31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

22. In battle, side by side

Okay im so out of my element because ive never written a battle scene and probably suck but at least I like teh drawing-)

Tonight Error was on a roll, destruction left and right.

However, he had hit a road-block.

Ink, standing there, brush in hand and a familiar pissed look on his face.

"Error! This again? I don't have time for your shit today! Leave the AUs alone or else!"

Almost laughing at the threat, he grinned instead.

"Or el-se what? You-ll fail at pro-tecting your stu-pids crea-tions?"

"Their not mine, Error, their the Creators." Ink readied his brush, pinpricks flickering between a mix of darker colors- the color most often shown was, as expected, red.

"Do I l-ook like I c-are?" He, finally, gave Ink his full attention rather than trying to find the monster that had escaped into the trees.

Underestimating Ink was a fault.

He would not make that mistake.

At least, not today, not while he was forced to move as if he were an professional dancer.

Ink seemed extra pissed today- he was always upset when Error hurt one of his poor little AUs, but he was noticeably more so than usual.

That was also given in the fact that Ink, as he had rarely done before, was causing Error to be somewhat concerned about his odds of making it out alive.

Slide, duck, casually dodge sharp projectiles.

It had his heart racing, the excitement of battle- though it was a bit dulled today, he, sadly, was not so much in the mood for near-death experiences and would have rathered to continue his killing spree.

"Yo-ur fiest-y today." Error commented, figuring he probably wouldn't be able too actually manage to destroy the AU, with the lot of avoiding getting impaled or blasted on almost every single angle, he might as well pester Ink while he's here.

Nothing better to do- another hasty movement and he narrowly avoided a bone to his spine.

At least that got his adrenaline pumping again.

"Your... not giving much effort today." Ink countered, the pause almost giving Error enough time to blast him- but the pure magic that exploded from the blaster's jaw had missed its subject, resulting in a disgruntled growl from the owner of such magic.

"N-o poi-nt in i-t." 

It was true, why fight a fight he'd already lost- he was not in the mood and Ink was clearly powered by the undying rage (from which the origin of such anger he still didn't understand) and could easily beat the shit out of Error, so long as he didn't get distracted.

Ink frowned, a little confusion egged into the expression. "I just overdosed on my red vial, its not like I can actually be angry." Ink laughed- it was horribly bitter.

Ah, perhaps that was reason for his mood; self-loathing.

Funny, how someone without soul nor feeling could still manage to hate themselves for it.

However, now that Ink was mumbling curses to himself- hand tracing his vials as if he were hesitant in wanting to resolve the negativity that swirled in him- he had a chance.

And he took it.

He teleported just a little above Ink, his own barrage of dangerous dagger-like bones pointing straight at the unsuspecting victim.

A silent sneak attack- his favorite type of attack.

The satisfaction of getting the element of surprise on someone was one of his favorite things, especially when you were in clear view of them and still managed to unveil a new advantage.

The only downside was the snap that sparked the magic to formulate the bones.

A moment too late, Ink broke out of his trance from the sharp noise, a sour expression with the faintest hint of actual fear. His face had 'Ah shit, here we go again.' written all over it.

If Ink wasn't screwed then, he was ultra screwed a few blasters were called upon for a quick finishing blow after the initial attack- given it landed.

It landed, both of them did, actually.

Lets just say; Ink did not enjoy the following snapped bones his misfortune of dozing out had resulted in.

Error, however (now that he'd gotten the upper-hand) had quite enjoyed watching his enemy limp into a inky escape, blood trailing after him in each step.

Oh, how the tables had turned.

Error continued his bloodthirsty murder-spree upon the AUs, knowing their care taker was out of commission for the time being.