The Crater

[Selina Misao]

Hears his words and seeing all he had upon his body would cause a grin to appear and play upon her silky smooth lips. With this she would prepare her toned slim curved figure, to which it could be seen that it was conditioned as a fighter.

"You sure you can handle me sugar?

Lets see..."

Just as she spoke her right hand would move suddenly pulling a concealed throwing dagger from her armguard and moving her arm back around while flicking her wrist, the dagger would fly towards him.

It would cut through the air smoothly, aimed for just between his legs but would would just about safely miss his important area. Now just as she had thrown the dagger she would glide slightly to the right and move towards him, keeping her arms free to defend and her mind focused letting energy build up within her...

[xClashx]

Her wrist loosed the dagger and she sent it stabbing toward him. He could tell by the angle that it wasn't aimed at a pretty spot. His eyes craned inward, following it in its trajectory. The boot was there; the blade embedded itself in tough leather, point sticking through the other side a little too far for comfort.

!

He glanced up. She was coming in from his left. His feet slid along the grass, the left with a boot on it and the right bare, spreading out only slightly as he equalized himself. Left hand continued to grip the towel as the right bent at his side, the stuck boot in tow.

[Selina Misao]

As he moved she would just get in reach of striking range. All the time her energy building so this next move could hopefully work, her eyes taking in all before her as she let out a quick left low turning kick aimed at his inner right thigh. It was rather a snap feint kick motion to distract his attention to which he was slightly already distracted by having to hold the towel up, to keep himself covered.

Her right arm would be at the ready to block if needed, just as the snap kick would snap back she would quickly lower herself to his left side and attempt to grab and slam into him and ground him. Boost - The Psionic warrior utilizes Psionic energy in there muscles to increase the power of one physical attack or motion. This allows them to for a single movement, jump higher or punch harder allowing her to surpass the limits of her already athletic body. The power of the movement is usually increased by a factor of 1.5.

Now hopefully if all worked correctly, the right snap kick would distract him enough so that the ploughing into him motion would carry through and he would end up on the ground with her positioned on top of him ready to defend or do what was needed. Also his left was busy holding the towel, so she hoped this would be enough....

[xClashx]

Instead of blocking or checking her kick, he judged the distance and swiped his left leg back along the grass, angling his right side toward her. His right hand crossed in front of him, the boot held just above his groin, which was still protected by his left hand. Her feint got him to move, but barely; and she assumed that he would not be fast enough to react as she came in low after the kick.

Positioned perfectly for the way she came in--his center facing her again instead of the left side of his body--he threw the towel in her face and sprawled, pressuring her skull with the palm of his left hand, draping the white fabric over her head to blind her. Holy s**t . . . ! This chick's a bull! He found himself sliding backward, toes digging into the soil against the strength of her amplified body. Not a situation he was unfamiliar with after squaring off with Athena.

He flipped the boot in his right hand, gripping it by the inside of the heel. Drawing it back beside his head again, he brought the inside of the steel toe cutting down toward the base of her skull (above the back of the neck) to knock her unconscious.

[XCYL V2]

I am sorry for the people that have to go to war. It is sad and may god help us and do something. XD Ay man!

[Selina Misao]

((I have friends that have gone to war, I hope that they will be ok)).

Selina's kick would hit his right thigh, though it would not cause much pain as it was meant more as a distraction.

Just as she was to slam him, his towel would be thrown at her. As the towel landed she would move her left hand just slightly, to which a blade would appear. Now as his left hand would go to apply pressure upon her head she would swiftly raise her right arm on instinct and would meet the boot as it came down, it smacked into her arm which had an arm guard on. Although the arm guard absorbed some of the shock still a thudding would run up her entire arm.

While her right had moved ,her left, the one with the blade had lashed out at his right exposed thigh. In a slashing motion, it would not be severe but enough to cause some pain and bleeding.

With this she would swiftly move back trying to break contact and once some room occurred she stood pulling the towel from her face bringing herself ready to defend or attack as needed, her ice blue eyes would take in all before them, including one naked man. To this a playful grin appeared.

"Interesting, am I too much for you sugar..."


Psi-Blade - The Psionic warrior produces a blade of psychic energy on one hand. This Psionic blade is 6 inches long and has a translucent design. The knife is as hard and sharp as a steel knife of the same size but it is weightless. It can be used to cut the enemy as a normal knife would. The blade sparkles with a strange green energy and has a design reminscient of the Vexic Family Crest. The blade last 8 rounds. When the blade deals a strike it also may cause head aches, as it attacks the victims mind and body.

[xClashx]

The boot thwacked against her arm brace. Something translucent and green sparkled into existence below and a gash opened on his right thigh. She broke contact; he pushed forward as she pulled away, gave her the towel, but brought his left knee up under her chin as a swift parting gift.

She swept the towel away. Some type of short energy blade shimmered from her left hand.

"Like what you see?" he asked in monotone. Blood seeped from the superficial wound in his leg. His brain worked fine, unphased by the pain or adverse effects of her weapon. You developed ways of dealing with psions after fighting them for so many years.

