Leona was wrapped around Fang, drinking his blood. Without a jugular, he wouldn't have much longer. That is, if he required one. Being half dragon, he did not require the particular vein which was ripped out. In fact, the dragon equivilant to a jugular are a group of small veins that run through the inside of the walls of the throat. What Leona had pulled out was an abnormally large vein that Fang carried over from his human form. As for the blood that Leona was guzzling down out of Fang's neck, dragon blood is somewhat poisonous. It is not deadly, but if consumed the individual who did so will undergo a temporary paralysis. Leona, unaware of this, continued drinking.
Even though Leona would be affect by the dragon blood soon enough, Fang had to get out of her constriction. He managed to get out a few words in his dragonic lanugage. Burning energy began forming around his skin. Leona began feeling a slight burning sensation and released her teeth from Fang's neck. The fiery layer of energy grew hotter and hotter. Leona tried and pull off, but the paralysis from the dragon blood had begun to affect her and she couldn't move. Fang let out a scream as her muscles grew weaker and he could once again breathe. As he screamed, the energy that layered on his scales pushed outward and grew hotter and stronger. The "explosion" pushed Leona away and off of Fang and his blade. She landed on the ground once more, unable to move. Fang took a minute to catch his breath before he went back on the offensive.
Now that he was free and Leona was temporarily paralyzed, Fang could make an attack. He first held his blade into the air, once more speaking in dragonic tongues. His blade turned red and glowed with the fire of a thousand dragons' breaths. He slashed at the air and fire formed in the blade's path. He softly pressed the blade against his neck where Leona had been drinking his blood. Fang felt little pain from the heat as the now red hot blade burned his skin shut, greatly slowing down blood loss. He He then began slowly walking over to where the tentacled woman had fallen. The dragon warrior made another slice at one of her tenacles, but this time with a burning blade and at the base of her appendage, right where her body met it. Makeing an exact cut, he severed the stone spider-leg tentacle thing from her body. If people had not known her they would have assumed it was just a burn wound, as it looked like there had never been a tentacle there. Fang's slash was very precise. He then did the same to the other three tentacles she had used for support. As he did so, Leona's pain was extravagant. As she had laughed before, she had now felt like crying, though she would not let herself do so.
When Fang was done slicing her tentacles off one by one, he thrusted his Dark Blade through her cheeks. Being a rather large blade it obviously cut through to the corners of her lips. The heat from the blade being right on next to the top of her head was so amazingly hot now that it set her hair on fire. In a few minutes Leona was going to look like a bloody Brittany Spears with tentacles.
The dragon manipulator returned his blade to normal and put it away. He turned toward Leona's tentacles coming from her bosom and grabbed one. (The tentacles I mean.) He placed his foot on her stomach and began pulling. He pulled harder and harder. The harder he pulled the more that her skin began to tear where the tentacle junctioned with her torso. With one final yank, Fang ripped the appendage from Leona. He had severed another tentacle from her. Only this time, the wound was not burned shut.
Being only half dragon, the poison in his blood was not as strong as a full dragon's was. It was sure to wear off soon. But would Leona have the strength to go on and continue?
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As he was getting up, Raji said, "I guess it won't be as easy as I thought it would be" Letios growled a low, "You're damn right, swordsman" Raji had a deep scratch on his chest, most likely from that last attack. Another problem was that his sword was at the other side of the battlefield. But that seemed like the least of the young warrior's worries, as Letios was getting ready for another attack. Without his sword, Raji couldn't do very much to hurt the serpent. But, when he was just learning how to be a swordsman, his teacher told him to never give up. Never one to disobey his masters, Raji stretched out his and gave Letios a "Bring it" gesture.
This angered the serpent, as he charged at the young swordsman. Raji dodged it with a frontflip, sending him so far he reached the other side of the battlefield. Just before he landed, Raji grabbed his sword and readied it for an attack. Letios again charged at Raji, but this time he was ready. Raji also charged at Letios his sword's tip shining in the sunlight. With a mighty push, Raji thrust his sword deep into Letios' belly. As Raji pulled back his sword, the serpent let out a mighty roar, then collapsed.
