Post by Derry on Apr 30, 2021 20:22:04 GMT -5
The mighty dragon roared in pain as Derry hops off of his thick skull and attempts to break his fall by shooting out jets of flames to slow down his approach. It somewhat worked, and though Derry's knees feel like they could burst at any moment, at least they weren't blown out just yet. Getting his knees this badly injured when he was only thirty two wasn't exactly a very good thing once he starts getting older and the doctor wonders just what he was doing. That didn't really matter now since he's clearly pissed off the dragon to the point, though the roar wasn't exaclty helping as he felt as if he was vibrating constantly. That can't be good for his knees either.
He presses his hands onto his knees and catches his breath after shooting his own flames out of his mouth. Though he can't get burned by his own flames, using something as intense as his ultimate technique does take quite a bit of energy out of the crime boss. He wipes his face and looks back up at Slayg, still roaring in pain and still making Derry shake. It was nice seeing a real bastard like him get torched by fire of all things. He cups his hands and shouts to the beast, "That right there is the thing 'bout my flames: I don't care if you can resist fire or not. I see it as a challenge."
With a little break in their fight, Derry enters a defensive stance and raises both of his arms up to partially cover his face. He shouts to the dragon, "Ya feel like givin' in now? 'Cause to be honest, I ain't lookin' to slay no dragon today. Nah, hurtin' is a bit more o' my style. So long as ya stay the fuck away from my Dirty Snakes, you get to live. How 'bout it?" He wasn't entirely sure if the dragon would be so willing to surrender, but Derry could at least try to see if he was willing to cooperate right now, though given the amount of pain Slayg is feeling right now, he might not heed his words.
He presses his hands onto his knees and catches his breath after shooting his own flames out of his mouth. Though he can't get burned by his own flames, using something as intense as his ultimate technique does take quite a bit of energy out of the crime boss. He wipes his face and looks back up at Slayg, still roaring in pain and still making Derry shake. It was nice seeing a real bastard like him get torched by fire of all things. He cups his hands and shouts to the beast, "That right there is the thing 'bout my flames: I don't care if you can resist fire or not. I see it as a challenge."
With a little break in their fight, Derry enters a defensive stance and raises both of his arms up to partially cover his face. He shouts to the dragon, "Ya feel like givin' in now? 'Cause to be honest, I ain't lookin' to slay no dragon today. Nah, hurtin' is a bit more o' my style. So long as ya stay the fuck away from my Dirty Snakes, you get to live. How 'bout it?" He wasn't entirely sure if the dragon would be so willing to surrender, but Derry could at least try to see if he was willing to cooperate right now, though given the amount of pain Slayg is feeling right now, he might not heed his words.
KP: 4/6
MP: 2/6
PL: 40,000
Damage: 56/250
Word Count: 378
MP: 2/6
PL: 40,000
Damage: 56/250
Word Count: 378