He discarded the boot, striding forward, both hands swaying openly at his sides. At this position, her back lay to the water's edge. A few steps and he bridged the tiny gap between them. Seemingly oblivious of her psi-blade, he thrust his right arm straight into harm's way, simply attempting to plant his exposed metallic fingers above her chest. He held his body as far back as possible, right leg leading, arm fully extended, and pushed into her.

[Selina Misao]

The blade had gashed him and she had managed to break contact with him, taking the towel with her.

But as she would back away his left knee come up aimed at her chin, now as she was standing she would tilt her head back slightly but not enough to not be caught. His knee would make contact with her chin and cause her to be knocked back slightly and to have drawn alittle blood, she threw the towel and still held the Psion blade in her left hand as her eyes quickly took in the sight before her to which the playful grin grew.

"I might..."

Her voice held a slight playfulness to it as she stood ready with her hands up watching him stride forwards a few steps, as his right arm thrust out with his metallic fingers above her chest her right hand would come up to attempt to grab his arm just above the elbow with a firm grip and at the same time she would bring her left with the blade up to slash his right arm as she would lean back.

"Having fun?..."

His metallic fingers would just scratch the skin above her chest to which abit of blood would raise to the surface and seep out, now as he attempting to push into her, her attempting to grip his arm it is probable they could fall into the water...

"If i'm going you're coming with me sugar..."

[Vintrict]

What a barren land this place was. Despite it being just another spot of nature on the earth, it held this abnormal feeling of despair and abandonment. Like you were walking into an ominous atmosphere that was attempting to make you disbelieve that you were safe within the trees or anywhere for that matter. The constant sounds of something not too far away having its voice ring through the air caused the occasional animal to run away. But the stumping noise of something hitting the earth hard did not come from one of the dinosaurs lurking about, or the golems that seemed to be here and there. These sounds of stone hitting against the ground instead came from a "man."

This man carried himself with a confident stature as he walked through the forest, his white cape made of fur trailing behind him. His hues of red and yellow of his hair and armor stood out well within this green forest, though their colors of brightness was probably an easy signal to a lot of predators to not get close to him, much like many insects you saw in the world. Verev was no black widow nor yellow spotted spider, but he was power mashed into the shape of a humanoid. Those tanned muscles of his were proof enough of the rigorous training he must put himself through to have such a good weight and height ratio of strength.

However, one predator, one who called himself king, came into appearance to show challenge against the daring Verev Thernis, and that was the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Its dark brown skin was capable of having it blend in with the canopies of the trees as it stomped its way out into the open, standing there in front of the seven foot man as it towered with its eyes looking upon him. It growled with a long, continuous roar through its clasped teeth, shown into view to show that it was ready to feast on this hunk of flesh before it.

"..." Verev did not make any sort of reaction to its appearance, other than his eyes staring up at it as if he held no sort of fear toward its presence. But to match the T-Rex in appearance, the large man gave a grin of his own teeth, teeth that have torn asunder many tough meat in his lifetime. Opening his hands and spreading the distance between his feet, he spoke with his deep voice: "Come on!"

The earth quaked loudly as the T- Rex charged forward, opening its maws and extending its body forward, its entire mouth coming down to clasp upon its prey and make him into a meal. However, this meal was not going to be an easy one like all the countless herbivores that the T-Rex feasted on. He was going against yet another carnivore, a man who saw challenge in things larger than him. To him, anything that was smaller was weaker.

To see him now was like watching Tarzan manhandle a cheetah, Verev's hands grabbing the top and the bottom part of the T-Rex's mouth to where it was unable to close it down for a good bite. The strength of the Phoenix Warrior must have been immense to be able to keep the jaws of a giant lizard from closing, its tongue lashing about as it swerved its head side to side to try to get rid of the man. But my, my, this was too much for words the way Verev was able to keep his footing, while having his bulging arms continue to supply the necessary power to be the one moving its head side to side.

"RARGH!" Verev acted, pulling to the right to where the earth shook with the body of the T-Rex hitting into the ground. Trees fell over as its legs lashed about, currently unable to gain its footing back after such a shocking maneuver. But while it roared in struggle, Verev's hands reached into its mouth and took hold of its moist tongue, grabbing on it and pulling it to where it was angrily trying to get him away. But with another mighty pull, blood splattered onto the ground as the pink muscle was ripped from the mouth. Seeing such an angry predator was not a pretty sight, as its voice roared so loudly that anything that was chirping, singing, or doing any type of noise that contributed to the night silenced upon the superior voice coming through the air.

Throwing its tongue to the ground, Verev opened his right hand, flames coursing into existence as they spiral around his arm and then turned into an orb. The shape mingled for a moment until it came into the appearance of a five foot hammer, weighing about thirty pounds with the eye of a dragon upon the top of it, jeweled over with glass. Having both of his hands take hold of the handle, more fire sparked into existence, a heavy amount of it springing forth from his body in a spinning ring. The lizard's pains were added as the heat of the mystic fires of the Phoenix bore until it, consuming and cooking anything that was vulnerable in its path. Anyone from afar, if they were paying attention, would next see a pillar of flames shoot up from this part of the forest as the man sprouted his great power into aggression.

