Yamabiki made the sound of an avalanche smacking a large Elephant in the face as his stomach was pushed into the earth. His mouth unnaturally wide for something that was supposed to look human. Fallen stared at this creature for the few seconds he decided to stay on the ground. Yamabiki smiled at the scarred warrior and knocked away Fallen by.....standing.
Fallen didn't understand what just happened. He couldn't possibly be moving faster than she could follow.....no, she would most certainly see some warning of him getting up, as well as feel him push her foot off of him at least. But, apparently he could get up without removing the foot from his stomach, and could stand up faster than any measurement of time could ever track. Fallen deduced that he doesn't "get up", but instead "became that way". It was the best she was able to describe this phenomenon.
Yamabiki continued to stare at her, although he was actually crouching with the blood turning the sand into a "pink mud" of sorts. Fallen was starting to get really sick of this "thing" staring at her. "¡ Kukukuku! ¡ su habilidad poder nunca batir mí! ¡ yo fatalidad usted en uno ensuciar pixel forcing usted apagado pantalla!" said Yamabiki as eyeballs flew out of his mouth. Fallen attempted to run at him again, but Yamabiki had made a strange position while she ran at him.
He was on one foot, standing on the top of his foot. His arms were folded across his chest. His entire body was a shade of black and a red aura. He hovered at Fallen with an evil smirk twice as long as his face. Fallen knew he wasn't having good thoughts about this. She grabbed his head as he attempted to grab her body, but instead, he grabbed her arm.
Everything went black and her arm was submerged in it. Suddenly, Fallen's Arm was pummeled upon, causing Fallen to grit her teeth, almost thinking that she'd chip her teeth doing so. Fallen attempted to pull her arm from the pummeling Darkness. Eventually, the Darkness faded and she pulled her greatly bruised arm with some of the creature's blood on it. However, Fallen noticed that he held that position and continued to advance on her.
Fallen jumped over Yamabiki, making absolute sure she didn't touch the creature as he went under her. He stepped back down to the ground and went back to his stance. Fallen's Moccasins hit the ground and she used her speed to turn around and tackle Yamabiki into the invisible wall. Suddenly, Yamabiki once again yelled in that strange voice of his...
"I EXPECT SOME FRUIT CAKE!"
The Creature's fists met Fallen's Stomach as he forced himself off the ground. The Force brings Yamabiki's fist to her face as knocks her into the air. Unfortunately for Yamabiki, he would then act as if he was tripped and joined Fallen in tasting the Sand.
They both hit the ground.
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My apologies to Vapor. My post should be up sometime in the next six hours.
I am requesting an extension on our battle in the neighborhood of two days so that it may reach a more reasonable length.
I am requesting an extension on our battle in the neighborhood of two days so that it may reach a more reasonable length.
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OoC: I may be an hour or two late. I have not only been grounded since yesterday, but a storm is floating overhead. I've been trying to post this all day but to no avail. Please forgive me if I have trespassed an hour or two.
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Echoes.
Harmony was broken; silence was dead. Serenity seemed to shatter, as if it had been a bubble born and blown to minuscule droplets of liquid after growing enormous. Euphony switched to cacophony; a chorus of freakish yelps arose as the young man, clad in such plain attire, slowly began his walk through the path. Perhaps, in all of this chaos, he was seeing signs that he had set his feet upon the correct path? The one he had chosen was a narrow, dirty road. Crooked and unkempt as the other roads weren‘t, this one was the least traversed and the darkest. Even so, as one walked it, he felt a sense of righteousness. He felt as if…
He had certainly chosen the right road. He walked further, allowing his eccentric persona to add a voice to the clamor about him. Things around him seemed to fade as he walked past them, and he glanced back to see the earth erased behind him. The lad didn’t seem to give it a second thought, as his attention remained on the treasure, and he had more than likely been warned about the strange happenings associated with this hellish place. Why fret? The noises about him began to form coherent thought; words and phrases such as ‘sex’, ‘harlotry’, ‘mammon’, and ‘great deceiver’ began to form upon the lips of the wind. A sinister little form of communication, it was. The wind was effectively trying to tempt him.
And so his legs continued to carry him…
More darkness… Was this making sense? The atmosphere seemed to be collapsing. The voices were louder, almost physically demanding. The boy in the Metallica shirt felt his lungs grow weaker. What was this… Air? Why was it so thin?
Grass and dirt began to fade. The earth below his feet was growing gray and intricate. Marble, perhaps? Strange. The skies above began to fade, but it was not stars that shone; instead, the night sky gave way to a lightless mass of black illuminated by a nearly spotlight-like glow.
Still more labored breathing.
Still more harsh murmurs of disgusting things, forming tales and murmurs of past sins. Many disgusting tales of sodomy, rape, and sluggardly behavior passed through the wind and into the ears of the lad. It wasn’t as if he knew this, though; everything was so mashed together that there was no way it could be picked apart.
Just as he took one further step, his breathing returned to normal.
The boy stopped. He began to examine his surroundings, noting the lack of atmosphere, the lack of a dirt path now replaced by an ornate marble floor, and most importantly, the lack of any path forward. He was suddenly isolated on a sort of island of marble. He also noted that the demonic murmurs had ceased. He began muttering incoherently and pacing about, but failed to notice what was emerging from the blackness.
