"Business, you say?" The blond man looked around him at the cacophony of colored light and brilliance of uproarious sound. He blocked out the stench of the offal flowing beneath his feat. As long as he kept his head up and couldn't smell the place, it was six hundred different ways from beautiful. "From the looks of it, I'd say business has been good for you."
As a stark contrast from the other man's bizarre movement, Acradius simply sloshed through the muck, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the scene with a smirk on his lips and wonder in his eyes. "It never ceases to amaze me, you know?" His tone was light; beyond conversational. He spoke as he would to a dear old friend whom he had known for life. "You've got so much here. So much of the best and the worst, as you said, gathered into one spot. All of it laced and bound together by a person's lust for the mighty money god. It's sexy, it's powerful, and it's playful, all at the same time." He threw his head back, reveling in his own race's vices and virtues laid bare. Truly, there were people in this world who would have been disgusted. Some would have been tempted, some frightened, and no few driven utterly insane. The Time Warrior simply smiled, taking it all in.
"But honestly, to business this time." He looked the man in the monkey suit dead in the neon eyes. His lips now twisted in his legendary, overconfident smile. But his eyes did not laugh as they usually did. Nor did they glow. For once, the windows to Acradius' soul were colder and harder than the armor he wore. Whatever was going through his head had him deadly serious. "It seems that you've been making quite the profit off this city. Not just in money, either." He continued staring those discolored points of light down as he slowly circled the one with the better fashion sense. "For every man who comes here looking to make it rich, and leaves without even the shirt on his back... For every woman who has sold her body just to make ends meet, praying every night that she can somehow get ahead... For every child that's gotten lost, and stayed there..." He trailed off, standing in the middle of the street, within the maximum distance a conversational tone such as his would allow. "Let's face it. You owe the human race quite a hefty sum. Today, in the tradition of this great city, I am the collector."
Reality became a tie-dye kaleidoscope of colors and sound as the form of the devil spun backwards through the air. The entire left side of that face that made women want to be knocked down and taken on the spot was wrecked from a full-power, temporally twisted right haymaker. The only thoughts of the one on the receiving end of it, as he plowed into the filthy layer of the soul's sewage, were 'Damn. I didn't even see it coming.'
Crouching into his ready stance as his enemy skipped down the boulevard of broken dreams, Acradius' smile faded into the face of a man on a mission of retribution for wrongs done. "And you can consider that a down-payment."
NLBFT 12: The First Round Beckons
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OoC: Actually, I was having it be a planet drifting in space....buuuuut, Mars is fine. It's not like I absolutley love Mars <_<
Also, HELLZONE GRENADE LOL.
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A brilliant flash of light embraced Nichi. It was a very painful experiance for Nichi as the Dark Suit he was wearing ripped to pieces, revealing the golden Armor beneath it. But, that wouldn't save him from the immense burning of the firey ki.
Suddenly, everything stops. The Light fades and Nichi is left in a somewhat burned state. Nichi doesn't fall, Inferno doesn't move.....It's like time has stopped completly.
Suddenly Nichi speaks "....heh.....a ki user....and a saiyan too? wow....I've only seen one other person who's given me trouble like you...." Inferno relpies "oh really?"
Nichi smirks.
Suddenly, Nichi dissappears from Inferno's sight again. Inferno tries to find him, only to meet Nichi's Elbow. Nichi then grabs Inferno's arm and punches him in the stomach. Finally, Nichi jumps on Inferno's head and spins like a top, causing blood to come out of the Dragon Saiyin's head.
Inferno grabbed Nichi's right leg and throws him away. Then he fires a ki blast at him. Nichi stopps upside down and turns to the fireball like energy, and grabs it. Nichi waves his finger at Inferno, then kicks it into the surface of the planet.
"I can take much more damage than you, Saiya-jin" says Nichi.
OoC2: Please note that this is not a fact and is Nichi acting much higher than Inferno plzkthx.
Also, HELLZONE GRENADE LOL.
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A brilliant flash of light embraced Nichi. It was a very painful experiance for Nichi as the Dark Suit he was wearing ripped to pieces, revealing the golden Armor beneath it. But, that wouldn't save him from the immense burning of the firey ki.
Suddenly, everything stops. The Light fades and Nichi is left in a somewhat burned state. Nichi doesn't fall, Inferno doesn't move.....It's like time has stopped completly.
Suddenly Nichi speaks "....heh.....a ki user....and a saiyan too? wow....I've only seen one other person who's given me trouble like you...." Inferno relpies "oh really?"
Nichi smirks.
Suddenly, Nichi dissappears from Inferno's sight again. Inferno tries to find him, only to meet Nichi's Elbow. Nichi then grabs Inferno's arm and punches him in the stomach. Finally, Nichi jumps on Inferno's head and spins like a top, causing blood to come out of the Dragon Saiyin's head.
Inferno grabbed Nichi's right leg and throws him away. Then he fires a ki blast at him. Nichi stopps upside down and turns to the fireball like energy, and grabs it. Nichi waves his finger at Inferno, then kicks it into the surface of the planet.
"I can take much more damage than you, Saiya-jin" says Nichi.
OoC2: Please note that this is not a fact and is Nichi acting much higher than Inferno plzkthx.
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Inferno: maybe a normal saiya-jin, but as you can see I am a mix breed, probably the most powerful mix breed combination in the universe. you see, I am half saiya-jin, and half dragon. unlike most beings in this universe I actually grow stronger not just by fighting, but I natually become stronger as I age. but enough of that, let's continue our fight!
Inferno disappeared from Nichi's view and re-appeared right in front of him, smashing a blazing fist into the gold armor protecting Nighi's chest. The force of the impact cracked the armor and sent Nichi flying backwards through the air. Inferno quickly re-appeared behind his blue skined foe and slammed him with his powerful dragonic tail, sending Nichi flying upwards. Inferno finally appeared above Nichi and brought his leg down as hard as he could on Nichi's back, sending Nichi plummeting towards the red planet below.
Inferno: time to wrap this up, I need to get back to researching what happened to this place.
Inferno took a stance in the sky very familiar to those who have faced the saiyan Goku. a ball of Dragonfire and a ball of Ki appeared in his hands, resisting each other until forced together to create a fused ball of dragonfire ki.
Inferno: bla-zing... Kaaa-meee-haaa-meee...HAAAA!!!
Inferno thrust his hands forward and a huge beam of dragonfire ki shot from his hands. a spiral of flames formed around the massive beam, ignighting the air around it as it sped towards Nichi.
Inferno disappeared from Nichi's view and re-appeared right in front of him, smashing a blazing fist into the gold armor protecting Nighi's chest. The force of the impact cracked the armor and sent Nichi flying backwards through the air. Inferno quickly re-appeared behind his blue skined foe and slammed him with his powerful dragonic tail, sending Nichi flying upwards. Inferno finally appeared above Nichi and brought his leg down as hard as he could on Nichi's back, sending Nichi plummeting towards the red planet below.
Inferno: time to wrap this up, I need to get back to researching what happened to this place.
Inferno took a stance in the sky very familiar to those who have faced the saiyan Goku. a ball of Dragonfire and a ball of Ki appeared in his hands, resisting each other until forced together to create a fused ball of dragonfire ki.
Inferno: bla-zing... Kaaa-meee-haaa-meee...HAAAA!!!
Inferno thrust his hands forward and a huge beam of dragonfire ki shot from his hands. a spiral of flames formed around the massive beam, ignighting the air around it as it sped towards Nichi.
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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Let's rock
Even under the hazy light of a full moon that hung from the cloudy night sky above like an oversized patio lantern, the atmosphere of the abandoned harbor outside of town was characteristically grimy and demure. Automobiles lined the cracked concrete sidewalks, some of their windows smashed in, others missing hubcaps and taillights, victims of the looters and lowlifes that frequent a once boisterous district. Streetlights hung ominously above the countless abandoned warehouses, the light they provide either dim or nonexistent altogether. If one was to take a stroll down it’s main boardwalk, one would not know whether to feel depressed at the sad state of the area or frightened for who or what lay around the next corner.
