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OoC: Well, he's back. Damn. So here.
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Wow. This was most certainly wierd, and most certainly what Neo had expected: less then competence. She sighed, lifting her "3nd"-degree burnt arm and examining the blackened patch, inhaling a smell that had a distinct taste of...barbeque. Lovely.
The heat energy appeared to dissipate upon the burn, removing the blackened skin from view and discarding it, allowing the small patch to hover off her arm and onto the ground lazily, like a piece of crumpled leather smelling strongly of flesh. The fire had managed to flake off the very flesh, revealing the sticky, drying blood within; however, part of being an experienced controller of moving molecules, the skin appeared to stretch oddly and pull itself together, leaving naught but a small area of pale resembling a scar.
As the little piece of leathery, wrinkled skin-tissue floated lethargically to the icy floor, creating a seething, hissing sound as it hit. Apparently the heat energy was still active. She extended one hand towards the piece, her palm facing it, and in a wave of energy dancing through the remains, the energy appeared in what looked like miniscule red marbles to her fingertips.
Obviously, he hadn't realized that.
She moved smoothly into a defensive stance, then leaped backwards just a little turning a flawless somersault expected of the warrior who either showed grace or rage, creating an evanescent amount of distance between the warrior and the idiot. He disclosed such as a means of beginning to attack, and thus moved into a rather unorthodox defensive pose. Neo scanned his position, passively flickering her eyes over this stance and analyzing it, like a computer, in her head. Neck, arms, shins, elbows. Weakling. But there was one spot which Neo found particularly enjoyable to...ah, destroy.
She retracted her sword arm, her right, holding the metal stick at a certain acute angle, then twirling it, holding the "hilt" horizontally in her palm expertly. Her left extended towards Dragoshi, palm open and eyes rather dangerous looking: vicious, yet holding some kind of hidden knowledge. That knowledge being that she would beat his ass into the ground. And then she hesitated, but not before opening and closing her fingers in a planned-out motion, daring him to close the distance.
So he did.
Yelling out a battle-cryish type thing, or more like a roar which hardly fazed her, she watched his every movement--running in a strange motion, holding the sword diagonal-up to his torso, arm simply swaggering as people did when they were running. Neo had angled the 'stick so as to not only obstruct what would be a weak attack, but even to give him the advantage. But of course, lending a helping hand doesn't come with a price.
She moved the Kendo stick to create an X formation with his blade, and it surprisingly held up, allowing him to push her against the shining, almost white ice. It was difficult to keep her balance. Supporting her weight with only her abdominal and leg muscles, but not her arms, she allowed herself to be pushed back towards the ground.
You know the position of your legs when you perform a wall-sit? Well, that was basically what Neo looked like now. Only the rest of her body was tilted backwards like what you would do when you were lying down. Her knees did not shake. She did not give way.
Well, not yet...
Suddenly, with a sudden outburst of strength surpressed she shoved Dragoshi backwards with her stick just a little, keeping the blades moving in the X formation yet rendering any movement unhelpful. And then, she pulled out of the framework, causing Dragoshi's sword to fly downwards in what might've sliced a normal person in two--had she not, with imperceptible speed, slid backwards with her thighs prompting the saber to slash through nothing but the molecules in the air. I don't think he managed to do that correctly either.
She completed her planned stroke by moving her Kendo stick behind her, tossing it up in the air beforehand and falling to a crouching position, knees bent and on gloved palm on the ground. Unallowing the friction to daunt her leather, she pushed off sliding as if in an ice skating rink to behind him. The femme warrior reared to full height and bent her arms by the elbows, shoving them back.
The Kendo stick landed perfectly in the crooks of her elbows, only to let her arms drop straight...but before it could fall, she grasped it with her right hand and twirled it flawlessly, before shoving it just below Dragoshi's tailbone. Guess where that ended up. Here's a hint: anal passage.
["I've never seen BSD's ass that kicked since GTX brutally murdered him in the Black Sun vs. Ring of Power topic! And he's retarded!!!11"]
With excessive strength it was shoved through scale and flesh only to pop out of his torso, and yet pulled out smelling meekly of... Well, let's not go there. Wrinkling her nose at it, she tossed it over the ledge carelessly, her tendons barely aching with fatigue, and her smirk still there: arrogant, and full of knowing. Opening her vest she quickly removed what appeared to be 3-equal-length batonish figures attached by a chain. Nunchaku? Not exactly.
She made the transition to swinging the thing above her head, and it was a little obvious her grip tightened by the movement of her fingers--and with a sound similar to a metal bar hitting a wooden table, the chain links straightened and connected, a blade forming at the tip to reveal a "naginata"--the favourite of the women in samurai clans, and often used to protect one's home.
