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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 9:10 pm
Not of a strength to be taken lightly, the strike of Shinorei slams into Jagan's defense without stopping, only slowing as it continues on for his leg. Fortunately for the Kodiak, the force of the sword is greatly diminished after going through that block, leaving only enough strength to shift the big man to the side and perhaps break something in either his defending wrist or targeted knee.
With his attack having left Jagan out of range for any uppercut to be effective, Taliman follows quickly by withdrawing his weapon and bringing the blade behind him as he circles it around his back. Catching the handle with his left hand again, the Emperor brings Shinorei now to his left shoulder with the tip pointed behind him. Hoping to act upon whatever disorientation he may have caused by that last swing, Tali moves deftly in, raising his altitude so as to bring himself eye-to-eye with his adversary.
The demon overlord moves in much closer before jabbing the base of his hilt at Jagan's chest, more specifically his collarbone. Though quick, the double-handed attack packs behind it the weight of the entire sword and would go and extra foot past the target were it not for the bear's torso.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:37 am
What the hell? This made so sense in the least bit. Not only was Taliman holding Jagan off, but he was actually pushing him up against the wall. That damn sword seemed increased his power and skill from bogey to eagle and it was honestly starting to piss him off. No one was as quick as he was, and few stronger. He could not speak much about the former, but with the skill and power the emperor wielded definitely gave him the advantage in power.
The blow to the collarbone was a rough one. Only his build kept the bone from breaking, but that didn't stop it from hurting like all hell. Were it a boulder or something, no big deal, but the hilt of a sword...
He took two steps back with a grimace on his face, his eyes so fierce Tali would have burned alive were he a normal human. Of course the malice in his gaze had negative side effects, in this case a depreciation in logic. His left arm rose from guard to strike, palm closed into a fist as it shot forth at Tali, clearly about to miss due to distance alone, another kiai fired from his limb as his right foot moved in sync with his punch, placing him back in a fighting stance, this time assuming a more traditional basic karate pose.
"You must be pretty proud of yourself, but I'm not done just yet."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 4:23 pm
Taliman's hands move swiftly and elegantly, bringing the Shinorei's posture to that of a vertical shield before the demon's body with the flat outer side taking the brunt of the heavy physical slam. The sword of death absorbs much of the impact, it's great size allowing Tali to hide mostly behind it save for his legs. Again pieces of his clothing are torn away, leaving holes and tears in his attire that resemble bullet holes. Though he again tenses under the force of the onslaught, pushed back through the air some four feet, Wesley quickly recovers and lowers his sword to his right with one hand.
Combing lightly through his bangs with his left hand, he turns the same side to the Kodiak with that cocky grin on his face.
"Postpone your fate as long as you wish."
Leaving his scarlet locks, the overlord's fingers splay out as he extends his arm and aims his palm at Jagan. His eye takes on an immediate violet glow as he fires a kiai at the big man with a hissing snarl. More particularly, a storm of kiai fired one behind the other. Just over a dozen powerful walls of force blast toward Jagan at once, only a few yards separating the two fighters.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 5:24 pm
His taunts enraged him. His casual demeanor made him furious. Everything about him was...pissing Jagan off. Did the tall brute actually expect his kiai to meet its mark? No. Nonetheless, he wanted it to and it did nothing more than add a few more tatters to Jagan's rather normal clothing. It was difficult finding any reason to be excited about that. A low gutteral growl rumbled in his throat as his teeth flashed.
One. Two. Three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten. Each kiai was just another balance test. With his posture, he didn't stumble back, which meant only that each wall collided full force with no buffer. Jagan had faced worst but he was feeling winded all in all as he took one large, deep breath.
Another huge burst of power, and he was off again, making a beeline for Taliman, arms raised. Before he came into punching range, his body elevated as his right knee swept up at ninety degrees to collide with the Orinian's chest. He hoped to connect because what he really wanted was the head, and so long as he was able to move faster, he wouldn't have to worry about a little sword getting in his way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:04 pm
The Emperor finds himself stifling a laugh as he senses the rage welling up within Jagan. This warrior, born and raised in a lab with his supposed brothers and sisters, was clearly not prepared to face his equal, much less his better. The thought alone just fills Tali with delight.
Now Jagan is rushing forward to strike at the fox's chest, his considerable speed advantage rearing it's ugly head. A strike with the sword at this range isn't too practical, though using it as a defense is rarely left out as an option. Rotating his wrist and letting Shinorei swing like a pendulum before his legs, Wesley brings it up horizontally and catches the edge with his left hand. Holding it in this fashion, he's able to effectively block the knee attack, the blow giving his arms a bit of a shudder.