On this fateful night in particular, danger was to be the order of the day. As the mysterious brown-coated figure sprinted behind his wood crate sanctuary in front of the largest warehouse on the waterfront, the gentle clap of waves against the wall of the boardwalk was joined by the foreboding sound of footsteps approaching him from a distance.
The slow but steady noise of imminent confrontation was manifested physically by a large, looming figure that seemed positively resplendent when juxtaposed with the dingy surroundings. From behind his crate, the brown-coated figure watched as the distant silhouette became clearer in the poorly lighted harbor front with each deliberate stride. As his visitor closed to within a hundred yards of his hiding place, it became clear that what he was dealing with was a true physical specimen. It was a man who by initial appraisal seemed to push seven feet tall with shoulders that could take up a lane of highway traffic. His head was shaved, as some may say, “down to the wood”, with his short dark hair framed by a distinctive widows peak.
He was almost certainly not a typical denizen of the area, as his choice of ensemble was a tailor-made three-piece suit with black gloves covering hands that rivaled a pair of Christmas hams. Either this man was the largest living hitman the world over, or a very large man was lost on his way to the prom. To call this interloping character a juggernaut would be an understatement. It would not be long however, that the brown-coated man on the run would come to know the man that now stood not three strides from his place of refuge was known as Felix Papelbon.
“Now let’s not be….rash, son,” the well-clothed colossus called out in what could be identified as a thick southern United States drawl. “Y’happened to evade my…associates…but now you’re messin’ with the biggest dog in th’whole yard…”
When his prey offered no response, Papelbon chewed on his bottom lip, frustrated by the denunciation of his generous offer of mercy upon surrender. Rather than fly into a violent rage however, the strapping assailant calmly removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and slowly hung them over the side of a nearby broken-down fork lift. He spat on the ground before slowly cracking his knuckles loud enough for the entire pier to hear.
“Perhaps it’s best I showed you just what I am capable of before y’consider your options.”
Scanning the surrounding area a final time in case his target decided to come quietly, Papelbon proceeded to unleash a haymaker punch to the side of the fork lift, causing a resounding crack of scrap metal impact to resonate out to sea. As if a tin can, the multi-ton piece of machinery was knocked clean over its side, causing yet another definitive crashing sound, and decades of dust to fly upwards as Papelbon snorted at his display of brute power display.
“Now, unless you fancy yourself tougher than that ol' hunk o’ junk,” Papelbon mocked his unseen opponent. “I would suggest you best mosey out here and say uncle.”
Chuckling low and loud, Papelbon thrust the monstrous meat hooks he called hands in a boxer’s position in front of his face, awaiting any sort of response from his mark. If he had to, he would tear the entire dock apart to unearth the man he was looking for. But like any Papelbon, he was much more content with a good old fashioned duel. After all, the ace up his monstrous sleeve had allowed him to spend the last thousand years doing what he did best: inflict his physical will on all that opposed him.
Even under the hazy light of a full moon that hung from the cloudy night sky above like an oversized patio lantern, the atmosphere of the abandoned harbor outside of town was characteristically grimy and demure. Automobiles lined the cracked concrete sidewalks, some of their windows smashed in, others missing hubcaps and taillights, victims of the looters and lowlifes that frequent a once boisterous district. Streetlights hung ominously above the countless abandoned warehouses, the light they provide either dim or nonexistent altogether. If one was to take a stroll down it’s main boardwalk, one would not know whether to feel depressed at the sad state of the area or frightened for who or what lay around the next corner.
On this fateful night in particular, danger was to be the order of the day. As the mysterious brown-coated figure sprinted behind his wood crate sanctuary in front of the largest warehouse on the waterfront, the gentle clap of waves against the wall of the boardwalk was joined by the foreboding sound of footsteps approaching him from a distance.
The slow but steady noise of imminent confrontation was manifested physically by a large, looming figure that seemed positively resplendent when juxtaposed with the dingy surroundings. From behind his crate, the brown-coated figure watched as the distant silhouette became clearer in the poorly lighted harbor front with each deliberate stride. As his visitor closed to within a hundred yards of his hiding place, it became clear that what he was dealing with was a true physical specimen. It was a man who by initial appraisal seemed to push seven feet tall with shoulders that could take up a lane of highway traffic. His head was shaved, as some may say, “down to the wood”, with his short dark hair framed by a distinctive widows peak.
He was almost certainly not a typical denizen of the area, as his choice of ensemble was a tailor-made three-piece suit with black gloves covering hands that rivaled a pair of Christmas hams. Either this man was the largest living hitman the world over, or a very large man was lost on his way to the prom. To call this interloping character a juggernaut would be an understatement. It would not be long however, that the brown-coated man on the run would come to know the man that now stood not three strides from his place of refuge was known as Felix Papelbon.
“Now let’s not be….rash, son,” the well-clothed colossus called out in what could be identified as a thick southern United States drawl. “Y’happened to evade my…associates…but now you’re messin’ with the biggest dog in th’whole yard…”
When his prey offered no response, Papelbon chewed on his bottom lip, frustrated by the denunciation of his generous offer of mercy upon surrender. Rather than fly into a violent rage however, the strapping assailant calmly removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and slowly hung them over the side of a nearby broken-down fork lift. He spat on the ground before slowly cracking his knuckles loud enough for the entire pier to hear.
“Perhaps it’s best I showed you just what I am capable of before y’consider your options.”
Scanning the surrounding area a final time in case his target decided to come quietly, Papelbon proceeded to unleash a haymaker punch to the side of the fork lift, causing a resounding crack of scrap metal impact to resonate out to sea. As if a tin can, the multi-ton piece of machinery was knocked clean over its side, causing yet another definitive crashing sound, and decades of dust to fly upwards as Papelbon snorted at his display of brute power display.
“Now, unless you fancy yourself tougher than that ol' hunk o’ junk,” Papelbon mocked his unseen opponent. “I would suggest you best mosey out here and say uncle.”
Chuckling low and loud, Papelbon thrust the monstrous meat hooks he called hands in a boxer’s position in front of his face, awaiting any sort of response from his mark. If he had to, he would tear the entire dock apart to unearth the man he was looking for. But like any Papelbon, he was much more content with a good old fashioned duel. After all, the ace up his monstrous sleeve had allowed him to spend the last thousand years doing what he did best: inflict his physical will on all that opposed him.
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OoC: I never said anything about armor, Erdawn. Aside from the gauntlets, anyway. Oh well. Hope I got your character alright. I really want to see more of Link's dastardly deeds.
The Marine felt as if the next four seconds would linger on for ages. It was a blessing from the heavens to him, for this fight would not end here. Not when he was about to be skewered with a giant blade. Without hesitation, Senel's body began to take in eres from the iron deposits which were spread among the bricks of the Pyramid. He then quickly forced the pieces to around his body in a sphere shape. His timing could have been better, however, as the sword was inches from his eye, nearly blinding him with the reflection of the sun.
"GUARDIAN!" Senel screamed, his voice itself enough to send Link into a scare, but certainly not enough to draw his sword back. In fact... he couldn't even bring it forward anymore. The blade was stuck in the force field generated by Senel. Senel kept the shield up, waiting for the moment.
The green lad struggled to free his blade. It may have been tempered by the finest smiths in all of Hyrule, but it simply was difficult to free the sword from the claustrophobic prison of iron energy. Link kept tugging and pulling, slamming his feet into the field in an attempt to destroy it. He may have been successful had Senel left the barrier up a second longer. However, he intentionally let down the Guardian field just as Link was pulling, causing his body to fly back in a sudden shock. As Link's body smashed into the ground, Senel steadied the chaos in his head. As the spinning images of his surroundings started to settle as one solid being, the Marine charged the swordsman, fists raised. There was no way he would lose this match, even if it started as a misunderstanding.