Watching Dragoshi writhe in pain was actually very much fun. She foresaw and foretold many movements of his already, and thus gathered that most attacks recieved were construed upon no thought at all. Had I gone over that already? Yes. Neo stood there, passive and eyes glittering with malice, undaunted by any former pain or hurt now. No more restrains, no more perturbation. When someone defiled her honor, she would make them bleed.
"You have no skill as a warrior here." she declared lightly, propping the naginata on her right shoulder, allowing the ice underneath her very feet to boil leaving her in a slight indent of solid ground. This statement was actually quite insulting to people around these parts, but she just made it out to sound as if asking for the time of day.
The glowy blade of the naginata, traced with a glimmer of pure, sourceless light was pointed at Dragoshi with a chinking sound, creating the sound that a blade makes when striking air. The staffy end curved under her underarm and lay out behind her back.
"Get up. I'm getting bored." she commanded rudely, though her height and stature would make it seem rather silly of not for her bloodstained cheeks and arms. The blood on her arm had become more or less gelatinous, staying on her arm stickily like a weak adhesive. Dragoshi swore ("dumb basket," anyone?) under his breath, standing up shakily and grabbing his saber, spinning around in a plain fighting stance. This time, he payed more attention to his openings, and perhaps he was even thinking. In a very un-Neolike manner, she charged at him, swinging the naginata in graceful sweeping motions at Dragoshi--each were dodged, blocked, or countered. Maybe it was just instinct.
Her nonchalant zeal seemed to dominate this, having no trouble whatsoever and simply smirking mindlessly, attacking simply on reflex. And even her reflexes, though less acrobatic and/or graceful, were seriously owning some ass. Finally, she drove her palm into his chest--which it actually went through.
*squish*
[DVG falls through the volcano mouth. "Holy cow! She's trying to tear out his bleeding heart from its chest and will soon thereafter have someone piss on it or something! Everyone hit the dirt!!!!!'2q"]
Apparently, she was actually trying to tear his heart out from the gentle tendons and arteries that held it together, plunging her fist deeper into his flesh and ignoring the blood spurting out from his wounds and onto her face. Her eyes were empty... Very uncharacteristic, but the femme warrior had absolutely no problem with this. Finally, Dragoshi summoned the energy to raise a scaled foot, with blood splattered on the toe, and shove her away with the heel. She barely stumbled backwards, though tilting back in such a way that she could place her hands on the ground--and she felt good enough to flip backwards, so she did, rearing to an upside-down stand.
Her gaze turned to the color expected of a deepest emerald--barren, but still glinting with...well, you couldn't call it remorse, but rather vindictiveness and animosity, watching him contort in the agony over his chest wound, clutching at it and allowing blood to pool in his hand, and finally bounce onto the ice with slight padded sounds.
He threw his arm to the side, only for blood to spill out violently, but then ceased slowly, his breathing not very steady. Of course. She placed her feet on the ground and spun around, relaxing in a position similar to that used by the old-fashioned women of samurai clans. And then, Dragoshi grabbed his sword, face jerking and hand thrashing at his side.
Neo wiped off a speck of blood (Dragoshi's, more or less), from her cheek, though plenty remained as it made a small sound on the icy floor.
They charged at the same time, Neo's left palm outstretched towards Dragoshi and her right twirling the naginata at her side expertly, without cutting a fleck of her hair--perhaps it was an example of her skill with weapons? She specialized at Japanese weapons, and not much else; though she was quite pleased with guns, and bows and arrows. She felt her naginata sink into his stomach. She felt his blade move directly on her left side.
They pulled apart, vicious rage afloat and proof of tenacity revealed by steady breathing and narrow eyes. She felt the burning sensation under her left rib set, which quickly settled for an aching pain. But it didn't much matter to her anymore.
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OoC: As for the "DVG" part, no offense DVGster. But I just had to make an example of this. That's for pissing on my good name, Dragoshi. I hope you like it.
[ June 21, 2003, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: Rally Vincent ]
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Wow. This was most certainly wierd, and most certainly what Neo had expected: less then competence. She sighed, lifting her "3nd"-degree burnt arm and examining the blackened patch, inhaling a smell that had a distinct taste of...barbeque. Lovely.
The heat energy appeared to dissipate upon the burn, removing the blackened skin from view and discarding it, allowing the small patch to hover off her arm and onto the ground lazily, like a piece of crumpled leather smelling strongly of flesh. The fire had managed to flake off the very flesh, revealing the sticky, drying blood within; however, part of being an experienced controller of moving molecules, the skin appeared to stretch oddly and pull itself together, leaving naught but a small area of pale resembling a scar.
