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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:20 pm
Focht grins as he flicks his wrist, Hart's blood being flung clear of the weapon. Shifting his stance to that of a fencer, Focht holds his left hand against his back, grabbing something.
"We can keep playing this game or I can fight with no restraint. Which would you prefer because either way you will lose."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:22 pm
"Give me all you got...
We'll see if it's worth it."
*He moves in closer, giving the whirling chain above his head more slack, enlarging it's radious and bringing the weight down, so that it hovered just above the ground as it spins through the air.
With his left hand he turns over the sickle blade a few times.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:31 pm
"Your funeral......"
Focht leaves the thing at his back there and brings his hand out and holds it palm out towards Hart. The air around his hand starts to shimmer like the air above pavement on a hot day. He is purposefully giving Hart a chance to attack.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:35 pm
*Hart had witnessed attacks like these countless time and instead of pressing the attack his simply reels the chain in a bit and stops the twirling.
He lets the weight fall to the ground and makes a motion as if to say 'go ahead'.
He assumed it was high time he showed everyone the folley of taking him too lightly.
With his now free right hand he redies a small trowing blade, sliping out from a pocket in his glove, along his wrist.
He flashes the very same smile as earlier.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:44 pm
Focht sighs and releases the blast of air in his hand at Hart, the spinning chain had been one of the few things that could have knocked it off course with the currents of air it had been generating. Focht waits to see how Hart would react to this oversized punch.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:49 pm
*Immediately before contact is made, a red aura glows where the air attack connects.
It absorbs all of the elemntal force, glowing brighter until the attack is completely dissepated, the aura then spreads over Hart's entire body, tinting him a dark red for a few seconds, then it is gone.
Immediately after the Aura is gone, Hart swings his right arm forward and up, releasing the blade, he then stomps on the chain lying on the ground, to anchor it, and using his left hand also hurls the sickle straight toward Focht.*
"Hmph..."
*The grunt is as if to say, 'told you so'.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:01 am
[edit]
Focht knocks the sickle aside with his sword, seemingly effortlessly and just taking the blade in the chest. It didn't go more than an inch deep.
"Neat trick......"
Focht still waits, knowing that Hart's leg was a limiting factor, the fact that the bone had stopped his blade was alittle bit of a bother though. He pulls the blade out.
"So... What's next?"
((forgot the thrown blade..... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:06 am
((I know you did, I figured you'd either remember and fix it, or I'll just keep it going and skip it, but oh well.))
"Trick?
It's the only damn thing keeping you alive right now!"
*He opens and re-clenches his fists in frustration.
He glares at Focht, but for the moment doesn't do anything.
He then levels his stands and his face twists into a sneer, he brings his arms out to the side and the aura shoots up around them, glowing dimly at first the growing brighter.
As before it spreads over his entire body, but instead of fade, Hart gives out a roar and it glows brighter, to almost a solid red, almost eliminating his features.
His arms then drop to his sides and the aura slowly fades.
He glares at Focht, sweat glistening on his forehead.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:14 am
"ooOOOoooo...... pretty lights. Sorry, its just that I have seen auras too much recently."
Focht vanishes then appears off to Harts right for an instant, leaving an after image and continuing his loop so he actually attacks from behind and slightly to the right. He charges reappearing behind Hart, bring is blade down across at Hart's back, kicking at the back of the knee on Hart's bad leg. The other after image fades as the swing finishes, and Focht uses his momentum to attempt to sholder Hart from behind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:21 am
*The slash wouldn't cut deeper than Hart's bone, but leaves a nasty gash across his back.
While having his knee kicked out and tackled from behind brings him to the ground, face first.
Momentarily stunned, but back in action, he is now angry.
He grabs the chain right below the weight, which is right where he is lying.
he then uses his other arms to quickly roll himself over.
He uses the momentum to swing the weighted chain like a flail at Focht.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:35 am
Focht is hit in the back of the right knee with the weight and is spun to face Hart. His knee unable to hold him up, he falls toward Hart letting his sword go because it was to big for close combat like this. Focht stabs downward with Hart's throwing knife at Hart's chest, reaching for the Grand Klaive at his back with his now free right hand. He manages to get the Grand Klaive out before hitting the ground revealing the ornate acid etching on the 2 foot blade.
Hitting the end of his fall, Focht rolls away from Hart.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:42 am
*The throwing blade sticks into his chest, not going very deep.
Hart rolls away from Focht, as he rolls he releases the chaininstead picking up Focht's katana.
He slowly hops to his feet, or rather one foot, resting on his left knee, facing Focht.
He holds the blade in his right hand and pulls another throwing blade from his glove, keeping it concealed behind his back.*
"You want to know how to be invicible in a fight?"
*He obviously was showing signs of fatigue, the bloodloss finally starting to get to him.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:49 am
Focht gets to his feet and sighs, dusting himself off and sheaths his Grand Klaive.
"There is no fun in being invincible. I am still wondering about your bones though..... You should need a cast for your leg and a new spine by now."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:52 am
"Heh...
A gift from my father..."
*He slowly rises back to his feet, struggling with his wounded leg.*
"Well?
Gonna finish me off?"
*He smiles again, then laughs a few times, sounding more like coughs.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 12:57 am
Focht smiles and walks closer to Hart stopping about 7 feet away, just outsid of the reach of the weapon.
"Are you really that ready to die Hart?"
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