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Damn that boy. Everytime Gilgamesh got an advantage, Rook came out with that same line. Gilgamesh thought he had learned his lesson, yet, there was nothing he could do about it this time. The spell smacked him square in the face. His head flung back upon impact as Gilgamesh fell backwards and hit the ground with a mighty thud. Obviously, he had involuntarily let go of Rook by this time, and his portals faded away.
He laid there on the floor for a few seconds. Motionless.
Slowly, he sat up holding the back of his neck; it pained severely from the sudden movement, a typical case of whiplash. Though, Gilgamesh's hand moced from his neck to his face as he noticed drops of blood. His nose was bleeding too... Great - just what he needed.
"You're just as irritating as the popsicle kid I fought before..."
Gilgamesh stated as he clambered back up to his feet, still holding his nose with his top-right hand, trying to stop the bleeding. A weapon appeared in one of his left hands, the Excalipoor. He didn't know what weapon was in his hand at the time though, he just summoned one to make it look like he was ready to fight even though he was stumbling slightly with dizziness...
Rook hit the ground with a resounding "whud". His back was bad enough at the moment, but his backside now ached something fierce. Shoving that to the back of his mind, he staggered to his feet, resummoning BlackJack, and kicking into a charge while the goliath was downed and dizzied. He was still fading in and out and had to find a way to get this over with before he sucumbed to his wounds, passing out or worse.
He swung the blade hard. So hard he began to lost his own balance. The Keyblade swiped across the Exaclipoor as the redhead pushed forward with the slash. Could he break through the wounded monsters defenses? All he could hope for was a clean hit at this point. He began to spin as he lost footing, twirling with gravity and rearing around with the BlackJack. Perhaps a second stroke would come of it? Unlikely. But still, a boy could dream...
Gilgamesh's head was spinning, not literally of course, but the area around appeared to spinning. Even that was blurry. But one thing seemed to stand out in the dull surroundings of the Underworld; Rook's red hair. He could see a blurry red coming towards him and pulled up his sword to defend himself. Gilgamesh gripped the blade at the top too so that he could support it.
BlackJack then slammed straight into Excalipoor's blade. Gilgamesh defended the attack as his sight began to clear. As it did, he looked down at his weapon as it was making sounds. A large crack ran up blade extending up to the tip where Gilgamesh was gripping the blunt weapon. He released his grip to look at the extent of the damage, but as soon as he did, the blade fell in two. The two pieces then fell to the floor with a metallic ting. He was left with just a sword handle in his grip.
"Bwah! What the...? Look what you've done!"
Gilgamesh shouted at Rook as he took a step back away from the falling teen. He was shocked. Gilgamesh then took one last glance at the sword handle before he threw it at Rook. It wasn't really an attack but a moment of anger.
"Bwah! What the...? Look what you've done! You broke it!"
Rook looked up from his knelt position in front of Gilgamesh as the broken hilt whipped across his cheek. His face twitched in an angry snarl. That wasn't even an offensive maneuver, Rook realized. It was just offensive. He let out a gutteral growl, "Welcome to a real battle. Things get broken. Sorry about the jaw..!"
From his knees, the redhead pushed upwards, using the hilt of the blade as a glaive as reinforcement in an uppercut aimed square at the blue giant's chin. With a quick spin of his ankle at the attacks zenith, Rook spun at the hip, aiming a slashing motion across Gilgamesh's chest. "That's for attacking me with my own blade!"
Gilgamesh thought, taking a second to realise what was going on. Luckily, quickly enough to do something about it. Rook really shouldn't have given away what he was about to do. The comment made it way to obvious. Even fo an idiot like Gilgamesh. With an almost effortless evasion, Gilgamesh leaned his head back with a small arch of his back. That way, Rook's uppercut whizzed past without any kind of impact.
Now, that left Rook spinning around for a second attack. But before he could finish the move, Gilgamesh thrusted all of his open palms at the redhead to push him over. And with a total of six arms pushing with great strength, it would be no suprise if Rook were to go flying...
"Maybe you should be careful where you swing that thing then!"
He shouted in response to Rook's prior comment as he looked down on the teenager with a menacing look on his face...
