Posted at 8:31 pm on Mar 8, 2008 by:
King Gojinn
Or bullet proof glass. Would be far more effective, just less fun.
The gloved hand shoots up through the glass, blood covering it, and several shards sticking out in random places. Slowly, an arm pushes through, and then Gojinn himself begins to sit up…
He was unsure what had just happened.
As he thought back on it, he remembered leaping back and kicking away the dagger. He remembered hearing that sickening cracking sound from the glass, and he balled up, hands on his neck, face tucked into his arms, and legs pulled to chest. After the initial shatter, his ears began to ring, and all he remembered was feeling like a human pincushion since.
He screamed in a rage, as he slowly dragged his beaten body upwards through the pounds of broken glass. Cuts and gashes lined his upper body, and arms. His face was cut in several spots, and blood seemed to flow everywhere. Some of the lesser wounds were healing almost instantly, but others were still blocked by glass that had gotten into him deeply. Having no other way up, Gojinn brushed his hands off, and pulled the glass from his palms, before placing them beside himself, and pushing, trying to get to his feet!!! The pain he felt was evident in his face. People tried to hold back their vomit, watching as the glass dug into his flesh, and the blood spilled everywhere. His legs slowly shed the layers of glass, and revealed that his jeans had battled well, though several large chunks had pierced the fabric into his flesh.
Charon had seen Gojinn surface, and though she herself was hurt, she knew the battle had to go on.
The problem was how?! It was a field of glass now, and though they both were strong boots, this match was about to get interesting in a hurry…
Gojinn finally stood, wearily, shaking from the amount of pain and lack of energy from the brutal fight.
