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 Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 11:15 pm
Damrius backed up a little, and shook his head. He started to laugh a little bit, and then pulled his cloak off, and tossed it to the edge of the crowd. As the man had said, he hid the energy he was drawing in, but that never stopped him. Soon enough they would all be near death, or blinded temporarily.
He reached to his side, and drew his sword. He was no killer, not unless he was provoked in such a manner he had to. His sword had one edge, and the other is the one he always used.
The Vengeful has been waiting to drink for a fair amount of time. So, what are you waiting for?
He positioned himself for an attack that made him seem open to multiple forms of attacks, but infact closed off all possibilities.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 11:25 pm
The black man smirked.
The large man acted first and charged foreward, swinging his large club to smash Dame on the right side of the head.
The skinny man with the daggers moved off to the side, going to flank him. He moved quickly, aiming to get behind Dame.
The tanned man hopped off the stage, amd moved to the opposite side of Dame as the skinny guy. he cracked his knuckles as he moved, his legs bent and ready to move at a moment's notice...
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 11:33 pm
Damrius ducked under the swing of the club. Big and slow, or so it seemed that way.
He rushed forward, swinging his sword towards the big guys left side, just next to the heart. If the shattering of the ribs didn't slow him down, then maybe he could get enough force in there to cause a few broken bones to puncture the heart, no matter how low the chances.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 11:54 pm
Brick grinned and moved his club to intercept Dame's blow. He wasn't as fast as the smaller opponent, but he was quick enough to get his club to absorb some of Dame's hit to his ribs. He'd be severely bruised, but his bones were intact. That, and his club had a nice dent in it from the force. Dame's momentum would have been thrown off by the hit, and he would have stalled.
This was exactly what Sol was looking for. An opening. As Dame's sword hit Brick's side, Sol dashed forward even as the blade continued to move towards it's target. He then pulled back his thick fist and unleashed a powerful punch directly towards Dame's right shoulder where the bone met the socket. His outstretching punching arm would rotate in a counter-clockwise fashion, the spikes digging into Dame's flesh and cutting it in a circular pattern. Hopefully he wasn't right handed...
The kid with the knives had put one away, and pulled out the large steel net that he'd used the trap Madison, and was now spinning it over his head and moving towards Dame, slowly, but surely...
The black guy stood atop the stage, simply watching the happenings for now...
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:05 am
Well, well. Quite the interesting scene we have here. A pretty little rainbow of people all involved in a sprawling mess. How terribly unexstatic.
Ferrex shifted his feet restlessly watching the fight, seeming very displeased with the overall level of interest. So, he called out brutishly:
COME ON, DAMRIUS! SHOW ME SOME SPUNK! I WANT TO SEE PAIN ON THEIR FACES DAMMIT!! WOOT! GO DAMRUIS!! YOU DA MAN, MAN! YOU DA MAN! xd
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:06 am
Damrius let out a cry of pain, feeling the flesh tear in his shoulder, and then spinning. He had been forced back into it, making everything hurt even more. He could now feel the blood pouring down his back, and his arm going limp. His sword hit the ground, but didn't stay there for long.
he pulled himself away from Sol, and spun around, grabbing the sword with his left hand, and at the same time sheating it to his side. He drew in energy, the pain eating at his mind. He was working on blocking it out, but it was failing.
This is when he figured he would have to do what he was waiting for.
He held out his left hand, and summoned up all the energy he had been saving up. 4 charges, not much, but enough. He summoned upon a massive lightning bolt, big enough to be a distraction, but not big enough to be much of a threat to his energy, and then summoned upon four more to strike at the black mand, the big guy, the skinny guy, and the man with his blood on his hands.
He moved onto the stage, and ran to tackle the big black guy. If they were anything like the ants they seemed to be, taking out the leader would shut them up for a few. the feeling in his arm was returning.. and not at all to pleasently.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:18 am
Damrius Damrius let out a cry of pain, feeling the flesh tear in his shoulder, and then spinning. He had been forced back into it, making everything hurt even more. He could now feel the blood pouring down his back, and his arm going limp. His sword hit the ground, but didn't stay there for long. he pulled himself away from Sol, and spun around, grabbing the sword with his left hand, and at the same time sheating it to his side. He drew in energy, the pain eating at his mind. He was working on blocking it out, but it was failing. It seemed Dame had forgotten about Zeke, the goth with the net... As Dame rolled back and got up, Zeke dashed in, and tossed the net onto his recovering form. The net was made of metal fibers, and was weighted down by weights at the end. It was enough to hold Madison in place, and would serve well to hold a man with only one usable arm down... As the net flew through the air, Brick cracked his neck, and charged towards Dame's body, heaving his club about to smash Dame in the torso. Sol had recovered from his punch and had moved to be at the front of Dame, between him and the stage as the other two closed in...
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:18 am
Lightning striking inside was a bit of a danger, with the potential of catching things on fire, and some in the crowd were backing up. However, not everyone was worried, or they weren't worried enough to move away. The pulse continued, the feeling of fight flowing through the area.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:21 am
Ferrex saw bad things coming, and acted. He jumped up and began shoving people away from him.
Damned spectators, get out of my way!!
He charged forward at top speed, and began to spin his weapon in front of him. Energy began to flow through it, and as the sparks started to hop up and down it, he readied to help out Zappy's spine, which was currently in danger.
Alright, whitie! Time to kick things up a notch!
He aimed his Ranseur straight at Brick's legs, and fired off 5 balls of metal, aiming for the backs of his knees.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:24 am
Well, things seemed to get out of hand relatively quickly. A fight on the stage ensueing while the auctioneer was the only one left trying to keep the slaves in place while the bouncers and lackeys fought against the disturbance.
He began to shove through the crowd and head towards the stage where the melee was going, maybe he'd stop the violence before someone was killed, or maybe not, as he didnt seem to be in such a big hurry.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:31 am
Brick tried to turn, but was too late. The five metal balls hit his legs and he stumbled, slamming into Sol, which sent them both tumbling to the ground in a heap. Zeke's net was still on target, but would it hit?
All the while, the black man, Zane, watched.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:36 am
So this is how brawling's different from an arena, she thought dryly, hunched in a pose between standing defensively and just curling up into a ball. She felt the careless shoves as people were getting riled up, and others wanting to get into the circle for whatever reason, and her endearing chunk of circuits blinked its light weakly, sparking as various circuits fried, lighting upon her arms with a sting. It was certainly a new feeling, to carry a possible bomb while the immediate world was rumbling with bodies.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:37 am
The netflew at Dame, just as he had gained is ground. He juped to the side, and grabbed one of the weights as he did so. He was pulled to the ground, but landed on one foot and knee. He would need new pants after this..
He stood up straight, and started to spin the net in a tangled mess to his left. It was heavy for him, but not enough to stop him from doing so. He then tossed the net with all his strength at Zeke, and charged in right behind it, fusing his energy with his hand.
Now, if he were to touch zeke, it would be like a lightning bolt striking him, only it would be repetative.
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