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 Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:47 am
  Scenario Odval's test! Continuing from here. Winner: Bataar(because let's admit it, Sara never had a chance!)
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:54 am
It was a strange sensation, she could not have imagined what her and Odval had summoned when they were chanting, when the women told her she had to be willing to suffer how was she to know what she meant? She did not think the women would summon strong spirits, strong spirits that she knew would easily be able to overpower the young soul conduit. Now she had left her son to deal with it, with a force that was very happy to be free and craving blood. His blood.
"Captain, you should have listened." She tutted shaking her head slightly, her voice had changed it seemed colder. It seemed strange and foreign coming from her lips. She reached behind her and took out her medium, Shinto's prayer rod. There was no blade and in reality it was no more useful than a stick however to a Conduit it was a tool used to direct energy and focus. She turned to face him tilting her head to one side. "Because now, I am going to kill you." The side of her lip twitched to make a creepy smile, under the moon this whole scene was starting to resemble some kind of horror movie.
Sara leaped forward swinging her medium, the end heading for his head. Despite everything this was still Sara and Sara had no fight training, she did not stand a chance against him. Though still the spirit made her attack, he did not care if she died.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:32 am
Bataar wasn’t going to lie and act as if he wasn’t deeply disturbed by this-- he sure as hell was. ”Sarangerel...” he cautioned, slowly drawing his sword. She couldn’t be blamed, because he could tell that this wasn’t really her. It was a possession if he was correct, and that was just plain dangerous. The Mongol resisted the urge to leave, to let the girl in front of him deal with whatever his mother had seen coming, but it was pretty impossible, especially considering that she was probably on the verge of attacking him. He retreated, a frown upon his face as he tried to figure out what to do. He couldn’t kill her, after all.
He continued backing away, glancing behind him to make sure that Odval hadn’t come back to help him and, of course, she hadn’t. ”You are sure as hell not going to kill me. Look at you! In a midget body like that!” he snorted, doing his best to sound as carefree as possible. This clearly was a possession, which he’d never dealt with-- never. He didn’t have many soul conduit buddies, in any case, and he tended to have a healthy fear of his mother, and so this was something that was deeply unusual to the captain. Did Sara hev any idea of what she was doing?
He parried the attack with his sword, his green eyes still in the midst of his confusion. It was impossible to try and figure out what to do here. He didn’t want to kill this girl on the one hand, but on the other she was clearly trying to kill him. Still, would she even have a chance with such attempts? It didn’t seem very likely.
”Look, I’m not afraid to kill you.” he warned.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 1:20 pm
The spirit eyed him, truth be told it was not stupid and he knew that its chances were thin, however it was not summoned to this world to kill the son, it was sent to this world to try and break the student and it seemed like getting her into a fight she was not going to win the surest way to do it. Plus it was a lot more entertaining.
His next comment was just as amusing as his first, was he threatening her? What did the spirit have to loose in this? "Really? Well I am not afraid to die. No doubt it will be as dull the second time around." She stated with a small shrug lowering her stance and starting to focus spiritual energy into the rod. Sara herself was not that talented with the concept of concentrating spirit magic in battle, not really understanding how it could be used or having much of a interest. However for a spirit the idea was much easier to get its head around. It spun the rod and took another run at him however this time it was not only the strength of Sara but the force of the spiritual energy contributing to the hit.
"So come on then, lets see if you bite lives up to your bark." She grinned this time aiming lower, to his chest and that large scar which could be seen through his armour.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 1:48 pm
Bataar really did have to admit that it was extremely odd hearing this sorts of things issue from Sarangerel’s mouth. Such insults coming from her almost made him want to laugh out loud just for the sheer absurdity of it all. ”Of course, of course-- but how do you propose to make me fall in that body?” he demanded, his voice harsh with ridicule. He was two or three times the size of Sara and she doubted she’d had much training at all when it came to fighting. That being said, he was at an immense advantage here.
Bat shrugged, looking almost bored as the spirit commented that it wasn’t afraid to die. ”If that’s how I have to get your pesky a** out of here, I will kill you.” he responded, feeling almost languid. He held up his sword again, his eyes concentrated on the rod that was aimed at him and brought it down, slicing into the object of power. He’d apologize for that later, but for now it was apparently endangering his life, which didn’t quite make him comfortable. There wasn’t much the spirit could do in this body, or so he hoped, seeing as it was hardly a pleasant thing to consider killing the girl in whose body it had ended up in.
Besides, the spirit probably wasn’t even used to the body it had taken over-- even if Sara did have some unknown fighting skills, they weren’t likely to come out in this situation. ”Good luck killing me.” he muttered, doing his best to avoid the girl before him. Even if he aimed to knock her unconscious, something like that was bound to do more hurt than he’d intend. This situation was, quite frankly, far too complicated to deal well with mentally.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:16 pm
She smirked at the Giant, he wondered if he would be so cool and composed if it made him mad, some might say that showing red to a bull was a foolish idea. However on the other hand it might make his movements a little less thought out, heck what did he have to loose? "I am sure you will, that is what you are good at isn't it Bataar? Your own men as much as the Legions, how many have you lead to the grave, ten? twenty? fifty? Now threatening little girls, indeed such a hero." It crackled holding the sharp wooden handle behind her back, if he came near it would try and push the point into his gut.