"Now you die, you bastard!" Senel cried out as he unleashed a furious blur of punches at Link's entire body just as he started to rise. His arms felt impacts attempting to break the bones supporting his body, his rib cage
hinting at a possible breakage should this punishment continue, his nose... his nose was nearly broken had the green lad not slammed the hilt of his sword into Senel's chin. Not the strongest of moves, but enough to put a halt on the Marine's attack. He didn't even shout a name of the attack as an incantation, what he experienced was raw power. Link shook his head, ignoring how massacred his hair was already. If this was all that Marine had to offer, there was little doubt that Link's arsenal could easily beat him.
Link soon realized that Senel was back to his full power. Charging right towards the swordsman, Senel prepared for another assault. With a sudden leap, the Marine soared into the air and was easily twelve feet above Link, even with Link being higher up the stairs. "Talon Stirke!" Senel cried as he came rocketing down at Link. The green lad quickly raised his glorious shield in order to stop the attack from connecting with his body. The Marine landed on the shield and slipped forward, leaving himself open for an attack: the only attack suitable was a quick slice with the sword. As Link brought his sword forward, he quickly noticed that the Marine had ricocheted his body off the stairs and came back at him. "Impact!" he cried as his left fist slammed quickly into Link's chest which, while not a strong attack in itself, but knocked the air out of him. Senel quickly followed this up by bringing down his right fist onto Link's skull, giving him the same dizziness the Marine experienced upon being struck by the magical boomerang as well as being slammed to the ground once more.
"This time it's different!" Senel shouted as he quickly picked up the swordsman with little delay. Perhaps it was due to the double head-chest strike he experienced, or perhaps it was because the sword warrior was being lifted into the air by somebody who was smaller than him with little effort, but Link could only watch what was about to happen. The world around started to spin, probably effects still from being knocked on the he-Wait, no, that couldn't be right. He was being spun around. By that Marine. In only a couple of spins, Link realized that he was being thrown right into the ground at the bottom of the stairs.
The Marine felt as if the next four seconds would linger on for ages. It was a blessing from the heavens to him, for this fight would not end here. Not when he was about to be skewered with a giant blade. Without hesitation, Senel's body began to take in eres from the iron deposits which were spread among the bricks of the Pyramid. He then quickly forced the pieces to around his body in a sphere shape. His timing could have been better, however, as the sword was inches from his eye, nearly blinding him with the reflection of the sun.
"GUARDIAN!" Senel screamed, his voice itself enough to send Link into a scare, but certainly not enough to draw his sword back. In fact... he couldn't even bring it forward anymore. The blade was stuck in the force field generated by Senel. Senel kept the shield up, waiting for the moment.
The green lad struggled to free his blade. It may have been tempered by the finest smiths in all of Hyrule, but it simply was difficult to free the sword from the claustrophobic prison of iron energy. Link kept tugging and pulling, slamming his feet into the field in an attempt to destroy it. He may have been successful had Senel left the barrier up a second longer. However, he intentionally let down the Guardian field just as Link was pulling, causing his body to fly back in a sudden shock. As Link's body smashed into the ground, Senel steadied the chaos in his head. As the spinning images of his surroundings started to settle as one solid being, the Marine charged the swordsman, fists raised. There was no way he would lose this match, even if it started as a misunderstanding.
"Now you die, you bastard!" Senel cried out as he unleashed a furious blur of punches at Link's entire body just as he started to rise. His arms felt impacts attempting to break the bones supporting his body, his rib cage
hinting at a possible breakage should this punishment continue, his nose... his nose was nearly broken had the green lad not slammed the hilt of his sword into Senel's chin. Not the strongest of moves, but enough to put a halt on the Marine's attack. He didn't even shout a name of the attack as an incantation, what he experienced was raw power. Link shook his head, ignoring how massacred his hair was already. If this was all that Marine had to offer, there was little doubt that Link's arsenal could easily beat him.
Link soon realized that Senel was back to his full power. Charging right towards the swordsman, Senel prepared for another assault. With a sudden leap, the Marine soared into the air and was easily twelve feet above Link, even with Link being higher up the stairs. "Talon Stirke!" Senel cried as he came rocketing down at Link. The green lad quickly raised his glorious shield in order to stop the attack from connecting with his body. The Marine landed on the shield and slipped forward, leaving himself open for an attack: the only attack suitable was a quick slice with the sword. As Link brought his sword forward, he quickly noticed that the Marine had ricocheted his body off the stairs and came back at him. "Impact!" he cried as his left fist slammed quickly into Link's chest which, while not a strong attack in itself, but knocked the air out of him. Senel quickly followed this up by bringing down his right fist onto Link's skull, giving him the same dizziness the Marine experienced upon being struck by the magical boomerang as well as being slammed to the ground once more.
"This time it's different!" Senel shouted as he quickly picked up the swordsman with little delay. Perhaps it was due to the double head-chest strike he experienced, or perhaps it was because the sword warrior was being lifted into the air by somebody who was smaller than him with little effort, but Link could only watch what was about to happen. The world around started to spin, probably effects still from being knocked on the he-Wait, no, that couldn't be right. He was being spun around. By that Marine. In only a couple of spins, Link realized that he was being thrown right into the ground at the bottom of the stairs.
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Notice to all:
We're going to be moving house this coming weekend, and I'm not completely sure how fast the transfer of internet connection to the new place will actually be. Nothing too serious to worry about; I just might have some trouble being online for a bit. Tally-ho and all that. Hurrah.
We're going to be moving house this coming weekend, and I'm not completely sure how fast the transfer of internet connection to the new place will actually be. Nothing too serious to worry about; I just might have some trouble being online for a bit. Tally-ho and all that. Hurrah.
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.
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The young man simply watched in awe at that beast’s display of strength. Does he really expect me to come out? After he tosses aside a forklift like its nothing? Who in their right mind-
His thoughts were interrupted by yet another loud crack of the man’s knuckles as he walked away from the now broken forklift.
“Well now, I guess if y’ aren’t coming out… Then I’ll just have t’ force you out m’self.”
The beast of a man walked towards the old warehouse, keeping his eyes open on either side for signs of his target trying to flee again. Each step forward quaked the ground beneath him, each yet another warning for what was to come. No where to run…
The man in the brown jacket stepped out from his hiding spot, immediately drawing the gaze of Papelbon.
“Well, well, so you finally decided to come out of hiding. That’s better. Now, I believe you have something my associates want back…”
“Oh, you mean this?” He asked, unzipping the top of his jacket and revealing a rather large gem from within it. As he placed it back to its resting spot he continued. “Well I could care less about what your associates want. They wanted this city and they got it, but I guess now that they ruined their little toy they want something else to play with. They want it so much? They can take it over the dead body of Hugo Burnell.” As he finished he pointed at himself with his thumb to get the message across to the giant in front of him.
That seemed to be just the cue Papelbon was looking for, as a slight grin came to his face at as the man finished his little speech. With a quick lunge the giant lunged at the man, lifting him overhead and tossing him into the warehouse where a wooden crate was so gracious to break his fall.
“Ugh…” Hugo got up to his feet, looking back at the crate he landed on. His fall had left the top of it cracked and broken in places. With a good pull against the crate he broke off a plank of wood, the end splintered into a fairly sharp point. He stared at Papelbon, slowly walking towards him, and then looked down at the piece of wood, wondering if it would even be strong enough to pierce his skin.
It seems pointless either way to try and take him on directly… I’ll have to think this through and get an upper hand… With a sudden burst of speed the man ran away from his assailant, moving towards the shadowy backside of the warehouse.
