Claude's body grew tense as Guy approached Sync to give what should have been the final blow to this whole nightmare. Bleeding and battered on the ground like that, the replica looked pitiful. Normally he would have been glad to provide some assistance, but it looked like Guy had things covered. He was satisfied to leave things at that if it meant putting an end to Sync's sick games.
Really, the battle couldn't have ended soon enough. Claude's eyes were drawn to the bloody wound in Guy's stomach. (Had that been a result of one of his bouts of hesitation? He hoped not.) By now he looked like he was on the verge of collapse himself, and Claude was anxious to get him healed before he wound up losing someone else tonight.
But just as he was about to jam the blade into Sync's chest -- just as it was about to end -- the unthinkable happened.
"Guy!" he gasped as his friend's sword clattered to the ground. Claude barely had any time to react beyond that, for within a split second Sync, powered by whatever fonons he'd managed to control, had managed to unleash a barrage of high-powered punches and kicks against Guy's already battered body. Stunned, he was helpless to do anything as he was forced to watch his friend be tossed around the air as if he were nothing, only to collapse onto the ground like a broken toy.
Even from a distance, it was obvious Guy could barely move. He was losing!
No, even worse than that. He was about to get killed.
That realization struck Claude deep into his core. Suddenly it was hard to breathe, but that didn't stop Claude from grasping his dropped sword and springing up from where he'd been crouching near Dias' corpse.
Claude didn't get far before his body collided against the invisible barrier that had been separating them this whole time. Giving a grunt between his clenched teeth, he stumbled back. Was there really nothing he could do?!
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Re: Coliseum Floor - South
Really, the battle couldn't have ended soon enough. Claude's eyes were drawn to the bloody wound in Guy's stomach. (Had that been a result of one of his bouts of hesitation? He hoped not.) By now he looked like he was on the verge of collapse himself, and Claude was anxious to get him healed before he wound up losing someone else tonight.
But just as he was about to jam the blade into Sync's chest -- just as it was about to end -- the unthinkable happened.
"Guy!" he gasped as his friend's sword clattered to the ground. Claude barely had any time to react beyond that, for within a split second Sync, powered by whatever fonons he'd managed to control, had managed to unleash a barrage of high-powered punches and kicks against Guy's already battered body. Stunned, he was helpless to do anything as he was forced to watch his friend be tossed around the air as if he were nothing, only to collapse onto the ground like a broken toy.
Even from a distance, it was obvious Guy could barely move. He was losing!
No, even worse than that. He was about to get killed.
That realization struck Claude deep into his core. Suddenly it was hard to breathe, but that didn't stop Claude from grasping his dropped sword and springing up from where he'd been crouching near Dias' corpse.
Claude didn't get far before his body collided against the invisible barrier that had been separating them this whole time. Giving a grunt between his clenched teeth, he stumbled back. Was there really nothing he could do?!
((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/744481.html?thread=61070369#t61070369).))