BlizzA lot of what I did was because I misread most of your character's bio; which I guess would be in character since my dude doesn't know your dude.
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Jordan used his echolocation one last time, locating one more thing which he assumed had not burned yet- his coat, and the mask that was in it. The bat squeeled before attempting to fly to the area over it. Once there, Jordan changed back to a human, sprouting a thin webbing just before landing, in order to slightly break his fall. The ground was hot. Jordan reached into the coat and put on the mask.
"HEY FUCK FACE!" Jordan shouted "FUCK YOU." Jordan tore open a wound in his stomach, and before his opponent could do anything, Jordan shoved a finger into his own chest. Then, he used his trypophobia to damage his own heart, causing the vampire to fall down in comatose. For all intents and purposes, he was dead; or at least more dead than usual.
"HEY FUCK FACE!" Jordan shouted "FUCK YOU." Jordan tore open a wound in his stomach, and before his opponent could do anything, Jordan shoved a finger into his own chest. Then, he used his trypophobia to damage his own heart, causing the vampire to fall down in comatose. For all intents and purposes, he was dead; or at least more dead than usual.
4 minutes. Jordan had to escape the false bastardization of sunlight his opponent was creating. In another desperate leap, Jordan pointed his head to the sky. The vampire bat flapped his wings knowing full well his opponent could catch up. Jordan had no clear advantages. While he fought better in the dark, his opponent could produce light. Where he assumed his opponent could not fly with his armor on, he flew better than Jordan could. It was troubling, but Jordan was confident in his win as he always was.
Letting out another cry, Jordan attempted to figure the distance between him and his opponent, making sure to fly away. He reasoned that the other side of the wall was not far, except it had already been destroyed earlier. It was a fight then, without any boundries- not that anybody could call it a fight anymore.
Jordan bled ever so slightly as a bat, losing more blood than he was comfortable or really even familiar with. It pained him, and his sucking chest wound did not make things much better. Still, the vampire flew.
Letting out another cry, Jordan attempted to figure the distance between him and his opponent, making sure to fly away. He reasoned that the other side of the wall was not far, except it had already been destroyed earlier. It was a fight then, without any boundries- not that anybody could call it a fight anymore.
Jordan bled ever so slightly as a bat, losing more blood than he was comfortable or really even familiar with. It pained him, and his sucking chest wound did not make things much better. Still, the vampire flew.
You seem to have ignored my attack. Also, the wound does change in proportion relative to his form.
Oh shit, you're right. You don't mind if I edited my post right? Because I already did.
"Pretentious fuck." Jordan said, digging his own hands into his fresh wounds. Then, Jordan was naked, bearing his junk for the world to see. With his left hand, Jordan covered the hole in his chest, keeping air from escaping. With his right hand, he formed five balls of crimson energy, one over each of the fingers on his right hand. Jordan reared his hand as he prepared for the attack, then threw the balls as the flew toward Raelis.
Jordan fell. The ground was not too far below. Jordan wondered if he would die from the ground first, or the sun. No- it was too soon for death. Jordan sprouted wings once more and maintained himself in the air, as a bat. His best bet, simply to run away.
Jordan fell. The ground was not too far below. Jordan wondered if he would die from the ground first, or the sun. No- it was too soon for death. Jordan sprouted wings once more and maintained himself in the air, as a bat. His best bet, simply to run away.
Jordan's plan seemed to have worked exactly as he thought it would- in fact, slightly better. As Raelis reached out, Jordan quickly morphed back into his human form and attempted to grab Raelis's talons as they reached out to claw Jordan. With both hands, Jordan attempted to take what bit of exposed flesh he could, and keep it out of the armor. "HOLY FUCK" Jordan screamed out in pain. "I like you" Jordan groaned "You make my job hard. Let me reiterate though; I've fought fuckers like you before."
From within the wound, Jordan formed several balls. "Trypophobia" he groaned. There was one inside Jordan's chest. From his experience, if it were taken out, it would cause something known as 'tension pneumothorax'. From that very same hole, however, a ball of crimson energy was formed, made of blood from Jordan's own body.
The balls shot from within Jordan's puncture wounds and were trained straight at Raelis's talons- still embedded within Jordan's body.
From within the wound, Jordan formed several balls. "Trypophobia" he groaned. There was one inside Jordan's chest. From his experience, if it were taken out, it would cause something known as 'tension pneumothorax'. From that very same hole, however, a ball of crimson energy was formed, made of blood from Jordan's own body.
The balls shot from within Jordan's puncture wounds and were trained straight at Raelis's talons- still embedded within Jordan's body.
Jordan was burning and there were rocks flying about. Through the sound of crushing rocks, Jordan was able to more or less get a constant sonic picture. As the wind blew, Jordan was kicked up among it with his small, winged body. Jordan had nine minutes before he turned to ash, and his antidote was on the ground, far from where Jordan could safely reach it. Jordan was losing.
Still, Jordan stayed alive, attempting to dodge all the debris which flew around him. If nothing else, it made his opponent more mad. As an act of defiance, Jordan flew closer to Raelis. As he neared, Jordan began to urinate, his urine evaporating and leaving a foul smell as it hit the ground.
Still, Jordan stayed alive, attempting to dodge all the debris which flew around him. If nothing else, it made his opponent more mad. As an act of defiance, Jordan flew closer to Raelis. As he neared, Jordan began to urinate, his urine evaporating and leaving a foul smell as it hit the ground.
Man. I almost can't tell who's the heel anymore. Vordak must be looking at this and either laughing or sounding off disappointed.
In his bat form, Jordan could not respond- his voice box could not allow him to, and changing any part of his body to that of a human would simply impede him. In that time of the day, Jordan was unable to enter his beast form- not to mention, he hadn't tasted any blood recently. Out of options, Jordan was only capable of flying even further.
Jordan was clearly out-classed, but he didn't wish to give up the fight as his opponent wished for. Jordan was far too stubborn. Though his blood was cold and his senses faded from undeath, Jordan was capable of feeling the intense heat his opponent was giving off. He had to fly further away- use the environment somehow.
The tiger statues! Jordan realized that there must have been enough shade there- plus it was just large enough to hide. Releasing his call, Jordan located the statues and began flying toward the one closer to the east.
Jordan was clearly out-classed, but he didn't wish to give up the fight as his opponent wished for. Jordan was far too stubborn. Though his blood was cold and his senses faded from undeath, Jordan was capable of feeling the intense heat his opponent was giving off. He had to fly further away- use the environment somehow.
The tiger statues! Jordan realized that there must have been enough shade there- plus it was just large enough to hide. Releasing his call, Jordan located the statues and began flying toward the one closer to the east.
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