Battling Bullring (Gar Promotion)
Jan 14, 2017 4:00:33 GMT -6
Post by Gar on Jan 14, 2017 4:00:33 GMT -6
Another kick to the ribs. Gar was bloodied and battered by Bullring. He laid on the floor of the throne room, coughing and wheezing and struggling to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he began to question himself. What is this? Am I…? Am I this weak? Have I been this weak the whole damn time? Tears grew in the pirate’s eyes. They hurt. He hated crying, he hated weakness, powerlessness. His eyes were burning, they burned even worse than the brand that Bullring had placed on his hip.
Get the hell back up! Gar’s body wasn’t responding. He wanted to stand, he wanted to fight, he wanted to run, he wanted to do something, anything. But no, his limbs had lost their ability to function. Bullring approached, slowly, limping from his earlier wound. Damn it all! Gar clenched his teeth. He had faced impending doom before, but never had the stakes been so high. Hundreds of slaves and his crew, they would all be left behind. Gar felt he had failed them all. Tears began to fall from his eyes.
Bullring spoke while holding his devil’s axe. “I wancha to know sumtin before ya die.” Gar could hear what the brutish warrior was saying, but he wished he could just tune him out. “Ya woulda been rich. Ya coulda lived like a king. Ya know that?” Gar wanted nothing more than to shut the warrior’s mouth. But he still couldn’t move. “No. You’d rather die weepin’ like a peasant at the feet of a lord.” It was over. The battle was lost, after he had come so far. Gar closed his tear filled eyes. This is the end of me, the end of my story. Goodbye, Mom, Dad, Aeos, June. Everyone. I’m so sorry. Bullring stood over the pirate, raising his giant axe for the final blow. Bullring brought the axe down with such force it shook the throne room.
Gar didn’t feel the hit. There was no pain, no death where there should've been. He opened his eyes. The black axe was embedded within his chest, but he felt nothing. By all rights he should be dead. His eyes travelled up to see Bullring’s face. The warrior wore a shocked countenance. Blood spilled from the enemy’s nose. He coughed up the blood to join that which poured from his mouth.
Gar took this chance to struggle. He removed the black axe from his abdomen. There was no damage. What is this? Something to do with Sacrifice? Gar didn’t know what had happened. Gar flipped over, onto his stomach and he reached for Junzentaru. Bullring was still standing, the warrior prepared another strike against the pirate. Gar put all of his remaining strength into one last ditch effort. One last grasp at the holy axe’s handle. His fingers gripped Junzentaru. Light immediately flew through Gar’s arm. It was a different light. Not the typical glow that June gave off, it was focused, like a laser shooting from Gar’s shoulder, through his arm, toward the end of the throne room.
Get the hell back up! Gar’s body wasn’t responding. He wanted to stand, he wanted to fight, he wanted to run, he wanted to do something, anything. But no, his limbs had lost their ability to function. Bullring approached, slowly, limping from his earlier wound. Damn it all! Gar clenched his teeth. He had faced impending doom before, but never had the stakes been so high. Hundreds of slaves and his crew, they would all be left behind. Gar felt he had failed them all. Tears began to fall from his eyes.
Bullring spoke while holding his devil’s axe. “I wancha to know sumtin before ya die.” Gar could hear what the brutish warrior was saying, but he wished he could just tune him out. “Ya woulda been rich. Ya coulda lived like a king. Ya know that?” Gar wanted nothing more than to shut the warrior’s mouth. But he still couldn’t move. “No. You’d rather die weepin’ like a peasant at the feet of a lord.” It was over. The battle was lost, after he had come so far. Gar closed his tear filled eyes. This is the end of me, the end of my story. Goodbye, Mom, Dad, Aeos, June. Everyone. I’m so sorry. Bullring stood over the pirate, raising his giant axe for the final blow. Bullring brought the axe down with such force it shook the throne room.
Gar didn’t feel the hit. There was no pain, no death where there should've been. He opened his eyes. The black axe was embedded within his chest, but he felt nothing. By all rights he should be dead. His eyes travelled up to see Bullring’s face. The warrior wore a shocked countenance. Blood spilled from the enemy’s nose. He coughed up the blood to join that which poured from his mouth.
Gar took this chance to struggle. He removed the black axe from his abdomen. There was no damage. What is this? Something to do with Sacrifice? Gar didn’t know what had happened. Gar flipped over, onto his stomach and he reached for Junzentaru. Bullring was still standing, the warrior prepared another strike against the pirate. Gar put all of his remaining strength into one last ditch effort. One last grasp at the holy axe’s handle. His fingers gripped Junzentaru. Light immediately flew through Gar’s arm. It was a different light. Not the typical glow that June gave off, it was focused, like a laser shooting from Gar’s shoulder, through his arm, toward the end of the throne room.
Rise.
Gar’s body rose unnaturally. It wasn’t through the power of his own muscles, it was like he was being pulled upward, skyward.