Rook his the ground with a "Whumph!" He winced a bit and looked up at the blue monster that stalked him. He was prone on his back, looking straight ahead and up at Gilgamesh. Things were still looking dim, but, to his credit and amusement, he had stalemated Lexaeus. And he didn't know when to stop, even when he had been near crippled in motion.
Rook lifted his hands over his head, palms aimed behind him. "Guard Light!" He lifted his legs from the floor of the arena and reered them back at the knee as the propulsion shoved him forward, sliding across the floor. With a furious grunt, he kicked as hard as he could, booting at Gilgamesh's knees in a last attempt to bring the gargantuan down to a more even level.
He didn't bother guesstimating a halting point. With his opponents size, trying to stop nearby would result in getting landed on. An outcome Rook could do with less of. He pushed harder, slipping across the floor and close to the other side of the arena before closing his hands and sliding to a stop.
Gilgamesh took a powerful kick to both knee caps. He wasn't quick enough to do anything to evade the attack, but caught himself with his hands out to avoid smacking his face, though that being a good thing didn't cross his mind at the time. He was way too busy calling out in agonising pain! His knees bent back a little causing severe pain and he could have sworn he heard a crack as one of legs twinged in a way that he had never experienced before. Was it fractured? Gilgamesh didn't know for sure, but he sure as hell thought it was.
Gilgamesh stayed there, holding himself up with his hands for a second, just taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before he tried to move. When he did, he grunted in pain as he pulled himself up to one knee; his still painful but better off knee. His bottom left and right hands remained on the ground to take most of the weight off of it whilst his other four were arms pulled up in front of him as swords were materialised in hands once more signalling he was still going to fight. There was no way he was going to give up. Gilgamesh would continue on until the red-haired wretch was pleading for mercy...
((Sorry for the delay, getting over the Convention Hangover))
Rook rolled to his feet just inches from the barrier of the Arena. His entire rear-side felt like it had been friction-burned and itched like mad, and the trip had likely dirtied up the wound in his lower back. Hades didn't seem the type to keep his property neatly polished or cleaned, which meant he'd have to get some kind of cleaning for the wound before healing.
More worries to store for later, he decided, giving a look over his shoulder. Gilgamesh was down on hands and knees, and with his back to the redhead.
With a shimmer of light, hued in red and black, the BlackJack reappeared in his hand, blood from the blade had been cleared from it and Rook gripped the handle tightly, turning towards the gargantuan and charging on him. With a hiss that would have doubled for a silent attack growl, he leaped at the big blue back and brought down the keyblade.
Gilgamesh remained still, simply listening carefully to each step that came closer and closer. And, as soon as they stopped, the behemoth made his move; he knew that as soon as the sounds stopped, Rook was about to strike. With an incredibly rapid spin of his body, Gilgamesh turned, twisting on his knee awkwardly as he pulled up both his right arms that were not being used for balance. His knees were screwed for sure, but he just hoped the attack would pay off...
Being much larger than Rook physically, he had a naturally longer reach. The attack was timed perfectly! Gilgamesh would strike horizontally across Rook's body as he came down, just before he was in range to attack himself. This was providing he didn't move. But while drifting through the air about to make his own attack, what chance was their of that? Slim at best. Aerial dodges are almost impossible when travelling towards the attacker. But could Rook pull one out of the air...?
A stuttered grunt escaped Rook's lips as he registered the motions Gilgamesh made. His Keyblade was over his head. That wouldn't work as a defensive measure now. So he delved deeper into the Darkness. Marluxia was certain to be somewhere, loving this. "Dark Guard!"
An wall of energy surrounded Rook, dark and shimmering slightly. He braced as the blades racked against the aura over his arms and stomach, a buzzing 'clang' sound echoing from the snug envelop the redhead had encased himself in. Instantly he could feel the sting of the blades, but there was no cut. The blow was softened, though he knew there would be a soreness in the effected areas in a short few moments.
In recoil, he was pushed back into the air a few feet, the Keyblade dropping from his hand and whirling across the arena. All the better, perhaps, as he looked down at the near-crippled giant below him. He had a superior firing position against his grounded foe, and what was more, the defensive blow has left him open. Once more with feeling... "GUARD LIGHT!" He fired.