Keeping close to his sword, Taliman pushes forward and up with it against Jagan's knee in an attempt to make his opponent reel the leg in. As he does this, he creates an opening view of Jagan's other leg. Wesley curls his body in and leans to his left, right foot darting out with a stabbing kick to the Kodiak's left kneecap. The more damage he can deal, the faster he'll chip away at the big bear's resolve.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:42 pm
Yenek smiled. The question he had always asked himself was being answered before his very eyes, the small warrior was a genius in combat and that genius was overtaking the bears brute strength "All those years arguing with Nhoj and watching a damn fight answers the question once and for all, brains beat of brawn." he sais. The Devil Lord focused a little more on standing up, he was very close to the battle and the force of their blows was sending shocks through the ground. This made standing a litlle bit difficult so the Devil rose into a the air a few inches to save himself the effort.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:47 pm
Nothing was working. Not punch. No kick. No blast. No beam. No kiai. Nothing. This wasn't supposed to happen. How was it possible? Why was nothing working? Dammit!
His right knee reeled back in, but so did the rest of his body. It was the only thing that saved him from the kick, but he was still angered that he was being forced to retreat again. How was this short b*****d so tough? Jagan was seeing red and it encased Taliman like a picture frame. Die. Die. Die. Die. DieDieDieDieDie!
Coming back to himself, but only enough to realize he was about to land, his body took off with enough force to shake the earth and was again trying to get in close. That sword. If he could get that damn sword out of the way, maybe he could finally finish this off. How does he do that though when the damn thing acted more like a third arm than a weapon?
It looks like another straight shot, but his body fades into nothingness as his After Image leaves a vapor trail that was on a harmless collision course with Taliman. From above though, the large kodiak was falling with surprising speed, arms clasped together as he swung them viciously at the base of the back of Taliman's neck. If he missed there was still the matter of the huge crater and flaring aura which would expel to relieve his body of the force at the expense of a good deal of power. He was clearly looking to just end it in one fell swoop now. How long he could continue though...
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:51 pm
If it was possible to see, Diana would notice the remainders of the sphere give way and dissolve into the dark nothingness that hung about them. As if to further exemplify the darkness that lay about them, no attack flowed. In fact no attack followed nor did anything from outside their dark prison. Partitioned off from the rest of space they now stood within their own contained existence. Were they to try to leave, they would find the exits were now connected. Up would become down after a finite distance. Left would become right, and so on and so forth.
Stifling a yawn, the mage spoke.
"I know how much you wished to continue your attack on Keno, but just letting you have your way would make this whole ordeal be rather pointless. I harbor no ill will towards either of you. I just felt the odds were already rather stacked too high in your favor. 2 less likely won't likely do much, I suppose its all I can manage."
Relying on her extra sensory perception the mage viewed the two with possibly great accuracy than she would otherwise. Gaining a 360 degree view likely improved her odds of fending off attack. Not to mention the constant draw of mana from her person was no longer an issue
"I suppose in other words, get comfortable. As I am the only one with a view of the outside world, I have no qualms with keeping you posted."
Despite her nonchalant behavior the mage was still quite aware of the threat of attempting to hold back these two. Perhaps more so considering Who they were.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:25 pm
Jagan's desperation becomes clearer with each new attempt to turn Wesley inside out. Sadly for him, in his rage he's lost sight of his speed advantage. All of his blows are being thrown wildly and predictably; perhaps if he calmed himself he could perform more efficiently. Of course, he obviously has no intention of doing so. Now the Kodiak has used a classic feint, the afterimage, to sneak around behind the Emperor. This may have been effective under normal circumstances, but the soul-eating sword itself is able to assist the demon toward evading incoming attacks.
To what ends Jagan has used this technique Tali doesn't know, but he wastes little time in spinning about and thrusting out his left hand, fingers curled as he hurls a psionic attack toward the beastly man before his plan can come to fruition. A distorting wave of energy, what aims to strike Jagan mere feet away is a paralyzing field of ki. Numbing his nerves and rendering his strength useless as far as escape is concerned, Jagan would be trapped within a glowing purple ball, able only to see, speak, and hear.
Keeping his sword at the ready behind him, Taliman continues to hold his guard up.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 3:57 pm
Feeling Luke's arms grabbing tightly to his shoulders, he knew something bad was going to happen next. The Green Lantern tried pulling away - but the man's hands were like vicegrips and Cal wasn't going any where. Moving like lightning, Luke's head met Cal's chest. Felt like getting hit with a sack of bricks in the chest - reminded him of what happened when a bullet hit your kevlar vest, just knocking the air out of your lungs and you off your feet. Only this hurt far worse.
