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So I've been working on a fight scene the last two days.
It is incomplete but I suppose I should share it with you.
It has to do with two of my main OCs.
The typical Sephy alonf with his brother.
Corey is actually based on my brother Cory.
I gave him a personality similar to that of his real personality added a little of Zant-like speech (The legend of Zelda: Twilght princess.)
The ASFR picture is after the story...
“You brought this on yourself, Sephy. It was always about you. Mom and dad adopted you. What did they do then? They completely ignored me. Always dealing with your damn problems. I had problems too! I got beat up daily in highschool. I started doing drugs!! Then after all the love they gave you… You killed them. Out of a goddamn temper tantrum. They’re dead now… Where’s the justice? You walk a free man while my life fell apart. I spiraled down into a depression that I will never leave. The only way to possibly get out of this is bring you to justice you goddamn monster.” Corey yelled. “Do you remember… Do you remember what the fuck you did to me? When you killed mom and dad? You fucking tore off my face. Now I have to wear a damn mask so I don’t scare people. I know you fucking thing you’re on a mission from God but all you are doing is running. Running away like the coward you are.”
“Corey, you know damn we—,“ Sephy said
“Don’t even start that bullshit. ‘I can’t control it,’ ‘help me,’ ‘I’m so sad,’ get the fuck over it.” Corey shouted. “You’re not the center of the universe.”
“I’m sorry I didn—“ Sephy was cut off once again.
“You’re not sorry… You don’t care about anything other than your ambitions. I can’t let you hurt more people I just can’t.” Corey said with his voice getting lower, “If no one else can get rid of you… then I have to. I’m not sorry. Are you ready brother? Are you ready to burn in the pits of Hell?!” Corey’s voice escalated to a high tone, an almost psychopathic screech.
Corey firmly grasped the great sword he had sheathed on his back. The blade was seven feet long with the word “MARTYR” glowing and resonating in a deep purple. Each letter pulsating as if the blade itself flowed with it’s own Stream energies. He lifted his heavy blade easily with his right hand and pointed the tip of it at Sephy.
“This is where the madness ENDS!!!!!!!” Corey screeched at ear piercing levels.
Corey swung the MARTYR back and charged at Sephy at a break neck speed. He lined up a strike to cut straight through Sephy’s waist. As Corey barreled at him, Sephy summoned the Benevolence just in time to clash blades. The MARTYR struck the Benevolence so hard that it literally shattered Benevolence like glass. The MARTYR then sliced deep into Sephy’s waist. Corey pulled back his massive sword over his head and with a maddening force, as before Sephy summoned the Malevolence right as the MARTYR bore down unto him. The amazing force of the MARTYR annihilated the Malevolence. Sephy was just able to dodge his head out of the way of the wrath of the MARTYR. This said, he was not unharmed. The blade easily cut straight through his right arm severing it completely.
“HA HA HA HA HA” Corey cawed like a high pitched bird. “This is it? Is this all you have?! Where’s the power?!”
“I will not kill you… However if needs a must, I will disable you.” Sephy said.
“Ha, now you play the modest card. Remember back when we were kids? You always were such a glory hog.” Corey shrieked. “I’ve already blew up your special weapons and cut off your arm. And I’ll cut off all your shadow arms too.”
“Heh, have you forgotten? I can regenerate myself easily. I won’t need shadow limb to fight you.” Sephy said.
“Grr, cheap tricks. That’s what you are. Nothing but a trick.” Corey responded with his voice pitch lowering to that of an average male’s level.
Sephy’s severed are evaporated and his wounds healed leaving no evidence that anything had happened.
“Even if your body can recover you have no weapons to fight me with.” Corey boasted triumphantly.
“My weapons are one with my body… They recover as I do.” Sephy said.
In a flash Sephy summoned both swords and made a mad dash at Corey. He jumped into the air and swung a flurry of slashes at Corey. Corey however, easily maneuvered the MARTYR in front of Sephy.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!!!
Each strike was absolutely a lesson in futility. Sephy reversed his motion and moved backwards. Corey took advantage of this jumping at Sephy Slashing at Sephy striking Sephy’s chest. The attack sliced Sephy’s ribs. Corey then maneuvered to strike down Sephy.
“THIS IS IT!! THIS IS WHERE YOU DIE!!!” Corey screeched in his high pitch voiced returning.
The MARTYR shot down at Sephy.
“I can’t die… I can never die…” Sephy’s words echoed in Corey’s head.
The blade stopped mere millimeters from Sephy’s head.
“What are you…?” Corey asked.
“What do you think I am?” Sephy asked.
“All I see is a monster.” Corey responded
“I am what you see… I am a monster.” Sephy said as he slowly put his on the sharp knife-edge of the MARTYR. He pressed his pointer finger against the blade and slid it down slicing the tip of his finger in half.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Corey said.
“As you said brother… I’M A GODDAMN MONSTER!” Sephy burst out.
Sephy Swiftly tossed his foot into Corey abdomen, throwing Corey back a few feet as well as causing him to drop the MARTYR. Sephy kicked away the Sword and walked up to Corey. Corey lunged at Sephy unleashing a powerful punch square in Sephy’s nose. Sephy’s glasses shattered revealing Sephy’s eyes.
“So those are your eyes now. So dim, so sad, so pathetic.” Corey sneered.
“What can I say? Story of my life!” Sephy yelled bounding at Corey.
Sephy punched Corey across the face, to which Corey responded by roundhouse kicking Sephy’s face
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