As the little piece of leathery, wrinkled skin-tissue floated lethargically to the icy floor, creating a seething, hissing sound as it hit. Apparently the heat energy was still active. She extended one hand towards the piece, her palm facing it, and in a wave of energy dancing through the remains, the energy appeared in what looked like miniscule red marbles to her fingertips.
Obviously, he hadn't realized that.
She moved smoothly into a defensive stance, then leaped backwards just a little turning a flawless somersault expected of the warrior who either showed grace or rage, creating an evanescent amount of distance between the warrior and the idiot. He disclosed such as a means of beginning to attack, and thus moved into a rather unorthodox defensive pose. Neo scanned his position, passively flickering her eyes over this stance and analyzing it, like a computer, in her head. Neck, arms, shins, elbows. Weakling. But there was one spot which Neo found particularly enjoyable to...ah, destroy.
She retracted her sword arm, her right, holding the metal stick at a certain acute angle, then twirling it, holding the "hilt" horizontally in her palm expertly. Her left extended towards Dragoshi, palm open and eyes rather dangerous looking: vicious, yet holding some kind of hidden knowledge. That knowledge being that she would beat his ass into the ground. And then she hesitated, but not before opening and closing her fingers in a planned-out motion, daring him to close the distance.
So he did.
Yelling out a battle-cryish type thing, or more like a roar which hardly fazed her, she watched his every movement--running in a strange motion, holding the sword diagonal-up to his torso, arm simply swaggering as people did when they were running. Neo had angled the 'stick so as to not only obstruct what would be a weak attack, but even to give him the advantage. But of course, lending a helping hand doesn't come with a price.
She moved the Kendo stick to create an X formation with his blade, and it surprisingly held up, allowing him to push her against the shining, almost white ice. It was difficult to keep her balance. Supporting her weight with only her abdominal and leg muscles, but not her arms, she allowed herself to be pushed back towards the ground.
You know the position of your legs when you perform a wall-sit? Well, that was basically what Neo looked like now. Only the rest of her body was tilted backwards like what you would do when you were lying down. Her knees did not shake. She did not give way.
Well, not yet...
Suddenly, with a sudden outburst of strength surpressed she shoved Dragoshi backwards with her stick just a little, keeping the blades moving in the X formation yet rendering any movement unhelpful. And then, she pulled out of the framework, causing Dragoshi's sword to fly downwards in what might've sliced a normal person in two--had she not, with imperceptible speed, slid backwards with her thighs prompting the saber to slash through nothing but the molecules in the air. I don't think he managed to do that correctly either.
She completed her planned stroke by moving her Kendo stick behind her, tossing it up in the air beforehand and falling to a crouching position, knees bent and on gloved palm on the ground. Unallowing the friction to daunt her leather, she pushed off sliding as if in an ice skating rink to behind him. The femme warrior reared to full height and bent her arms by the elbows, shoving them back.
The Kendo stick landed perfectly in the crooks of her elbows, only to let her arms drop straight...but before it could fall, she grasped it with her right hand and twirled it flawlessly, before shoving it just below Dragoshi's tailbone. Guess where that ended up. Here's a hint: anal passage.
["I've never seen BSD's ass that kicked since GTX brutally murdered him in the Black Sun vs. Ring of Power topic! And he's retarded!!!11"]
With excessive strength it was shoved through scale and flesh only to pop out of his torso, and yet pulled out smelling meekly of... Well, let's not go there. Wrinkling her nose at it, she tossed it over the ledge carelessly, her tendons barely aching with fatigue, and her smirk still there: arrogant, and full of knowing. Opening her vest she quickly removed what appeared to be 3-equal-length batonish figures attached by a chain. Nunchaku? Not exactly.
She made the transition to swinging the thing above her head, and it was a little obvious her grip tightened by the movement of her fingers--and with a sound similar to a metal bar hitting a wooden table, the chain links straightened and connected, a blade forming at the tip to reveal a "naginata"--the favourite of the women in samurai clans, and often used to protect one's home.
Watching Dragoshi writhe in pain was actually very much fun. She foresaw and foretold many movements of his already, and thus gathered that most attacks recieved were construed upon no thought at all. Had I gone over that already? Yes. Neo stood there, passive and eyes glittering with malice, undaunted by any former pain or hurt now. No more restrains, no more perturbation. When someone defiled her honor, she would make them bleed.
