise as if he had never been hit, as he rolled to one side and jumped to his feet, eyeing his broken sword with a mix of dejection and glee.
“That hurt. I had to chew my cheeks to fake the blood.” He said, before resuming an stance with the remainder of his weapon. “I supposed a simple apology would not do.”
Wolf staggered back, both from pain and from embarrassment. He’d been sloppy. He should have been able to tell whether or not he’d landed that attack. He dropped the hammer and lifted his hand. He pushed the shard out of his skin and then yanked it the rest of the way out of his hand.
In a swirl of smoke the hammer returned to him, ready for round two. Round one had been pathetically short and not in his favor, but he’d see about changing that.
He gripped the middle of the handle and darted forward. Stabbing with a warhammer, one-handed no less, would by most people be considered ridiculous and impractical. Wolf didn’t have that problem. He aimed to impale his opponent on the top spike, and failing that, he’d spin and slide his grip down for an overhead smash, leaving them little room to run.
Heh. Celestine thought to himself, as he readied a battle stance.
Releasing adrenaline. Enhancing muscle legs. Redirecting blood and oxygen. Let’s make this flashy. He thought mentally as he dung his heels and began to charge against the hammer. One. Two. His legs connected with the top of the hammer as he lunged to stab, using it as catapult to simply polevault over the charging knight, cartwheeling as he did so, and assuming his stance again.
“If you think that hammer will connect easily, you’re more green than i thought.” He quipped.
One hit and I am a goner, thoughWolf didn’t let the flashy trick slow his combo. He loosened his grip, his hand slide to the end of it for maximum range and leverage, turned and flung it like the world’s heaviest, flying buzz-saw, not missing a beat. His opponent’s feet would have barely hit the ground as the hammer flew…
Right. He is a maniac. Welp, time for beating the world’s record at limbo Celestine added, as he squatted quite easily and fast, like a snake, the hammer being able to only graze his clothes exposing the fact that, he, of course had thought to wear the lingerie part on his chest.
Wolf didn’t seem too concerned with the fact that he’d missed. Obviously he could recall his hammer. That said, he started advancing before the hammer returned, fist’s clenched. Perhaps he was so angry that he’d discarded the weapon and now wanted to bloody the girl with his almost bare hands.
Then again, if that were the case, Celestine might find is strange that it sounded like the hammer was getting closer. Very close. Almost… right behind him.
That was because it was. Wolf had reformed it before it reached his hand, creating a makeshift boomerang shot.
Half expected that. Celestine added, as he sighed. This was getting nowhere. He thought for a moment, as the hammer returned. He tossed his sword to one side. He inhaled deeply, gathering inner strength. He saw the hammer spin. The moment to strike, two hands clasped the hammer as he absorbed the rotation with his full body, spinning like a half-naked ballerina while doing so, as he strained his limbs.
“Think again. Oh, nice hammer. It weighs a lot, tho.” He said, as he struggled to keep it above his head even with his arms flexed at the maximum. But he didn’t need to show it. “Let me show how it is done. Now c’me here, boy.” He added.
Wolf actually hesitated for a second. Just how strong was this waif of a girl? It must have been her power. That was… concerning. But if she thought she was gonna fight back with his hammer, she was sorely mistaken.
Wolf stomped forward, fists raised like a boxer. A very tired boxer with slightly sagging shoulders, but a boxer none-the-less.
He hefted the hammer, and begun to stomp forward, his rags and underwear dangling in the gash of his front. “TAKE THIS!” He yelled in his most Saturday-morning magical girl cartoon voice ever. And literally dropped the hammer to Wolf’s feet, as he slid inside his guard, and answered with a powerful jaw hook.
“You don’t use a hammer”.
Wolf’s head snapped to the side. And by snapped to the side, it sort of… twitched. That had been a cheap shot, and it certainly had held some force. Whatever strength had let her lift the hammer had been behind that punch.That being said...
Wolf’s hand flew out and grabbed their collar, pulling them in close, off their feet, and face-to-face. One-handed. He then threw a gut-punch before throwing her back to the ground and recalling his hammer.
He’d show her exactly how he used a hammer if she got cocky again.
“Of all the times, he listened to me this one.” Celestine wheezed under his breath, as some blood built up all the way to the throat. He coughed and spit, before cleaning his mouth underneath.
Green as he may be, he can throw a mean punch too . “Ain’t that wonderful. And my cute suit is ripped. And now I have to go serious on a Delvers and Demons reject. And a gaggle of people are watching. Vernon too.” He added, as he picked up the broken blade. He inhaled… and took a stance. He honed his senses. He worked his inner strength with breathing. He got ready to use the techniques that were like so many and familiar to him.
“Sword can’t beat hammer. I know. But here we go,” he said, and began to hop his pace swiftly as he closed the gap between the two. He floated more than run, and danced more than he moved, his eyes on his opponent. The first strike came from downwards, towards the knee joint.
They were closing in, he’d have to be more careful. He choked up on his hammer, finding the energy to heft it with both hands. The hammer wasn’t heavy to him, not in this state, but his stamina was starting to decline. OK, fine, it was almost gone at this point.
He wished he could say he was fueled by rage, but it was a lean fuel.
He swung down with the hammer, not intending to hit, but to intercept as he himself slid back and away. He then lifted the hammer back up and thrust forward, a quick jab to try and keep his opponent in his longer weapon’s ideal range. He would then pull it back while also trying to crack the hilt across their jaw, aiming to stun them for a really big swing.
It was only due to the quick reflexes and training in the sword that Celestine managed to defend the attack, raising the rest of his blade to avoid being hit in his face, as he sidestepped the thrust, and absorbed the parry with his broken blade. However, the blade bent, as he smiled somewhat. “Nice combo, nerd. You’re learning.” He said, as he briskly jumped back, discarding his weapon. He could not face the hammer unarmed again, could he? It was when he realized he had a waist-bag, and rummaged through it, produced a tiny scalpel.
And then assumed a fencing stance, as he eyed his opponent.
Wolf was actually mildly concerned where most might just laugh. His opponent was incredibly nimble, and the scalpel was small and would be hard to keep track of. He took a more defensive stance, left arm held forward, and hammer held just below the head.
He advanced slowly, until he was just outside of striking range. He lunged, aiming to bat her weapon arm aside or parry an attack while throwing another hammer-jab.
Celestine did not make a move, instead abandoning the scalpel as a malevolent glint in his eye appeared. If such a defensive short range move, then… He danced as he positioned his back against Wolf’s armored chest, as he sidestepped the jab. But there was something more. Mid move, his arms curled around the parts of the bracers that didn’t have spikes, turning Wolf’s short lunge into ...a throw that used his own energy against him. If pulled correctly, he would flip over and stick himself to the pavement with his spikes. It’d probably scratch his own clothes and back and expose his butt to the world… but was probably worth it.
“Your strength can be used against you!” He harrumphed as he executed the maneuver.
For a moment, Wolf was like a turtle on it’s back, but soon enough he’d… well he’d…
Nope, he was stuck. Shit. He’d been so tired, he form had been looser than it should have been. He’d been unable to stop himself from getting thrown. His opponent was just the right mixture or strong and nimble.
He took a deep breath. He had to think of a way out fast…
“Aw, don’t look so down, Spikey. Believe me i had to bust my ass to beat you.” Celestine taunted as he took a hand to his now chipped mask’s lips and blew him a kiss, before stomping towards the car...and Vernon. He needed a change of clothes.