This angered the serpent, as he charged at the young swordsman. Raji dodged it with a frontflip, sending him so far he reached the other side of the battlefield. Just before he landed, Raji grabbed his sword and readied it for an attack. Letios again charged at Raji, but this time he was ready. Raji also charged at Letios his sword's tip shining in the sunlight. With a mighty push, Raji thrust his sword deep into Letios' belly. As Raji pulled back his sword, the serpent let out a mighty roar, then collapsed.
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OOC: *Reads* Well... I am planning on losing this... but something like that just won't stand for me. I'd rather go down in a blaze than just stabbed in the chest... which I think sort of explains partly why my scores last tournament were bad. ...Anyway... Tomorrow I'm leaving on a trip which I forgot about while signing up, and I'll be gone till about thursday. So I figure why bother going on with this, seeing as even if I do win, I'll just have someone waiting until the second round is half over just about. Its not really worth it I think...
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Raji looked at the serpent collapsed on the ground, normally such an attack would leave an average person dead within moments. Letios however was neither human nor normal. He slowly lifted to the ground and stood tall, fully stretching out the frame of his body, now almost a foot taller than the swordsman before him. He ripped off the black cloak around his body, sparks jumping off of his scales into the mist-filled air. He glared at the swordsman, his eyes glowing yellow, with no appearance of emotion to be seen within them.
"Heh... Foolish Mortal... you dare think that I would fall to something like that so easily?" Letios roared at the swordsman, in a voice deeper than how he spoke before. "It seems I will have to teach you your place here."
Letios reaches to the back of his neck with his right arm, grabbing a metal rod seemingly fused to his scales within his claws. With a quick swing of his arm, he rips the Serpent's Coil from off of his back, blood sent flying into the mist from off of it as he swings the chained blades around him in an arc. Raji leaps backwards away from Letios to evade the swing of the blades.
With more and more swings of his blade, Raji is forced backwards as he continues to evade the attacks. Letios stops and looks at his opponent, still holding his blade, and panting slightly from the barrage of attacks the serpent threw at him.
"Getting tired? Don't worry... soon you will have all the time in the world to rest once I'm done with you." Letios taunted, "And that will be soon enough. Look around you. There isn't anywhere else for you to run. Well, unless you feel like falling to your death that is..."
Raji looked around him and growled; only a few feet away from the edge of the pillar, and most of the other places he could go would be right within the path of the serpent's blade. He tightly clutched his sword in his hands as Letios prepared for another swing, ready to end his opponent with one final swing.
Raji rushed towards Letios as he swung the Serpent's Coil at him. He slashed at the whip like-blades in mid air, causing them to wrap around the sword, slashing against Raji's back. Raji ignored the pain as blood streamed down his back. He slashed upwards at Letios' right arm, leaving only a bloody stump in its place as his claw, still holding his blade, flies across the air and lands on the stone ground, closely by the edge of the pillar, parts of the blade hanging over it slightly.
Letios punched at Raji with a powerful swing of his left arm, tossing him to the ground, and began to rush towards his arm and blade. The blade of the Serpent's Coil continued to fall down the side of the pillar, dragging Letios' claw along with it. The entire weapon drops off of the side just as Letios reaches the end, falling down into the dark mist below.
Letios gets up and roars, electricity surging through his body once again as he glares at his opponent. "How dare you..." he mutters before yelling at Raji. "I'll kill you where you stand Mortal!"
He rushes towards his opponent as fast as he can, his left arm extended. The two warriors attack at the same time, Raji thrusting his sword straight through Letios' chest, as the Serpent grasped his claw around the swordsman's throat sending electricity through his body. He lifted the warrior upward slightly as his grip tightened. Though Raji was running short on both breath and strength, he held strong to his sword, lifting it upward through the serpents chest, blood pouring from his body.
