Room 205 [T]
Jun 11, 2008 3:53:05 GMT -7
Post by asgard on Jun 11, 2008 3:53:05 GMT -7
Though the corrosion began to bother his lungs as if it ate him from the inside, Asgard would press on, enduring the pain in order to ensure mastery. His dedication was unwavering, though a bit reckless. Irregardless, he was one to know how to get the job done. A grumble from the bum would slowly give some hope as to his technique’s success, but it would soon turn out the crusty old man was still enjoying his deep sleep. Slightly frustrated, Asgard would attempt to create the acid a second time. After all, his lungs were already hurting, so it had to indicate he was somewhat close to knowing the technique’s execution.
Once again the handseals would be reviewed, this time executed a bit slower than before in order to ensure everything done was correct. Upon arriving at the last seal, the fire began to build up in his insides. He would do his best to keep his breathe steady and the attack’s load up uninterrupted, molding his chakra in the appropriate places. Midst the toxin’s slow creation, Asgard would have to cough out a bit on occasion, making the poison’s preparation not as effect. But it mattered not; he had surpassed his previous mark.
As the horrible tasting acid continued its abuse on Asgard’s mouth, the medic would find himself unable to take much more; in a last ditch effort, he would cover his mouth while he finished molding. But even that couldn’t detain the giant cloud of acid that came forth, forcing the youth to move his hand before he got caught up in his own attack. Though some relief would be received from the escaping gasses from his mouth, the sour taste still remained, burning the tip of his tongue and leaving a lasting flavor. In response to the horrible tasting fluid washing in his mouth, Asgard’s face twisted and turned into several different sour expressions, all with his eyes welled up and his nose full.
But the pain was worth it, for the attack’s success seemed to be a lot better. Now the cloud would unleash a bit of damage, managing to discomfort the bum enough to force him to wake up. Though attempting to decipher the results of the attacks were hard for this sample – the bum in general was already wasting away, his skin stained and torn from extensive use – the smell of recently burnt, rotting flesh was unmistakable; Asgard had executed it correctly. He would notice how the bum slowly became aware of the real world and his existence in it; soon after, he began to scream and cry at the pain felt from his burning flesh. At this point, he became violent.
Yet all he could afford was a shuffle his way. While his mouth was still recovering from the acid spit, he was sure to suck it up until the immediate problem was dealt with. Seeing as how the decrepit old man was very deteriorated, he could afford no more than a slow walk towards Asgard. As such, a side step to either side would have him cleared. This continued on for a minute or two – Asgard dodging an old man with melting skin – before the medic’s recovery was enough he’d be able to finish it all. Stepping back a ways, Asgard would look onto the victim once last time before preparing for his final attempt.
Once again the handseals would be reviewed, this time executed a bit slower than before in order to ensure everything done was correct. Upon arriving at the last seal, the fire began to build up in his insides. He would do his best to keep his breathe steady and the attack’s load up uninterrupted, molding his chakra in the appropriate places. Midst the toxin’s slow creation, Asgard would have to cough out a bit on occasion, making the poison’s preparation not as effect. But it mattered not; he had surpassed his previous mark.
As the horrible tasting acid continued its abuse on Asgard’s mouth, the medic would find himself unable to take much more; in a last ditch effort, he would cover his mouth while he finished molding. But even that couldn’t detain the giant cloud of acid that came forth, forcing the youth to move his hand before he got caught up in his own attack. Though some relief would be received from the escaping gasses from his mouth, the sour taste still remained, burning the tip of his tongue and leaving a lasting flavor. In response to the horrible tasting fluid washing in his mouth, Asgard’s face twisted and turned into several different sour expressions, all with his eyes welled up and his nose full.
But the pain was worth it, for the attack’s success seemed to be a lot better. Now the cloud would unleash a bit of damage, managing to discomfort the bum enough to force him to wake up. Though attempting to decipher the results of the attacks were hard for this sample – the bum in general was already wasting away, his skin stained and torn from extensive use – the smell of recently burnt, rotting flesh was unmistakable; Asgard had executed it correctly. He would notice how the bum slowly became aware of the real world and his existence in it; soon after, he began to scream and cry at the pain felt from his burning flesh. At this point, he became violent.
Yet all he could afford was a shuffle his way. While his mouth was still recovering from the acid spit, he was sure to suck it up until the immediate problem was dealt with. Seeing as how the decrepit old man was very deteriorated, he could afford no more than a slow walk towards Asgard. As such, a side step to either side would have him cleared. This continued on for a minute or two – Asgard dodging an old man with melting skin – before the medic’s recovery was enough he’d be able to finish it all. Stepping back a ways, Asgard would look onto the victim once last time before preparing for his final attempt.