Drinking in Silence. [Kokuou/Aisha] Dec 6, 2013 2:32:01 GMT -5
Post by Atrum Buile on Dec 6, 2013 2:32:01 GMT -5
Atrum continually slammed his fist into his double, roaring angrily at the stubborn copy as they continued to fall into the darkness racing up to meet them. The holy Hells was up with this guy he was just ignoring the blows not budging an inch, Atrum knew he was hurting this faker so why wasn't he even flinching? Atrum felt a sour grin spread across his lips as the truth dawned on him, this double was quite the piece of work. Atrum could feel the inferno in his veins blaze to new heights, there was no way he was going to lose not this fight! Looking towards the cliff they duo had falling from he grinned glad the rock wall was still within reach, time to do something stupid! there was a sickening crunch as Atrum slamed his arm into the way suddenly stopping their momentum wrenching the double from Atrum giving him a rather impressive side of him falling end over end until his feet landed on the cliff side as if the world had rearranged itself so that the cliff was now the ground. This was interesting Atrum yanked his arm out of the cliff side standing up and looking at the broken mangled limb and laughed aloud.
"Oh Blazing Hells that's great!" Atrum shook his arm and found that it was perfectly usable this dream world, damage to his body didn't matter, the pain didn't matter. He just had to stay out of the creeping darkness and his opponent would be robbed of his victory, but why do that when he could win? Just as the thought passed through his mind his double was on him the surprised arrancar just barely catching his opponents Hands regaining his previous momentum. Atrum felt like he was being burned alive, why was he burning? Why was he in so much pain? He, was dying, but weren't they fixing him? He yanked the double towards him and smashed his head into it throwing the angering double to the ground. "It burns, damnit It burns!" He roared again his hands reaching up to his head as his own reishi fluctuated out of his control changing shape around him. What wee they doing to him? He needed it to stop now! The double not one to look a gift horse in the mouth stood up and approached the now freaking Atrum prepared to deliver a finishing blow. "It Burns!!"
Atrum's hand flashed faster than the double Atrum could react the original roaring and howling and tearing into the double, pushed forwards by the burning pain that suddenly afflicted him. Then, the pain was gone. well no that is not entirely correct it wasn't gone as much as it was replaced with darkness and a small searing pain in his gut and his gut alone. His sense slowly came back to him the scent of his own blood hammering into him violently, he felt sick something that just felt wrong to him. Atrum growled lowly trying to announce his rather shaky return to consciousness. Even if he wasn't fully aware of what was going on, he could tell something was happening things felt fundamentally different. Changed and rewritten. That pain in his gut was making it hard to focus on anything for very long, Atrum liked to think he could deal with pain. Unfortunately he was wholly unprepared for this and he could get his mind to focus enough to block it out. He tried moving his arms or legs but found to his infinite displeasure that they only responded to the rolling waves of pain that surged from his stomach area.
"Hel-" Atrum opened his mouth but barely managed a word much less his phrase, he growled angered by this weakness it was really pissing him off. "Hells it smells like you let me die in here." He growled out opening his eyes properly for the first time in a while, he had to keep himself focused and so far only getting pissed off about his situation seemed to give him that focus. Not that there was much point to it, it just allowed him to think clearer anger and Wrath were what he knew he could always rely on this part of himself even when the chips were down.