A sickly, hunched figure appeared. His body, so we’ll say as its figure denoted masculinity, was immense, at least 6’4 and build moderately well. The figure, as was expected, was clothed in armor, but not white as the legend told; no, this armor was a sickly green and covered in rust. It was completely conformed to his body, with no lacings, no fancy plates; merely a few breaks in the dented and rusted green to denote joints. The mask was more of a head-shaped ball of green metal which resembled a balloon in its complete lack of feature. The knight held a slightly bent blade of white metal with a plain wooden hilt and cross guard, lending no image of extravagance as legend had told; indeed, this was a shabby looking fellow.
Or he would have been noted as such if the young man had seen him.
The knight shambled rather quickly up to the lad and swung his blade, leaving a jagged and shoddy slice in the plain-clothes lad’s arm. As the lad turned with a yell to see his attacker, the knight drew his steel-clad fist back for a punch…
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Echoes.
Harmony was broken; silence was dead. Serenity seemed to shatter, as if it had been a bubble born and blown to minuscule droplets of liquid after growing enormous. Euphony switched to cacophony; a chorus of freakish yelps arose as the young man, clad in such plain attire, slowly began his walk through the path. Perhaps, in all of this chaos, he was seeing signs that he had set his feet upon the correct path? The one he had chosen was a narrow, dirty road. Crooked and unkempt as the other roads weren‘t, this one was the least traversed and the darkest. Even so, as one walked it, he felt a sense of righteousness. He felt as if…
He had certainly chosen the right road. He walked further, allowing his eccentric persona to add a voice to the clamor about him. Things around him seemed to fade as he walked past them, and he glanced back to see the earth erased behind him. The lad didn’t seem to give it a second thought, as his attention remained on the treasure, and he had more than likely been warned about the strange happenings associated with this hellish place. Why fret? The noises about him began to form coherent thought; words and phrases such as ‘sex’, ‘harlotry’, ‘mammon’, and ‘great deceiver’ began to form upon the lips of the wind. A sinister little form of communication, it was. The wind was effectively trying to tempt him.
And so his legs continued to carry him…
More darkness… Was this making sense? The atmosphere seemed to be collapsing. The voices were louder, almost physically demanding. The boy in the Metallica shirt felt his lungs grow weaker. What was this… Air? Why was it so thin?
Grass and dirt began to fade. The earth below his feet was growing gray and intricate. Marble, perhaps? Strange. The skies above began to fade, but it was not stars that shone; instead, the night sky gave way to a lightless mass of black illuminated by a nearly spotlight-like glow.
Still more labored breathing.
Still more harsh murmurs of disgusting things, forming tales and murmurs of past sins. Many disgusting tales of sodomy, rape, and sluggardly behavior passed through the wind and into the ears of the lad. It wasn’t as if he knew this, though; everything was so mashed together that there was no way it could be picked apart.
Just as he took one further step, his breathing returned to normal.
The boy stopped. He began to examine his surroundings, noting the lack of atmosphere, the lack of a dirt path now replaced by an ornate marble floor, and most importantly, the lack of any path forward. He was suddenly isolated on a sort of island of marble. He also noted that the demonic murmurs had ceased. He began muttering incoherently and pacing about, but failed to notice what was emerging from the blackness.
A sickly, hunched figure appeared. His body, so we’ll say as its figure denoted masculinity, was immense, at least 6’4 and build moderately well. The figure, as was expected, was clothed in armor, but not white as the legend told; no, this armor was a sickly green and covered in rust. It was completely conformed to his body, with no lacings, no fancy plates; merely a few breaks in the dented and rusted green to denote joints. The mask was more of a head-shaped ball of green metal which resembled a balloon in its complete lack of feature. The knight held a slightly bent blade of white metal with a plain wooden hilt and cross guard, lending no image of extravagance as legend had told; indeed, this was a shabby looking fellow.
Or he would have been noted as such if the young man had seen him.
The knight shambled rather quickly up to the lad and swung his blade, leaving a jagged and shoddy slice in the plain-clothes lad’s arm. As the lad turned with a yell to see his attacker, the knight drew his steel-clad fist back for a punch…
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Nnnnnnngh, crap on toast, I can't do it.
Sorry, Phenom, sorry, Acradius, sorry, Vapor.
I gotta drop.
Sorry, Phenom, sorry, Acradius, sorry, Vapor.
I gotta drop.
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¿Omprobar que el conducto grabado mi gato a la credenza?
A loud growl escaped Fallen Star's lips. This was getting aggravating. Oh, she could hurt the man-thing well enough, but this constant slamming to the ground? Irritating and utterly incomprehensible. And that was letting out the inability to communicate, the bizarre spouting of objects and energy from the green being's mouth, or the truly unpredictable abilities.
The short woman kipuped quickly, loincloth and cloak billowing slightly in arcs reminiscent of her motion. A focused scowl rode her face as she stared at the strangely-clad creature in frustration. It wasn't as though she had a reason to keep anything in reserve, and for all that she was curious about the being's responses she had no reason to take any longer than absolutely neccessary.
It was with this in mind that she began her new assault, the very instant that the green-skin was upright again.
Darting forwards, she dropped out of her charge into a brief skid. Her left side slipped across the grass and her arm trailed as she launched her right foot up to catch the creature in the front of the pelvis. The strike to its center of gravity sent it flying, the echoing refrain of 'I Just Can't Wait to be King' sounding in the voices of a dozen saxophones. For all that it was airborne, it managed to twist an arm into a throwing motion.
