((Of course I don’t mind. Followed!))
I’d heard plenty about him, but the tales never mentioned his manic grin. Just a cruel sense of humour, a distaste in anything that wasn’t destructive, and a wicked proficiency with his energy scythe.
The look on his face thoroughly disturbed me. It seemed like a physical embodiment of rage, and hunger for battle. Was I like that, once? Was I that obsessed, to border on insanity?
No time for doubts now. He was playing for keeps, and I knew he’d kill me, given the chance. No holding back, then.
Noticing that his scythe could also be used for defensive purposes, based on its material, I had an idea. Firing off a volley of dual energy shots at him with both busters, I prepared to dodge should he move towards me.
Prometheus breaks into a run, dashing out around from his left, pushing for only a quarter or a circle to get around the first shots.
Moves first. Doesn’t waste time. After all the insects I’ve fought, its a little refreshing to see someone so willing to die like a champ instead of a loser.
Lips still crack wide in a grin, he keeps low to the ground before pulling his circle in tighter to dash in toward Fefnir; swinging his blade wide and low horizontally.
You’ll fire…let’s see how you run! Let’s see if you’ll just turn your back; even for a second!
He dodged the shots with ease. Joy. Now I have to play my prediction game. It was actually nice to think a bit while fighting, instead of just mindlessly carving through Mavericks as too much of my fighting career had been.
His agility worried me, though, and as he flew in close for an attack, I charged my busters in preparation for an explosive jump. He swung, just as expected, and I jumped and released both busters, propelling myself into the air as a fiery explosion detonated below me.
That trick had saved my life on countless occasions, but I couldn’t rely on tricks alone to beat Prometheus.
I need to control the distance between us. Hovering above the ground like that, he’s fairly immune to earth-based attacks. Perhaps melee was the only option… Firing off several more shots to deter him and force him to move, I prepared to block his next swing.
The blast of fire to his face stops his momentum, allowing Fefnir his escape of the swing blade. He blocks some of the flames, shading his face with his free arm and hopping back quickly.
It was a cute trick in the end, but nothing worth worrying about. Nothing to fall for twice either. As Fefnir’s distance increases, Prometheus grounds himself and calls up a wave of upward jutting blades from the earth, aiming to try and catch the new play-mate in the act of landing or off-guard from his little trick earlier.