Electricity stops flowing from Letios into the swordsman, and his grip begins to weaken, dropping the swordsman to his feet. He steps backwards a few feet, towards the edge and stops paralyzed in shock with his eyes blank, as if all of the pain came to him at this one moment. Raji gasps as he catches his breath and draws his blade, moving towards the serpent...
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OOC: Feel free to finish me off now I suppose. Sorry that the battle has been short and you weren't able to do much since I took control of a lot of it; but because of time constraints on my part I can't do much other than just end this for me. Well, good luck in the tournament everyone. Maybe in another battlefield event I'll actually be able to stick through the whole thing... Oh well...
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Raji looked at the serpent collapsed on the ground, normally such an attack would leave an average person dead within moments. Letios however was neither human nor normal. He slowly lifted to the ground and stood tall, fully stretching out the frame of his body, now almost a foot taller than the swordsman before him. He ripped off the black cloak around his body, sparks jumping off of his scales into the mist-filled air. He glared at the swordsman, his eyes glowing yellow, with no appearance of emotion to be seen within them.
"Heh... Foolish Mortal... you dare think that I would fall to something like that so easily?" Letios roared at the swordsman, in a voice deeper than how he spoke before. "It seems I will have to teach you your place here."
Letios reaches to the back of his neck with his right arm, grabbing a metal rod seemingly fused to his scales within his claws. With a quick swing of his arm, he rips the Serpent's Coil from off of his back, blood sent flying into the mist from off of it as he swings the chained blades around him in an arc. Raji leaps backwards away from Letios to evade the swing of the blades.
With more and more swings of his blade, Raji is forced backwards as he continues to evade the attacks. Letios stops and looks at his opponent, still holding his blade, and panting slightly from the barrage of attacks the serpent threw at him.
"Getting tired? Don't worry... soon you will have all the time in the world to rest once I'm done with you." Letios taunted, "And that will be soon enough. Look around you. There isn't anywhere else for you to run. Well, unless you feel like falling to your death that is..."
Raji looked around him and growled; only a few feet away from the edge of the pillar, and most of the other places he could go would be right within the path of the serpent's blade. He tightly clutched his sword in his hands as Letios prepared for another swing, ready to end his opponent with one final swing.
Raji rushed towards Letios as he swung the Serpent's Coil at him. He slashed at the whip like-blades in mid air, causing them to wrap around the sword, slashing against Raji's back. Raji ignored the pain as blood streamed down his back. He slashed upwards at Letios' right arm, leaving only a bloody stump in its place as his claw, still holding his blade, flies across the air and lands on the stone ground, closely by the edge of the pillar, parts of the blade hanging over it slightly.
Letios punched at Raji with a powerful swing of his left arm, tossing him to the ground, and began to rush towards his arm and blade. The blade of the Serpent's Coil continued to fall down the side of the pillar, dragging Letios' claw along with it. The entire weapon drops off of the side just as Letios reaches the end, falling down into the dark mist below.
Letios gets up and roars, electricity surging through his body once again as he glares at his opponent. "How dare you..." he mutters before yelling at Raji. "I'll kill you where you stand Mortal!"
He rushes towards his opponent as fast as he can, his left arm extended. The two warriors attack at the same time, Raji thrusting his sword straight through Letios' chest, as the Serpent grasped his claw around the swordsman's throat sending electricity through his body. He lifted the warrior upward slightly as his grip tightened. Though Raji was running short on both breath and strength, he held strong to his sword, lifting it upward through the serpents chest, blood pouring from his body.
Electricity stops flowing from Letios into the swordsman, and his grip begins to weaken, dropping the swordsman to his feet. He steps backwards a few feet, towards the edge and stops paralyzed in shock with his eyes blank, as if all of the pain came to him at this one moment. Raji gasps as he catches his breath and draws his blade, moving towards the serpent...
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OOC: Feel free to finish me off now I suppose. Sorry that the battle has been short and you weren't able to do much since I took control of a lot of it; but because of time constraints on my part I can't do much other than just end this for me. Well, good luck in the tournament everyone. Maybe in another battlefield event I'll actually be able to stick through the whole thing... Oh well...
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Ooc: Couple of things I apparently need to clear up.
