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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 2:12 pm
~Bend Steel~
Given Maxi's skill as a fighter, he should be able to recognize the difference once he'd grabbed the man from the air... weight. Alot heavier. A -lot-. As he came down the first time, he'd...
~Shatter stone~
Fingers would grip rocks, one in each hand, roughly the size of a softball, scrabbling to do so, figuring his opponent wasn't yet done with tossing him about like a man-made-mace.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 11:37 pm
With a bright flash of light, a character appeared in the Void. He was dressed head to toe in dark armor, and carried a large sword in his right hand. A cape flowed elegantly from behind him as he took in his surroundings. His armor encompassed his entire body, but did not appear bulky, and rather looked as if it complimented his body's natural shape well. His sword appeared to be an oversized broadsword, the handle encased in a guard of sorts.
The tall male figure turned his head from side to side, once, twice, and stretched neck as he looked around. Something seemed to be stirring the air in this place, and he felt it was only a matter of time before it showed itself...
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 11:46 pm
And it did.
A rush of wind kicked up the dirt in this dry and barren wasteland. Even the tree's refused to bend to the wind as they had refused to move for anything years ago.
He was there.
Pure white feathers were cast in all directions. And that was all that remain to show he had done anything other than appear out of thing air was an owl soaring off, already far on the horizon before any viewers caught sight of him. He was nothing to be concerned with, newly arrived was a boy.
He looked to be no older than 17 with long pierced pointed ears and blond hair which spilled out of large red santa hat missing the puff ball at its end. He wore a red tunic with passed over his waist like a skirt. And what appeared to be white tights rested beneath that, vanishing into his fingerless gloves, boots.
With an audible "SHING", his sword was drawn and his shield was flipped into place over his right arm. Immediately the sword patted against both of his boots and then was set in a stern defensive position.
He said absolutely nothing, his mouth never moved, and no sound escaped it. But something about his look, and the way his fingers squeezed around that sword said he was ready to start this.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 11:55 pm
The armored knight took in the new arrival with no emotion across his form. The only thing that manifested itself was a calm motion of him drawing the large weapon across his form with a calm grace. Nothing was said or stated, all was read from the other, and the knight would respond in kind.
An air of calm crossed between them, a wind blew a silent tumbleweed across the space, the cape on the knight's shoulders waved lazily from the breeze, before he took a breath, and his stance lowered slightly...
Then, in a burst, it happened! The knight's feet ground into the dirt below, and he shot forward in a charge, speed with him in form and flow, power apparent in his right arm as it carried the sword across the man's body, and off to his left.
Then, as he neared, he would come across with a horizontal slash, moving slightly upward from left to right, aimed at the younger man's midsection. The size of his sword would allow him to strike with slightly more distance than the younger man, and arguably, with more power as well...
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:20 pm
Its most definitely more than arguable it was definite. A sword that size and girth by all means carried more power an force than the one handed sword in the boys hand.
But the sword was not what was in question here. It was his shield. As instead of retreating, he braced his footing his boots digging deep into the ground, and he was struck. The sound of metal screaming against metal screeched across the silent air, tearing the silence to shreds.
The shield took the full force of the impact, bringing up his shield in the path of the sword powerful horizontal slash. The sheer force jerked his body to the right exposing his left side while forcing the shield to cover his left as he was bent at the hip. Simultaneously the slash shoved him back at least six inches in place. A small cloud of dust gathering around his feet as he was moved.
This man was strong, and yet nothing would shake his resolve. Only after an impact like that, he was far out of range of any strike his sword could make, and his arm was still feeling that last powerful blow. He chose defense for the moment, as opposed to offense. The shield was brought a bit closer to his form, and his grip on the leather straps tightened. He wouldnt be felled that easily!
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 4:24 pm
The armored knight carried his strike through after it collided with his opponent's shield, taking a single step back to allow the swinging weapon to gain more momentum, before taking a few more steps forward and swinging the large weapon across the space between the combatants.
As he swung, he ducked a bit lower, and the large sword tipped down, aiming to hit the younger warrior's exposed lower legs, the cape billowing with the strike as dust was kicked up from the weapon whooshing near the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 6:33 pm
That was it!
That was his chance!
As was signified by a peppy little voice shouting.
Watch out!
As a small glow ball with wings slipped from behind the youngsters back and soared forward, floating around the knights head.
Heht!
It was a grunt, not a word. And immediately the young boys feet sprung into action. His boots scrapped against the ground as he hoped back, his feet flying over head as he performed a quick back flip.
