Gothra Versus Mr. Giggles

[cyrix_gothra07]

This fight has already been established.

Style: T1 Freestyle
Setting: Wide-open Field, almost unlimited
Weather: Sunny, about 78 degrees.



Everyone likes to bleed sometime, especially if you're well-deserved of the action. Tiny beings do not comprehend the horror of Blood Farming, and that was what made Gothra smirk in episodes of arrogance and disbelief. A cold and calculating individual could not fight with more perserverance, patience and skill. He only rivaled his master Benaires, but surely with more of a stoic style of defending himself.

The sun's light cascaded down upon the battle area, riddled with green grass, trees and the like. A smirk would take substance on Gortha's face; who in the hell would dare to face the fantastic and mysterious powers of the Hourgalsss of Conformance? Most of his competitors laughed at the thought of a vampire from another plane carry around a 4-foot tall Hourglass and only wear sandals, a white shirt and loose-fitting jeans?

It was only a mater of a few clicks on the clock that this "Clown" would show itself to be claimed for whatever blood it had.

Arms folded, head down to the ground in deep thought, Cyrix Tepes Gothra, age of unknown certainty, patiently awaited the opponent. The slaughter could begin or would he BE conquered this time?

[the_jokes_on_you]

The field seemed somehow bleak. Boring, it was as if lightning had flashed. The very calmness of the place and the Vampires presence even still felt some what peaceful. It all happened in a flash of light and smoke, his appearance within this strange place. Where the grass looked as if it was spray painted on, and the tree's were so dull, it was as if they were made of cardboard. His gaze would lift upward toward thy creature of misfortune. That hour glass, it was a very grand weapon. And its powers would most definably be a good addition to his already slightly altered powers.

He looked like a complete freak. Nah forget the freak, he looked like misfit nature here on this landscape. His face, drenched in a pale white that seemed to be have just poured onto his face. His lips were pealed backward, torn from the very ligaments and other special qualities that normal people get to enjoy. His head tilted slightly to the side, purple swirls filled his orifices. Seemingly, he carried no weapons. He was stuck in a straight jacket, and he wasn't even wearing shoes! That laughter began to ring from his form. He could smell, the blood upon this creature.

This wasn't no country life bull shit! He came here to fight with the vampire. "So, what up man? You wanna do this like men? Or play a little...?" He asked, his head still twisted with those strange orifices still looked like they were tainted with something much, much deeper.

[cyrix_gothra07]

The sleek and slender form of the Blood Farmer made things look easy; he couldn't not distinguish pain from pleasure on a physical level.

Taking two steps forward, Gothra was to raise his head, perking forward into a slight hint of a smile.

"I cannot believe that you would dare to take on a Blood Farmer. The mere suggestion is, if at all plausible. I would allow for you to make your first set of attacks. But, you should be forewarned; I do not lose."

[the_jokes_on_you]

He thought back on the bitch from the night before. A hooker and some vodka, mixed with a bit of Cronic. The next thing that happened was the mutilation of the bitch out under the moonlight. Screaming and chopping, her body was diced into shreds. He kept her head, it was hidden somewhere among his form. Perhaps hanging from some of the chains? That smirk grew a little larger as he took a step toward the man. He loved severed heads, they were so useful for just about anything. Kissing, giving head, using as portable missile launchers.

 The truth be told, this guy was already having an anxiety attack. Within his mind, that crazy bitch of a witch was telling him the truth about life. She had jumped on his back that night, Staring into a mirror he had seen her. He had fallen in love with this one girl, but the next thing you know. The witch is making the fool chew her arm off, letting the blood cover his body. He still wore her blood on his cloths, the witch was starting to grow off of his back. Her laughter, growing ever louder in his mind.

 She taught him how to cut up a body, but that wouldn't matter much after all, in this moment. The first thing to do was murder this guy. Dude was old as a mother fucker. It didn't take long for the witch to use just a small fraction of her power. Something strange began to happen. The very grassy plain's seemed to shift slightly, and a coffin was rising from the ground in front of the clown. He carried a knife on his form, hidden inside of his pants somewhere. If only he could get his arms free of the straight jacket.

 But in this moment, the coffin had risen at least six feet out of the ground. Just chillin with the base on the ground, the coffin doors opened. And inside remained a corpse, so fresh. It still had maggots falling out of its mouth and eyes. The clown leaped upon the top of the coffin. And within that moment, the zombie within it began to walk out. Heading toward the Vampire. Strange neon green pentagrams remained among the zombies body. Its eyes were sparking with neon green plasmatic energies. "Hahahahhaha, what does a Zombie and Blond have in common?" He scream out, the jokes were racing from this Vampire hunter as the Zombie stumbled and drooled its way across the grassy feild toward the blood farmer.

[cyrix_gothra07]

"This is very entertaining. Most likely I'll have to collect the energies being emitted from this individual. Very well.... Hero or Villain, Lad or Lass, all will answer to the Hourglass!!"

Gothra closed his eyes, lowering his head, left arm raised up fully with the Hourglass of Conformance in hand. The sick laughters inside of his mind were echoing loudly, almost ebbing in the flow of sadistic energies.

A glow of black begn to pour from the Hourglasss itself, shooting towards this zombie-bitch, only to stop, pooling up only a few feet from where the zombie was walking.

Gothra then opened his eyes, lowering the arm of left.

He seemed to be quite interested in seeing what kind of power this clown had.
The next set of events would nly be skillyfully carried out IF this zombie was dumb enugh to walk right into the black pool.

[the_jokes_on_you]

The joker stared upon this freak show. Wicked and demented, the strange zombie corpse walked straight into the black puddle of ooze. Laughter filled the air behind it, as Mister Giggliz stared on. Eyes held only one emotion, the emotion of a crazed special, clown maniac. He didn't do much more, as the witch whispered into his ear. Laughing and giggling all along the way.

 He brought forth trouble in some more moderate ways. He was here to turn this thug into a ghost. A hatchet attack, a few hacks that would soon chop off this foolish vampire at the neck. "Something special comes this way for you, in yo face!" he spoke as he took another step. The zombie took the black puddle on as if she was a whore ready to embark on some pornography act. Just too make a quick buck.

 He laughed like a hideous freak show. A bunch of shit had happened since last he showed his face around here. And only now did the witch give him that something special that he was waiting for, no it wasn't a flying guillotine. It was time to wake the dead, and it wouldn't take too long for them to rise up and get ready to show this foolish time keeper, that not all creatures are bound by such trivial things. Staring across the field, that grin never simmered out.

 It was clear, as that homicidal laughter rang out. And his body did the super man, the zombie slide was at hand. The zombie bitch stepped into the black puddle. And only now did he laugh and grin to the heaviest pace. "Are you ready for the break down ya ol' motha fucka!" He pointed across the field. "Time for the Zombie slide!" HE grinned so diabolically. It was clear there was a plan behind his turmoil. "You ready to wake the dead?!"

[Princeben07]

Mr. Giggles wins by default. Incorrect post from Gothra.