Demon Traits
Most demons possess the following traits (unless otherwise noted in a creature’s entry).
* Immunity to electricity and poison.
* Resistance to acid 10, cold 10, and fire 10.
* Summon (Sp): Many demons share the ability to summon others of their kind (the success chance and type of demon summoned are noted in each monster description). Demons are often reluctant to use this power until in obvious peril or extreme circumstances.
* Telepathy.
Except where otherwise noted, demons speak Abyssal, Celestial, and Draconic.
Leona may be quite different then other demons of her kind, yet those are still in play. Cept the summon. Can't do that no more. So yeah... poison? Not so much.
2nd. Leona likes pain. The sexually aroused by it kinda liking. So, wanting to cry? Probably not. Not letting herself? Definitively not. It she is in such ecstasy to cry like a little girl, she would do so.
3rd. All of the extra appendages are connected to her spine. Some are wrapped around her bosom usually. Being paralyzed and thrown aside after having wrapped them around fang would have them limp all around not suddenly protruding like some kind of mutant nipples.
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Leona got up, turned to face Fang, and smiled. Most of her facial muscle sliced and burnt off it was a horrid sight to behold. Especially considering the rest of her burnt body, and bald scalp. She spoke. Her voice rang in his mind as her jaw made a gruesome mockery of the movements related to speech.
"It has been a delightful time child, but this must end. I am of the earth. It's power flows threw my veins. We are on a very large rock. Good bye. May your soul burn in hell."
She leaped forward clapping her hands before her and violently spread them. The stone beneath their feet responded in kind, and Fang fell. It was what came naturally when there was nothing beneath ones feet. Now he might have tried something to stop his rapid decent, but it just became faster as Leona spun head over heels and her foot collided with his skull. His falling accelerated by quite a bit, as the now open rock face closed up again.
The smooth topped pillar was unbroken once more as Leona slowly rose out of it, much the same as one would out of water. She looked down and waited, the twisted mockery of a smile on her once lovely features. She had trapped Fang in natural cave. It was of slight size, and held possibly enough breathable atmosphere for some three or four seconds. Two hundred feet of stone separated Fang from the surface.
Demon Traits
Most demons possess the following traits (unless otherwise noted in a creature’s entry).
* Immunity to electricity and poison.
* Resistance to acid 10, cold 10, and fire 10.
* Summon (Sp): Many demons share the ability to summon others of their kind (the success chance and type of demon summoned are noted in each monster description). Demons are often reluctant to use this power until in obvious peril or extreme circumstances.
* Telepathy.
Except where otherwise noted, demons speak Abyssal, Celestial, and Draconic.
Leona may be quite different then other demons of her kind, yet those are still in play. Cept the summon. Can't do that no more. So yeah... poison? Not so much.
2nd. Leona likes pain. The sexually aroused by it kinda liking. So, wanting to cry? Probably not. Not letting herself? Definitively not. It she is in such ecstasy to cry like a little girl, she would do so.
3rd. All of the extra appendages are connected to her spine. Some are wrapped around her bosom usually. Being paralyzed and thrown aside after having wrapped them around fang would have them limp all around not suddenly protruding like some kind of mutant nipples.
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Leona got up, turned to face Fang, and smiled. Most of her facial muscle sliced and burnt off it was a horrid sight to behold. Especially considering the rest of her burnt body, and bald scalp. She spoke. Her voice rang in his mind as her jaw made a gruesome mockery of the movements related to speech.
"It has been a delightful time child, but this must end. I am of the earth. It's power flows threw my veins. We are on a very large rock. Good bye. May your soul burn in hell."
She leaped forward clapping her hands before her and violently spread them. The stone beneath their feet responded in kind, and Fang fell. It was what came naturally when there was nothing beneath ones feet. Now he might have tried something to stop his rapid decent, but it just became faster as Leona spun head over heels and her foot collided with his skull. His falling accelerated by quite a bit, as the now open rock face closed up again.
