Post by Dusty on Jan 25, 2022 23:28:25 GMT
Ringing.
Psi’s ears were ringing, from the rockets going off and the Smashers taunting - everything was too loud. Everything was boiling up, he couldn’t breathe. As Psi went fully against the Smasher, more of his power was revealed through the fires of the fight - buildings behind Psi crumbling and cracking apart, exploding from the sheer amount of energy he was throwing at the Smasher; all the while the Psker was sliding back, the floor being ripped up from under him. Everything around them would be ripped apart, everything; it was like two titans fighting… Except Psi wasn’t as large as the Smasher.
You’re not releasing enough energy. Do it now, output everything and you could stop all this!
This was it, wasn’t it? He needed to let it all out, there wasn’t time for a plan or some sneaky scheme - people were suffering, Psi needed to think of the greater good now. A concept lost on him a long time ago. It wasn’t about if he’d be found by the agency or not, it was the fact he’d be blamed either way. Both by the Agency, and by everyone here. He needed to do this. Three blocks, or the whole of the city.
Three blocks.
Or the entire city.
What a call to make, on the shoulders of someone who really wasn’t ready to make that choice. He wasn’t METTLE, he wasn’t Kore - he was just a stunted adult, he wasn’t capable of making such a choice. But he had to, if they couldn’t push him back it would be worse.
His would-be allies could survive it, they showed that they were far more capable than to lose to one thing such as him. A blast or two of psychic energy wouldn’t knock them out of the game, right? Psi wouldn’t end up hurting these people, right? These thoughts would race through his mind before the Smasher spoke.
“Subject - Psi.”
This… The Demon knew who he was. This demon knew who he was, and even used his name. This failed, disgraced lab experiment knew who he was just by looking at him. That was it. That's all it took. Suddenly refuelled with determination to rival the Smashers own, Psi dug his feet into the ground - reforced his position as he came to a halt, holding back the demon's jet engine rage and looked at the Demon right in the eyes; or whatever was left of them from his initial attack. Even as he was transforming, even when the missiles headed towards him.
“You think you know who I am - you think you can stop me…”
Output 40%.
Another step, this time gaining ground he just lost. The sheer force of this single step bouncing the missiles away from him towards the surrounding streets. As his own output reached 40%, buildings around the pair would start being ripped apart and then float behind him. It wasn’t about him just lifting things up anymore, anything around the two of them now was getting ripped apart to shreds. To think this demon was forcing Psi closer and closer towards the point of destroying everything he was trying to protect; this was getting out of control, if he kept increasing the output then… Well, whoever was left in those buildings might find themselves a part of Psi’s psychic storm.
“...You want more? Try. HARDER.”
The twisting and cracking of bone is heard as Psi would hold back the Tank with his hand, his human hand which barely kept the bladed plough in front of him at bay - the parasite on his arm changing and snapping at his bones. The bladed front of the demon dug into his shoulder - causing blood to pour down his shirt. All he had to do was hold it back for a few moments but it hurt, it hurt Psi a lot - the combined pain of being slashed and the rapid mutation of the Parasite. If he wasn’t so pumped with adrenaline, he would have passed out - mutation like this wasn’t supposed to happen this quickly but unfortunately time was something he didn’t have. He had forced the mutation, an adaptation that didn’t just deliver him pain it caused him to give a bit more to the parasite. A price he was willing to pay, he could reverse the effects over a month or two.
That blade should be able to cut through him. Put enough force behind it, and it’ll cleave him in half.
Blood would splatter unceremoniously onto the floor, before the parasite would open it’s many eyes to look at the Smasher; the side of Psi’s face replaced with inky darkness. It seeped into his eye, turning the whole eye black apart from the iris that burned a bright yellow. Blood would trickle from his eye as it was forcibly pushed aside for a moment to allow the parasite entrance. His parasitic arm was replaced with an incredibly long blade. Sharp, and deadly - fleshy but almost like metal. Almost. The screech it made when he slammed it down on the sharp blade of the trough; a twisted sword fight between a Demon and a Parasitic Psker.
The Psker himself would be struggling to keep on his legs, but he would suddenly spring up over on top of the tank, his blade arm pointing down to catch himself and cut at the top of the Techno Demon; using the adrenaline from this fight to keep himself on his feet. He couldn’t pass out now. Too much relied on him stopping the Smasher. Wildly, he would start slashing and wildly swinging his blade arm at the front and towards the smasher's head - a diversion really, for his real attack.
The pieces of building would replace where Psi stood, pushing back at the Smasher’s tank form with the same force. Trying to push him back, with Psi attached to the back of him swinging like a madman. Trying to fling them both into the orb.