"PICKLED KUMQUATS!" The cry sounded, and Fallen Star staggered as a mass of something glowing with a strangely bitter green light slammed into her left cheek, bruising the flesh. Unperturbed, the tribal warrior darted towards her target again. The green thing barely had time to land before it was being punted into the air once more. Fallen Star's right foot stomped back down, and she wheeled about on it. With her kick having shoved the creature more or less straight up, the spin sent her elbow into its face, crushing its nose. An abrupt change of directions sent her wheeling the other way, and her left hand chopped down into her foe's back just in time to slam him still harder into the ground.
Blood briefly spurted from the gi-clad thing's mouth as the indigo-haired woman continued her spin with a grunt of effort and smashed the side of her left foot down on what was probably its ribcage. There was a sound as of bones breaking, the force enhancing her spin yet further as her right foot left the ground now. The knee of that leg crashed down into the back of the green thing's spine right at the base of the skull, set to jar the brainstem and inflict a very painful stunning.
For all of that, Fallen Star still did not stop, slamming her fingers into the creature's back. Finding the spaces between ribs proved startlingly easy for the woman, and she took rampant advantage of this. The gi stained pink as she dug her fingers in to hook them around bones and then wrench, painfully shifting the creature's ribcage.
Even as the bizarre thing right itself, Fallen Star was already away from it and moving. Leather met turf and she rebounded from the grass to fly towards the man-thing head-first, catching its skull with her own across the foreheads, splitting both of their skin and leaving blood running down two very different faces. She, of course, was used to not being able to see well thanks to the loss of one eye. It stood to be seen if the same could be said of her foe.
Then, digging her toes into the turf again, she began a spinning kick to the head.
No more quarter given- she would not give the creature a moment's peace until it was dead. This was the way of the warrior.
A loud growl escaped Fallen Star's lips. This was getting aggravating. Oh, she could hurt the man-thing well enough, but this constant slamming to the ground? Irritating and utterly incomprehensible. And that was letting out the inability to communicate, the bizarre spouting of objects and energy from the green being's mouth, or the truly unpredictable abilities.
The short woman kipuped quickly, loincloth and cloak billowing slightly in arcs reminiscent of her motion. A focused scowl rode her face as she stared at the strangely-clad creature in frustration. It wasn't as though she had a reason to keep anything in reserve, and for all that she was curious about the being's responses she had no reason to take any longer than absolutely neccessary.
It was with this in mind that she began her new assault, the very instant that the green-skin was upright again.
Darting forwards, she dropped out of her charge into a brief skid. Her left side slipped across the grass and her arm trailed as she launched her right foot up to catch the creature in the front of the pelvis. The strike to its center of gravity sent it flying, the echoing refrain of 'I Just Can't Wait to be King' sounding in the voices of a dozen saxophones. For all that it was airborne, it managed to twist an arm into a throwing motion.
"PICKLED KUMQUATS!" The cry sounded, and Fallen Star staggered as a mass of something glowing with a strangely bitter green light slammed into her left cheek, bruising the flesh. Unperturbed, the tribal warrior darted towards her target again. The green thing barely had time to land before it was being punted into the air once more. Fallen Star's right foot stomped back down, and she wheeled about on it. With her kick having shoved the creature more or less straight up, the spin sent her elbow into its face, crushing its nose. An abrupt change of directions sent her wheeling the other way, and her left hand chopped down into her foe's back just in time to slam him still harder into the ground.
Blood briefly spurted from the gi-clad thing's mouth as the indigo-haired woman continued her spin with a grunt of effort and smashed the side of her left foot down on what was probably its ribcage. There was a sound as of bones breaking, the force enhancing her spin yet further as her right foot left the ground now. The knee of that leg crashed down into the back of the green thing's spine right at the base of the skull, set to jar the brainstem and inflict a very painful stunning.
For all of that, Fallen Star still did not stop, slamming her fingers into the creature's back. Finding the spaces between ribs proved startlingly easy for the woman, and she took rampant advantage of this. The gi stained pink as she dug her fingers in to hook them around bones and then wrench, painfully shifting the creature's ribcage.
Even as the bizarre thing right itself, Fallen Star was already away from it and moving. Leather met turf and she rebounded from the grass to fly towards the man-thing head-first, catching its skull with her own across the foreheads, splitting both of their skin and leaving blood running down two very different faces. She, of course, was used to not being able to see well thanks to the loss of one eye. It stood to be seen if the same could be said of her foe.
Then, digging her toes into the turf again, she began a spinning kick to the head.
No more quarter given- she would not give the creature a moment's peace until it was dead. This was the way of the warrior.
\"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$%k.\"
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
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\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
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My apologies, but... I... don't know how to make an attack out of your character. =/ Typically, I like to write in my opponent's counterattack when dealing damage, but you didn't even really make a move on Reid. Did you just want me to pound the crap out of your assassin and have you go from there? I like to put at least several attacks in one post as I did with Senel.
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This applies to AFTER your opponent posts Phenom. Your in the clear. L007 however... not so much.3. There is a strict time limit. I've reset this to 2 days before a full point is lost, and one more before you're up for either another deduction or possible elimination.
That point loss is, of course, on the final score itself, not from each judge.
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 red haired youth stood, his face stunned at the massacre of the murdered marines. They all fell. Every single one of them, trained in the art of combat, fallen at this... mad man. What was with him? Why was he pursuing this insane action? And... wait, did he tell Reid he will meet his maker?
Reid quickly drew his Eternal Blade and Gaia Cleaver, sword in the right hand and axe in the left, and prepared himself. "There's no way I'll let you away with this, you bastard!" he shouted as he started to charge the old man. The ancient assassin gazed as the red-haired warrior charged him, wondering what kind of techniques would be at Reid's disposal. Reid had every intention to let the human butcher know what he was dealing with.
