@Lucius Cypher@AshifiliAzga kept his hands up as Arms Slave kept attacking, a nervous bead of sweat racing down his cheeks. The resistance would hold until Azga said it wouldn't, of that he had no worries. It was dealing with such a horror movie situation that entirely unnerved the Witch Doctor and made him feel completely uncool.
“Abusive boyfriend or something, Azga?”Azga widened his eyes in surprised and looked over to where he'd heard his friends voice. Solo? How had she found him? He hadn't even heard her come in! His attention was ripped away and he winced as the Arm's Slave unrelentingly wailed against his defenses.
"There is no me, there is no you! There is only the never ending spit and bile of combat!" Azga's eyes widened as the Arm's Slave began some sort of monologue. Azga felt utterly and absolutely done for, despair starting to envelop his mind.
"The twenty-four hour murder spree of shining metal!" Azga's eyes started to close a little as his glasses slid down his nose. ...Wasn't this going on a bit long...?
"I drink the blood and eat the loot and breathe the numbers, because I! AM! A MONSTER! NOW AND FOREVER!"Azga's eyes were now half closed and he looked utterly... unamused. As he kept his arms up, he stared at the lumbering giant before him as a virtual wind blew with a slight whistle against the hole-ridden building. Had he really just felt afraid of this guy? Honestly that idea was kinda embarassing now. The Amazing Witch Doctor sighed, flicking a blonde lock that had fallen into his face back into place.
"Ya' know..." Azga began, his golden voice rather melodious and thoughtful,
"You really are quite distasteful, aren't you? Honestly, for a minute there, you had me going..." He chuckled softly, pulling one hand away push up his glasses with a smirk.
"Sorry, but I can't be bothered to go down to such an unfashionable creature like you."He opened his golden eyes, which glinted up at the monstrous opponent and brimmed with confidence. It would seem that the Arm's Slave speech, which probably had the intention to put more fear into Azga, had had the opposite effect.
"For someone like you, words like 'garish' and, well, 'ugly' seem to fit the bill. You simply can't stand up to someone with descriptive words like myself..~" Azga lowered his head, a shadow coming over his eyes as he began to grin. He lowered his hand, and as he did, a golden aura surrounded the arms slave. He had decided to enter the fight... and a sparkle of mischief lit up his eyes as he looked back up at the monstrous fiend in front of him.
"The proper words to describe yours truly are... Specific!"At the word, Azga dropped into a rather fashionable, male-model type pose looking over his shoulder. With the pose, one of the Arm's Slaves Limbs should have become paralyzed.
"Intelligent! Accurate! Faultless!" With each new word came a new pose and even more paralyzed limbs. Then Azga dropped into a pose where he lay strewn across the ground with his lips pursed and a book half covering his face, his voice long and languid with the next word;
"Elegant~"And then he dropped back into his other poses, the lengthy spell rather near completion.
"Controlled! Surgical! Graceful! And..." As the Arm's slave would be completely paralyzed (for the next 3 minutes), the golden aura broke around him and Azga opened his eyes wide to pose in front of the monstrous player, raising his voice to echo all throughout the guild hall and beyond.
"POWERFUL...!!!" He stayed like that, sparkles dancing around the Witch Doctor's body. He wouldn't mind if the other two present knew what his speech was a direct reference to. Ah, but then, he nearly forgot the last bit. He looked at Midnight Soloist, holding the pose. This was the power of his 'Fashionably Late' spell.
"Solo, darling, if you wouldn't mind---to smash...?" He gestured with a nod of his head to the frozen beast behind him.
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