His thoughts were interrupted by yet another loud crack of the man’s knuckles as he walked away from the now broken forklift.
“Well now, I guess if y’ aren’t coming out… Then I’ll just have t’ force you out m’self.”
The beast of a man walked towards the old warehouse, keeping his eyes open on either side for signs of his target trying to flee again. Each step forward quaked the ground beneath him, each yet another warning for what was to come. No where to run…
The man in the brown jacket stepped out from his hiding spot, immediately drawing the gaze of Papelbon.
“Well, well, so you finally decided to come out of hiding. That’s better. Now, I believe you have something my associates want back…”
“Oh, you mean this?” He asked, unzipping the top of his jacket and revealing a rather large gem from within it. As he placed it back to its resting spot he continued. “Well I could care less about what your associates want. They wanted this city and they got it, but I guess now that they ruined their little toy they want something else to play with. They want it so much? They can take it over the dead body of Hugo Burnell.” As he finished he pointed at himself with his thumb to get the message across to the giant in front of him.
That seemed to be just the cue Papelbon was looking for, as a slight grin came to his face at as the man finished his little speech. With a quick lunge the giant lunged at the man, lifting him overhead and tossing him into the warehouse where a wooden crate was so gracious to break his fall.
“Ugh…” Hugo got up to his feet, looking back at the crate he landed on. His fall had left the top of it cracked and broken in places. With a good pull against the crate he broke off a plank of wood, the end splintered into a fairly sharp point. He stared at Papelbon, slowly walking towards him, and then looked down at the piece of wood, wondering if it would even be strong enough to pierce his skin.
It seems pointless either way to try and take him on directly… I’ll have to think this through and get an upper hand… With a sudden burst of speed the man ran away from his assailant, moving towards the shadowy backside of the warehouse.
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OoC: Attempt No. 2 <_<
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Nichi looked up to see the blazing beam shooting for him. Nichi extended his arms, like he was waiting for someone to maybe hug him. Suddenly, a white aura formed around him and six wings protruded from his back.
Inferno is unable to see this and assumes that when the beam hits Nichi, that he has claimed victory. However, he knows better than to turn his back on the smoke that was left, and waits for it to dissappear.
What Inferno would see next is unbelieveable. Nichi is holding a large ball of energy made from the Ki blast. Inferno flies at Nichi, attempting to stop what he was planning. Nichi decides to throw it backward, and as Inferno gets closer to him, Nichi's Aura slashes the Ki several times and throws it at Inferno in little pieces. Inferno is hit by most of them, but they mostly hit his arms and stomach.
Inferno lands, but is dazed by the strange attack Nichi has just pulled. He extends his arms from his face only to notice too late that Nichi was preparing a very heavy punch.
Nichi hits him. HARD. Sending Inferno to the recently cooled pool of semi-melted rock.
Nichi then flies towards Inferno, ready to punch him downwards.
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Nichi looked up to see the blazing beam shooting for him. Nichi extended his arms, like he was waiting for someone to maybe hug him. Suddenly, a white aura formed around him and six wings protruded from his back.
Inferno is unable to see this and assumes that when the beam hits Nichi, that he has claimed victory. However, he knows better than to turn his back on the smoke that was left, and waits for it to dissappear.
What Inferno would see next is unbelieveable. Nichi is holding a large ball of energy made from the Ki blast. Inferno flies at Nichi, attempting to stop what he was planning. Nichi decides to throw it backward, and as Inferno gets closer to him, Nichi's Aura slashes the Ki several times and throws it at Inferno in little pieces. Inferno is hit by most of them, but they mostly hit his arms and stomach.
Inferno lands, but is dazed by the strange attack Nichi has just pulled. He extends his arms from his face only to notice too late that Nichi was preparing a very heavy punch.
Nichi hits him. HARD. Sending Inferno to the recently cooled pool of semi-melted rock.
Nichi then flies towards Inferno, ready to punch him downwards.
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OoC: First of all, I made an assumption that the clones are not as corporeal as Kyen himself. As well, this is really shoddy, but I tried. :P
Confusion. If the creature knew it, it wasn’t showing it. It stared at each Kyen and grinned a little. Obviously, the Zone Eater was mistaking the clones to be more grist for its meal, and it knew full well that even if this impudent little beast was capable of hurting it, he was probably damn tasty. And Gingal wanted a real taste of this little rat.
Opening his mouth to its fullest extent, Gingal extended its odd, concealed neck. It looked not unlike an ostrich, its disgusting form hobbling forward in a sort of wobbly run, just as it had before. Swiping its head like one of its arms, it clawed wildly at the air as it consumed one of the lunging Kyens. The Kyen was one of the illusions, and he disappeared as he slid past the teeth and into the black hole that tortured Gingal so. It turned and looked to see if it had hit anything in its rampage, and saw no more of the robed figures, many of which it had swatted away in its hungry onslaught.
Amidst its enraged screech, Gingal the Zone Eater turned around and hobbled into an ally. Another Kyen jumped forward, and Gingal gave a sort of odd chuckle before the Kyen managed to hit the creature… Hit it… From behind? Whatever had just hit Gingal was not the thing in front of it. It turned to see three more four-eyed lizard men, and roared passionately, like a confused animal in captivity. Swiping madly at the small party of monsters, the flat hand connected with one clone, and managed to scrape one that felt moderately solid… Real? The monster’s mind began to put these things together.
Kyen himself seemed to know that he had been found out, and he quickly dispelled his clones, whacking Gingal’s hand with his staff. Gingal let out a cry of protest before turning and clawing just as it had so many times before. Kyen, as per usual, hopped over the arm… But it followed him. Like taffy, the black arm stretched and bent out of joint, snapping sickeningly, following the lizard’s robed form and grabbing him. Gingal grinned like it understood satisfaction, and rose all four of its tree-trunk shaped arms to the lizard’s body. In a disgusting maneuver, heit tugged at Kyen’s arm… And before Kyen could even try to escape, it popped out of joint with an audible, wet crack. With a grunt of pain, Kyen began to wriggle.
Gingal drew him ever closer to its abyss-like mouth, its jagged claws digging into Kyen’s robed back.
A meal. Finally, a meal.
Confusion. If the creature knew it, it wasn’t showing it. It stared at each Kyen and grinned a little. Obviously, the Zone Eater was mistaking the clones to be more grist for its meal, and it knew full well that even if this impudent little beast was capable of hurting it, he was probably damn tasty. And Gingal wanted a real taste of this little rat.
Opening his mouth to its fullest extent, Gingal extended its odd, concealed neck. It looked not unlike an ostrich, its disgusting form hobbling forward in a sort of wobbly run, just as it had before. Swiping its head like one of its arms, it clawed wildly at the air as it consumed one of the lunging Kyens. The Kyen was one of the illusions, and he disappeared as he slid past the teeth and into the black hole that tortured Gingal so. It turned and looked to see if it had hit anything in its rampage, and saw no more of the robed figures, many of which it had swatted away in its hungry onslaught.
Amidst its enraged screech, Gingal the Zone Eater turned around and hobbled into an ally. Another Kyen jumped forward, and Gingal gave a sort of odd chuckle before the Kyen managed to hit the creature… Hit it… From behind? Whatever had just hit Gingal was not the thing in front of it. It turned to see three more four-eyed lizard men, and roared passionately, like a confused animal in captivity. Swiping madly at the small party of monsters, the flat hand connected with one clone, and managed to scrape one that felt moderately solid… Real? The monster’s mind began to put these things together.