“Here’s the fucking brickwork, COWARD.”
Psi’s ears were ringing, from the rockets going off and the Smashers taunting - everything was too loud. Everything was boiling up, he couldn’t breathe. As Psi went fully against the Smasher, more of his power was revealed through the fires of the fight - buildings behind Psi crumbling and cracking apart, exploding from the sheer amount of energy he was throwing at the Smasher; all the while the Psker was sliding back, the floor being ripped up from under him. Everything around them would be ripped apart, everything; it was like two titans fighting… Except Psi wasn’t as large as the Smasher.
You’re not releasing enough energy. Do it now, output everything and you could stop all this!
This was it, wasn’t it? He needed to let it all out, there wasn’t time for a plan or some sneaky scheme - people were suffering, Psi needed to think of the greater good now. A concept lost on him a long time ago. It wasn’t about if he’d be found by the agency or not, it was the fact he’d be blamed either way. Both by the Agency, and by everyone here. He needed to do this. Three blocks, or the whole of the city.
Three blocks.
Or the entire city.
What a call to make, on the shoulders of someone who really wasn’t ready to make that choice. He wasn’t METTLE, he wasn’t Kore - he was just a stunted adult, he wasn’t capable of making such a choice. But he had to, if they couldn’t push him back it would be worse.
His would-be allies could survive it, they showed that they were far more capable than to lose to one thing such as him. A blast or two of psychic energy wouldn’t knock them out of the game, right? Psi wouldn’t end up hurting these people, right? These thoughts would race through his mind before the Smasher spoke.
“Subject - Psi.”
This… The Demon knew who he was. This demon knew who he was, and even used his name. This failed, disgraced lab experiment knew who he was just by looking at him. That was it. That's all it took. Suddenly refuelled with determination to rival the Smashers own, Psi dug his feet into the ground - reforced his position as he came to a halt, holding back the demon's jet engine rage and looked at the Demon right in the eyes; or whatever was left of them from his initial attack. Even as he was transforming, even when the missiles headed towards him.
“You think you know who I am - you think you can stop me…”
Output 40%.
Another step, this time gaining ground he just lost. The sheer force of this single step bouncing the missiles away from him towards the surrounding streets. As his own output reached 40%, buildings around the pair would start being ripped apart and then float behind him. It wasn’t about him just lifting things up anymore, anything around the two of them now was getting ripped apart to shreds. To think this demon was forcing Psi closer and closer towards the point of destroying everything he was trying to protect; this was getting out of control, if he kept increasing the output then… Well, whoever was left in those buildings might find themselves a part of Psi’s psychic storm.
“...You want more? Try. HARDER.”
The twisting and cracking of bone is heard as Psi would hold back the Tank with his hand, his human hand which barely kept the bladed plough in front of him at bay - the parasite on his arm changing and snapping at his bones. The bladed front of the demon dug into his shoulder - causing blood to pour down his shirt. All he had to do was hold it back for a few moments but it hurt, it hurt Psi a lot - the combined pain of being slashed and the rapid mutation of the Parasite. If he wasn’t so pumped with adrenaline, he would have passed out - mutation like this wasn’t supposed to happen this quickly but unfortunately time was something he didn’t have. He had forced the mutation, an adaptation that didn’t just deliver him pain it caused him to give a bit more to the parasite. A price he was willing to pay, he could reverse the effects over a month or two.
That blade should be able to cut through him. Put enough force behind it, and it’ll cleave him in half.
Blood would splatter unceremoniously onto the floor, before the parasite would open it’s many eyes to look at the Smasher; the side of Psi’s face replaced with inky darkness. It seeped into his eye, turning the whole eye black apart from the iris that burned a bright yellow. Blood would trickle from his eye as it was forcibly pushed aside for a moment to allow the parasite entrance. His parasitic arm was replaced with an incredibly long blade. Sharp, and deadly - fleshy but almost like metal. Almost. The screech it made when he slammed it down on the sharp blade of the trough; a twisted sword fight between a Demon and a Parasitic Psker.
The Psker himself would be struggling to keep on his legs, but he would suddenly spring up over on top of the tank, his blade arm pointing down to catch himself and cut at the top of the Techno Demon; using the adrenaline from this fight to keep himself on his feet. He couldn’t pass out now. Too much relied on him stopping the Smasher. Wildly, he would start slashing and wildly swinging his blade arm at the front and towards the smasher's head - a diversion really, for his real attack.
The pieces of building would replace where Psi stood, pushing back at the Smasher’s tank form with the same force. Trying to push him back, with Psi attached to the back of him swinging like a madman. Trying to fling them both into the orb.
“Here’s the fucking brickwork, COWARD.”