The smooth topped pillar was unbroken once more as Leona slowly rose out of it, much the same as one would out of water. She looked down and waited, the twisted mockery of a smile on her once lovely features. She had trapped Fang in natural cave. It was of slight size, and held possibly enough breathable atmosphere for some three or four seconds. Two hundred feet of stone separated Fang from the surface.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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The samurai was calm. These illusions, these hallucinations, did not scare or intimidate him. In fact, he seemed entirely unfazed by them. He was aware of the happenings around him, but he was nothingness. His mind had embraced the mu, and this assaults on his psyche did not register as even a nuisance. He could feel the poison flowing through his veins, but its intended affects to confuse and frighten him could not attack the nothingness that was he. The illusions themselves, the magic from the masked man, were in his eyes simply the magical manifestation of the masked man’s sakki. The samurai felt neither joy nor fury as the man’s killing intent echoed into the oblivion. He was part of mu, and nothing could touch his mind.
The masked man, not to be seen in truth, could feel this. He might have grown frustrated, but it was apparent that he increased his efforts. The force of the illusionary magic began to grow more and more violent, yet this only made the echoes into the oblivion louder and almost more obnoxious. As the samurai felt the shockwaves of his effort reach their peak, he reached for the energy which surrounded his calm, peaceful state. All of the sakki, the pure killing intent which made up this magic, was captured, and the masked man felt it bent to the samurai’s will.
All of this force was redirected towards the masked man. It hit him like a great wave, and the pure shock of this blow was able to agonizingly rip away his control over the samurai’s perception. He stopped, and writhed for several moments at the shock and pain his own killing aura had caused him. When he regained himself, he found his illusions gone, and knew, deep down, the samurai was now aware of where he was.
And that cold emptiness, which knew neither joy or panic, oppressed him, and was still strong.
OoC: Might I suggest stopping with the illusions, as trying to make me run around in circles isn’t doing any real damage.
The masked man, not to be seen in truth, could feel this. He might have grown frustrated, but it was apparent that he increased his efforts. The force of the illusionary magic began to grow more and more violent, yet this only made the echoes into the oblivion louder and almost more obnoxious. As the samurai felt the shockwaves of his effort reach their peak, he reached for the energy which surrounded his calm, peaceful state. All of the sakki, the pure killing intent which made up this magic, was captured, and the masked man felt it bent to the samurai’s will.
All of this force was redirected towards the masked man. It hit him like a great wave, and the pure shock of this blow was able to agonizingly rip away his control over the samurai’s perception. He stopped, and writhed for several moments at the shock and pain his own killing aura had caused him. When he regained himself, he found his illusions gone, and knew, deep down, the samurai was now aware of where he was.
And that cold emptiness, which knew neither joy or panic, oppressed him, and was still strong.
OoC: Might I suggest stopping with the illusions, as trying to make me run around in circles isn’t doing any real damage.
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OoC: Actually, judges, I apologize, I can't remember what the criteria for this was supposed to be. I know it wasn't just violence - it may not have been damage either. Maybe it was just "who fights better". But what does that even entail?
I don't know. So, you know - judge as you will.
Post coming sometime tomorrow - apologies to my opponent. -OoC
I don't know. So, you know - judge as you will.
Post coming sometime tomorrow - apologies to my opponent. -OoC
Help me out with the best fanfiction ever, Ganondorf Beats Up EVERYONE! You decide who gets beaten!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
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That's exactly what it was. Who fights better. Not who writes better, but whom FIGHTS better.
This tournament has nothing to do with fancy words and pretty sentence structure. It's all about A beating the crap out of B, and how he/she does it, now how pertyful the words used to do such are.
It's about cutting away the thoughts that A is better then B because you enjoyed reading his four paragraph that involved punching the other guy in the face twice. While B did the same and got a drastically lower score because he simply said outright. B punches A in the face, twice.
Now I'm exaggerating quite a bit, but you get the idea.
This tournament has nothing to do with fancy words and pretty sentence structure. It's all about A beating the crap out of B, and how he/she does it, now how pertyful the words used to do such are.