Kyen himself seemed to know that he had been found out, and he quickly dispelled his clones, whacking Gingal’s hand with his staff. Gingal let out a cry of protest before turning and clawing just as it had so many times before. Kyen, as per usual, hopped over the arm… But it followed him. Like taffy, the black arm stretched and bent out of joint, snapping sickeningly, following the lizard’s robed form and grabbing him. Gingal grinned like it understood satisfaction, and rose all four of its tree-trunk shaped arms to the lizard’s body. In a disgusting maneuver, heit tugged at Kyen’s arm… And before Kyen could even try to escape, it popped out of joint with an audible, wet crack. With a grunt of pain, Kyen began to wriggle.
Gingal drew him ever closer to its abyss-like mouth, its jagged claws digging into Kyen’s robed back.
A meal. Finally, a meal.
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((OoC: Srry so late, ja))
As Bobby lay on the cold ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, he almost seemed to be… laughing. With each involuntary muscle contraction came a shriek of laughter, with each new wound came a giggle of insane glee. He rolled around on the hard earth, still laughing softly, before slowly staggered to his feet.
“Tickle.” He said under his breath, the blood stains weren’t visible on the pitch blackness of his strait jacket, but the bear could smell plenty of it, some from the new wounds, much from the old. The soft red glow of his right eye was completely eclipsed by what appeared to be a shutter. It took a split second to do this, a split second in which the relentless lightning bear was soon upon him yet again. Bobby stood defiantly still, and when it seemed that the bear would make him its next meal, the eye opened, a fine red laser erupted from it. The straight beam of light seemed to continue endlessly, just to the left of the bear.
Bobby turned his head, the laser following in a straight line with his gaze. The laser passed right through the bear’s left ear, and soon that very ear was lying on the ground. The lightning bear recoiled, a deafening roar assaulting Bobby’s ears. His gaze strayed again, towards the bear’s head, but he was distracted. The laser passed through the bear’s right flank, a piece of meat the size of a prize ham neatly fell to the ground, the edges of fur singed. Before Bobby could sever the beast’s head, however, a small fizzling sound and a sputter of sparks erupted from the side of his face. He fell the ground, laughing like a madman, kicking and clutching his right eye.
As Bobby lay on the cold ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, he almost seemed to be… laughing. With each involuntary muscle contraction came a shriek of laughter, with each new wound came a giggle of insane glee. He rolled around on the hard earth, still laughing softly, before slowly staggered to his feet.
“Tickle.” He said under his breath, the blood stains weren’t visible on the pitch blackness of his strait jacket, but the bear could smell plenty of it, some from the new wounds, much from the old. The soft red glow of his right eye was completely eclipsed by what appeared to be a shutter. It took a split second to do this, a split second in which the relentless lightning bear was soon upon him yet again. Bobby stood defiantly still, and when it seemed that the bear would make him its next meal, the eye opened, a fine red laser erupted from it. The straight beam of light seemed to continue endlessly, just to the left of the bear.
Bobby turned his head, the laser following in a straight line with his gaze. The laser passed right through the bear’s left ear, and soon that very ear was lying on the ground. The lightning bear recoiled, a deafening roar assaulting Bobby’s ears. His gaze strayed again, towards the bear’s head, but he was distracted. The laser passed through the bear’s right flank, a piece of meat the size of a prize ham neatly fell to the ground, the edges of fur singed. Before Bobby could sever the beast’s head, however, a small fizzling sound and a sputter of sparks erupted from the side of his face. He fell the ground, laughing like a madman, kicking and clutching his right eye.
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Let's begin in modest I suppose...
As his elusive adversary sprinted further into the darkness of the spacious warehouse, Papelbon let out a snort that was half frustration and half amusement.
You dwarf toss one little thief through a crate and he becomes Mr. Varsity track and field.
“Mr. Burnell, you’ll soon find that only a fine lookin’ woman can cause me
to enjoy the chasing game,” Papelbon called into the darkness Huge had galloped into. “When I catch ya, you’re going to catch a thorough beatin’”
With that, Papelbon lunged headlong into the dimly lit labyrinth that would soon house a physical exchange that had the potential to bring the harbor down to the sea.
For a large man, Papelbon moved like the wind. If one were to strap a headlight and a whistle on the behemoth’s front side, he could be mistaken as a freight train. Three strides later, the Papelbon express was emphatically derailed by the broad side of a crate shard courtesy of Hugo Burnell.
WHACK!
The blunt impact of plywood on skull traveling at a high velocity resonated throughout the warehouses main floor. Papelbon’s inertia was so great that despite his unpleasant meeting with the broken piece of crate, his momentum carried his stumbling frame several more feet forward until he finally came to a halt, clutching his bludgeoned face in his massive hands while cursing a blue streak.
Papelbon hadn’t the time to survey the damage as Burnell was immediately upon him, wielding the pointed piece of wood like a lance in front of him. As Papelbon turned, Hugo thrust his makeshift weapon at the stunned giant’s midsection with aims to run him through. However, Papelbon was able to narrowly evade his skewering with an agile hop to the side, at the same time managing to grab a handful of his swift assailant’s hair and once again send him airborne. Hugo was sent careening into the steel grating of the warehouses wall, his spine clanging off the unforgiving terrain before landing face first on the cold cement floor, knocking the wind clean out of him.
Papelbon used the interim time bought by his human shot putting to violently crack his broken nose into place before striding furiously towards his pesky prey. He spared no time in allowing Hugo to regain an upright form, instead punting him so savagely in his prone midsection that it sent the brown-coated vagabond once more into the wall, this time leaving a small crater in the steel siding upon impact.
As Hugo landed for a second time in a tattered heap, Papelbon reached down and grabbed him by the back of his collar, hoisting his panting and battered body high above his head.
“Now you’re going to wish you just…gave…up!” Papelbon sneered up at his struggling adversary.
However, the words had barely leapt from his lips when in an act of resourcefulness and desperation, Hugo had grabbed the gem that both men so fiercely sought after, and in a lightning-quick motion thrust it directly into Papelbon’s eye.
Immediately Hugo was free of the vice grip and hit the ground running as his counterpart roared in anguish, blood rushing from a deep laceration that spanned his entire orbital bone. Papelbon dropped to one knee in his obvious agony, allowing Hugo to widen the gap between him and his assassin. Papelbon’s field of vision was subsequently transformed to pure red, and it had little to do with the blood that flowed freely down his face, spilling crimson blotches on his white dress shirt. Looking up from his momentary resting place, Papelbon replaced his howls of pain into a sadistic chuckle.
“Never in the face boy, never in the face.” Papelbon slowly rose to a standing position once more, and with his gaze fixated at the low-lit area that Hugo had once again sprinted off into, the big man cautiously but confidently strode forward, no longer content in fooling around with his evidently wise opponent. From henceforth, Papelbon was out to kill.
“Kid, you just bought y’self a casket…”
As his elusive adversary sprinted further into the darkness of the spacious warehouse, Papelbon let out a snort that was half frustration and half amusement.
You dwarf toss one little thief through a crate and he becomes Mr. Varsity track and field.
“Mr. Burnell, you’ll soon find that only a fine lookin’ woman can cause me
to enjoy the chasing game,” Papelbon called into the darkness Huge had galloped into. “When I catch ya, you’re going to catch a thorough beatin’”
With that, Papelbon lunged headlong into the dimly lit labyrinth that would soon house a physical exchange that had the potential to bring the harbor down to the sea.
For a large man, Papelbon moved like the wind. If one were to strap a headlight and a whistle on the behemoth’s front side, he could be mistaken as a freight train. Three strides later, the Papelbon express was emphatically derailed by the broad side of a crate shard courtesy of Hugo Burnell.
WHACK!
The blunt impact of plywood on skull traveling at a high velocity resonated throughout the warehouses main floor. Papelbon’s inertia was so great that despite his unpleasant meeting with the broken piece of crate, his momentum carried his stumbling frame several more feet forward until he finally came to a halt, clutching his bludgeoned face in his massive hands while cursing a blue streak.