"You have no skill as a warrior here." she declared lightly, propping the naginata on her right shoulder, allowing the ice underneath her very feet to boil leaving her in a slight indent of solid ground. This statement was actually quite insulting to people around these parts, but she just made it out to sound as if asking for the time of day.
The glowy blade of the naginata, traced with a glimmer of pure, sourceless light was pointed at Dragoshi with a chinking sound, creating the sound that a blade makes when striking air. The staffy end curved under her underarm and lay out behind her back.
"Get up. I'm getting bored." she commanded rudely, though her height and stature would make it seem rather silly of not for her bloodstained cheeks and arms. The blood on her arm had become more or less gelatinous, staying on her arm stickily like a weak adhesive. Dragoshi swore ("dumb basket," anyone?) under his breath, standing up shakily and grabbing his saber, spinning around in a plain fighting stance. This time, he payed more attention to his openings, and perhaps he was even thinking. In a very un-Neolike manner, she charged at him, swinging the naginata in graceful sweeping motions at Dragoshi--each were dodged, blocked, or countered. Maybe it was just instinct.
Her nonchalant zeal seemed to dominate this, having no trouble whatsoever and simply smirking mindlessly, attacking simply on reflex. And even her reflexes, though less acrobatic and/or graceful, were seriously owning some ass. Finally, she drove her palm into his chest--which it actually went through.
*squish*
[DVG falls through the volcano mouth. "Holy cow! She's trying to tear out his bleeding heart from its chest and will soon thereafter have someone piss on it or something! Everyone hit the dirt!!!!!'2q"]
Apparently, she was actually trying to tear his heart out from the gentle tendons and arteries that held it together, plunging her fist deeper into his flesh and ignoring the blood spurting out from his wounds and onto her face. Her eyes were empty... Very uncharacteristic, but the femme warrior had absolutely no problem with this. Finally, Dragoshi summoned the energy to raise a scaled foot, with blood splattered on the toe, and shove her away with the heel. She barely stumbled backwards, though tilting back in such a way that she could place her hands on the ground--and she felt good enough to flip backwards, so she did, rearing to an upside-down stand.
Her gaze turned to the color expected of a deepest emerald--barren, but still glinting with...well, you couldn't call it remorse, but rather vindictiveness and animosity, watching him contort in the agony over his chest wound, clutching at it and allowing blood to pool in his hand, and finally bounce onto the ice with slight padded sounds.
He threw his arm to the side, only for blood to spill out violently, but then ceased slowly, his breathing not very steady. Of course. She placed her feet on the ground and spun around, relaxing in a position similar to that used by the old-fashioned women of samurai clans. And then, Dragoshi grabbed his sword, face jerking and hand thrashing at his side.
Neo wiped off a speck of blood (Dragoshi's, more or less), from her cheek, though plenty remained as it made a small sound on the icy floor.
They charged at the same time, Neo's left palm outstretched towards Dragoshi and her right twirling the naginata at her side expertly, without cutting a fleck of her hair--perhaps it was an example of her skill with weapons? She specialized at Japanese weapons, and not much else; though she was quite pleased with guns, and bows and arrows. She felt her naginata sink into his stomach. She felt his blade move directly on her left side.
They pulled apart, vicious rage afloat and proof of tenacity revealed by steady breathing and narrow eyes. She felt the burning sensation under her left rib set, which quickly settled for an aching pain. But it didn't much matter to her anymore.
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OoC: As for the "DVG" part, no offense DVGster. But I just had to make an example of this. That's for pissing on my good name, Dragoshi. I hope you like it.
[ June 21, 2003, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: Rally Vincent ]
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Here's a translation for you, inspired by GTX. o_o
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omg leik neo didnt give a **** becoz dragoshi was teh incompetent ideeot, so seh leik shoved teh sword up his ass ltierally n amlost rpiped oot hsi hart n cawsed hmi paen. seh alsoe stabbed him in teh tummy!!!!1'2q
GTX's version:
Neo rips out bsd's heart, huritng him alot then she stabed him in teh bum. "I just 0wn3d j00" said oen.1
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[ June 21, 2003, 06:16 PM: Message edited by: Rally Vincent ]
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omg leik neo didnt give a **** becoz dragoshi was teh incompetent ideeot, so seh leik shoved teh sword up his ass ltierally n amlost rpiped oot hsi hart n cawsed hmi paen. seh alsoe stabbed him in teh tummy!!!!1'2q
GTX's version:
Neo rips out bsd's heart, huritng him alot then she stabed him in teh bum. "I just 0wn3d j00" said oen.1
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^_^
[ June 21, 2003, 06:16 PM: Message edited by: Rally Vincent ]
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