- Joined
- Aug 15, 2018
- Messages
- 211
- Awards
- 8
- Essence
- €24,920
- Coin
- ₡46,518
- Tokens
- 65
- World
- Kraw
- Profile
- Click Here
Flavor smashed a kick into the zombified Superman’s head, interrupting his bull rush. The blessed talisman glowed with a bright light as electricity surged through the power suit and arced through the zombie’s body to knock him back a good dozen feet, or so.
“Phew…” the Fusion grimaced, shaking off her foot. Even the Kryptonian’s head felt like kicking a wall of granite, despite the Power Suit’s protection, and she felt lucky she was born without the ability to really feel pain.
Still felt weird though, and Flavor stuck out her tongue as the two broke from the furious combat for a moment. Zuperman studied her with his undead eyes, looking for her next weak point like a hungry, hateful predator. He viewed her not as a being, but as beef. Meat.
Flavor studied Zuperman too, as something important came to mind.
“Oh! I am so sorry!” she called out, giving an exaggerated bow as she allowed herself to drop to the ground, slowly floating down onto her heels. “Should introduce myself to my last dance partner. I am - The Princess of Flavor. You can call me Flavor. Or Princess Flavor. You’re just going to call me ‘soul’ because you’re a horrible psycho that’s eaten Superman’s, I know. But it’s important!”
Zuperman, whatever he was, didn’t respond with words. He responded with blazing red beams of heat that left Flavor running on her feet, firing back with a barrage of lasers and bullets. Most of them hit the mark, punching little dents into the super-flesh as he turned into the world’s smelliest laser turret, leaving a trail of melted steel bubbling in his wake.
She couldn’t outrun it forever - so instead, she stepped through the shadows. She reappeared right in front of the Man of Steel with an inferno dancing in her maw, enhanced by her talisman with lightning as she unleashed an almighty burp of scorching electricity that knocked the Man of Steel into the dirt in a thunderous cascade. The heat beam was sent careening off to parts unknown as Flavor gasped for air.
She’d knocked him down - again - but that was it. The Man of Steel had left bruises across her body with every graze and dodge, and, well, the employees had left some marks of their own. She was fast enough to keep anything big from hitting, and had stamina for days, but this was fast approaching the immovable object facing the unstoppable force - and while she was able to take a beating, eventually, the unstoppable force was going to move her.
The Fusion’s ponderance was interrupted by the unceasing flow of combat, as Superman pulled himself up to his feet wordlessly, before bursting forward with ridiculous levels of speed. Flavor was quick enough to jump out of the way, but his hand reached out to grab her leg, and the Fusion yelped as the Kryptonian slammed her into the ground with one hand, leaving a crater that sent a shockwave reverberating across her body. Twisting like a fish in his grip, Flavor barely dodged a barrage of stabs, as Soul Edge hungrily impaled the ground beneath her, searching for her flesh and leaving a quartet of grooves in the earth.
An inhuman growl tore from Superman’s throat as frustration shone on his undead face, before chucking Flavor to the floor, sending her flying the length of a football field.
A cut scored across her cheek as she felt herself hit multiple scraps of metal, colliding with the remains of The Chorus.
“Hey…sorry, buddy.” Flavor stammered. Her friend was more or less in the same condition she left him - until she noticed something small, shiny and orange shining in the wreckage of her friend.
“Right! The balls.” Flavor murmured, staring at the little things. The Chorus found them very important, she remembered, though she wasn’t exactly sure why.
Stumbling to her feet, she grabbed the set of five up just as the zombified blur entered the fray… and stopped.
Superman’s form stared emotionlessly as she picked up Chorus’s balls. The look made Flavor nervous. Surely, he didn’t know what they were for?
The lifeless Clark’s neck bent, cracking and pushing beyond human limits to its left as he viewed the balls, a horrifying rictus of a smile appearing on his face. A visage of greed that its original owner would never have shown.
“All of your souls… will be mine…”
It was then that Flavor saw the slit eye on Soul Edge’s blade, felt the danger wafting from it, and something primal struck her. Amidst all her instincts, something was warning her to keep the balls from being used by this, this, thing!
Flavor planted her feet, placing the orange orbs into the belt pouch she’d taken from Vitallion earlier, then bracing herself as she focused all of her attention back onto Superman.
It might’ve been wishful thinking, or just childish whimsy. Maybe it was something else… but as her body tensed, and she slipped the Emperor back into her hands with a graceful spin, she felt determination enter her veins.
Whether ordained by fate, or just herself, some part of her knew she had found her destiny!
In the midst of this death tournament, she would keep these balls out of the hands of this monster. Everything she’d become up to this point was for this moment.
Her opponent was a monster - but she was one hell of a monster herself! Which meant she might be one of the only people here with a chance to end this freak’s reign of terror! In this case, Flavor was not a general, nor a warrior, and not an assassin. Flavor was….
Flavor was the hero of Deathgame. No, with the danger this freak might pose, this wasn’t just about Deathgame anymore.
In this moment, she was the hero of the Crossroads, saving them from the brutal destruction this abomination might bring! He was a threat to everything the living friendship cared about, and while she knew the task was thankless, what a role to take at the very end!