Papelbon hadn’t the time to survey the damage as Burnell was immediately upon him, wielding the pointed piece of wood like a lance in front of him. As Papelbon turned, Hugo thrust his makeshift weapon at the stunned giant’s midsection with aims to run him through. However, Papelbon was able to narrowly evade his skewering with an agile hop to the side, at the same time managing to grab a handful of his swift assailant’s hair and once again send him airborne. Hugo was sent careening into the steel grating of the warehouses wall, his spine clanging off the unforgiving terrain before landing face first on the cold cement floor, knocking the wind clean out of him.
Papelbon used the interim time bought by his human shot putting to violently crack his broken nose into place before striding furiously towards his pesky prey. He spared no time in allowing Hugo to regain an upright form, instead punting him so savagely in his prone midsection that it sent the brown-coated vagabond once more into the wall, this time leaving a small crater in the steel siding upon impact.
As Hugo landed for a second time in a tattered heap, Papelbon reached down and grabbed him by the back of his collar, hoisting his panting and battered body high above his head.
“Now you’re going to wish you just…gave…up!” Papelbon sneered up at his struggling adversary.
However, the words had barely leapt from his lips when in an act of resourcefulness and desperation, Hugo had grabbed the gem that both men so fiercely sought after, and in a lightning-quick motion thrust it directly into Papelbon’s eye.
Immediately Hugo was free of the vice grip and hit the ground running as his counterpart roared in anguish, blood rushing from a deep laceration that spanned his entire orbital bone. Papelbon dropped to one knee in his obvious agony, allowing Hugo to widen the gap between him and his assassin. Papelbon’s field of vision was subsequently transformed to pure red, and it had little to do with the blood that flowed freely down his face, spilling crimson blotches on his white dress shirt. Looking up from his momentary resting place, Papelbon replaced his howls of pain into a sadistic chuckle.
“Never in the face boy, never in the face.” Papelbon slowly rose to a standing position once more, and with his gaze fixated at the low-lit area that Hugo had once again sprinted off into, the big man cautiously but confidently strode forward, no longer content in fooling around with his evidently wise opponent. From henceforth, Papelbon was out to kill.
“Kid, you just bought y’self a casket…”
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Inferno quickly caught he punch and in a flash he had changed again, there were now more spikes to his hair and the air around him was charged with electric sparks that darted around him.
Inferno: so, you have a battle aura too? let me show you mine.
A pair of giant spirit dragon wings apeaired atround Inferno and unfolded to reveal a massive dragon composed of Magma and dragonfire. The magma flows freely just beneath the cracked rocky surface of the beast. Dragonfire errupts from the cracks as magma drips from its wings. Its eyes burned a brilliant white as it stared at the blue warrior, letting out a roar that shook the ground the warriors stood on.
Inferno: I think mine might be stronger.
Inferno tightened his grip on his enemy's fist, his hand began to glow red, then orange, then yellow, and finally white before ignighting both his own hand and his opponent's fist. Inferno smirked as a look of pain crept across Nichi's face.
Inferno: what's wrong, too hot for you?
Inferno released the warrior and disappeared. the dragon prince re-appeared behind Nichi and smacked him into the ground, causing him to skid along for several yards as Inferno's battle aura charged up it's breath weapon.
Inferno: Here we go! Battle aura, Incineration Blaze!
The magma dragon exhaled a massive stream of dragonfire and magma from its mouth, igniting the air around it and approaching its target with amazing velocity.
OOC: just so everyone knows, dragonfire is a mystical type of fire that only dragons can use, it's what most fire-breating dragons breath weapons are composed of, it is also the hottest kind of fire short of hellfire. btw here's appropriate music for when Inferno's battle aura reveals itself. start at 1:50 [video]M_aQPrEN5jo[/video]
Inferno: so, you have a battle aura too? let me show you mine.
A pair of giant spirit dragon wings apeaired atround Inferno and unfolded to reveal a massive dragon composed of Magma and dragonfire. The magma flows freely just beneath the cracked rocky surface of the beast. Dragonfire errupts from the cracks as magma drips from its wings. Its eyes burned a brilliant white as it stared at the blue warrior, letting out a roar that shook the ground the warriors stood on.
Inferno: I think mine might be stronger.
Inferno tightened his grip on his enemy's fist, his hand began to glow red, then orange, then yellow, and finally white before ignighting both his own hand and his opponent's fist. Inferno smirked as a look of pain crept across Nichi's face.
Inferno: what's wrong, too hot for you?
Inferno released the warrior and disappeared. the dragon prince re-appeared behind Nichi and smacked him into the ground, causing him to skid along for several yards as Inferno's battle aura charged up it's breath weapon.
Inferno: Here we go! Battle aura, Incineration Blaze!
The magma dragon exhaled a massive stream of dragonfire and magma from its mouth, igniting the air around it and approaching its target with amazing velocity.
OOC: just so everyone knows, dragonfire is a mystical type of fire that only dragons can use, it's what most fire-breating dragons breath weapons are composed of, it is also the hottest kind of fire short of hellfire. btw here's appropriate music for when Inferno's battle aura reveals itself. start at 1:50 [video]M_aQPrEN5jo[/video]
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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Sticks and Stones Break my Bones, but Cure Moderate Wounds is a Third-level Spell.
Fallen Star recoiled slightly from the fur-laden man, a look of baffled consternation briefly crossing her face. She took a half-step back, glancing left and right...
What is this? The small woman worried, drawing back defensively. Are all of these people camping by the wolves? He is clearly here to fight....
"Why are you bleeding yourself?" She inquired, sharply. Despite the challenging grimace on the man's face, she felt it was important to know. So far as she could tell, there was no way that cutting himself could benefit the man. Now he was bleeding- and fairly much- and that would hinder him, at least in time. Perhaps he was imposing some sort of time limit?
As seconds passed and the man gave no answer, Fallen Star nearly struck herself in the forehead for stupidity. Of course, he can't *understand* you. Stupid, stupid Fallen Star.
************
As the northman continued to grin broadly, his face twisted in savagery, he felt disappointment begin to rise. This so-called savage warrior was backing away from his power, clearly intimidated, to go by the look on her face. Then she wasn't as promised.... his grin nearly became a frown at the thought, but then she spoke.
"Y'ma esefo ma zha jug'panido?"
He blinked at that. He couldn't understand it, but she sounded... confused. The question was also short, clipped at the ends of each word. As he rolled the odd sounds around in his head, trying to make some sort of sense of them, the Northerner began to become somewhat disgruntled. He was here to fight, not to talk!
Amusingly, the small woman (and she was such, not even quite one and a half meters) began to look... irritated. At herself, apparently- she briefly chewed on one corner of her lower lip, showing a slightly fang-like canine.
Then? Then, she moved.
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There was nothing for it, really. She still wasn't fully adjusted to functioning with only one eye, but it wasn't as though Fallen Star was any sort of a healer, to replace it. Nor could she actually speak with anyone here, and it was clear enough that she was here to fight- and so was this large, pale man.
Tensing slightly, the darkly-tanned woman practically flowed into a low charge, arms loose and trailing from her shoulders. Her run was steady for all that it was surprisingly swift- and it was curved as well, taking her past the pale man, twice as distant from him as he might reach with his hands. For all that he pivoted on his feet, the smaller warrior managed to actually get behind him. Having run a circle about the man clockwise, keeping him within sight of her functioning eye, Fallen Star darted in.
Right hand reached out to the side, she brought the tips of her fingers together. A single swift motion, and she was past the man. Behind her she left a shallow gash on the side of his left arm, and with her she took a small patch of skin and a brief arcing trail of crimson.
She skidded to a halt and wheeled, moccasins scraping on the hard dirt, and stared. A dark mahogany eye focused intensely on the Northman as she watched him.