There was a dry grind as the sword just barely missed his feet, the sheer force and weight of the slash kicking up a large cloud of dirt and dust.
And just as it did, his feet smacked the ground skidding to a stop a few feet back. As soon as the feet had stolen ground they abandoned it, shoving off of it as the boy leaped forward. His right and left hand gripping his sword over head, as he leaped across the distance aiming to run a long chop down the knights body, from head to ground. At the very least hoping to break or crack some of that armor.
His voice ripping outwards bringing life to an otherwise dead landscape.
Heyaaaaaaaaat!
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 6:43 pm
The armored knight watched as the boy jumped back and the little ball shouted a warning. His sword may have been moving around, back out of range, but he still had two things going for him. He had dipped low with his last attack, and he still had a left arm free as the right took over the movement of the sword.
As the young warrior jumped to deliver the slash, the armored knight took a step forward, and rose to meet the warrior head on, his left armored arm and glove aiming to slam into the body of the leaping boy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 7:58 pm
Damrius stood in the middle of the plains, a few large, spikey rocks scattered about. The grass came up to just below the knee.
Pulling in a charge, he let his hand slide toward the hilt of the vengeful, then settled for holding it just far enough to away so that he had access to both his swords.
There was a small breeze, the grass swaying in the direction it blew, and Damrius scanned the grounds, looking for his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:05 pm
Sunlight glinted dully off of his whitewashed mask. His arms tucked into his vest, crossed inside the vest he wore, the sleeves dangling slightly behind him. His mask was up, on top of his head slanted slightly as if he had negligently slid it up his head to see better. slivers of his hair fell into his face, leaving small shadowed lines of silver down his forehead.
His yellowed eyes focused on the other man, they weren't all that far apart. It wasn't an endless fighting ground, there would be no long screaming epic charge as two gigantic forces clashed. A short dash before the fun began if that.
Smiling slightly at the sight of the other man, his obvious opponent, for here nothing but fighting happened for him. It had been awhile, but he needed something to sleek his blade and take the rust off of his skills. It would be fun, it always was.
Putting his arms back out of the sleeves he reached his left wrist up and kissed the small black beads wrapped around his wrist before sliding his mask down over his face, aligning the walnut shaped eye slots with his own irises, giving an almost wolfish appearance to his face now.
Reaching his right arm down and across his waist he let his hand rest on his sash, inches from his blade, the gauntleted right hand glinting dully in the sunlight as the sleeve let some light peek through.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:11 pm
Damrius stared at the other man, and his hand landed on his longsword. He partially drew it, but only enough so that it was a fast and easy draw when coming out.
His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, but what appeared to be a black tattoo of lightning bolts was stretching up to just underneath his jaw. Two scars, one vertical on his right eye, the other crossing that, cutting across his nose, seemed to have a faint shine to them, most likely a trick of the sunlight though.
He was going to wait for his opponent. He knew better than to rush in blindly.
charge- 2
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:16 pm
Sunlight, a beautiful thing, it makes heat, and light. Heat being the more useful to Tenma. Plains were a good place for him because the long flat land often radiated excess heat straight up into the air. Which he could move with much less use of energy.
Without moving he pushed outward with his energies and pulled inward, starting a convection current around his right arm, the heat concentrating in on itself and becoming a visible warp rotating around his right arm. There was nothing really sinister to it, it simple looked like a heat mirage floating around his arm in a spiral.
He moved towards his opponent. Pulling in heat to the convection current as he went. No rushing in blind, but also no avoiding of the opponent, it wouldn't be an hour of circling and 2 minutes of fight.
He began to close the gap, step by step.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:23 pm
There was little he could do, beside be struck and fall flat back on his rump. With both of his arms occupied, so were his legs, and he had no room to dodge or avoid in mid air. Though deep inside he knew this would have gone differently if he wore different shoes.
Gyaah!
He fell back, skidding to the ground directly on his buttocks. He immediately rolled forward onto his feet with his sword out to his left side, and his shield before him. He was crouched low in a highly defensive position, and seemed to pause for a moment It was odd, maybe he was thinking, or preparing. Or just paused.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:25 pm
Damn. I hate fire and anything hot...
That was the only thing to run through his head as he sheithed the sword back into place, and then pulled out the little gem that was imbedded in the hilt, resembling very much a diamond.
As he held it in his head, he started to mvoe towards his opponent slowly, his hand held out like he had a sword in it.
charge - 3
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