Reid suddenly halted in his tracks, sliding a foot before finally stopping. He suddenly realized a dangerous idea. What if everyone else charged this man? What if he has some other form of attack ready for close range combat? That bastard took out so many marines, so what artes would be suitable... A smirk came across Reid's face, his hair flickering in his eyes. The hunter loosened his belt slightly and spread his legs slightly and began to raise his arms. The mysterious butcher started to grow impatient and was about to shout at Reid to quit stalling. However, the white man noticed that strange waves were surrounding him... Wait, was he.... He was! He was floating in midair. Not only that, but the waves started to slash at him, tearing him from the inside continuously. All his senses were able to pick up was Reid shouting "Omega Seal!" There were no physical marks, but his organs, his bones, his flesh... all feeling a strange pain like no other. After a mere five seconds, the suspension stopped, dropping the old man to the ground, which would have been the end of his torment.
Had it not been for Reid's follow up arte. As soon as the Omega Seal disappeared, Reid leaped onto a nearby boulder, then proceeded to jump even higher, a remarkable height for any man, perhaps even twenty feet. At the peak of his jump, Reid concentrated quickly, gathering the force of fire around his body. Once the flames were ready, Reid used some of these flames to propel himself down at an angle, right at the butcher, shouting "Rising Phoenix!". Because he was still dazed from that sudden attack, Reid took advantage of the situation and trampled the old man, burning his flesh and bone and sending him to the ground ten feet away from Reid, hitting the ground with ample force.
And yet, Reid still was not finished. The thought crossed his mind to strike first and strike hard, so he had to follow it up with the Sacred Skill, an arte powerful enough to kill many giants. Upon landing, Reid bent his legs and proceeded to launch himself once more, this time across the land in a dashing style. Instead of making further contact with Grimson, Reid passed over his enemy. He did not even make the effort to trample the butler with his own boots. However, what did trample him was a sudden trail of fire, that with the intensity of a small star. As Reid came to a halt, he screamed, "Burning Phoenix!" as the flames intensified even more, piercing Grimson's back as if they were lava spears. And then, the fire disappeared. Reid merely stood his ground, panting from the extreme amount of work he did.
OoC: Man, it's late. Hopefully I can write better tomorrow if you can get another post in. :o
Reid quickly drew his Eternal Blade and Gaia Cleaver, sword in the right hand and axe in the left, and prepared himself. "There's no way I'll let you away with this, you bastard!" he shouted as he started to charge the old man. The ancient assassin gazed as the red-haired warrior charged him, wondering what kind of techniques would be at Reid's disposal. Reid had every intention to let the human butcher know what he was dealing with.
Reid suddenly halted in his tracks, sliding a foot before finally stopping. He suddenly realized a dangerous idea. What if everyone else charged this man? What if he has some other form of attack ready for close range combat? That bastard took out so many marines, so what artes would be suitable... A smirk came across Reid's face, his hair flickering in his eyes. The hunter loosened his belt slightly and spread his legs slightly and began to raise his arms. The mysterious butcher started to grow impatient and was about to shout at Reid to quit stalling. However, the white man noticed that strange waves were surrounding him... Wait, was he.... He was! He was floating in midair. Not only that, but the waves started to slash at him, tearing him from the inside continuously. All his senses were able to pick up was Reid shouting "Omega Seal!" There were no physical marks, but his organs, his bones, his flesh... all feeling a strange pain like no other. After a mere five seconds, the suspension stopped, dropping the old man to the ground, which would have been the end of his torment.
Had it not been for Reid's follow up arte. As soon as the Omega Seal disappeared, Reid leaped onto a nearby boulder, then proceeded to jump even higher, a remarkable height for any man, perhaps even twenty feet. At the peak of his jump, Reid concentrated quickly, gathering the force of fire around his body. Once the flames were ready, Reid used some of these flames to propel himself down at an angle, right at the butcher, shouting "Rising Phoenix!". Because he was still dazed from that sudden attack, Reid took advantage of the situation and trampled the old man, burning his flesh and bone and sending him to the ground ten feet away from Reid, hitting the ground with ample force.
And yet, Reid still was not finished. The thought crossed his mind to strike first and strike hard, so he had to follow it up with the Sacred Skill, an arte powerful enough to kill many giants. Upon landing, Reid bent his legs and proceeded to launch himself once more, this time across the land in a dashing style. Instead of making further contact with Grimson, Reid passed over his enemy. He did not even make the effort to trample the butler with his own boots. However, what did trample him was a sudden trail of fire, that with the intensity of a small star. As Reid came to a halt, he screamed, "Burning Phoenix!" as the flames intensified even more, piercing Grimson's back as if they were lava spears. And then, the fire disappeared. Reid merely stood his ground, panting from the extreme amount of work he did.
OoC: Man, it's late. Hopefully I can write better tomorrow if you can get another post in. :o
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OoC: Just one more post, then things can totally go kersplode.
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There was a look of surprise on the lad’s face as he turned to meet his assailant, a look which turned to agony as the knight’s armoured fist collided with his gut. He stumbled back, desperately trying to keep his balance as he promptly lost his lunch, his breathing reduced to wheezes and gasps. took a few deep breaths to try and regain his bearings, but as soon as he made any indication of movement, an armour-clad fist came rushing at him, grabbing the boy by his face. He let out a yell as he was tossed effortlessly across the marble floor, skidding to a stop a few yards away.
This kid was in for a hell of a beating.