It's about cutting away the thoughts that A is better then B because you enjoyed reading his four paragraph that involved punching the other guy in the face twice. While B did the same and got a drastically lower score because he simply said outright. B punches A in the face, twice.
Now I'm exaggerating quite a bit, but you get the idea.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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I'm going to judge in a manner of my own: Damage, who seemed to be winning the fight, and brutality. If it was a good fight, but the guy who seemed to be winning by a longshot sucks at writing, I assume we're supposed to give that person the win either way. I'm probably wrong, but that's how it seems to work in this tournament.
Also, by brutality, I mean if the fighter can't create a creative and bloody attack, I won't let it slide. "He slashed him in the arm and he bled" isn't gonna cut it for me; I want details about the sinews and strands of flesh showing as blood gushed into the air. It doesn't have to be all fancy, but I want it to seem brutal.
Let me put it this way: The guy who's posts made me wince the most and who seemed to have a clear advantage is gonna get the win from me.
Good enough for you? Great. If not, I could care less.
Also, by brutality, I mean if the fighter can't create a creative and bloody attack, I won't let it slide. "He slashed him in the arm and he bled" isn't gonna cut it for me; I want details about the sinews and strands of flesh showing as blood gushed into the air. It doesn't have to be all fancy, but I want it to seem brutal.
Let me put it this way: The guy who's posts made me wince the most and who seemed to have a clear advantage is gonna get the win from me.
Good enough for you? Great. If not, I could care less.
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OoC: I never actually said her tentacle was protruding out. While trying to picture this fight in my head, visualizing the characters as clearly as possible, I saw her tentacles lying next to her as limp as she was. All Fang did was pick it up and cut/tear them/it off. sorry for the misunderstanding.
As for the demon characteristics, I'm not sure where you got them. Be it a card game, and RPG, or just some creature bio site, I've never seen such a thing. I had no idea of this.
Her liking pain, I'm...not even sure what to say. I'll just remember that next time. Does this mean she cuts herself or something?
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Leona smiled as she closed up the ground, leaving Fang doomed to an eternity beneath the surface. She was content with her apparent victory but somewhat displeased that she couldn't end up with a meal out of the fight.
Suddenly, like before, the ground began to tremble and crack. As it cracked, a steady glow came from the faults. As the cracks became a canyon, a large dragon crawled out. It was a brown dragon with no wings, but large feet and claws. It was an earth dragon. On top of the beast was Fang.
Fang: I don't know what this dragon was doing in down there, but it sure does help to be able to control them. You didn't think you could just bury me down there, did you?
Before Leona could answer, if she had even planned on it at all, Fang leaped off of the dragon and shot a very large, blood-colored ball of energy at her. She was knocked backwards onto the ground. The dragon crawled back into the ground and the canyon sealed up once more. Fang jumped on top of Leona and jammed his foot onto her neck. Not forgetting about the tentacles, he juped off before they could grab him. He landed above her bald head and reached down into her skull. Fang jammed his fingers into her eyes and tore them out. Unable to see, she waved her tentacles around aimlessly trying to find the dragon warrior. Fang dodged them and jumped about ten feet from where he was. He charged up his dragonic energy untill it was larger than half the battlefield. The ball was a swirling mess of red and blue. He launched the ball into the air. His hailfire ball soared into the air a few hundred yards before making a slow descent to the ground. Fang then shot a small shot of energy at Leona, who had just gotten up. Unable to see the blast coming, it surprised her. She stopped for a while and regained her normal heartbeat. While she did so, Fang ran up to her and grabbed her. Using all of his strength, he threw her into the air toward the ball. She collided with the ball and a large explosion took place. Balls of fire and ice rain upon the land. Luckily Fang was in none of their paths.
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I had to rush through this. Also this will be my last post. I have to play in a jazz concert that will last intill 11:00 EST. It has been fun and I wish the rest of you good luck.
As for the demon characteristics, I'm not sure where you got them. Be it a card game, and RPG, or just some creature bio site, I've never seen such a thing. I had no idea of this.
