Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 18, 2014 20:06:50 GMT -5
”Take the status effects out, and maybe!” The crossdresser shot back at Seiji as he took to the front lines for offense. Before he had a chance to do anything else, though, light blanketed him. His insides stopped trying to impale themselves on things- or at least the sensation of it faded away. Seemed his poison has been cured. Great! That was something nice. ”Thanks for the support! Please try to get the rest of them!” He fired over his shoulder, eyes catching the dark-skinned girl. Must've been from an entirely different place. The only person with skin that black, in Japan, that he'd seen was some dude advertising for a sushi bar.
Heals were passed out. Seemed one of the other fire-users was Japanese, or at least swapped into it on habit. He slipped back into English towards the end, letting his full agitation show. Either way, both him and what seemed to be a friend of Seiji's let off their own fire blasts. Oh, yes. That wannabe was going to burn. Not beautifully, mind you, but it would burn. Her offered a smile before nodding at the man, regardless of whether or not he saw it. What they were doing transcended languages and races, but it was still something to hold in mind.
”You tell it, Mister!” He called to the red-head in his mother tongue of Japanese. ”We'll show him there ain't much he can do against all of us! We'll leave nothing but ash!” Two more were grabbed by the hands shortly after that line- Luka and Seiji. Well, there went two of the attackers, unless someone managed to help them. He didn't have the time to do so, as it seemed like the enemy was preparing for something extremely dangerous. He clicked his tongue. It was the boss's trump card. This “game” certainly wasn't pulling any punches.
”Go all out! If we don't finish it off now, we might be the ones blasted away!” He called out, hoping that any that didn't realize the danger would have the light bulb in their heads go off. ”Imp, Agilao, now!” Another exaggerated pointing with his scissors directed the gnarly midget's attack. Again, flames danced around its arm before converging and firing at the enemy, exploding once it closed in enough.
Like hell was he just going to be wiped away.
Heals were passed out. Seemed one of the other fire-users was Japanese, or at least swapped into it on habit. He slipped back into English towards the end, letting his full agitation show. Either way, both him and what seemed to be a friend of Seiji's let off their own fire blasts. Oh, yes. That wannabe was going to burn. Not beautifully, mind you, but it would burn. Her offered a smile before nodding at the man, regardless of whether or not he saw it. What they were doing transcended languages and races, but it was still something to hold in mind.
”You tell it, Mister!” He called to the red-head in his mother tongue of Japanese. ”We'll show him there ain't much he can do against all of us! We'll leave nothing but ash!” Two more were grabbed by the hands shortly after that line- Luka and Seiji. Well, there went two of the attackers, unless someone managed to help them. He didn't have the time to do so, as it seemed like the enemy was preparing for something extremely dangerous. He clicked his tongue. It was the boss's trump card. This “game” certainly wasn't pulling any punches.
”Go all out! If we don't finish it off now, we might be the ones blasted away!” He called out, hoping that any that didn't realize the danger would have the light bulb in their heads go off. ”Imp, Agilao, now!” Another exaggerated pointing with his scissors directed the gnarly midget's attack. Again, flames danced around its arm before converging and firing at the enemy, exploding once it closed in enough.
Like hell was he just going to be wiped away.