He looked up, the knight standing above him, his featureless face, emotionless demeanor, and murderous intent had been made clear. Yet, even as the guardian armour raised his sword to smite the youth, the boy did not flee. A look of frustration suddenly etched itself onto the boy’s face.
“Oh, must I do, everything?” he said, suddenly, an authoritative tone to his voice. He rolled out of the path of the falling blade, the cutting edge instead heaving a great chunk of the marble stone from the floor. The young man stood, his left arm held close to his body, “Hello, mate.” He smiled devilishly. “Name’s Jacko, but not for long.”
He jumped back a few feet to dodge another swing of the blade.
“Oh, come now, do you really need this?” He jumped again “I’m sure you must be a busy… whatever you are.” A slice nearly connected with him “I mean, I’m just some kid from California, I’m sure there’s some sort of demon or three-headed Cyclops you could be dealing with right now…” the knight paid him no heed, instead proceeding to slice open his shirt, creating a jagged wound from one arm pit the other.
“Oh, you’re a real *******, you know that!? My favorite ****ing shirt.” He gritted his teeth as the blood soaked through. His eyes, the two clashing colors, both began to glow with a fluorescent light. He smiled a wide, toothy grin, and beckoned to the knight.
“Hit me with your best shot.”
ALSO: GALEFORE. IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW CONTACT ME, OR CHECK YOUR PMS... OR SOMETHING. DO IT. IMPORTANT NOTE.
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There was a look of surprise on the lad’s face as he turned to meet his assailant, a look which turned to agony as the knight’s armoured fist collided with his gut. He stumbled back, desperately trying to keep his balance as he promptly lost his lunch, his breathing reduced to wheezes and gasps. took a few deep breaths to try and regain his bearings, but as soon as he made any indication of movement, an armour-clad fist came rushing at him, grabbing the boy by his face. He let out a yell as he was tossed effortlessly across the marble floor, skidding to a stop a few yards away.
This kid was in for a hell of a beating.
He looked up, the knight standing above him, his featureless face, emotionless demeanor, and murderous intent had been made clear. Yet, even as the guardian armour raised his sword to smite the youth, the boy did not flee. A look of frustration suddenly etched itself onto the boy’s face.
“Oh, must I do, everything?” he said, suddenly, an authoritative tone to his voice. He rolled out of the path of the falling blade, the cutting edge instead heaving a great chunk of the marble stone from the floor. The young man stood, his left arm held close to his body, “Hello, mate.” He smiled devilishly. “Name’s Jacko, but not for long.”
He jumped back a few feet to dodge another swing of the blade.
“Oh, come now, do you really need this?” He jumped again “I’m sure you must be a busy… whatever you are.” A slice nearly connected with him “I mean, I’m just some kid from California, I’m sure there’s some sort of demon or three-headed Cyclops you could be dealing with right now…” the knight paid him no heed, instead proceeding to slice open his shirt, creating a jagged wound from one arm pit the other.
“Oh, you’re a real *******, you know that!? My favorite ****ing shirt.” He gritted his teeth as the blood soaked through. His eyes, the two clashing colors, both began to glow with a fluorescent light. He smiled a wide, toothy grin, and beckoned to the knight.
“Hit me with your best shot.”
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The air surrounding the sea vessel had gone through a revolutionary array of changes in a matter of minutes. What originally was the unmistakable salty aroma of the open sea had given way in an instant to the grim stench of death and gore upon the sinister introduction of Grimson. Now, following the relentless initial assault of the courageous leader of the fallen crew, death and gore mixed with the scent of burning flesh, hellfire and smoke to become the dreadful cocktail of a spirited duel to the death.
As beads of sweat began to cascade down Reid’s forehead following his swift cavalcade of attacks on his would-be assassin, Grimson lay face down on the blood-stained deck amongst the carcasses of those he had massacred not long before, his right hand still firmly gripped around the hilt of his meat cleaver despite the three waves of intense physical trauma he had abruptly endured from his young adversary. After a few moments spent smoldering from the third degree burns and recoiling from his throbbing innards, the deranged butler let out a raspy wheeze that many coroners would have mistaken as gas escaping rather than a sign of life. However, the charbroiled and bloodied stick of a man slowly rose to his feet after some difficulty, smiling with his rotted teeth as he turned to face the panting face of Reid whose face could not contain its surprise at the speed in which his octogenarian rival had risen from his onslaught.
Playfully spinning his weapon of choice in his right hand, Grimson let loose a hoarse chuckle that saw specks of blood leap from his mouth, indicative of his massive internal injuries. His misty eyes locked with his youthful enemy’s, he spoke.
“You know, when I dealt with your friends here, the lot of them begged for mercy before I sliced them in twain. They squealed like swine as I severed their souls from their deplorable existence. Only now are they of use to me.”
Allowing Reid little time to comprehend the meaning of his final sentence, Grimson outstretched his arm towards one of the headless bodies of his fallen crewmate and mumbled a phrase in some indecipherable tongue. What followed the incantation caused the red-headed warrior’s heart to skip a beat, as the deceased marine’s headless body slowly rose to attention, thick dark blood still oozing from the stump where his head once perched. Grimson then motioned to another body that soon became animated once more. This corpse had been sliced deeply in his throat, and his pale and lifeless face showed no lively emotion as it wobbled and his head nearly fell off its shoulders with every step towards Reid.