When he moved, she would be ready, and match him distance for distance. If all worked well, either she would stay clear of his reach, or she would be able to dance around him, using her agility and perceptiveness to avoid his strikes while counterattacking. Of course, few things ever go completely to plan...
Fallen Star recoiled slightly from the fur-laden man, a look of baffled consternation briefly crossing her face. She took a half-step back, glancing left and right...
What is this? The small woman worried, drawing back defensively. Are all of these people camping by the wolves? He is clearly here to fight....
"Why are you bleeding yourself?" She inquired, sharply. Despite the challenging grimace on the man's face, she felt it was important to know. So far as she could tell, there was no way that cutting himself could benefit the man. Now he was bleeding- and fairly much- and that would hinder him, at least in time. Perhaps he was imposing some sort of time limit?
As seconds passed and the man gave no answer, Fallen Star nearly struck herself in the forehead for stupidity. Of course, he can't *understand* you. Stupid, stupid Fallen Star.
************
As the northman continued to grin broadly, his face twisted in savagery, he felt disappointment begin to rise. This so-called savage warrior was backing away from his power, clearly intimidated, to go by the look on her face. Then she wasn't as promised.... his grin nearly became a frown at the thought, but then she spoke.
"Y'ma esefo ma zha jug'panido?"
He blinked at that. He couldn't understand it, but she sounded... confused. The question was also short, clipped at the ends of each word. As he rolled the odd sounds around in his head, trying to make some sort of sense of them, the Northerner began to become somewhat disgruntled. He was here to fight, not to talk!
Amusingly, the small woman (and she was such, not even quite one and a half meters) began to look... irritated. At herself, apparently- she briefly chewed on one corner of her lower lip, showing a slightly fang-like canine.
Then? Then, she moved.
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There was nothing for it, really. She still wasn't fully adjusted to functioning with only one eye, but it wasn't as though Fallen Star was any sort of a healer, to replace it. Nor could she actually speak with anyone here, and it was clear enough that she was here to fight- and so was this large, pale man.
Tensing slightly, the darkly-tanned woman practically flowed into a low charge, arms loose and trailing from her shoulders. Her run was steady for all that it was surprisingly swift- and it was curved as well, taking her past the pale man, twice as distant from him as he might reach with his hands. For all that he pivoted on his feet, the smaller warrior managed to actually get behind him. Having run a circle about the man clockwise, keeping him within sight of her functioning eye, Fallen Star darted in.
Right hand reached out to the side, she brought the tips of her fingers together. A single swift motion, and she was past the man. Behind her she left a shallow gash on the side of his left arm, and with her she took a small patch of skin and a brief arcing trail of crimson.
She skidded to a halt and wheeled, moccasins scraping on the hard dirt, and stared. A dark mahogany eye focused intensely on the Northman as she watched him.
When he moved, she would be ready, and match him distance for distance. If all worked well, either she would stay clear of his reach, or she would be able to dance around him, using her agility and perceptiveness to avoid his strikes while counterattacking. Of course, few things ever go completely to plan...
\"What if nothing means anything? What if nothing really matters?.....
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
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\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
-Calvin
\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
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The world lurched and all four eyes looked up at a swirling gray, half blocked by dancing spots of color. Pain coursed through his shoulder, a steady pulse of agony pounding at his skull. Kyen forced his muscles and felt the shift. This was going to hurt. Kyen clenched his teeth together as the sickening sound of tearing cloth drowned out his groan. Almost as soon as the arm was ripped free at the shoulder, the wound shut itself under a layer of lighter scales. Bright orange liquid still marked outline of the wound and stained his torn robe. Then everything blurred into an instant, as time seemed to collide on itself. And instant is all it was, but Gingal would not soon forget it.
Kyen’s defiant roar could not possibly have come from such a tiny frame, still it came, rising in volume as the air around him seemed grow brighter. No, it did brighten as showers of tiny sparks leaped from his body. As the roar reached its peak, the flow of sparks erupted and a cocoon of electricity enveloped Kyen. Gingal’s roar very nearly echoed Kyen’s, but the lizard like creature felt it. Almost indistinguishable, yet the behemoth’s grip had loosened. Kyen forced himself free, punching his way out with his good hand. He somersaulted over the gaping abyss, staff held firmly in his foot. In mid-air his mind raced but something caught his eye and he reacted. Eyes darted, looking out for the serpentine limbs, but two of his eyes were fixed on his target.
Staff twirled and Kyen held it again in his hand, aimed straight for his target. Holes, they looked like holes, they had to be. “On it’s back?” he thought, “Well, big ball of ugly’s going to get some hurting.” He came crashing onto the thing’s back, driving the staff into the oily black orifice much like a spear. Not waiting to see if Gingal thought a mosquito had stung him, or if the beast was flailing in pain, he made a hasty escape. Kyen proved his acrobatic nature by jumping up on his staff and leaping onto a two story building nearby. He drove the staff back as he kicked away from it, muttering a prayer under his breath for his most useful tool. “I’ll get you back.” He rolled onto the flat roof, groaning each time his shoulder touched the ground. Quickly pushing himself to his feet, he hesitated at going to look at the edge of the building. “Let it figure out where I am.”
[[You got it right, they were just illusions. Not sure if I went too far though. Hopefully not.]]
Kyen’s defiant roar could not possibly have come from such a tiny frame, still it came, rising in volume as the air around him seemed grow brighter. No, it did brighten as showers of tiny sparks leaped from his body. As the roar reached its peak, the flow of sparks erupted and a cocoon of electricity enveloped Kyen. Gingal’s roar very nearly echoed Kyen’s, but the lizard like creature felt it. Almost indistinguishable, yet the behemoth’s grip had loosened. Kyen forced himself free, punching his way out with his good hand. He somersaulted over the gaping abyss, staff held firmly in his foot. In mid-air his mind raced but something caught his eye and he reacted. Eyes darted, looking out for the serpentine limbs, but two of his eyes were fixed on his target.
Staff twirled and Kyen held it again in his hand, aimed straight for his target. Holes, they looked like holes, they had to be. “On it’s back?” he thought, “Well, big ball of ugly’s going to get some hurting.” He came crashing onto the thing’s back, driving the staff into the oily black orifice much like a spear. Not waiting to see if Gingal thought a mosquito had stung him, or if the beast was flailing in pain, he made a hasty escape. Kyen proved his acrobatic nature by jumping up on his staff and leaping onto a two story building nearby. He drove the staff back as he kicked away from it, muttering a prayer under his breath for his most useful tool. “I’ll get you back.” He rolled onto the flat roof, groaning each time his shoulder touched the ground. Quickly pushing himself to his feet, he hesitated at going to look at the edge of the building. “Let it figure out where I am.”
[[You got it right, they were just illusions. Not sure if I went too far though. Hopefully not.]]
Raging through time to find revenge...
Hate only growing as the time never stops...
Searching for the only way to find peace within himself...
Hate only growing as the time never stops...
Searching for the only way to find peace within himself...
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Erdawn Il Deus
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The impact slammed the Hylian's teeth together to the roots and he bit the insides of his cheeks as his body tried to shut down on him, wrenching himself to sitting position and blind with effort staggering to his feet before he could make the conscious desicision to lay and recuperate. He horked a stream of blood and spit from the corner of his mouth and it arced lazily before spattering the stones. His knuckles were white on the pommel of the Master Sword. He hadn't lost his sword. Never.
“Still up, eh?” Senel called down. “My, but you like yourself a beatin.” His gauntlets crackled.
