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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 6:34 pm
Vahn Kyonuske Shields and undead alike were passed along, as Vahn went speeding in. Any semblance of a road was lost as he tracked along sidewalk and pathway without discretion. The sparks from his Fang's tip continued arcing, until it seemed as if the whole blade itself would ignite into crimson flames. Time seemed to slow down slightly, as the Knight stepped into view. Yellowed eyes widened, as memories of Strata flashed back in. With it, the sharp sensation of pain in his abdomen reacted. His body remembered. He could feel the hand on his shoulder tighten; the only responce he gave was in increasing the throttle, pushing the machine past its limit. The tires were roaring, threatening to careen off course and out of control. Leaning in a bit more, he cut his blade to the side, so the flat edge would be hovering horizontally over the ground. The Knight swung, and at the speeds he was riding in on, avoidance was seriously at a low percentage. But it was not impossible. Knowing Sunstrike would take cue, Vahn leaned in violently, making the bike slide alongside the ground, tires screeching. The blade shot forward, barely missing Vahn by milimeters, the side of his harley receiving an ugly scratch across its surface. The bike would come sweeping the Knight's feet out from under him, considering the speed of impact, while---- His feet left the back of the bumper and he shot upwards, wings once again snapping open. The staff of condensed flame shot to life in his hand, ignighting the very air as he plunged back downwards, and straight into the knight. His weapon screaming in to slam across the undead face, setting any dry bits alight in it's passing. Unhindered he'd actually spring from the shoulders of the hopfully alight creature, landing on the ground in a skid, bloodying up his knuckles.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 6:48 pm
Joseph Brown ((Are the golems fair game for NPC slaughter too? I kept this one alive just incase you had something planned. XD)) ((Yep.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 6:54 pm
Evan cut the engines of his Ninja ZX-14 and sighed as he walked towards a gaping hole in the ground. He turned to look toward those who were standing around and shouted, "Hey! There's an overgrown mass of undead rot rolling through the Underground. I'm gonna go take it out, but I need some help. Anyone interested?"
Just then, his own security team ran in, cursing silently at the massive property damage. Evan turned towards them and nodded, then began adressing everyone again.
"These guys won't be enough, I think... so who's up for a**-kicking?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 6:57 pm
Tsk, that should've worked.
If there was enough time for Vahn to narrowly miss the sword throw, then there was certainly enough time for the Knight to effectively dodge, and throw in an attack. His eyes would've caught Sunstrike leaping upwards, and in turn he would almost follow suit, throwing his legs into the air as the bike came sliding after his shins.
He'd hold his blade downwards, edge facing the motorcycle as he threw himself up. Before he reached the apex of the flip he'd twist his body about, it'd look like he was holding his blade straight downwards, torso facing the bike, toes pointed forwards. Basic front flip with an one hundred and eighty degree turn before the apex, so that the tops of his feet would effectively collide with the first part of Sunstrike to reach him, as the sword sliced through the back end of the motorcycle. The Knight would land once again facing the bike as it slid past him, holding the blade out in front, so that the edge might catch the stunned lil' Sunny.
OOC: The whole stunned part relies on the Knight kicking Sun in the head.
I didn't know whether he was diving headfirst or not, but that was my guess.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:05 pm
Hugin the Raven
"These guys won't be enough, I think... so who's up for a**-kicking?"
*Oh this was just too much like old times for her.... The ghost used some of her liberated energy to change her form, appearing out of thin air apparently. At 5'9" icy bleu eyes easily met Evans, long black hair hung loose down her back, falling almost down to her knees. She was dressed in knee high soft gray boots, and a skin tight gray body suit, a whip coiled around her waist like a belt and a sword sheathed along her back, leather wrapped bone hilt sticking up over her right shoulder. Would he recognize her, that was up to him, but the lady gave him a grin that was not quite right in a sane sense...* Ready any time you are....
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:16 pm
Ah, that didn't work.
The bike went grinding by, sparks flying as metal was warped.
Twisting his grip on the Fang, he began digging the blade into the ground itself, forcing himself to a sudden halt. Yellowed eyes stared up towards the airborne knight, his back turned to Vahn.
"--NNGH!"
Tightening the grip of his thighs on the harley, he would put those fabulous leg muscles of his to work. Using the dug in Fang for vaulting support, he physically twisted his entire body around, so he could toss the ruined bike up and towards the knight, releasing his legs.
With the back end and exhaust damaged and leaking fuel, it wouldn't take long for a flame to spark it and explode the entire thing; into the Knight's back no less.
He knew Sunstrike could more than readily handle himself, especially since he would have perfect view of what Vahn was doing, and the Knight wouldn't.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:25 pm
"Hmm... and you are?"
For a bit, he didn't recognize her. And who would call him 'My Lord'... Except for...
"What the hell? Why are you... never mind, let's go."
Once again, just like old times, he said nothing. He just asked her to follow, and she did. That was enough. However, as he hopped down the hole, his mind was ablaze with questions, including...
Why does the Lady feel more... alive, for lack of a better term?