“Heh… all of our souls?”
Flavor dug in her heels as she readied to dash.
“Not while The Princess of Flavor is still standing!”
“Phew…” the Fusion grimaced, shaking off her foot. Even the Kryptonian’s head felt like kicking a wall of granite, despite the Power Suit’s protection, and she felt lucky she was born without the ability to really feel pain.
Still felt weird though, and Flavor stuck out her tongue as the two broke from the furious combat for a moment. Zuperman studied her with his undead eyes, looking for her next weak point like a hungry, hateful predator. He viewed her not as a being, but as beef. Meat.
Flavor studied Zuperman too, as something important came to mind.
“Oh! I am so sorry!” she called out, giving an exaggerated bow as she allowed herself to drop to the ground, slowly floating down onto her heels. “Should introduce myself to my last dance partner. I am - The Princess of Flavor. You can call me Flavor. Or Princess Flavor. You’re just going to call me ‘soul’ because you’re a horrible psycho that’s eaten Superman’s, I know. But it’s important!”
Zuperman, whatever he was, didn’t respond with words. He responded with blazing red beams of heat that left Flavor running on her feet, firing back with a barrage of lasers and bullets. Most of them hit the mark, punching little dents into the super-flesh as he turned into the world’s smelliest laser turret, leaving a trail of melted steel bubbling in his wake.
She couldn’t outrun it forever - so instead, she stepped through the shadows. She reappeared right in front of the Man of Steel with an inferno dancing in her maw, enhanced by her talisman with lightning as she unleashed an almighty burp of scorching electricity that knocked the Man of Steel into the dirt in a thunderous cascade. The heat beam was sent careening off to parts unknown as Flavor gasped for air.
She’d knocked him down - again - but that was it. The Man of Steel had left bruises across her body with every graze and dodge, and, well, the employees had left some marks of their own. She was fast enough to keep anything big from hitting, and had stamina for days, but this was fast approaching the immovable object facing the unstoppable force - and while she was able to take a beating, eventually, the unstoppable force was going to move her.
The Fusion’s ponderance was interrupted by the unceasing flow of combat, as Superman pulled himself up to his feet wordlessly, before bursting forward with ridiculous levels of speed. Flavor was quick enough to jump out of the way, but his hand reached out to grab her leg, and the Fusion yelped as the Kryptonian slammed her into the ground with one hand, leaving a crater that sent a shockwave reverberating across her body. Twisting like a fish in his grip, Flavor barely dodged a barrage of stabs, as Soul Edge hungrily impaled the ground beneath her, searching for her flesh and leaving a quartet of grooves in the earth.
An inhuman growl tore from Superman’s throat as frustration shone on his undead face, before chucking Flavor to the floor, sending her flying the length of a football field.
A cut scored across her cheek as she felt herself hit multiple scraps of metal, colliding with the remains of The Chorus.
“Hey…sorry, buddy.” Flavor stammered. Her friend was more or less in the same condition she left him - until she noticed something small, shiny and orange shining in the wreckage of her friend.
“Right! The balls.” Flavor murmured, staring at the little things. The Chorus found them very important, she remembered, though she wasn’t exactly sure why.
Stumbling to her feet, she grabbed the set of five up just as the zombified blur entered the fray… and stopped.
Superman’s form stared emotionlessly as she picked up Chorus’s balls. The look made Flavor nervous. Surely, he didn’t know what they were for?
The lifeless Clark’s neck bent, cracking and pushing beyond human limits to its left as he viewed the balls, a horrifying rictus of a smile appearing on his face. A visage of greed that its original owner would never have shown.
“All of your souls… will be mine…”
It was then that Flavor saw the slit eye on Soul Edge’s blade, felt the danger wafting from it, and something primal struck her. Amidst all her instincts, something was warning her to keep the balls from being used by this, this, thing!
Flavor planted her feet, placing the orange orbs into the belt pouch she’d taken from Vitallion earlier, then bracing herself as she focused all of her attention back onto Superman.
It might’ve been wishful thinking, or just childish whimsy. Maybe it was something else… but as her body tensed, and she slipped the Emperor back into her hands with a graceful spin, she felt determination enter her veins.
Whether ordained by fate, or just herself, some part of her knew she had found her destiny!
In the midst of this death tournament, she would keep these balls out of the hands of this monster. Everything she’d become up to this point was for this moment.
Her opponent was a monster - but she was one hell of a monster herself! Which meant she might be one of the only people here with a chance to end this freak’s reign of terror! In this case, Flavor was not a general, nor a warrior, and not an assassin. Flavor was….
Flavor was the hero of Deathgame. No, with the danger this freak might pose, this wasn’t just about Deathgame anymore.
In this moment, she was the hero of the Crossroads, saving them from the brutal destruction this abomination might bring! He was a threat to everything the living friendship cared about, and while she knew the task was thankless, what a role to take at the very end!
“Heh… all of our souls?”
Flavor dug in her heels as she readied to dash.
“Not while The Princess of Flavor is still standing!”
Last edited: