Earth. Earth everywhere, rocks digging into him from every angle. The warm, wet smell of soapy soil, sharp in his nostrils, and the darkness. The darkness and the utterly claustrophobic feeling of being deep underground. Jazz was literally buried alive.
Suddenly, a deafening rumbling shook his body even further into confusion. None of his senses could tell him what was happening, where he was or what to do, but the sudden explosion of sound and movement hinted at a literal explosion, and Jazz's brain was lit again.
They're fighting. The Marine and the old robot man. Someone made a big move, rustled me all over. Was it Cobalt? His moves had explosive properties; he sent me twelve feet under! But it was right over me. Was it the other guy? What can he do? Maybe he fired a rocket or something.
Jazz wiggled his fingers. He was not completely unable to move, as he was previously. He wasn't buried anymore. He was now simply covered by a massive amount of rock and dirt. Which had been shaken loose. He could at least attempt digging himself out of there, while the fight was going on up above. Jazz tried to make a fist, and found a rock in his grip immediately. He tried the other hand, only dirt. He mustered his strength and tried to rise up, feeling everything move around him. This was possible. Incredibly, incredibly difficult. But possible.
He started to regain some of his senses - felt the way gravity was working on him; he was laying on his back, making it hard to breathe, but the sudden explosion sent pockets of air his way, trapped with him in the darkness of the closed fissure. He tried to hear something. Anything. He heard how the dirt shuffled all around him when he attempted to move. He heard the ringing in his ears, his own heartbeats echoing inside of his eardrums, but nothing up above. He felt truly isolated, incarcerated in a tomb of moving earth.
But this was not Jazz's grave. This was an inconvenience. Yes. His left arm moved upwards, until he imagined it had reached as far as it could - although the pressure of the dirt all around him made it impossible for him to discern anything at all. He continued this motion, reaching up and grabbing at anything, just shuffling the earth above him until his body went numb, and then continuing. Jazz rarely felt particularly motivated to do anything in his life - but this was something else entirely. He wasn't motivated, he was pissed off. His skin was boiling due to the pain and his muscles were flattened by what he could only guess was tons of dirt, gravel and rocks above him.
The ground suddenly rustled. Cobalt turned his head, slightly, his ear pointing toward the source, his whole body pausing for a second as if to ascertain if that sound really was what he thought it was. Silence. He turned around, a little bit more, looking at the place he had buried the Vagabond.
The cyborg had done something to the ground, sent a shock wave of some sorts. He noticed something, in the dead center of the closed fissure, the dirt was moving, trickling down into the earth. He turned, walking slowly, in disbelief, toward the draining dirt.
"You've got to be kidding me."
A hand erupted, a dirty hand barely discernible from the rest of the dirt. It was trembling, quivering, and it slumped back. Cobalt leaned forward. That close to the surface, the Vagabond had died. The hand was clenched into a weakly fist, holding onto something. Cobalt threw a look back at the Dean, confirming to himself that the man wasn't in shape to go anywhere. He got down on one knee, easily prying open Jazz's fingers to see what he was holding onto in his last moment.
A pebble. This is a freaking rock. What did...
A sword erupted, slicing effortlessly through the topsoil and puncturing Cobalt's abdomen. The dirt all around them moved inwards as if it was being sucked into a whirlpool, and a dirty man crawled his way up through it, driving his sword further into the Marine's body. Cobalt put his hands on the man who was nowhere close to looking like Jazz anymore, pushing himself out of his reach, and landing on his knees a few feet from him.
The Vagabond was dirty, his clothes torn and his whole body painted the same color as the upturned dirt around him. The only thing not completely dirty was his sword's blade, which was shining in the sunlight, mocking Cobalt with its power.
"How the hell did you...", Cobalt started, holding one hand to his stomach, and the other on his knee as he stood back up. He was a tough man, surviving blow after blow, but he was on his last legs; and so was the Vagabond.
Jazz said nothing. He let his actions speak loudly, and he was unsure whether he even could speak; his body ached more than he thought possible, and he wondered if his opponent could see him rattling like he felt he was.
I need to settle this, right now. I've dug my way up from my own grave, and now I'm gonna defeat the rock slide that buried me. That sounded poetic. I need to write that down later.
Jazz waved his sword out to his side, taking a few determined steps out of the crater that had formed, a sinkhole of dirt scuttling beneath his feet. At the same time, Cobalt was walking toward him, fists clenched and eyebrows tilted. With a final step, the Marine suddenly leaned forward, with one fist bent behind him in preparation for a mighty punch. At the same moment, Jazz leapt forward with his sword gripped firmly in his hands.
"Rock Slide Punch!"
Their attacks connected simultaneously, Cobalt's punch sending tremors through the ground, ripping through it like scissors through cloth, while Jazz focused all his remaining strength on a sword slash, cutting Cobalt from shoulder diagonally down to his hip. The punch hit him, although he attempted to spin around it, but it still hit his left side, and the shock wave sent him flying into the ground like a missile. Cobalt was left standing, though, panting and coughing, taking a brief look at his injury, before quietly falling down on his back, completely out cold.
Edited by Hyouzou, 20 May 2015 - 07:11 AM.