Coming again, Link thought. Coming again gotta snap out of it- He re-slung his shield and reached inside the folds of his cloak and as it moved it threw off strange shadows and shapes which made no sense against the air around it. There was another flash of light, which stretched out and took form like the root of an old tree. Twisted between his fist was a gnarled staff of wood so ancient it had taken a blue, petrified cast, hooked at the end like a shepherd's cane and sewn with beads and chimes which knocked empitly against its body. The cane of the sorceror Bryna, withdrawn from the entrails of Death Mountain hidden amidst the temporal portals and dimensional rifts of its canyons. He had no need of the Mirror Shield, not now.
“You need a walking stick now? You must be older than you look!” Senel cackled. “That's it, puttin you under now, hope you don't mind.” He sprinted down the steps, coming close enough to simply leap at him and tear him arm from shoulder with his bare hands.
Link said nothing. He cocked the large staff forward, ticking it off air, and as he moved it the feel of the wood awoke in his throat the words, forming shapes with his lips he would not remember in a tongue his sanity was made unaware of. The words fell slowly, unraveling upwards like bubbles through molasses, and became an incomprehensible drone as the hallways of the Hylian's throat thrummed with borrowed power. His vison swam still, and he was having trouble taking a full breath of air – Senel was strong in ways unnatural to the human body – but he swallowed the metal reek of copper in his mouth. He would end this.
Air clapped as the fist-fighter's knuckles dashed out. He would take the swordsman's head clean off with a single punch, if he could manage. When they met – Wham - resistance much greater than the force they themselves exuded, they bounced off so violently that the entire arm was thrown backwards past the shoulder and hung there, muscles shuddering. It was credit to the gauntlets that his fingers did not simply exploded under the pressure, perhaps.
It made little difference.
The mailed fist of the Titan Mitt constricted around Link's fingers. His blade rose, shaking with the force of it. He did not bother targeting the gauntlets themselves, aimed instead above where they ended. Moved by herculean strenght, strenght which could lift and hurl menhirs of iron, the fairy-forged golden steel passed through the flesh of Senel's upper-arm and ret it apart so violently it spattered gore across the stone in sweeping, inconsistent patterns. Bone crunched, splintered off. The severed limb spun lazily away from the shoulder – it was disorienting. And where the flesh had been opened to air it combusted – touched by the energy of the creator-goddesses they burst into pure tongues of flame with the violence of kerosene-soaked timber, burning gold, bright gold. Senel didn't scream – the circuit-breaker of his nervous system had shut down the pain – only gaped. The blade danced up, flicking blood from its edge, and downwards to point at Senel's opened chest as blood ran down to his belly like baptismal water.
The steel seemed to elongate, growing to such a bright degree of golden light it cast beams of rainbow from its edges, until the whiteness converged and struck out like an arm of lightning, bending Senel over at the waist, lifting him from the floor, and carrying across the platform into a proud-looking gargoyle shaped in the likeness of the wizard Aghanim at speeds usually reserved for high-speed vehicular collisions. The stone shattered, blew out, broke. Senel hung over its remains, blood no longer running from the cauterised stump of his right arm.
Link lowered the staff, withdrew it into his robe. He was panting. He remembered a time when he could have held the shield for hours, unleashing energy with the Master Sword or even combining it with his cape. But now... it would be best to conserve his energy. He could see the shadows of fairies lighting at him from the rock, drawing power from the world beneath the world. And his enemy was not done – he could feel the life thrum from him, in his state of hyper-awareness. This dimmed as Bryna's magic left him, but he remembered it.
Finish it now.
He left his shield slung, whipped his cloak up around him and as it passed over his features he seemed to erase from reality, brush-stroked neatly into invisibility. His body rang with the effort – it was a sickening feeling, like slipping into a cold bath of gelatine and shivering without the ability to stop - required to maintain the charm and he ran headlong at Senel, blade poised, to cut him apart where he lay.
“Still up, eh?” Senel called down. “My, but you like yourself a beatin.” His gauntlets crackled.
Coming again, Link thought. Coming again gotta snap out of it- He re-slung his shield and reached inside the folds of his cloak and as it moved it threw off strange shadows and shapes which made no sense against the air around it. There was another flash of light, which stretched out and took form like the root of an old tree. Twisted between his fist was a gnarled staff of wood so ancient it had taken a blue, petrified cast, hooked at the end like a shepherd's cane and sewn with beads and chimes which knocked empitly against its body. The cane of the sorceror Bryna, withdrawn from the entrails of Death Mountain hidden amidst the temporal portals and dimensional rifts of its canyons. He had no need of the Mirror Shield, not now.
“You need a walking stick now? You must be older than you look!” Senel cackled. “That's it, puttin you under now, hope you don't mind.” He sprinted down the steps, coming close enough to simply leap at him and tear him arm from shoulder with his bare hands.
Link said nothing. He cocked the large staff forward, ticking it off air, and as he moved it the feel of the wood awoke in his throat the words, forming shapes with his lips he would not remember in a tongue his sanity was made unaware of. The words fell slowly, unraveling upwards like bubbles through molasses, and became an incomprehensible drone as the hallways of the Hylian's throat thrummed with borrowed power. His vison swam still, and he was having trouble taking a full breath of air – Senel was strong in ways unnatural to the human body – but he swallowed the metal reek of copper in his mouth. He would end this.
Air clapped as the fist-fighter's knuckles dashed out. He would take the swordsman's head clean off with a single punch, if he could manage. When they met – Wham - resistance much greater than the force they themselves exuded, they bounced off so violently that the entire arm was thrown backwards past the shoulder and hung there, muscles shuddering. It was credit to the gauntlets that his fingers did not simply exploded under the pressure, perhaps.
It made little difference.
The mailed fist of the Titan Mitt constricted around Link's fingers. His blade rose, shaking with the force of it. He did not bother targeting the gauntlets themselves, aimed instead above where they ended. Moved by herculean strenght, strenght which could lift and hurl menhirs of iron, the fairy-forged golden steel passed through the flesh of Senel's upper-arm and ret it apart so violently it spattered gore across the stone in sweeping, inconsistent patterns. Bone crunched, splintered off. The severed limb spun lazily away from the shoulder – it was disorienting. And where the flesh had been opened to air it combusted – touched by the energy of the creator-goddesses they burst into pure tongues of flame with the violence of kerosene-soaked timber, burning gold, bright gold. Senel didn't scream – the circuit-breaker of his nervous system had shut down the pain – only gaped. The blade danced up, flicking blood from its edge, and downwards to point at Senel's opened chest as blood ran down to his belly like baptismal water.
The steel seemed to elongate, growing to such a bright degree of golden light it cast beams of rainbow from its edges, until the whiteness converged and struck out like an arm of lightning, bending Senel over at the waist, lifting him from the floor, and carrying across the platform into a proud-looking gargoyle shaped in the likeness of the wizard Aghanim at speeds usually reserved for high-speed vehicular collisions. The stone shattered, blew out, broke. Senel hung over its remains, blood no longer running from the cauterised stump of his right arm.
Link lowered the staff, withdrew it into his robe. He was panting. He remembered a time when he could have held the shield for hours, unleashing energy with the Master Sword or even combining it with his cape. But now... it would be best to conserve his energy. He could see the shadows of fairies lighting at him from the rock, drawing power from the world beneath the world. And his enemy was not done – he could feel the life thrum from him, in his state of hyper-awareness. This dimmed as Bryna's magic left him, but he remembered it.
Finish it now.
He left his shield slung, whipped his cloak up around him and as it passed over his features he seemed to erase from reality, brush-stroked neatly into invisibility. His body rang with the effort – it was a sickening feeling, like slipping into a cold bath of gelatine and shivering without the ability to stop - required to maintain the charm and he ran headlong at Senel, blade poised, to cut him apart where he lay.
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<i>Rx Prozach</i>: Toronto is one sucky Toronto. :P I can\'t imagine smoking enough pot to find a shoe museum interes
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I'll try to get a good post by tonight, but as a heads up, I won't be able to post at all from Friday to Saturday afternoon. Just an FYI.