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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 10:58 pm
Lanik twisted a roll, wrapping his legs around that of the Lycan's and sliding his sword out of the grip of the beast. He scurried upwards, still attatched to the Lycan, held his sword point-blank to neck and pulled his smg out pointed point-blank to the Lycan's head.
"It is my job because it must be to revenge my family. I'm not your friends, I'm not a regular Deathdealer. I'm Lanik Tors, remember the name, for I swear I will be the last person you meet. My job is to take out as many of your kind as possible to reclaim the blood of my family spilled. If it takes a million, so be it. I don't enjoy what I do, except for honor purposes, and I don't look forward to hunting someone down every night. But I see your kind with every waking moment, when i blink, when I look at a human, when I look in the mirror a Lycanthrope is always there staring back at me. And I will end them all, or as many I can lay my sword on."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:07 pm
:: Finn put on a nervus face in a half-act half-truth and shuffled her leggs free as if she where scared that he might kill her. once her legs where free she put on a face of hate, as if she wanted to die with honner, this act would even fool a hollywood actor::
"well, I intend to Die with honner"
:: she said grabbing onto the blunted side of his sward his sward as if she where going to cut her own head off, then kicked upward with her legs into his stomach, the inhanced strengh would send him flying if he was smart enough to let go of his own blade, if not he woudl go flying streight into the concreet roofing with a flip; probably breaking several bones in the process then she stood up::
"and that means that I just can't die at your god-forsaken hands"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:12 pm
Lanik let go of his blade and went flying, he turned mid-air and shot a whole clip out at the Lycan. Still air-borne as he reloaded his gun. He fell into the alleyway from which he had came. Seconds later he jumped back upwards off of a neighboring building and landed again. He was silent, said nothing but held out his free hand openly, waiting the return of his sword. Breathing once to intake the air lost from being hit so ahrd in the stomach he stood there, still waiting.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:18 pm
:: the bullets ether landed harmlessly on the ground as the aim was thrown dreadfuly off by his moving in mid air, wile she waited for himto get back up she leened hevely on the man's sward hilt, she could feal the silver through her padded gloves trying to burn her.::
"you know... this would make an excelent trolphy... but I do think that you intend to reclaim it and I don't want you claiming anymore lives with such an outdated wepon"
:: and as she said this she put more and more weight on the sward untill the folded steal gave way and broke into several peices, then disgaurded the hilt in the rubble of the burnt save-on::
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:24 pm
((one problem with your post, it's not steel, its pure silver, hilt include. you leaning on it would burn your arm, since only your palms are covered.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:29 pm
((I ment 'lean' like you lean on a table with the palm of your hand, but since there is only enough space for Finn's palm the only thing that actualy touched the sward hilt was the thick leather of the glove, I ment it this way so that more of Finn's weight would be focused on the blade so she wouldnt use as much energy in trying to break it. ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:35 pm
"I'll just get another one made once I return to the Coven. The next will be reinforced with 2 more layers. It will be heavier unfortunatly, so not as fast, but you won't be able to break the next, that I assure you. I'll make it myself."
Lanik fired a few shots at the Lycan, now he had the obvious advantage of distance, so it would be harder for the Lycan to get any moves off whatsoever.
"Surely you can transform beast. Show me the power your kind truly possess. It is admirable what can be aspire once in your bestial state, but thats is simply what you would be, a beast. Or do you prefer to remain as close to human as possible? Do you shun the disease you carry which is Lycanthropy? Are you ashamed of being a mere dog? Do you wear a leash? If not than later perhaps I shall put one on your neck and use you to my whim. What an interesting pet for a Deathdealer."
Lanik fired several more shots, his aim would almost be dead-on this time.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:42 pm
(( your aim can get no better or worse if you are stationary))
:: Finn began to run, once she heard the shots go off, she jumped from rooftop to rooftop, keeping her distance if not increseing it and tus makeing it harder for him to hit the further target, as she listend to his words she knew that she would never honner him with the spectical of a true monster. he thaught his fate was a curse? he thaught himself a monster? he did not know what a monster truely was... what an arrogant fool.
she got on all fours as she leeped and ran across rooftops silently for extra grip, untill he ran out of amunition then she stood::
"you..."
:: she said really dramaticly and full of fire::
"are rude"
:: this time she said it more like a seven year old would say to a five year old that would not leave him alone::
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:53 pm
((I was talking about my aim in comparison to what it was when airborne.))
Lanik reloaded and disregarded her words as that of an infant.
"And breaking my beloved sword was straight up friendly? Treat others as thou wish to be treated. I attacked, therefore I wish to be attacked back. You disgraced me by breaking my weapon, therefore in my eyes you wished to be disgraced as well. Is it so wrong to be incorrect in a casual assumption? I should think not as assumptions are more often wrong than not."
Lanik fired a last burst at the Lycan, almost toying with the fleeing girl.
"Shall we continue this later or shall we persist this game of 'Who can beat who in skill and who can outwit who in intelligence'? I said I would not kill you today so it matters not to me which. Honestly, I admire you for facing me, and even showing your skill by disposing of my sword so easily, so I would hate for either of our courses to be astrewm across these buildings tonight. You faced me, bravely, without allies. Though you know I am weak, and no match for you, but still treat me as enemy, not harmless infant. For this I admire you. Truthfully. I wish to ascertain some allies for myself incase there is another group bout against me. Though I feel this will be impossible for a short time. So it may be a long time before we meet again if you wish. Than we'll be more evenly matched. Or we may continue here and one of us face death while the other is injured or scarred. Like I said, the choice is yours Hound of Night."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 12:03 am
"hound of the night? personaly I would prefer you to call me 'Finn'"
:: she said wile leaping across the rooftops in circled around him::
"lets see... I have no intention of killing you... have yet to really try that hard to cause you damage...I really dont see why you hate me so much... and if you had not accosted me then I would not understand why we could not be friends"
:: then she stoped once more when the SMG ran out of ammo, he had clipped her feet meny times and they whre now red with blood. leaveing a bloody trail, but because of the lack of silver(( no silver specified)) it did not burn. She was thankful to the high endurence for pain typical of lycans::
"but... as everything currently stands.... I have the right to say this to you...'learn to be lonely'"
:: Finn said this proudly quoting Phantom of the Opera, then she left, her feet needed wraping no matter how much they didnt hirt and she did not really want to kill him unless absolutely nessasary and she did not see it as absolutely nessasary::
(( its past midnight here.... goodnight))
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 3:29 pm
((i didnt feel silver specification was needed, its in my bio))
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:24 pm
Lanik put up his smg and proceeded back to the Coven to get a new sword.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 5:19 pm
walking out into the streets, she looks out at the lighted city streets, the lights reflecting off her eyes and silver hair as she makes her way through the city, the large amounts of fabric of her trench coat almost seems to flow behind her like liquid," Lets see where I can go and sit..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:22 pm
stopping she ends upwalking down to central park," Maybe I can find a nice bench..." smiling softly she stuffs her hands into the deep pockets of her trench coat, fading away into the shadows as she makes her way to the sparsely lit area of central park, sections of her silvery hair falling down over her pale features, hiding them compleatly from view
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