Cal responded with another of his green constructs, a pair of scissors large enough to slice Luke's hands clean off. Or his head if that stay in the way, too. But he felt his thoughts were slightly sluggish, which meant the construct was going to be too. Didn't matter, he just needed Luke away from him. And unless he could go without a brain or hand, then he would move. At least that was the plan.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:32 pm
Were he on speaking terms, perhaps he'd have said something along the lines of 'what the hell?' but instead the most he produced was a look of surprise and confusion as he found himself encased in a translucent veil of purple energy. If he could have moved, his fists would have easily met Taliman's face with little room for anything short of a receptive reaction. His knees were also perfectly close enough to crush a rib or two, as per the advantage of distance, but irony had it that he could only get close enough to hit the b*****d when he couldn't move at all.
That didn't mean he wouldn't try and wiggle about though. Bracing himself as though to take a shot to the chest, he struggled to raise his hands to no avail. He would stop for a moment, but persisted with only thoughts of crushing Taliman's jaw once he was free. It would only be a matter of time he was sure. Barriers didn't last forever and he'd spring like a mousetrap the minute the proverbial wire was tripped. His eyes were glowing unnaturally as he waited, his arms still struggling subtly to test his prison.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:16 pm
Whether or not Epithany could see, Diana had a look of severe hurt on her face. She felt betrayed in a way that would suggest she and the mage had a long and very intimate history with one another. A history that was thrown away in the blink of an eye the moment she and Mani found themselves trapped in a void. She couldn't even feel the psychic presence of her comrades, who she knew to be somewhere nearby, although she could not prove this either as their ki signatures vanished as well.
Rising to her feet, she began pacing about in a hurry, trying to sort out her mind, wondering how in the world she could have given Epithany the benefit of the doubt, only to be held captive. She was actually kind, showed mercy, and this was her thanks. Why did KenoTao matter so much that Diana would be denied rejoining her comrades? Should she now perceive Epithany purely as an enemy and strike to kill or would her sentiments continue to hinder her if she tried? Having no other company but that of a twelve year old boy, her voice of reason wasn't nearly as influential as it usually could be.
"Well...Ah s'pose Ah can't do much about that now can Ah?" She wanted to say 'Ah wish you wouldn'ta done that,' but couldn't get herself to even utter the words. The heartache she felt caused her to accept the illusion that this never happened while at the same time embracing her current circumstances. She could either sit tight or try to fight her way out of here. Licking her lips, she waited impatiently for her mind to make itself.
Mani on the other hand had already made up his mind. He had trusted Diana and gave the witch lady the benefit of the doubt only to be turned against last minute with an otherwise avoidable situation. As far as he was concerned, he was cheated only because he was a nice guy. Obviously, being nice didn't pay off, so might as well go back to being mean. That way at least he could leave this battle field happy knowing he kicked someone's butt. He was being denied KenoTao's anyway.
The boy began moving at a rapid pace, being sure that even if the mage could track him, she'd have no time to keep pace. His aura was already flaring when he reached cardinal north, and with no charge time he fired a highly unstable ball of ki towards Epithany. He then followed up with a second from the east, a third from the south and a fourth westerly shot, each shot coming from a shorter distance than the last. The fifth shot however came directly from above. The result was five simultaneous balls of ki approaching the the green tressed female from each axis. Unless she could become incorporeal and phase through the ground, the sky was her only means of escape, or whatever you called 'up' in this place.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:00 pm
::The quiet engine of the bounty hunter's crescent cycle resonates with a constant buzz as it swerves through the treetops far above the ground. With trees falling and the earth quaking below, riding just above ground as per the usual method is out of the question - this way will keep him from enduring an unnecessary crash. It's not as fuel efficient, but money isn't exactly a problem.
The horizon is constantly aglow with the explosions and rumbles from the battle beyond, massive powers having sent his sensors off the charts. Each of the powers are gigantic, truly giving Angel some perspective as pertaining to his place in a battle here. Some of these people he knows - not all personally - and yet he never expected them to be so brutish. He would expect as much from some of the officers he has faced under Taliman's command, but not from people of Earth.
Easing off of the throttle, the slayer starts to slow his approach, zipped jacket flapping wildly in an attempt to tear away from his back as the wrinkles of his slacks are blown away. His spiked brown hair still blows about despite the lessened speed, eyes guarded by a streamlined pair of metallic goggles. Gloved hands gripping the handlebars more tightly, Angellus soars even higher into the air, surpassing the treetops as he rises to obtain a better vantage point. Hitting the brakes and coming to a gradual stop, Charade rises from his seat and stands in the stirrups, peering across the landscape.
While nobody is visible as of yet, he can already detect the damage wrought by the vicious fighting, large sections of vegetation and wildlife blown away as easily as flame on a candle. Lifting a hand, the hunter slides his hand along the rim of one of the goggle lenses. The device activating, he is able to zoom in on the scene and view it in greater detail. He can only see a few of the fighters - as well as a massive pocket of blackness - but he is able to see Taliman distinctly enough, fighting Jagan of Unit 97. His surprise comes out as a soft mumble to himself::
....'oly s**t.....
