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 Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:05 pm
Anya stood alone, within a ring. For a bit more fluff, she seemed to look both not-entirely-there and like she was filled with sugar, spice, and a big, giant grin. Dressed in black robes with a big, pink sash around her narrow waist (tied as a bow in back, trailing down to the ground, and shimmering like it had gold and fire wove through) looking , the blonde, sparkly fey held her black staff with the mace-end pointed up, lit from within by a dull orange-gold light.
She had absolutely no idea of who she would fight, or if she would, but surely someone would want a piece of her. And she'd collect a fried piece of them in return. She was hungry.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:32 pm
Wind witch.
It was a common nickname for the blue-eyed woman who descended upon the fighting pitch from the sky.
Dressed modestly, in an outfit that resembled something between the robes of a priestess and the uniform of a military, Sheryl Wainwright landed on the ground like a a songbird.
Her attention wasn't even on Anya at first, instead, fixated on some reading in her hands.
A moment after she landed however, she snapped the book shut, and her eyes darted to look straight at the faerie girl.
"Well, well" she began in a melodious tone, pulling some wind-swept blonde hairs back from her eyes.
"It looks like I have a fire to put out!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:38 pm
"Oh, I could just eat you up. Mmmh... the thigh will do nicely."
She sounded so polite and pleasant that it was a complete and utter dissonance from her words. It wasn't entirely clear whether or not Anya was trying to flirt or un-nerve her opponent, given that she sorta bounced a little and grinned.
Although nothing seemed to happen, the heat in the general area began to rise - for the sake of flow, we'll say it was mid-seventies, and it would quickly rise to low eighties as Anya's elementalism began to make itself known.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:52 pm
Tis was quite the well-deserved compliment.
From head to toe, Sheryl was ... quite the woman, visible even under the unflattering clothes she wore. But this wasn't the time, or the place to be discussing her athletic body and delicious curves.
"Bring it on, little girl!" was the only reply Anya would get before "Wind", as she was most commonly known as, stowed away her book, pointed an outstretched hand right at Anya, and then flicked it up, snapping her fingers.
Anybody who was aware of their surroundings would notice the winds changing around them. It was a feeling impossible to miss. Less quick-minded people would realize that this, particular gust of wind heralded a danger.
If Anya did not move, a small cyclone would erupt at her feet, with enough force to carry her up a yard into the air and then unceremoniously dump her on her a**.
Used: Wind Sprout
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:03 pm
Anya, being a fey, would obviously enjoy discussing her opponent's curves. The difference between the two situations, however, was basically that both of them were wearing clothes, and Anya wouldn't be using her fire to burn the other woman. Well, in this case, she still wasn't bothering to burn the other woman, yet. You needed to tenderize your meat before you cooked it, and as a general rule you don't make out with your steak before eating it.
The heat would remain the same, not rising from its five-ish degree increase. Obviously, her attention was elsewhere, such as going "Gee, it tastes like magic up in this b***h." Flying woman + magic = wind magic.
She didn't move. Sand swirled around her feet, and after basically performing a quick round-trip around the edges of the cyclone, the fey was catapulted up into the air, eyes closed. But, what went up did not come down: instead, the bow on the back of her robe seemed to narrow slightly, and a pair of cute, pink-and-black wings appeared behind her back. They weren't moving at all, but nonetheless, the fey seemed to be flying with relative ease.
She giggled, and from the mace-end of her staff, a sickly-green fire shot out, roughly the size of a hot-tub jet stream, aimed, naturally, for the ground at the woman's feet in a straight line. After firing the attack, whether or not it would hit, the girl would lazily drift counterclockwise, both hands on her staff, about five feet off the ground.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:29 pm
So she could fly without magic.
This changed things, Sheryl thought as she leapt away from the counter attack of flame. Not just any flame. Green flame.
Common sense would tell most people to dodge and escape from fire. Another dose of common sense would tell them to stay away from things that were that particular shade of green, unless they were eggs and ham.
In a test of her opponent's capabilities, Sheryl once again pointed toward Anya, tracking the faerie girl with her hand. The difference now was that her palm was face-up.
With a similar flick downwards, minus the flashy snap that accompanied the first cyclone summoning, Wind would create another cyclone to ground her opponent, at least for a moment, and help her gauge what kind of resistance the girl could put up against roughly gale force (50 mph) winds.
50 mph was pretty low on the scale that Wind could summon, but it was an excellent appetizer and if necessarily.
Used: Reverse Wind Sprout
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:42 pm
It was time for a new trick. Still circling the woman, Anya twirled her staff in her hands to have the spear end pointed up, then started leaning forward. It was inevitable that the other woman would try to control the skies, and as long as she was flying, she was a target.
Hand motion + magic = spell. Cyclone, wind, velocity...
Her gold hair trailing behind her and shining just like the metal in question, the fey's demeanor shifted entirely - the smile had gone slasher, and the warm glow in her crimson/black/grey eyes swirled into a burning desire to spill some ******** blood.