For an instant, Reid was in a frozen state of disbelief as his crewmates closed in on him, arms outstretched towards him and ready to strangle their one-time commander. Left with no choice, Reid swung his Gaia axe horizontally at the first member of the living dead, lopping him in half at the waste as Grimson laughed sadistically at the scene. The Eternal Blade found its resting place in the headless marine’s stomach, sending the temporary zombie to the ground once more. With no interim period to contemplate the bizarre scenario, Reid felt the blunt impact of skull on skull as he was sent reeling backwards and almost to the ground. Having taken his eye off of Grimson, he had allowed the Butler to heave the disembodied head at Reid, scoring a bulls-eye and sending the young man backwards.
Through the double vision courtesy of his disoriented cranium, Reid soon saw a second wave of airborne bodies sailing swiftly towards them as they were shot-putted from their resting places by the demented Grimson. Some he was able to nimbly dodge or swat with his blade, but the avalanche of loose appendages -- the blood-soaked arms, legs and even entire torsos -- became overwhelming. Grimson moved with unnatural speed, heaving at great velocity everything from the skulls to shins of murdered marines, many hitting their target with the thud of bone and the splat of blood. After valiantly swatting away an entourage of arms from harms way, Reid was knocked clean off his balance by an errant abdomen to the temple and fell flat on his back onto a pile of severed humanity. His head spun, part from the two concussive blows he had sustained but also from the sheer ruthlessness and insanity from which Grimson’s attacks stemmed from.
His eyes refocused once again to see the frail figure of Grimson sprinting towards him at a speed that would be believable if only the butler was fifty years younger. The servant’s eyes seemed to alter their hue from their normally faint azure hue to a furious blood red. His cleaver held high, the butler was soon upon Reid, swinging his weapon vertically down upon the young combatant who narrowly rolled out of the way of its lethal path, instead finding its place in the sternum of a rotting marine. Reid was quick to take advantage of the situation, swinging his Eternal Blade head level to Grimson, who once again displayed his unnatural speed of a older warrior by ducking under its flight pattern and unleashing a savage boot to the gut of Reid, who spewed blood from his mouth as the air shot out of him upon impact. With the young hero doubled over clutching his stomach, Grimson followed up his initial attack with a precise strike from his bony elbow to the back of Reid’s battered skull, sending the warrior to the ground on all fours. Reaching back his arm to garner force, Grimson then struck the left side of Reid’s face with the broad side of his cleaver.
The sheer unbridled aggression with which the square surface of the cleaver’s side struck its target’s jaw and cheek was made apparent by the resounding smack of cold steel on bone. His jaw cracking instantaneously, Reid’s face jerked violently to the right, blood once again spraying like a geyser from his mouth before his entire body followed suit in a massive lurch before slumping to the ground.
Grimson wasted no time in surveying the damaging he had inflicted on his counterpart, instead attempting to reunite the man with the shipmates he had once led. With the grim and expressionless look of an executioner, the beaten and bedraggled butler drew his cleaver behind his head, holding it steady with two exhausted hands. He then brought it down swiftly towards Reid, the impact of which would have no doubt led to yet another decapitation. Instead, it was every fabric of Reid’s being that allowed him to roll feebly out of the line of fire, the cleaver instead becoming imbedded in the ships deck. Grimson looked on at his elusive opponent with an equal share of annoyance and respect, he too heaving deeply from fatigue. It was now abundantly apparent that it would take more than just his cleaver and a few magic tricks to fell this resilient fighter. On his master’s grave would he swore this rogue would not best him.
As beads of sweat began to cascade down Reid’s forehead following his swift cavalcade of attacks on his would-be assassin, Grimson lay face down on the blood-stained deck amongst the carcasses of those he had massacred not long before, his right hand still firmly gripped around the hilt of his meat cleaver despite the three waves of intense physical trauma he had abruptly endured from his young adversary. After a few moments spent smoldering from the third degree burns and recoiling from his throbbing innards, the deranged butler let out a raspy wheeze that many coroners would have mistaken as gas escaping rather than a sign of life. However, the charbroiled and bloodied stick of a man slowly rose to his feet after some difficulty, smiling with his rotted teeth as he turned to face the panting face of Reid whose face could not contain its surprise at the speed in which his octogenarian rival had risen from his onslaught.
Playfully spinning his weapon of choice in his right hand, Grimson let loose a hoarse chuckle that saw specks of blood leap from his mouth, indicative of his massive internal injuries. His misty eyes locked with his youthful enemy’s, he spoke.
“You know, when I dealt with your friends here, the lot of them begged for mercy before I sliced them in twain. They squealed like swine as I severed their souls from their deplorable existence. Only now are they of use to me.”
Allowing Reid little time to comprehend the meaning of his final sentence, Grimson outstretched his arm towards one of the headless bodies of his fallen crewmate and mumbled a phrase in some indecipherable tongue. What followed the incantation caused the red-headed warrior’s heart to skip a beat, as the deceased marine’s headless body slowly rose to attention, thick dark blood still oozing from the stump where his head once perched. Grimson then motioned to another body that soon became animated once more. This corpse had been sliced deeply in his throat, and his pale and lifeless face showed no lively emotion as it wobbled and his head nearly fell off its shoulders with every step towards Reid.
For an instant, Reid was in a frozen state of disbelief as his crewmates closed in on him, arms outstretched towards him and ready to strangle their one-time commander. Left with no choice, Reid swung his Gaia axe horizontally at the first member of the living dead, lopping him in half at the waste as Grimson laughed sadistically at the scene. The Eternal Blade found its resting place in the headless marine’s stomach, sending the temporary zombie to the ground once more. With no interim period to contemplate the bizarre scenario, Reid felt the blunt impact of skull on skull as he was sent reeling backwards and almost to the ground. Having taken his eye off of Grimson, he had allowed the Butler to heave the disembodied head at Reid, scoring a bulls-eye and sending the young man backwards.
