KitsunetheFox said:
I am in the UK also so 9pm means 9pm! 
+ call me clay in the game and ill call you fox it just speeds things up if you don't mind?
Hope you don't mind me escalating our epic battle - feel free to do the same as I did for your character so long as it is sensible, doesn't have to be as long, just keep building this up with me
+ call me clay in the game and ill call you fox it just speeds things up if you don't mind? Hope you don't mind me escalating our epic battle - feel free to do the same as I did for your character so long as it is sensible, doesn't have to be as long, just keep building this up with me
The shock wave hits me full force and I am send flying. My upper garb is shredded, leaving me in tattered clothing.
I land face down on the ground, head facing down as though prostrating before my lord and master.
The music stops.
Nothing happens for a moment. Confusion clouds Fox's face.
Finally I raise my head slowly, a grin unfolding as I raise my eyes to lock gazes with Fox.
Fox looks back, shocked at what he reads in the eyes that stare back at him. He had expected fear and defeat to be smothering Clay's eyes by now. But that isn't what he sees. In-fact he see's none of this. Clay's eyes had changed from their normal dark brown into a cloudy murky white.
He is blind
Fox realised subconsciously. However the realisation was a passing thought. A ghost, barely registered. No instead what occupied Fox's attention was the way those blind eyes looked at him. They seemed to pierce him and gaze deep within. They looked at him as those he was separated from this world. Detached almost.
Fox hated the way they drew his attention, the white globes almost drawing him in. For a passing second Fox felt a small shiver run through him. All of his instincts screaming at him to kill Clay, to gut him and kill him where he stood. He was undefended after all. What could a mere mortal do to harm him? Who would stand in the face of his mastery of the demonic forces of the Mall?
But Fox couldn't move. It was as thou he were paralysed.
Fool, look at what you have done
Clay thought as he began to rise from the now once again dull and decrepit dungeon floor, the WEIRD SCIENCE's Fox had employed having receded after escaping the poke-ball.
As I rise, blood drips steadily from my missing ear, it's serrated edge now crying tears rather than rainfalls. My muscles that had groaned in protest moments before seemed to relax, the tension lost from them.
I do not feel fear as I assemble myself to full posture, facing Fox down defiantly. I allow him to see my once again Blind Eyes. Mockingly deceptive to the reality of their condition.
I feel a cool run over me, an inner calm, a heightened sense. Something within me unfolding and being released again.
I had done my best to seal by seer's curse. The reminder of who I had been in a past dimension. To lock away and forget myself, to throw myself into a new personality and life. I had spent many year away in the darker and tranquil recesses of the Mall in meditation to achieve such a state. But evidently it was not to be. And the memories hit me like a tidal wave. Ruthlessly and emotionless in their penetration into my mind's eye, making me relive it all. Making me remember it all. Ren, Sam G, SirBright side. I remembered them all then. It all returned to me in that second. All but one thing. One sentence echoed in my mind, resonating, keeping secret one memory.
Betrayer...
In truth, it was I who was betrayed.
But why and by who?
I look down at my bare chest and see the marred symbols there, mutated by the shockwave's blast.
I look at Fox and I can see the doubt on his face, thou he hides it well. I see he knows I am now changed and different but not how or why. I see the tiny subconscious movement of his hand as it sways in anticipation. I see the shiver that runs through him like a winter cold. I see his eyes desperately trying to look away from me, to deny the illogical nature of me 'looking' at him. I can now see it all.
I then speak softly almost like a whisper. But the words, razor sharp, slash through the air and violate Fox's eardrums. They are impassive. Patiently spoken words. Sculpted almost in their conception.
"Still, I am hunted. Still, I am hated."
I shoot forward, my feet barely touching the ground, almost like a bird gliding. My blinding speed taking Fox by surprise. I halt, next to him. My head materialising next to his ear like a spirit summoned and whisper:
"Now, my blind eyes can see what others cannot."
I faintly recognise Fox's reaction as he finds the will to move and react. But he cannot get there in time. I am too fast. To like a force of nature. Undeniable.
My grip on his arm deepens and carry's on. The sickened groan of his cybernetic augmentations, whining in pointless denial and they compact effortlessly under my grip.
But the effect is not because I have grown strong. No it is because I see the bindings in the arm. I see the loose panel underneath that threatens to give way when pressure is applied properly. And I do so.
The arm comes off entirely. Blood and oil shooting forth from his now vacant shoulder in a primitive chaotic dance and settling on the ground. Martyrs of events that have occurred.
To Fox's credit he doesn't shout in pain. He doesn't stop or hesitate in casting his remaining arm towards me. But I had seen that to.
I feel them bite into my side as I dance away confidently. Deeming the exchange a fair one.
Had It been anyone else, the move would have been fatal. But instead they marked me and latched onto thin air.
