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Well, the kick worked out well enough... the being tossed into a portal not of his own? Rook would have done well without that part, thank you. He slipped into it, spinning around in the lack of proper up-and-down, bracing his arms and legs outward to slow his twisting. Unfamiliar to the touch, Rook didn't know this form of portal, but knew how they all worked. Hunting Neo-Shadows back on the Bastion taught him much about their usage in defensive strategyms. He was too scared to create a void within a void, but just past the light that made up the exit portal inside of the present one, Rook created his own.
As soon as he slipped out of Gilgamesh's portal, he slipped into his own, reappearing a few feet behind Gilgamesh and sliding along the ground on his heels for a few good feet before halting, bringing his arm up, aiming, and nodding.
"Guard Light."
He fired, dropping to a knee as he did so. He was beginning to wear out, like his battle in Radiant Garden with Edgar... and that fight didn't turn out well for Rook. Time to look for a finisher.
Gilgamesh had swung his swords at the exit portal, but Rook had slipped into another portal before he had chance to be struck. This left the large six-armed freak without a plan - he just assumed this would have worked. But, for now, he had to find out where Rook was.
Hearing his opponent's call out, Gilgamesh took the full force of the Guard Light attack in his back, he fell forwards into an uncontrollable roll. He knew the attack was coming from Rook's voice, but there wasn't time to do anything about it. Gilgamesh was left on the floor laid on his side with an ache in his back. This fight was beginning to take its toll on him too. That last shot would leave a bruise for sure, and his top-left shoulder seemed to only be getting worse with it still being used even though it was injured on both sides.
Gilgamesh climbed to his feet with some heavy and deep breaths. The three swords he once had in his hand had left once again, he just kept changing weapons throughout the battle. This time, six identical katanas filled his large hands. He swung each arm, one after the other, throwing the blades through the air with a flick of his wrist so that they would spin as they flew. Even if none of them hit Rook, it would keep him moving while Gilgamesh could take a few seconds to compose himself...
Rook skipped backwards at the advance. His initial plan to keep distance between the two of them had fallen to the wayside at this point, but he could still try and keep out of reach. But in an Arena of this size, that plan would only work for so long...
He resummoned the Keyblade as the blades flew at him, managing a reflex-deflect of the first two. The third clipped his left shoulder, giving a clean gash against his skin. The fourth caught him in the thigh and spit blood on the floor of the arena, but as Rook took a knee in response the fourth and fifth flew over his head. Only by ducking to the side was he able to avoid the sixth from running him through.
He let out a loud scream, clenching his fists. "I... can't be tied down here... any longer..! I won't fail..! Guard Light!" He fired again, aiming at the creature's upper torso. Too many too quick. He was beginning to sweat and breath harder. If Gilgamesh had been a Heartless, this would have been over already. Rook would have been too tired to keep going if that were true. Fortunately, Gilgamesh was flesh and blood, like he was. he just had to exploit that again.
( ooc: Sorry to halt the RP like this, but either you misread my post or I'm not understanding the opening to yours. Gilgamesh threw all six of those katanas at Rook one after the other, I can't see an evasion or hit on those atttacks in your post. Just wanted that clearing up a bit. Thanks, :). )
A few minor strikes hit with the katana throws, nothing major but the more wounds Rook had the quicker he would get worn out. After flying past him, the blades dissolved in thick smoke, returning to the Void.
"I... can't be tied down here... any longer..! I won't fail..! Guard Light!"
Guard Light, again...? Gilgamesh was beginning to think that Rook didn't have any other attacks. It had been done so many times that he knew exactly what was coming as soon as the redhead spoke. This time, as the large monster-man stomped towards his foe, he leaned diagonally back and to his left side allowing the beam of concentrated light to simply shoot past.
"Bwah ha ha... I'm gonna crush you!"
Gilgamesh threatened as he closed in on his target whilst accelerating into a jog for the last few steps. And as soon as he got close, he thrusted his right arm forward to grab Rook in various places; one hand around his throat, one clenching into his stomach and the lowest one grasping for his theigh. If Gilgamesh were to grab him, he planned to lift him and carry on going a few more steps until he could slam him against the barrier containing them in the arena...
Rook was getting too tired to do much. His idea of keeping the battle at length and distance was failing at Gilgamesh pressed forward. And so, Rook's tactics changed. You want to fight up close? Step right up...
Rook resummoned BlackJack as the giant closed in on him, and struck out, aiming for the creature's chest as his arms reached out to grab him. Snagged again and being prepped for another hard attack with his back to the wall, the redhead released the blade, mentally commanding it to stay in place as it hung in the air momentarily, as Rook reared back his unwrangled foot, and kicked the Keyblade, punting it deep. With luck, it went deep. Deep enough for him to follow through, if he could just get his hands on the Keyblade before it was dislodged.
Portals were beginning to become quite a large part of this fight. A lot of them being used for attacks and evasions. Gilgamesh continued this theme. Though, it really only was because he wasn't particularly inventive and was the thing on his mind at that time.
Gilgamesh opened a portal straight over his chest, like some sort of portal armor - It was the most bizarre way Gilgamesh has used a portal before, yet it appeared to work quite efficiently. The exit portal emerged at Rook's right side. Gilgamesh was going to make sure the young warrior would attack himself! Rook's Keyblade would plunge into the Void and re-emerge in his side, how unfortunate and how could he react...?
Gilgamesh released his grip with his two lower hands, now keeping Rook up with just the grip around his neck. A grasp that tightened in hopes of choking the life out of him. And, just to make holding his breath much harder than it was already, the behemoth hooked the boy's ribs a few times too...
As soon as he could feel the Keyblade hit air, Rook knew he was playing the recieving end of his own games. Whether knowing the redhead was its intended owner or not, Rook's desperate attempt at arcing his back to evade the weapon fell flat, the point of the heart adorning the blade slashing through his skin and leaving a large bloody wound from right to left. It would need stitches, at least, and Rook doubted Hades of all people would have medical attention on hand.
He let out a cry of pain that was cut short by a gurgling sound of estranglation as Gilgamesh clamped down on his windpipe, his body swaying back and forth as the blue titan attacked his exposed ribs.
Things were fading. Just like the RGB, he was in an inescapable situation faced with only one alternative, which would either be his saving throw or last hurrah. Gilgamesh had let Rook's hands go. And in close proximity. He wouldn't miss.
Tears of pain filtered from his eyes, and blood began to dribble from his mouth, likely the result of internal bleeding, but with the last ounces of his strength, he reered his legs back, swung them forward, and latched on to Gilgamesh's face with both hands, squeezing as tightly as his weakened form would allow him while his feet propped between the giant's arms, giving him a squat posture on his opponent's chest.