Through the double vision courtesy of his disoriented cranium, Reid soon saw a second wave of airborne bodies sailing swiftly towards them as they were shot-putted from their resting places by the demented Grimson. Some he was able to nimbly dodge or swat with his blade, but the avalanche of loose appendages -- the blood-soaked arms, legs and even entire torsos -- became overwhelming. Grimson moved with unnatural speed, heaving at great velocity everything from the skulls to shins of murdered marines, many hitting their target with the thud of bone and the splat of blood. After valiantly swatting away an entourage of arms from harms way, Reid was knocked clean off his balance by an errant abdomen to the temple and fell flat on his back onto a pile of severed humanity. His head spun, part from the two concussive blows he had sustained but also from the sheer ruthlessness and insanity from which Grimson’s attacks stemmed from.
His eyes refocused once again to see the frail figure of Grimson sprinting towards him at a speed that would be believable if only the butler was fifty years younger. The servant’s eyes seemed to alter their hue from their normally faint azure hue to a furious blood red. His cleaver held high, the butler was soon upon Reid, swinging his weapon vertically down upon the young combatant who narrowly rolled out of the way of its lethal path, instead finding its place in the sternum of a rotting marine. Reid was quick to take advantage of the situation, swinging his Eternal Blade head level to Grimson, who once again displayed his unnatural speed of a older warrior by ducking under its flight pattern and unleashing a savage boot to the gut of Reid, who spewed blood from his mouth as the air shot out of him upon impact. With the young hero doubled over clutching his stomach, Grimson followed up his initial attack with a precise strike from his bony elbow to the back of Reid’s battered skull, sending the warrior to the ground on all fours. Reaching back his arm to garner force, Grimson then struck the left side of Reid’s face with the broad side of his cleaver.
The sheer unbridled aggression with which the square surface of the cleaver’s side struck its target’s jaw and cheek was made apparent by the resounding smack of cold steel on bone. His jaw cracking instantaneously, Reid’s face jerked violently to the right, blood once again spraying like a geyser from his mouth before his entire body followed suit in a massive lurch before slumping to the ground.
Grimson wasted no time in surveying the damaging he had inflicted on his counterpart, instead attempting to reunite the man with the shipmates he had once led. With the grim and expressionless look of an executioner, the beaten and bedraggled butler drew his cleaver behind his head, holding it steady with two exhausted hands. He then brought it down swiftly towards Reid, the impact of which would have no doubt led to yet another decapitation. Instead, it was every fabric of Reid’s being that allowed him to roll feebly out of the line of fire, the cleaver instead becoming imbedded in the ships deck. Grimson looked on at his elusive opponent with an equal share of annoyance and respect, he too heaving deeply from fatigue. It was now abundantly apparent that it would take more than just his cleaver and a few magic tricks to fell this resilient fighter. On his master’s grave would he swore this rogue would not best him.
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.....credenza cat?
Fallen refused to give the creature a second of silence as she jumped back into the air and collided into the creature's shifted ribcage. Yamabiki yelled someething that sounded like a badly recorded "Rock Star yelling 'YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH'". This only made Fallen more frustrated as she started to punch him in the head, neck and chest. It was about the 11th punch that everything turned completley dark, and a spark shot across Yamabiki's face. It wasn't an electrical spark exactly, but it was more of a yellow lines converging onto a single point and dissappearing.
Yamabiki went through the Scared Woman and jumped all the way to the invisible barrier near the ocean. He was in a pose that looked like he had two left hands and a creepily blue smile. He decided to once again speak to the shocked woman, who stared at his contorted frame as well as the Moons flying out of his mouth.
"¡Usted engaña! ¡I no más largo tiene cajas de la colisión para que usted me golpee! Ahora usted muere la muerte dolorosa." bellowed Yamabiki.
Suddenly, strange Exclamation marks flew through the air in a curve that flew over Fallen's head. Fallen saw through the obvious trap and decided not to step forth. Yamabiki then once again transformed before Fallen's eyes, "becoming" a small girl holding a guitar. she had the almost same look as Yamabiki except her hair was green except for a black part on the top of her head. The girl spoke in a different laguage from the Matial artist as she tuned her guitar.
"Gut! Sind Sie bereit zu schaukeln?" said the girl.
The Girl started to play a Guitar solo, and as she did, several energy balls shot in a line in front of her in the same line as the exclamation marks did. It was several minutes before she stopped and Yamabiki appeared again, cauing the area to go back to normal. Fallen attempted to run at him while he was open, only to be rained upon by a pack of dead birds, mangled by that attack.
" ¡ Ku Ku Ku Ku ! ¡Ése era mi movimiento de Megalonmaniac! ¡Continuaré utilizándolo hasta que usted muere!"
Yamabiki jumped in the air again. Fallen was sure to get at this creature while he was trying to charge his move, and started to charge. Fallen planted her foot deep into his pelvis....but he didn't stop, her foot got caught inbetween his legs, as his blood ran down her leg.
"Le dije. Usted no puede dañarme más. ¡cSoy INVENCIBLE! ¡KU KU KU KU KU!" Said the creature.
The Sky turned black and the Exclamation points surrounded Fallen and everything around her.
"Gut! Sind Sie bereit zu schaukeln?"
