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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:22 am
Helmsborough closed his eyes and grunted. A tangible field emerged from him, slowing Siber and Joe until they were completely stopped. He opened his eyes and roared and Siber and Joe were flung backwards.
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A trickle of blood came from the cut Steven managed to inflict. The dragon's head snapped onto him as it came around and it crushed him against the roof of its mouth with its tongue, dropped him as a saliva-coated pile of bones. It whipped its tail around and caught another skeleton with it, throwing it into the wreckage of the house.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:23 pm
The needles that had bounced off the dragon's hide quickly changed direction and came hurtling back towards Helmsborough, avoiding Joe and Siber as they passed them in a fury. Siber stabbed the blunt end into the ground, slowing his momentum and carving a long furrow in the earth. He began chanting again, having to replenish his supply of energy for Centauri's summon. He then positioned himself between Sam and Helmsborough.
Siber, no matter how much energy you give me, there's a limit to my endurance. You'll have to get creative to keep this up for too much longer.
That's what I'm good at.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 1:04 pm
Joe flipped backwards, landing at an angle slightly steeper than he had anticipated. His feet skidded along first, joined a moment later by his hands. He grunted in pain.
"Damn it," he said as he stood, dusting off the Fists. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?" He began to edge towards Siber.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:52 pm
"We keep Sam alive. He can read that book. The book contains a spell the DreamShell is willing to use to help us out." He remained vague on the subject so as not to make Helmsborough desperate. He planted his feet on the ground, finally, adjusting himself to the sudden effect of gravity again and setting himself with his staff. This fight would be long and painful. He knew that it was impossible for him to defeat Helmsborough through strength alone, but he could continue to delay him. He put his back six feet from Samuel and dug his feet in. Not that he ever wanted to have his back to Gurul, but this was his only hope at this point. His plan to get the avatar away from his connection hadn't worked because Helmsborough seemed intent on keeping them all in this one, tiny area. It did, however, appear to be a definite that as soon as the connection was weakened, Siber would be the subject of John's hatred, which would be vastly entertaining.
((A little bit of realism...))
A man walking his standard poodle just stopped in the road and watched, his jaw agape.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:58 pm
Joe saw the poodle guy and waved a hand casually, shooing him away. "Practicing for a play, nothing to see!" He stepped next to Siber with an uneasy glance over his shoulder.
"Siber, I don't know what your plan is, but this is probably the least desirable situation for me. Caught between Gurul, who just got a new Sage book," Joe didn't seem to notice that he referred to him as Gurul, and not Sam. "and Helmsborough, both of whom are bent on killing me. Yeah." He glanced sidelong at Siber. "You better have a damn good plan."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:37 am
The only opposition left for the dragon was Fyrin and Paul. And Fyrin's hand had just found the thing's throat. It almost dove in, slashing all five fingers across where Fyrin judged the jugular must be, or its equivalent. Surely it would bleed itself out under these circumstances.
Paul grimaced. No good; they hadn't been able to hold Helmsborough down, which defeated his darned good idea. He did look distracted though. Paul decided in the end not to fire any more ammunition; it wasn't getting through and it would be a waste. He shifted slighty, moving in behind a nearby bush just to ensure that he was at least partially concealed.
Paul:
Condition: Yellow (Bleeding: Mild)
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/22/0/0/0 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 71%
Shield: Yellow
Steven Johnson (One): (Incapacitated)
Mana: 31%
SCAR CQC: <14>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 4 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 5 Incendiary: 3
George England(Two): (Incapacitated)
Mana: 25%
G36C: <18>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 5 Flashbangs: 4 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 2
Vladimir(Three): (Incapacitated)
Mana: 19%
AK74U: <11>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 2 Flashbangs: 5 Smoke Grenades: 4 Incendiary: 4
James Lowry(Four): (Incapacitated)
Mana: 23%
P90: <50>/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 3 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 3
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:50 pm
Dragons, as it turned out, had also gone through their own evolution, and in a species where the competition instinctively goes for the throat, evolution favors thick skin there.
In other words, there was so dense a layer of skin and scales that the hand could only slash part of the way through. The dragon picked it off with a claw and swallowed it. Fyrin felt his control severed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:31 pm
Oh, junk. He'd have to go in for that later.
Wait! More mouth ideas. With a quick hop and sprint, Fyrin came up suddenly behind Paul, grabbing the Athena rifle from his hands. "My apologies, but if he were to be involved he would be killed," Fyrin explained to the rifle before arriving at the dragon. The thing still had to have a brain. How thickly could the inside of its mouth be layered against the cobalt that had hurt it so badly? And perhaps if he got closer, he'd regain control - just maybe. Either way, he set the rifle to fully automatic - he could handle it. Now all he needed was a good opportunity - even just to be swallowed would be sufficient, and the time it would take to be crushed in the dragon's mouth would be long enough to fill its skull with ammunition from the inside.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:54 pm
The dragon looked warily at the gun and began to approach Fyrin very slowly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:49 pm
Imperfect planning though it may have been on Fyrin's part, he knew just how to get the thing to breath fire, just the right incentive. He had tried it once before; surely the dragon would mimick itself. Breathing fire, while it might not sound good, was actually excellent. Even in its fastest feasible movement, Fyrin could, if he continued aiming constantly, get off at least a few shots before the thing could completely scorch him, or if he dodged, could close its mouth.
He had digressed, however; the ice needles formed in his hand and he threw it at the dragon's eye. If this didn't work, something else would - some sort of maneuver that would force the dragon out of range.
Paul, meanwhile, not too happy about the circumstances, still remained crouched behind his bush, now with his pistol drawn. He felt somewhat vulnerable; Siber had Centauri, Joe had both a Djinn (well, had had a Djinn) and the Titan's Fists, and Samuel had Siber. Paul, meanwhile, had a bush. How comforting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:38 pm
As Fyrin threw the needles, the dragon dodged sideways and snapped out a fireball at him mid-dash, closing its mouth as it saw Fyrin aiming for the shot. It followed its fireball closely from a bit to the side.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:07 pm
Fyrin steadied himself, threw himself out of the way of the fireballs, then twisted and charged the dragon head-on, aiming straight for the head, throwing more ice straight for the dragon's eyes. Hopefully this would force the gosh-darned dragon to try to bite him, for if it didn't, Fyrin would pass over top of him and land on the far side. The tail might still be an issue, but nothing Fyrin couldn't take care of.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:18 pm
The dragon dodged sideways again, taking a grab at Fyrin as it circled around.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:28 pm
((Venom, I'm sitting here wanting to go dragon-slaying and later lounge around in a loin-cloth with a new dragon-fang blade while tribeswomen fawn over me and feed me grapes, but my character is trying to decide what to do about the spiky things flying at Helmsborough. He is in a quandary such as one might never disentangle without some form of outside help. PLEASE, can one so great as you offer him some kind of succor? *dries tears* *discreetly puts away onion* I am simply overcome by his plight.))
((Would have put that in a PM if I didn't have a philosophy paper due tomorrow. I offer my most sincere apologies to those of you who had to read it.))
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