forum Atlantic Rim // One-on-One // Closed

Started May 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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Cassie did exactly that, and the spike started to give, not quite breaking just yet. "Snap it off! Like a carrot top!"

It was too late, as Titan reached up and grabbed them by the face, launching them off his back. They landed on the ground with a BOKNSKLHBK!, stumbling for a few 10 meters before coming to a rest.
"Ow." pretty much summed up the situation for the two.

Up. Up up up, we have to get UP. Cassie's mind repeated like a mantra, as she struggled to regain her breath after the wind had been knocked out of them. Everything hurt, that was for sure.

Duncan shook his head like dog that was hit on the nose as Titan pinned their shoulders to the ground, rearing a fist back and slamming it down on their face. A huge dent was made in the front of Alabama from the impact.

Cassie half expected to be spitting up blood from the hit, flashing through every fight she'd been in for some sort of idea. "Uppercut, the underside of it's jaw!"

The only part of its body that isn't armored. Duncan grunted as they slammed a clenched LEGO claw into the soft tissue on the underside of Titan's jaw.

The Kaiju was knocked back, making it easy for them to shove it off and stand. They were slower, obviously, getting to their feet, but they were back up. And that was what mattered. "Let's end this."

"How, exactly? We can't just Muda Muda this thing off the face of the Earth."
(Jojo's Bizarre Adventure's reference)

"Whatever the hell that means." Cassie forced herself to think, eyes scanned the Titan for any weak spots. "Does his belly look soft? If we open a hand and hit hard enough, y'think we can puncture?"

He shook his head as the Kaiju began circling them. "No, if the tree couldn't even make a scratch, we won't do much, either. However, the base of its neck…" A shared thought passed between them.

((Pls tell me it's something simple enough for a dumbass like me to get))

"Snap crackle pop, bitch." Cassie said, her wicked grin returning."Y'know, somebody really should build a shiv for these things."

"We'll talk to the nerd when we get back." They turned to Titan, Al's right hand opening up while the left stayed clenched.

(Grab the fucker by the face and shove their hand through its neck, imao)

((You have no idea how glad I am you cleared that up sksksk. Also, just lemme know if I'm fucking up badly))

"What would we do without 'em." Punch, grab, jab. Played on repeat through their minds, courtesy of Cassie trying not to suddenly forget everything. The Kaiju lunged at them suddenly, probably attempting to catch them off guard, and they swung, catching it's jaw.

The open claw clamped down over Titan's muzzle and jerked it head up. Their left hand opened int he blink of an eye, jamming wrist deep into the exposed section of its neck.

It was a sickening sound, one that very well would have made most people sick. Cassie's grin just sharpened as Al's hand twisted, for good measure.

Titan thrashed for a few moments in their grasp weakly, so for good measure they gripped onto the thing's spine and ripped out a full section of the bone out with a jerk. They let the body fall limply at Al's feet and let out a collective sigh.
"Catch that, Brooks?" Duncan asked.
"Yep. We have the heli's on their way to pick you up again. Good job, you two. Give Al a kiss for me."
Duncan snorted. "Sergeant Duncan Wilcox out."

"Why do those always end up cutting so close?" Cassie mused, squinting at nothing in particular. "And why do they always make me hungry."

He looked over at her. "I'm gonna turn off the brain bridge, alright? I wanna get out of this damn thing."

"Oh, thank god. I can only handle so much o' this." She wrinkled her nose, but waggled her eyebrows at him.

He stuck his tongue out at her as he flipped the switch on the control panel. "Asshat."

"But you loove meee~" She sang, just tired enough that the disorientation wasn't as bad.

"Yes, sadly, I do." He disconnected from the controls and pulled the helmet off, chucking it across the cockpit. His shock of brown hair was so damp with sweat it fell limply across his forehead as he leaned against the dent in Al's head. "I need a fucking hug."