Her liking pain, I'm...not even sure what to say. I'll just remember that next time. Does this mean she cuts herself or something?
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Leona smiled as she closed up the ground, leaving Fang doomed to an eternity beneath the surface. She was content with her apparent victory but somewhat displeased that she couldn't end up with a meal out of the fight.
Suddenly, like before, the ground began to tremble and crack. As it cracked, a steady glow came from the faults. As the cracks became a canyon, a large dragon crawled out. It was a brown dragon with no wings, but large feet and claws. It was an earth dragon. On top of the beast was Fang.
Fang: I don't know what this dragon was doing in down there, but it sure does help to be able to control them. You didn't think you could just bury me down there, did you?
Before Leona could answer, if she had even planned on it at all, Fang leaped off of the dragon and shot a very large, blood-colored ball of energy at her. She was knocked backwards onto the ground. The dragon crawled back into the ground and the canyon sealed up once more. Fang jumped on top of Leona and jammed his foot onto her neck. Not forgetting about the tentacles, he juped off before they could grab him. He landed above her bald head and reached down into her skull. Fang jammed his fingers into her eyes and tore them out. Unable to see, she waved her tentacles around aimlessly trying to find the dragon warrior. Fang dodged them and jumped about ten feet from where he was. He charged up his dragonic energy untill it was larger than half the battlefield. The ball was a swirling mess of red and blue. He launched the ball into the air. His hailfire ball soared into the air a few hundred yards before making a slow descent to the ground. Fang then shot a small shot of energy at Leona, who had just gotten up. Unable to see the blast coming, it surprised her. She stopped for a while and regained her normal heartbeat. While she did so, Fang ran up to her and grabbed her. Using all of his strength, he threw her into the air toward the ball. She collided with the ball and a large explosion took place. Balls of fire and ice rain upon the land. Luckily Fang was in none of their paths.
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I had to rush through this. Also this will be my last post. I have to play in a jazz concert that will last intill 11:00 EST. It has been fun and I wish the rest of you good luck.
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Raji looked at his defeated opponent, ready to strike the finishing blow. Drawing his sword, Raji sliced Letios' gut open with a quick slice, making the sperpent's intestines fall out. Letios staggered a little bit, but not falling over.
Raji then grabbed Letios by the neck and ripped his head off. Blood spilled all over the young swordsman's face and hand. Raji then dropped his opponent, letting the blood form into a puddle.
Raji then grabbed Letios by the neck and ripped his head off. Blood spilled all over the young swordsman's face and hand. Raji then dropped his opponent, letting the blood form into a puddle.
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I'm sorry to intrude, but that's a bit much... more than a bit much, you dont get to decide if you win or not, and that makes it impossible for you to lose, which takes the sport out of the fight, I really hope that is counted as god mode, or something like that. Once again, I apologize for intruding.Raji then grabbed Letios by the neck and ripped his head off. Blood spilled all over the young swordsman's face and hand. Raji then dropped his opponent, letting the blood form into a puddle. Raji then raised his hand in victory.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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I know, but Kirby Boy could have just told you to make him lose, because of his trip. Than you could have gone and given UG the win without having his ending move right before the judgments.^^Dude. KirbyBoy gave up. VGA was perfectly in reason when he did that, albeit a tad soon.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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[quote="Asnabel]OoC: Might I suggest stopping with the illusions"]
That is the lovely thing about poison, making someone run around in circles is exactly what does real damage. Tear ducts shut sown, lungs can't draw air, soon vital organs turn to mush.
As I said before, I don't want to trick his mind, it seems to be hollow. I much rather enjoy tricking his direct senses while waiting for the drugs and poison do the work.
I just got back from the middle of nowhere, is the round officially over?
That is the lovely thing about poison, making someone run around in circles is exactly what does real damage. Tear ducts shut sown, lungs can't draw air, soon vital organs turn to mush.
As I said before, I don't want to trick his mind, it seems to be hollow. I much rather enjoy tricking his direct senses while waiting for the drugs and poison do the work.
I just got back from the middle of nowhere, is the round officially over?
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