{[-Alpha and Omega-]}-

Best Fighting Style:

Melee	23.2%	[ 141 ]
Guns	10.5%	[ 64 ]
Magic	21.0%	[ 128 ]
Psionics	3.4%	[ 21 ]
Gargantuan Passive Auras of BOOMF***	3.8%	[ 23 ]
All-Out, Anything Goes	38.1%	[ 232 ]
Total Votes:			[ 609 ]

[Plain Account]

Poor child; Drake was an old monk who had seen this before; all including the cockiness, and knew what to expect to come of it. It was almost like clockwork for the monk who literally stood still until the last moment. The right hand would meet Drake's left palm and be consumed in his grasp without any kind of trouble.

So now the monk was holding his opponent's right hand which if it jerked away could easily be released; however this monk knew better than to assume too much and instead decided to be a little more "generous" with his manuvuer. After grabbing the right hand he twisted it suddenly to force his opponent to twist with it; if sucessful he'd then yank down towards the earth and watch his opponent fall. For optimal results he twisted the hand / wrist of the opponent to Drake's left since it was his left hand which had caught it.

Other then that his right hand sat still; tense, but still.

[Chrjo12]

Rynn was irked that his opponent had caught his hand.

But, rather than stop at all, Rynn kept right on, with the small adaption that he kicked off the ground with his right foot, pulling his caught hand back at the same time to help bring his feet into the air, and shot out both feet in a painful drop-kick to Drake's gut. This was able to happen because this occured at almost the exact same time Drake caught Rynn's hand, which was in front of Rynn's body and feet, meaning that he still had time to maneuver- at least enough.

Once Rynn did that though, he would be at gravity/Drake's(if he somehow managed to evade/block the attack) mercy. However, the limited time frame and Drake's positioning would not allow for too much of a reaction.

Once the kick was executed, Rynn would do whatever was necessary to get back on his feet.

[Plain Account]

Drake's feet were equidistance and his legs were tense giving him the perfect position to evade this attack; whats more his opponent had made the mistake of trying to jump and kick with the distance being so short; even if his opponent could get his legs that far up and bend his knees that high it would be way off obvious of the move to come.

With that said, though the difficulty of the move his opponent was trying to do was simply off the charts in this kind of situation especially while pulling his arm away and whatnot Drake had this one in the back; having his opponent's right hand with his left all he'd have to do was side step, and this time there would be no errors.

A quickl movement to the right allowed the kick to go right by and also allowed Drake to hold the hand with ease. Even though his opponent missed Drake shifted his grasp to the now airborn opponent to his right hand around the right wrist of the man after he had bucked forward.

Now holding said wrist when his opponent hit the ground Drake would force him on his back, stand upon him, and pull his arm until it popped out of place or came off; seeing as he was forcing the arm to go behind his back in the first place for this move and standing facing his opponent's right towards the target arm with his feet on his opponent's spine only adding pressure as he ripped at the flesh below his opponent would simply be in a world of pain.

Unfortunately for the man below he'd be in sand; nothing to really "spring off of" and with one arm being in pain and the left arm probably not being anywhere near functional it was safe to say this man's arm was to come off with the gush of blood that Drake so sincerely wanted to cause.

[Chrjo12]

Damn. I suck at this whole thing. I need to train....Why the hell is this kick taking so long?.....Sweet Hey-zues this sucks....

Accepting defeat because his own stupidity, but realizing that he could not afford a loss, especially when he seemed to be the only one defending the guild at the moment, he broke the "rules".

A.K.A, the held wrist and arm that was beginning to feel the tension of the pull quickly gave off a blue glow and the hand flexed and spread its digits, simultaneously firing off 5 semi-automatic ice shards of a caliber fine enough to pierce the skin of and embed themselves in the target, which happened to be the occupied Drake at the moment.

Unfortunately, as nothing of this type had been seen before, it was most certain that Drake would be caught by surprise and impaled, at least once or twice. Upon the probable release of his arm, Rynn would stay down for a second before quickly getting up to his feet and watching his opponent.

He intended to remove the spikes and offer healing services to his opponent, if his opponent would allow it.

Rynn coldly, yet politely, said, "Under these circumstances, I cannot allow you to win. You may count this as a victory for yourself though. I ask that you leave this place though. If you wish healing before you go, I shall provide."

[Plain Account]

Drake had not been impaled for he released his opponent feeling the sudden temperature change knowing that whatever reason it was did not bode well for him. In truth it reminded him a little of how he felt when he had to face Seta Frost some time ago... However he nodded quietly and turned towards the ocean. "Another time." He began to walk off towards the ocean which was really a large pathway for him.

[Chrjo12]

Rynn turned and walked back to the castle and rested up and whatnot.
((ZOMG- Speedhack!!))

Oddly enough, he took note of the massive amount of birds and the two spectators, of which he had recognized one as Cutter. The other? Who knows?

[Chrjo12]

Rynn walked back out of the castle, avoiding the remnants of the frozen and shattered pendulum.

He put his hands on the back of his head again and inhaled deeply before doing a few simple stretches(also pointless) without moving his arms.

Today was a good day.

[Chrjo12]

((*sigh*

A.K.A

Bump))

[Chrjo12]

Christoph arrived at the castle.

[Chrjo12]

Christoph pulled up a chair upon entrance into the castle and removed the harp from his back before sitting down. Once he was properly seated and comfortable, he leaned forward slightly and put the harp in proper playing position. Then he began to play a mysterious, beautiful melody.

Should someone have been able to see his face and eyes, they would have said both glew with a radiance only found in one from the stars or one absorbed in their passion.

Either way, no one could deny the skill with which Christoph played his instrument.

[KujaTheDarkOne]

Miki arrived at the castle.

[Chrjo12]

Christoph eagerly awaited the return of the famed Harbinger and he was curious as to where Rynn was at the moment. It was kind of quiet...with no one here, and especially when he stopped playing.

[Chrjo12]

Christoph began to bore- things were....quiet.....too quiet.
((IT'S A TRAP!))

[Chrjo12]

With a resonant CRACK the Harbinger and his fellow former attackers were dropped inside the castle in a bright flash of white light, right in front of Christoph to be exact.


"Always flashy and dramatic, everywhere ya go..."

[KujaTheDarkOne]

Musha let out a little sigh as in a blinding flash of light he was returned to the castle. He was a slight bit disappointed - he had wished to finish his first offical fight with the team. But ah well, he was sure he'd get many more opportunities... and besides, they had a couple of people who hadn't been able to join in that fight, that could probably join in the next.
Musha decided he'd go rest up a bit... even that slight bit of fighting had made him at least somewhat tired, and he'd like to be rid of the tiredness as soon as possible.