It wasn't long before Verev was sitting on the now charred head of the T-Rex, eating a piece of its flesh like a tiger, tearing away the tough skin and the tender flesh underneath as he held it like a drumstick. The heat of his flames had gave it a good roast, so it had better flavor, along with being just rare enough to where the taste of the blood still gave his tongue satisfaction.

But one thing was for sure: he made his presence known to those who were in this land. For his purpose here was not just to hunt a dinosaur. He had far more superior motives.

[xClashx]

Her right hand closed over about half of his muscular arm. Using her blade, she sliced into the meat of the other side, carving a rough semicircle in his flesh that dripped blood. He pushed forward, his fingers raking her chest even as she seized him, and clutched her upper garment.

"Works for me."

Their feet splashed into the lake. He attempted to use the suction of the water to throw her off balance, giving her a fierce shove as they traveled quickly down the steep incline into waist-deep territory. If she fell, he would use his arm and weight to hold her under, gripping tight to the fabric of her clothes.

Just then a crash and a bellow erupted from the fringes of the forest. He turned his head. Distantly, a flock of birds took to the sky. ". . ."

[Selina Misao]

Some more of his blood had been drawn, as soon as the slash had been made her left hand would move back just slightly ready for it's next attack. Selina gripped his arm tightly with her right hand as she felt him push her back even further, going with the movements to minimise the raking on her chest though more blood would raise to the surface and seep out of the scratches.

"Fine..."

As their feet entered the water she would feel him give a fierce push, Selina was moving with him and and as he gave the shove her left leg would cut through the water moving back to support her from falling using the grip on his arm to stabilize herself but it would of caused her to be pushed back slightly leaning from the waist.

She just about managed to stay upright, though with his grip on her upper garment the sudden shove movement would cause her crimson red skin tight vest top to rip slightly.

"You'll pay for that....."

Just as she spoke she would go and attempt another slash on his right arm, but her words were cut short as well as her actions as her head too would turn to look at where the crash had come from. Her right hand would still grip him with her left clutching the blade up at the ready.

".......What the hell?"

[xClashx]

In his peripheral vision, he caught her turning her head. His right leg thundered forward in a powerful roundhouse kick at her left thigh, just above the knee, in an attempt to knock her legs out from under her. He aimed six inches "past" her, ensuring that his shin struck through her, then he released her shirt. Ripping his arm from her grasp, he skipped backward. Water swirled, spraying her with a fine mist, and he jumped toward the forest . . . landing in a tree. Crouching, he peered over his right shoulder.

"Think you can keep up?"

He punched his right arm into the air. Something large and winged lit on the bleeding limb, its talons clutching his flesh. It let out a piercing cry and took off, speeding toward the source of the noise. Following, Clash disappeared into the thick boughs of the trees, boots nimbly crossing from limb to limb, sinewy arms pushing him along.

(( I'm gonna retcon out the whole hair-cutting scene. I want my hair after all. xP ))

[Selina Misao]

As she looked he would let out a roundhouse kick aimed at her left thigh, she sensed and saw from the corner of her eye the sudden movements all she could do with lower her left arm swiftly to try and block at least abit of the damage.

Her left would come down and just about caught some of the impact but still not enough to stop her from falling, she would fall backwards into the water. But as she had started to fall he still held her top which now would rip even more with the fall, she would let go of his arm to break her fall and hit the water just as he jumped off.

Now soaking wet with a ripped top, she got up looking up at him with her ice blue gaze. Standing there revealing a red leather look bra through the ripping of her top, letting out a low growl as she watched him.

"Think this is funny?
...Of course I can....."

With that she would bend her knees and leap up into the tree's after him, the blade that was in her left hand would disappear for now. She would bound from tree to tree following the direction in which Clash was heading, moving smoothly and silently.........

((Lol, ok)).

[Vintrict]

Verev just continued to tear at the dinosaur meat, eating the ribs this time like it was a normal day for a barbecue. Noises of the tendons being torn and his mouth chewing at the meat was keeping some of the predators who were lurking in the shadows from coming closer. Yeah, the large carnivore smelled delicious as its aroma filled the forest in a steady semi-fog, but none of them dared come close to the brute who took down this beast.

[xClashx]

Vintrict

Verev just continued to tear at the dinosaur meat, eating the ribs this time like it was a normal day for a barbecue. Noises of the tendons being torn and his mouth chewing at the meat was keeping some of the predators who were lurking in the shadows from coming closer. Yeah, the large carnivore smelled delicious as its aroma filled the forest in a steady semi-fog, but none of them dared come close to the brute who took down this beast.

Rustling came from the trees near the intruder. A single combat boot thudded into the dust of the clearing. Clash stood there with his shoulders braced and arms crossed, a network of bloody streaks helixing its way along his right arm. Oh . . . and he was completely naked. Coming through the trees behind him, the female would get a nice view of his butt.

The intruder sat atop a fallen T-Rex, or what was left of one, tearing at the meat of a rib. Clash frowned. "Who are you, Lion-O?"