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:30 pm
*The guardian knew she was on borrowed time and so without andother though she noded and drew her blade, her smile never fading* Plan, or are we just going to grind them all to dust? lol
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:34 pm
Joseph watched as the undead began to pour though the chokepoint before the Shield could answer. Heavy Lifter needed help.
"I'm gonna start shooting now." He said as he readied his shotgun, "Then you're gonna start shooting, and THEN you're gonna tell me what's going on. Mmmkay?"
"Ok." Was all the Shield got out before a ghoul shot over the barricade and began to mutilate the poor fellow. Like any kind citizen Joseph proceeded to empty a shell into the ghoul's head, triggering the response often known as death.
"Ok, not dead guy." Joseph cocked the gun as he spoke to the other Shield, "You're gonna start shooting right away, and THEN you're gonna tell me what's going on."
The second guy was much faster at firing his rifle.
"It's the undead." The Shield began with a no s**t sherlock comment, "The breached the North gate, and they're trying to close the gate. We're cut off from reinforcements and..."
Joseph shot another charging ghoul.
"Continue." Cka-chunk.
"Well, people are dying and the magician things are still around. Oh, and they keep stealing corpses. We think they're making more troops out of them." The Shield ran out of bullets at that point, and ducked behind the barricade to reload. Joseph did the same thing for a much different reason.
The CEO kicked the remains of a ghoul off the remains of a Shield, only to place level the shotgun right against the deadman's skull.
"You may not want to watch this." Joseph didn't actually give enough time between finishing his sentence and blowing the deadman's head off to look away. He was an a*****e like that.
"Death is contagious." Joseph shrugged before pumping his shotgun and going right back to the real work at hand.
"Still," He added as a zombie shootn' afterthought, "I think we need a plan."
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Thunk.
At least that's the best sound effect I can muster for when the now headless golem hit the ground. Moving out of its way was about as much effort as the Heavy Lifter had to exert to hit something. Hell, most of the time it just had to do a random swing forward and three or four zombies would go flying.
This combined with the shotgun blasts meant good times, good times.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:39 pm
Evan stopped dead in his tracks.
A plan?
He chuckled as he considered how he had recklessly come here when he should have waited for the dust to settle. Then again, he wasn't one to sit back while everyone else was having fun. He knew how to use a weapon, and he would use it to protect people and property.
"Screw a plan. We're kicking this thing's a**, and that's all there is to it. You seem to be on a bit of borrowed time... if you want enough energy to fuel you forever, then let's get moving."
With that, he jumped straight down. No wires, no ropes... just jumped. A fast rope descent would be too slow for this situation anyways.
Here I come, you ugly ********. I'll send you back to the sludge where you came from. Then I'll send Yarneth to hell for this blatant disregard for life itself, just to keep you company.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:45 pm
*the lady laughed, a spine chilling sound to mortal and undead alike as she leapt after Evan... after all, a ghost had nothing to fear from the walking dead, but whoever had given them the power to walk again had quite a bit to fear from a vengeful spirit...* twisted Oh this will be grand...
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:56 pm
s**t... Is what Sun thought when he saw the feet coming towards his face...
s**t!!! When he saw the bike come too.
His wings, which had been giving him that lift to glide quickly into the Knight, snapped shut, so he fell just short of the being, getting clipped in the jaw by a foot, but missing the bloody great piece of metal that came in.
He hit the dirt and threw himself out of the way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:12 pm
Crystal Moon Dream The ghost used some of her liberated energy to change her form, appearing out of thin air apparently. At 5'9" icy bleu eyes easily met Evans, long black hair hung loose down her back, falling almost down to her knees. She was dressed in knee high soft gray boots, and a skin tight gray body suit, a whip coiled around her waist like a belt and a sword sheathed along her back, leather wrapped bone hilt sticking up over her right shoulder. Would he recognize her, that was up to him, but the lady gave him a grin that was not quite right in a sane sense...* Ready any time you are....The eye kept watch from above, zooming in on the ghost as she revealed herself to Raven. It had also detected absorption of undead energy from corpses, this was certainly an unforseen development. Did she intend to absorb the slug as well?
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:51 pm
Heavy lifter would be the first to have something almost insignificantly small strike the top of it. More would follow, striking the golem, the buildings, and the ground all throughout Latent. It was raining. The zombies and skeletons, unintelligent as they were, would not even notice the rain falling. Nor would they notice the burns they recieved for every drop that touched them. Though as one after another began to fall rapidly, lifeless and unlifeless to the streets, they would notice something. It was raining holy water. - = - The CI Blimp circled over the city, thousands of feet up, just above the cloudcover. It circled in a tight pattern around the clouds specifically over the city and the surrounding area; the Heavy units in the cargo bay dumping ton after ton of salt into the air, which seeded the sea-born clouds below. Father Brinley stood fast at the bow of the ship, before the massive windows at the helm; his rosary clutched in one hand and his other outsretched to the cloud that the airship circled, speaking verses of anathema in a strong, preacher's voice.
'Heaven help you, child...' he thought to himself, reflecting upon all those who must be suffering below while he was up here, condemned to only pray for them.And the blessed clouds would rain holy water down in torrents upon Latent and the surrounding area. Darshendros the Eternal ((Just so everyone's on the same page, my undead can be auto-slaughtered...))
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