The spell was released; she shifted hers. The cyclone began to pick up, and Anya flew up and back, doing her best to hold her own before suddenly going with the wind down and forward.
What would be noticeable was that from the small of her back, just below her golden locks, and from her feet, came a river of flames, and that ohshitshe'sflyin- straight for Sheryl's center, spear-end in front of her with her arms back and ready to thrust, hair whipping and eyelids wide the ******** open from the speed.
Oh, and also, if for some stupid reason Sheryl was paying a lot of attention to the scenery instead of the oncoming fey-missile, she'd see strings falling off of the end of the bow, which would burn out and vanish with a puff of smoke.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:41 pm
Norris found himself standing in the ring. It was unknown what the ******** kinda lol magic had put him there but he wasn't going to argue. Obligatory entrance post made, this author would kindly wait for his opponent so they could finish this BS.
Some people had work in the morning dammit.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:45 pm
Some people had your mother in less than an hour, arguably more time-consuming and exhausting.
I digress.
KB entered from the opposite side, spreading his gloved hands and gesturing to the crowd. "Tonight, a Nothing inherits its namesake. Ladies and Gentleman, enjoy."
His introduction complete, his hands sunk down and fell behind his cape. Taking hold of the fabric from the inside, the vampire stared at Norris from behind his shiny glasses. He shifted then, right foot forwards, left back, his waist twisted so that he faced Norris even though his feet ran perpendicular.
The right arm lifted, the left fell back, they morphed into those characteristic, steely black wings. A stance was taken solidly, doom spelled ominously, but silently.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:56 pm
Norris cracked his joints, limbering up for the oncoming battle. He would use no fancy fun tricks just his own power to end this fight. Not knowing what would come from this man, and and the same moment not really giving a ********; Norris lowered his center of gravity shifting his form to face this opponent from the right side. Claws clenched and placed upwards about his torso at the ready, he waited for his opponent to stop hamming it up to the crowed before speaking.
"Some promise, lets see if you can back it up vampfag. Stop jerking it to the crowd, and lets get this s**t over with."
He would wait on the vampire to make the first move, not wanting to expend enough effort into the fight to attack himself in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 10:00 pm
"Tch."
Seeing as Norris planned on lumbering down to the floor all night and showing off his newly manicured nails, KB simply slid his right foot back and lifted his right wing in an upwards slash. The result would be a nearly invisible blade of force, a vertical slash that would rocket towards the Nothing in order to motivate him. It was aimed to impact him dead-center, cutting from c**k to nose.
With a 6ft long wing, this type of cut would be easily achieved.
"Gonna just stand there?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 10:11 pm
Fast!
Powerful!
Also, relatively foolhardy in Wind's eyes, to be traveling that fast. It was hard to maneuver, and everything was just so telegraphed.
As the faerie girl closed, Wind took a twisting step forward, spinning in place, and jumped up. Using her prodigious control over the air-currents to subtly fine-tune her movements in the air, Wind kicked twice in a blur of blue, the first being a crescent kick with her right leg as she spun clockwise. The follow-up came immediately in the form of her left knee, straight up into the oncoming mass.
The plan was that the crescent kick would divert the spear while the knee would knock the faerie girl into the air. Of course, even the best laid plans could go awry in a fight.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 10:12 pm
Norris kindly took a step to the side avoiding the strike as he heard it approach.
"I don't even know why the ******** I'm here, and I'm already unimpressed. ******** this talk."
With a grunt and a roll of his shoulders, the nothing alpha was off. His initial assault was pretty unimpressive, lunging at his opponent to bridge the gap between them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 10:17 pm
In the time the Nothing had taken to cross the gap, the vampire had lowered his wing. When the bestial creature made its assault, the leech smiled. Lunging in, Norris would find the left dark wing flashing from the side of his vision into immediate view. The edge of the wing was aimed to smash into the Nothing's side, simultaneously cutting into him and sending him sprawling to the vampire's right, as the vampire torqued to the right in order to lend his left limb more pulling power.
Again, the 6ft length of the wind would enable the vampire to intercept the Nothing and send him out of the way well before a conventional attack or counter could be mounted. ( Since Norris' limbs would be too short to punch or kick the body of the vampire )
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 10:34 pm
When KB's lifted his arm it was safe to assume what was coming next. After seeing the vampire's previous attack; as KB swiped his arm down to cross over his left. Norris went right, it was a simple matter of pushing off with the right foot and feigning to the side to avoid the strike.
Like most of his brothers, Norris was gifted with a tail. This was nimble and faster at striking than he. His was more stylistically dragonic, giving it a razor edge on upon the spine. This appendage would lash out toward KB's feet going underneath his strike. Norris was roughly 7' 6 in height so more than likely such a attack would be positioned at his torso rather than his legs, leaving a gap. If he succeeded his tail would sweep the feet out from under the vampire making him lose his footing completely.
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