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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:15 pm
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:16 pm
<<::bounces:: Unless Pith prefers to, Deity can....though...Pith's already IC, so... < <;; ...meh, whateveh.>>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:25 pm
Protean was silent as he stepped into the arena, the only sound heard from him being his own breathing. Once inside, he reached behind his shoulder and grasped the axe's shaft just below the twin blades and withdrew the relic weapon into his hands, then set it down on the ground upon the head. A slight rumble could be heard from the back of the werewolf's throat and a subtle golden light shone from behind black pupils. "Today I'm not your friend but your enemy.", spoke Protean, calmy and icily. "Once this is over... We'll see." That last bit carried a hint of sarcasm, followed by a slight curve of Protean's lips.
Then, his form blurred and the sound of bones cracking and flesh reforming was heard while Protean transformed. It was far quicker than the other times before, perhaps lasting now more than three seconds. But what stood in the man's place was not a man anymore, but a werewolf with a bad disposition. "Come on."
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:28 pm
((Yeah I can judge or should I say referee. Bascially just mulling over my own tourney battle in character.))
Sensing the arrival of two fighters in the arena she took this as a sign to end her study of her own battle. Mumbling an undiscernable phrase the sphere hovering before crackled with energy before collapsing upon itself and fading out of existence. Gazing up towards the Rafters, she made note of Keno's mana signature and Proteans elsewhere in the facility. Running her hand through her hair she yawned figuring they were readying themselves for a tourney battle
"Time rolls on..."
Clasping her hand hand together she awaited the match to get underway. She had fought both men on prior occasions and had some idea of what could transpire. But hopefully she would see something new from both of them. Then again, it was just the first round.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:30 pm
((So Deity, so far in my tourney match. Who's winning?))
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:34 pm
<<@Pith: ...you are...sorta. ninja >>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:36 pm
"I was hoping for a beast to beast bout. Excuse me one moment." Even as Keno spoke his body was cloaked by his own aura, highlighed by ki to seal him in a body molded cocoon the color of a pool of blood. His body rose seven inches as his bone and jaw structure all altered, leaving the form of a man-beast in his presence. As the aura vanished, it left behind a figure with black fur, touched here and there with stripes of white. The long raven hair that adorned his hair shortened to match the length of fur about the rest o his body. His shirt had vanished, leaving his chest and back exposed, revealing the would be scars it often concealed. His pants however remained, being wide enough to still fit loosely over his legs. From behind him was a tail that was never there before and from his throat came the groan of a feline. He too stood no longer a man, but a tiger, standard with fangs, and claws. He wasn't as articulate as before, but who needed words?
A earth trembling roar erupted from his lips, the signal that he would start, and in that very instant he became a speeding black blur that shot straight toward Protean for the initial assault. No matter what form he was in, starting fights was not his forte, but at least the ball was moving, five feet in, he lightly launched himself upward, letting speed do most of the work as he lifted his left knee for the lycan's throat.
<>
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:43 pm
Watching both transformations go underway she smirked looking from fighter to fighter. Raising her own hand before her face she sighed watching as the flesh seemed to harden into a scaly hardened texture. Curling her fingers into a fist, the sound of her fingertips clasing against her palm resounded like metal against metal.
Humanity in these parts is fleeting as life as a whole...
In almost the same amount of time as it had taken to transform she restored her flesh to normal sighing ever so lightly. Returning her attention to the match before she rested her chin in her palm.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:46 pm
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:47 pm
<<::has already been pondering such a thought at the visual of a werewolf battling a white-striped black tiger:: ninja >>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:50 pm
((Damn I'm rusty... Post is very blocky.))Post 2 The sudden change in Keno was a definite surprise to Protean. He had heard of this "Black Tiger" on a few occasions before, but had never actually seen it. Needless to say, battling someone like this was going to be very interesting. Each bit of fur on Protean's neck and tail stood straight and bristled with excitement right as BT let loose a frenzied roar. Protean joined in with his own and together they shook the very rafters of the arena. It was a song of savagery, bloodlust, and the thrill of battle.
Just then, the real fight was on. Keno had decided to rush at the werewolf head on and deliver the first attack of the evening. But suddenly, the target for that attack was no longer where it once stood. Using the Wind Runner technique, the werewolf manuevered his body around the rising knee and behind Keno. To the naked human eye, it would be like Protean simply vanished and reappeared all within the span of an eye blink. His axe, Alastor Guardian was already raised and Protean was in the middle of swinging the dread weapon horizontally towards Keno's back.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:53 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:55 pm
(( OOOOOOOOOOO:
KENO IS BATTLEING?!?! *runs down to go IC* HE'S BATTLEING HE'S BATTLING! O: Ichi shall stare in awe. >w< ))
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:58 pm
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:58 pm
Post 3 Protean would soon learn that he wasn't the only person good at maneuvering. Keno was very aware of the various blindspots he left open, especially when charging head on. His first attacks never connected anyway. With the swing of the axe, which Keno immediately noted to be no normal weapon, there very rarely was, pierced through Keno as though he were as thin as air. His standard Disperse technique in effect, his body dissembled like a loose pillar of dry sand and remolded beneath Protean, five feet back as the shaft of a bo staff shot for the werewolve's torso at a speed rivaling that of Keno's initial assault, but with a much shorter distance. His mineral had solidified in the middle of a thrust and became solid right before it would impact Protean, if it would connect at all. His hands were now both occupied, but they were glowing furiously, ready to advance. It was clear they were itching to do more than hold a weapon in their hands.
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