Deep down Sara was grieving, the loss of her medium had stirred her a little. Not many people knew how much it actually meant to her, even fewer knew the story of how it came to be hers. It was not something the spirit wanted, she was beginning to fight it again. He would not let her regain control, he was meant to kill her! On the outside her appearance did not indicate in any way that she had woken up a little, the spirit knew it had to keep its cool, maybe if the behemoth did attack then the pain would knock her back out cold.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:45 pm
Bataar had to admit to a sense of pity as he surveyed Sara, screaming as she was about her rod. He had no doubt that that sort of thing was genuine, but this was really no time for pity. He had to defend himself and he knew it-- even if it meant dealing out a bruise or two to the possessed body before him, for it seemed that the spirit was back and possibly stronger than ever. He fisted his hands, preparing to attack as he worked on locking out the words of the slighted spirit. He just had to remind himself that this was more of an annoyance than anything else-- just a joke his mother had played, perhaps. She’d be alright...
He frowned as a few of the words inadvertently registered in his mind and shot a glare at his opponent. ”We’re in the middle of a war. Did you think I’d cower at the mention of death? Many of my men have died and I have killed many others, but that’s the least of my concerns. This is, after all, what is to be expected.” he stated, feeling surprisingly calm about the whole thing. There was simply a point where death became a sort of unreality to Bataar-- he had become insensitive to it through dealing with it so very much.
He wasn’t clueless, either, about how sharp the rod in her hands now was. He would have to avoid that at all costs, mainly because it didn’t take skill or experience to drive a wooden stake home. The captain was, in truth, merely biding his time, delaying the inevitable. He just hoped that he could effectively knock the student unconscious without seriously injuring her, mainly because of the problems that that might pose. He was in no condition to take care of an injured young girl if she needed it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:05 pm
Did it really mean so little here? "How can you say that, don't you care? She let out, before her eyes paled again. She gritted her teeth and knew that she had to do something now, she needed to get him to actually want to do some damage before the girl was strong enough to claim her body back.
The spirit was livid, Bataar though all this time had stayed cool and pretty much in the same place this entire meeting. He had threatened to take action and it seemed like all he was doing was shoving the spirit back with out actually trying to cause it any harm. "Oh for ******** sake you big idiot just fight already!" It shouted and lunged forward, moving as quickly as he could to try and spike the damn Mongol. If he would not provoke him he would make him fight!
It knew it needed to work quickly because the longer Sara was able to stir the less control it had over her and it knew its summoner would not be happy unless it completed its duty to the best of its ability.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:22 am
Bataar was a full-fledged captain and, as such, he was willing to go to any lengths for the cause that he served, which was that of the rebellion. It wasn't that he was particularly detached from death-- it was more that he was just used to it. He'd found out quickly that it was something that, unfortunately, really wasn't all that unusual in the world and by now it seemed a waste of time to become so damned preoccupied with it. If someone ran out of life, that was that, and he certainly wasn't going to allow anyone to die in vain. They would've wanted him to continue to fight. That was just how things were.
Seeing Sarangerel herself speak before she deteriorated once again was odd, however, and he frowned yet again. "I do care." he attempted to explain, somewhat uselessly. This really wasn't the best place to explain, however, which he was able to see very quickly as the student before him lapsed back into a state of possession. He knew for a fact that he'd better take action soon-- otherwise, he'd really be screwing himself over. He sighed shortly, sheathing his sword again and cracking his fists, his head tilted at an angle.
"Oh, is that what you want?" he asked, a faint smirk upon his face as he readied himself to avoid the newly-made spear. It was simple enough due to the relative clumsiness with which it was wielded, especially seeing as Bat didn't think the spirit was quite used to the body it had entered. Maybe that was his mother's one bit of help for him here, and he hoped it would remain true.
The behemoth carefully brandished two fingers and, even as he felt the spear of sorts graze into his skin, he dug the members into Sarangerel's forehead. If that didn't knock her out then he wasn't sure what would.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:37 am
Even though the first hit had caused her quite a lot of discomfort, to be honest her head felt like a cracked melon, it was the second blow which knocked her unconscious. The conduits eyes closed almost instantly and for now she looked quite peaceful, like she was in a very deep sleep. After a moment her breathing had restarted and you could see her chest gently moving up and down to show she was alive and for the most part well.
The trees around rattled with the wind, the aura of the spirit was lifted and the area felt a lot more comfortable to be in. The negative feeling which had made the animals flee had gone and the air felt much lighter meaning some of them dare come back to investigate. Even the birds started to sing which was odd because it was night-time, you could say that life in thw clearing had been restored to its normal state. The colour came back into her cheeks a little but it would be a long time until she had the energy to open her eyes again.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 10:56 am
Bataar wasn’t worried about the blow that he’d been dealt-- it was, after all, merely a scratch(although it was a rather big one). He felt relieved, however, when he saw her eyes close and withdrew his hand, allowing her to fall of her own accord in case the spirit cared to stay. He sighed in relief as the sounds of life returned to the clearance and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes half-lidded as he observed his new charge. This had been a new experience to say the least, and he really didn’t think he’d like it. He’d have to have a conversation with Odval the next time he saw her, seeing as this was just damn annoying.
The captain bent at the waist and slung Sarangerel over his shoulder, trudging slowly back to the relative safety of his yurt. ”This feather tried to kill me?” he wondered allowed, feeling exhaustion enter into his bones, which was likely far more mental than physical. It was more than just a little true that he hated dealing with these sorts of situations and he rocked back on his heels, taking a moment of time for himself. He’d known all along that his mother was a wildcard, but this just seemed downright cruel. He didn’t want to deal with the dead.
He pushed open the flat to his yurt and set the girl down before exiting again and crossing his arms, looking around as if to guard against anymore dead souls. This had always been a peaceful place and he really didn’t want to deal with violence at his own home. Bataar just didn’t like fighting soul conduits-- it took far to much mental energy and restraint, especially seeing as it was generally the spirits themselves he was against.
Never again.
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