by Clint M. on Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:20 pm
Shin was, for a lack of a better word, a fool. Regardless if he could of taken Jasper down or not, he should have taken the chance. The two combatants were gambling, their lives the bet and prize. There was no room for pity; no room for mercy. Honor was to be tossed to the wind.
Jasper, it seemed, was trapped in the suffocating shell of metal. Gradually the shield expanded, growing just as the beast within until after some minutes the bubble would pop like a peice of bubblegum. Liquid-steel would splatter and stain the earth's surface in all directions. As soon as this occurred, it began to draw back toward its origin while in the center of it all, the Gaijin stood.
Stacked at nine feet and nine inches tall and built into nine-hundred pounds of muscle. Glistening black fur had spread across its body, razor-sharp claws attaching themselves to large hands and feet. Jasper's eyes had been painted gold with dilated specks of black as pupils. His nose and mouth replaced by a wolf's mussle, a brigade of teeth with tips like knives set into place. His ears had left the sides of his head, crowning either side at the top of his head.
The beast had awakened.
The Gaijin needed no time to find his partner, seeing him waiting some distance away. On impulse, Jasper's spine lined-up as nostrils flared and a deep breath was sucked up. While his right hand still clasped the hilt of the detached blade, his left hand opened and bent its fingers as if ready to ribbon Shin if he strayed too close. When his lungs were full, he bent forward and bellied a dragon-like roar. The lycan was ready to defend itself.
The tone of Jasper's voice was deadly, and the earth expressed this as it shook. If the sound of his roar had met Shin, powerful wavelengths held the strength to shatter bone. If heard, eardrums were subject to burst while nausea and an unbalanced equibrilium was likely to occur. Behind the werewolf, the tree began to collapse. Had Jasper not unleashed his battlecry, the thousand sounds of breaking glass would pierce the air like a lightning bolt. The tree's branches shook violently into dust, immediately caught in the smooth breeze, sailing away while its trunk broke apart as shards and peices. The spell was broken. However, where ambient energy once was drawn to the crystal tree, now moved and centered where the grass had been precisely picked.
While everything in effect shuddered submissively at the sound of the lycan's voice, the mercurial metal of Jasper's sword had finished collecting, having attached itself to the hilt in the Gaijin's hand. While the sword had normally looked oversized and overweight for Jasper as a man, it seemed too small even for him now. His roar would cease and Jasper would wait with the collapsed tree in ruin at his backside.
Edit: Changed wording of various sections of post.