::What's the Orinian tyrant doing here, the tall boy thinks to himself, puzzled. Having been tailing the seven superhuman fighters for some time, Angel knows much of their strengths, but has thankfully remained undiscovered. Their goals do not stretch as far as Orion, and it is known that Taliman has no interest in owning this planet. So why is he fighting Jagan? And what is that massive dark entity he wields? As Jake struggles to answer these questions, he eyes the rest of the battlefield from over some fifteen miles away. He doubts the possibility of being caught at this range, but has ready the means to hide his location and retreat.::
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:56 pm
The small Emperor flashes an arrogant smirk at Jagan, posture relaxing some deal. Like a rat in a trap. Rising higher into the air, Jagan is lifted along with the movement of Wesley's still-aimed palm, his dark aura still flowing strong. He gives a brief glance around him, taking notice of the fact that the big man is struggling to move. Such efforts only show as a light shaking of his limbs.
"You appear to be having trouble, my boy."
Taliman taunts his large opponent, tilting his head to one side. The mistakes of staying away from his group of friends and ignoring the overlord's obvious warnings just to do away with Tybron have returned to stab him in the back. Pulling his hand away, Wesley grips Shinorei with both hands, twisting it in his grasp so that the flat side of the sword is down. Pivoting his hips and rearing the massive sword back as though it were a baseball bat, he turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of the Kodiak.
"This is really going to hurt."
With that final word, he takes his first big swing for Jagan's ribs. The impact sends a shockwave through the air, the clouds parting and the ground buckling into a deepening hole. Imprisoned within the glowing sphere, Jagan would feel the full force of the blow but remain unable to even brace himself for it, sent sailing haplessly into the distance. Rather suddenly, the trapped man would recieve a second crushing blow, this one to the top of his spine sending him to the ground. Shunkido. Using the technique stolen from his brother, Wesley begins a rapid series of heavy bat swings, teleporting into Jagan's trajectory to intercept him and strike again.
This attack continues for some eight hammering attacks and covers a massive area, the planet below absorbing every low-altitude impact shockwave resulting from the assault. The Kodiak's legs, arms, spine, ribs, and head are all stricken at one point or another. More of a deadly exercise in torture than a strategic attack combination. The eighth attack sends the big man soaring miles into the air, the Tonepian lord once again warping above his opponent. This time however he holds the sword of death with only his right hand, facing down at his incoming opponent with the sword pointed to one side and poised to strike.
The sword bursts into a spin, threatening to burn the tape from his hands as it spins itself into a drilling blur. Facing the sky, Jagan draws ever nearer to Taliman as he prepares to unleash the fury of his final blow. With a monumental thrust the Emperor of Orion lunges forward with a roar, stabbing the drilling tip of the blade into Jagan's stomach. Despite what it would seem, the brunt of the force would be a ki-powered slam rather than the drilling of a hole through the bear's chest.
The drilling attack sends Jagan and his Prison Ball hurtling down to the earth like a meteorite destined for collision. Taliman's need to be so high is made clear when the Kodiak hits the ground. His imprisonment explodes like a bomb, the planet quaking and any remnants of the surrounding forest blasted into nothingness. The explosion rises high into the sky, but strangely only travels a short lateral distance; even Wesley doesn't wish to be caught in an explosion capable of destroying the planet. The force and sound of the explosion are spectacular, sure to affect those within range of it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:20 pm
Closing her eyes the mage abandoned their use. Lack of photostatic stimulus would cause them to produce ghost images that would hinder her. Tracking the aura of her co-captives, the boys lapped the air in an aggressive manner while Diana's seemed hesitant.
"I had wished to perhaps give one another a breather from our responsibilities to the outside world, but I am sadly mistaken."
The haze of fatigue that had plagued her prior to her spell still held true; but with the severing of the tether that held Diana at bay, she no longer felt as though she would blackout. Remaining alert she acted upon the situation as she spoke. Grasping at the vertebrae that divided her neck from her spine the mage gave a firm tug. The scent of blood pervaded the air almost like a beacon. The summoning of Oblivion was always a gruesome affair. As if punctuating the point, the spattering of blood upon the battered earth could be heard.
"Gokami ittoryu, Seiryuu flowing stream..."
Abandoning all senses except for the shape and hue of waveforms, the mage gripped the hilt of the blade. Exiting fluidly from its sheath, it moved as if having possessed her arm. Twirling with the momentum of the draw, she moved as if she had no bones in her body. Rag dolling her limbs, she danced with the flow of the ki, each blast nearly connecting.
Grasping the falling sheath in mid air she contorted her wrists crossing her arms in defensive posture. At that moment, the final blast collided with the ground pushing her back as she landed on the ground by her soles. Shaking slightly she came to a stop her breathing measured. The Seiryuu kata had few attacks but was quite precise. She made no superfluous movements.
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