Fallen refused to give the creature a second of silence as she jumped back into the air and collided into the creature's shifted ribcage. Yamabiki yelled someething that sounded like a badly recorded "Rock Star yelling 'YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH'". This only made Fallen more frustrated as she started to punch him in the head, neck and chest. It was about the 11th punch that everything turned completley dark, and a spark shot across Yamabiki's face. It wasn't an electrical spark exactly, but it was more of a yellow lines converging onto a single point and dissappearing.
Yamabiki went through the Scared Woman and jumped all the way to the invisible barrier near the ocean. He was in a pose that looked like he had two left hands and a creepily blue smile. He decided to once again speak to the shocked woman, who stared at his contorted frame as well as the Moons flying out of his mouth.
"¡Usted engaña! ¡I no más largo tiene cajas de la colisión para que usted me golpee! Ahora usted muere la muerte dolorosa." bellowed Yamabiki.
Suddenly, strange Exclamation marks flew through the air in a curve that flew over Fallen's head. Fallen saw through the obvious trap and decided not to step forth. Yamabiki then once again transformed before Fallen's eyes, "becoming" a small girl holding a guitar. she had the almost same look as Yamabiki except her hair was green except for a black part on the top of her head. The girl spoke in a different laguage from the Matial artist as she tuned her guitar.
"Gut! Sind Sie bereit zu schaukeln?" said the girl.
The Girl started to play a Guitar solo, and as she did, several energy balls shot in a line in front of her in the same line as the exclamation marks did. It was several minutes before she stopped and Yamabiki appeared again, cauing the area to go back to normal. Fallen attempted to run at him while he was open, only to be rained upon by a pack of dead birds, mangled by that attack.
" ¡ Ku Ku Ku Ku ! ¡Ése era mi movimiento de Megalonmaniac! ¡Continuaré utilizándolo hasta que usted muere!"
Yamabiki jumped in the air again. Fallen was sure to get at this creature while he was trying to charge his move, and started to charge. Fallen planted her foot deep into his pelvis....but he didn't stop, her foot got caught inbetween his legs, as his blood ran down her leg.
"Le dije. Usted no puede dañarme más. ¡cSoy INVENCIBLE! ¡KU KU KU KU KU!" Said the creature.
The Sky turned black and the Exclamation points surrounded Fallen and everything around her.
"Gut! Sind Sie bereit zu schaukeln?"
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ANNOUNCEMENT: I'm extending this round by three days. I have exams to study for, thus making my posts a little harder to do. As such, I require at least two more posts to make mine and Mushi's battle interesting, as if not, we'll end up screwed by the judges.
OoC: Judges, please do not take this post the wrong way. Mushi has a twist in store, and has requested that I kill him in this post. As such, this will be a short one, as I desire to get to my little surprise.
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As if in obedience, the knight turned to the child and lunged. The tip of his blade, gnarled and slightly bent, brushed the Californian’s arm, provoking a slight chuckle.
“Ha, really, now. I asked for your best sh--”
Before he could finish his arrogant remark, the knight had once again rammed his blade into the boy’s body. This time, however, the knight had made his mark not in his clothing, but on the boy’s throat. A none-too-precise slash was left in the wake of the sudden attack, and the light-red color of Jimmy’s esophagus was visible before a veritable spurt of blood flung itself from his body. He gasped momentarily for air before the knight sealed the deal by jabbing his blade into the teenager’s heart.
A low noise emanated from the knight, perhaps a victory laugh or a cry of regret. His armored body seemed to freeze for a moment before he finally pulled the bent weapon from the large boy’s chest.
Jimmy merely lay there and let himself slip. A deep sense of hidden victory emerged; he certainly would experience death, but the knight knew not the hidden devilry of this plain-clothes‘d deviant. Something was amiss.
The knight approached the soon-to-be corpse and investigated through some unknown method of vision.
The time was near. The boy began to close his glowing eyes. This battle wasn’t over, he knew it, but the feeling of death was still alarming to a human‘s nature. He gasped once more through a ruined windpipe before the knight’s armored foot finished his ascent into the grave.
But was this truly the end?
OoC: Judges, please do not take this post the wrong way. Mushi has a twist in store, and has requested that I kill him in this post. As such, this will be a short one, as I desire to get to my little surprise.
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As if in obedience, the knight turned to the child and lunged. The tip of his blade, gnarled and slightly bent, brushed the Californian’s arm, provoking a slight chuckle.
“Ha, really, now. I asked for your best sh--”
Before he could finish his arrogant remark, the knight had once again rammed his blade into the boy’s body. This time, however, the knight had made his mark not in his clothing, but on the boy’s throat. A none-too-precise slash was left in the wake of the sudden attack, and the light-red color of Jimmy’s esophagus was visible before a veritable spurt of blood flung itself from his body. He gasped momentarily for air before the knight sealed the deal by jabbing his blade into the teenager’s heart.
A low noise emanated from the knight, perhaps a victory laugh or a cry of regret. His armored body seemed to freeze for a moment before he finally pulled the bent weapon from the large boy’s chest.
Jimmy merely lay there and let himself slip. A deep sense of hidden victory emerged; he certainly would experience death, but the knight knew not the hidden devilry of this plain-clothes‘d deviant. Something was amiss.
The knight approached the soon-to-be corpse and investigated through some unknown method of vision.
The time was near. The boy began to close his glowing eyes. This battle wasn’t over, he knew it, but the feeling of death was still alarming to a human‘s nature. He gasped once more through a ruined windpipe before the knight’s armored foot finished his ascent into the grave.
But was this truly the end?
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