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 Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:30 pm
John pulled himself out of the crater, shaking the dirt from his hair to look up at Sutiiven. "Wise choise, Sutiiven." He said with a grin, stepping out of the ground with his arm extended, his hand open to shake Sutii's.
"My name is John...if you wish, look me up. You seem like a good man." He said, his grin growing wider.
Shaking the hand would make the two vanish from the Void, their bodies returning to the reality they came from...but with memories intact.
((Excellent fight. Thanks a lot.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:35 pm
Not questioning how the man learnt his name, he smiled and extended his hand to meet the mans.
"Nice to meet you John. I'll have to look you up some time. Who knows, maybe I'll see you in a tournament or something."
He clasped the mans hands and the strange powers of the Ethereal Void took over, returning him and his friend to Reality.
((Hey, no problem. Thanks for putting up with me. I'll have to look you up some other time and give you a proper fight from beginning to end. wink ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 9:35 pm
SMAK
Yeah, the suplex worked, all right. Just not in the way that the soldier had expected. Kicking the left leg out before the whole thing had started was actually not a bad plan. Sure, he was hefted up into the air, but the attack to one of the legs had indeed compromised the position's integrity. Instead of landing on the back of his heck, Hugin landed on the side of his face, and subsequently his jaw.
It hurt. A lot.
He didn't much care. The target came first. And right now, the target was on his back. The situation had to be remedied. Hugin simply gritted his teeth through the pain. As soon as he the ground, the Raven rolled to his right, completing a half-turn in an attempt to trap #387 between himself and the floor before ramming his head backwards sharply and with a sudden movement.
Considering that it would be a rather sudden move (and hopefully one that would catch him off guard), the most likely result would be impact with the man's forehead or nose, and that in turn would ram the back of the soldier's head into the concrete.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 5:22 pm
It was worth mentioning again that in the position they had gotten into, there was a large margin of difference between Hugin's head and the soldier's... they weren't even close, really. Of course, for this to still be the case even after the fact, there was one necessary prerequisite: The soldier did not release his opponent. This was a controlling position. It may have not been the best control position, but it was definitely an effective one. Positioned as he was, Hugin would have no way to reach his upper body with his arms, and at worst he'd be able to roll over onto the soldier. Both legs locked around Hugin's right to keep him from flailing; and then the grip around the torso tightened. #387 may not have had full use of his right hand, but his arms worked perfectly fine, as did his left hand. Using all three of these he held Hugin tightly and compressed to the limit of his strength. Unless this one, too, was as durable as a ******** Juggernaut, the soldier should have been able to pop a rib or two after a little while of applying pressure.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:57 pm
((Hoo, boy. How long has it been since we started this?
Seeing as I can no longer continue due to it being so very long in between posts (mostly due to my real life doings), I'm giving this fight to you. Besides, I'm in a losing position. My character does need a lot of work.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 7:07 pm
(( And then we both leave the void... ))
With a summarily induced crack, ribs snapped and due to a particularly sharp splinter that fragmented off (bad Hugin, hasn't been drinking his milk) a lung was pierced. Blood quickly filled it, the ability to draw in breath soon faded, and in a few moments more there was one living man and one dead man standing in the void.
And that was what the void was all about. Two men enter, one man survives. It's like a galactic Thunderdome.
Only in this Thunderdome, both men leave.
And, at long last, they both did.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:22 pm
Damrius set his foot out of the doorstep, but only to realize that he was no longer there...
Stepping out onto a plateu, barren, packed with stone and hard dirt, he tasted evil in the air. the sky was Dark, and he coudl feel a storm approaching.
How the hell do I keep ending up in places like this?
Damrius shook his head, and ripped off his necklace. Upon it was a gem, appearing to be a diamond. It was about 3 inches in legnth, and a hexagonal prism with pointed ends.
Rolling it between his fingers, he pulled in a charge, and waited for his opponent to show up.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:35 pm
((Death Note OST - Kyrie))
What sorcery is this?
Not a moment ago he was walking away from the scene of a crime, having recently drained a younger woman. Pity. She couldn't have been a day over 14. Silver didn't even have time to wipe the blood off his mouth when he was whisked away to this... place. A void in time and space.
She moved too much, so he had gotten a little dirtly. Sloppy planning on his part.
Drawing his weapon, he spotted his opponent, which had flashed into existence before his very eyes. Did they enter at the same time, or was this warrior a split second late? It didn't matter. Without hesitation, he charged forward to meet his foe. It was go time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:46 pm
Damrius saw the flash of purple, and then his opponent charging him. Damrius thought he recognized him, but the hair was shorter than his old friends, and the spear was different.
Pulling in another charge, his hand came up, but that diamond had changed. It was now in the shape of a spear. The same size as one, actually. These were the powers his race was blessed with.
He dodged to his left, and thrust his spear towards his opponent, the tip gleaming.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:59 pm
The man charged in all right, but he made no thrust towards his opponent. He circled around to the left as his opponent moved to the right of him and stuck out.
Eye lock. There could be no mistake of identity.
Silver Moonblade lashed out quickly, aiming to put the curved side-blade of the weapon into Dame's left side. The weapon itself was razor sharp; it would have no problem penetrating into it's target's flesh if it was undefended.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:03 pm
As Damrius was in mid dodge, he pulled in a charge. The eye lock sealed it all for him.
Silver.
Damrius caught Silver's spear between the hooked blade and the straight blade. He pushed back, and then jumped back, the spear changing into a long sword, resembling a straight blade katana.
Moonblade. What the ******** happened to you?
He spoke fast and hurridley, so as to hope and get an answer before another attack.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:20 pm
Moonblade. What the-
He would be answered with a quick jet of acidic, emerald flames to the face from his left hand. He wasn't here to answer questions; he was here to fight. He didn't even want to be wherever here was.
For a brief moment Moonblade would be defensive. See what his opponent would do. If he could defeat Damrius here, he could defeat him in the real world. Not that he had any doubt his ability, anyways.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:24 pm
Damrius ducked the flames, but even as they were shot out, he pulled in a charge. But, the duck proved more useful than he thought. Silver shouldn't have been trying to kill him... Unless something was seriously wrong.
But, his sword would strike out towards silver's hip, in an attempt to at the least maim him slightly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:34 pm
Even as the blade sunk in with a sickening thunk, Silver didn't flinch. As the blood began to ooze onto the blade it was converted into superheated energy. Coursing through the weapon with a jolt, it would wreak havok on Damrius, damaging him from the inside out chaotically. For once his former ally would be on the recieving end of his Blood Lighting.
Could it be avoided? Possible, but very unlikely.
In a simultaneous motion, Silver would move to jab the curved part of his weapon into Dame's head. Even if he moved or stood, there was a high chance of piercing into the side of his torso.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:47 pm
Damrius pulled in another charge as the sword struck the flesh, and then let it go.
His energy shot through his right arm, in a superheated fashion, but it was black, His signature lightning. But, Silver would know the power of this attack, for he had witnessed it on several accounts.
The attack surged foreward, meeting Silver's blood Lightning.
The explosion was massive. It would strike with enough force to send both fighters back a bit from eachother, as well as doing some pretty nasty damage. But, the superheated lightning would play no effect. That was meant to be sent into Silver's body and do more damage than a regular shock would, but upon the explosion, it would be cancelled out. The downside of the black lightning, explosions destroy super heat.
Damrius hit the ground rolling, but was up before the second one was completed, his regular sword drawn, and glowing against the dark night.
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