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Gage gave a triumphant laugh, finally releasing Julius from his prison of torment. Slowly, he backed away, giving his opponent space to move, as if he were going anywhere. But he did; Julius climbed to his feet again, even after the brutal attack that Gage had unleashed on him. The orbs on his palms steamed, the heat burning his flesh. Yet he didn’t notice, for he was too amazed at the sight of his opponent standing at this point; the only one to have ever gotten up after being shot down by his plasma.
"Watch closely, you'll never see this again." The man threatened Gage, as if his life were to end within a few seconds time. He formed a small blue sphere on his fingertips, giving Gage a cold stare. Gage, in return, gave the man a neurotic look, as his blood began to boil. His look of agitation soon changed to utter disbelief, as the insane man before him chopped off his hand, tossing it to the blue sphere that had been lingering in mid-air. The second the hand collided with the dark magical ball, a swarm of insects exploded on top of him, every single one clinging to his flesh and clothes.
He fell to his knees, as an attack that lasted only a few moments seemed to drag on for an eternity, torturing every part of his physical and mental being. He felt his skin being literally torn from his bones, as the massive swarm consumed him. Finally, he decided to do something about it. He let out a wicked scream, as his body bulged and erupted at every single pour, spilling liquid metal onto his exterior, engulfing every single insect. He fell even closer to the ground, planting one hand on the arena floor to keep himself from passing out from the pain. With yet another shrill of pain, Gage flung himself back up, as the liquid metal solidified, as several hundred loud crunches were heard in unison; each bug meeting its demise.
The metal turned liquid once more, melting off of him as if he were a plague. But what was underneath was not much more than that; Gage’s entire body was bleeding profusely, and his clothes were tattered and destroyed. He tried to stand, but it did no good. He felt his consciousness slipping. Nevertheless, he struggled to hold on. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a zippo, lighting up the long, cancerous stick and puffing on it. He sighed, dropping the zippo to the ground, as he started to fall forwards…then the voice struck him once more.
“You strong?”
With energy that Gage did not even realize he possessed, he jumped back to his feet and quickly withdrew “Deke and Sowms,” pointing them directly at Julius. His thoughts raced, as he realized that if this did not work, he may very well be out of the fight. But he held onto his hope, as well as his guns. He felt his grip tighten, almost uncontrollably, the sights aiming towards his opponent’s chest. He closed his eyes, muttering a prayer before unloading each clip towards Julius…
(OoC: Hopefully that wasn’t illegal…if it was, then I can either edit it or if you wanted to just disregard the post…yeah…Well let me know.)
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