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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:30 pm
Holding out his arm, hand pointed like a blade straight at his opponent, he let some head loose in the form of the heat flare. Shifting the movement of light through it because of the rapid change in vibrations it would be like looking through cloudy, warped, brightly lit glass at Tenma, and the sunlight coming off of Tenma's white clothing would make it harder to pick him out from the rest of the heat flare.
He moved, rapidly, at an angle. After a quick burst towards his enemy, he cut and came across his opponent at an angle, as he passed he would draw in a flash of slightly curved folded steel. The blade would be coming horizontal, about abdomen height. If that hit or otherwise he would use his momentum to get back out of reach of the other man. Heat would still be swirling around his arm, weaker than before but growing as he pulled in more heat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:46 pm
Thnkfully, Damrius wore sunglasses. The glare from the sun was something that barely bothered him, and as he saw the motions of the heat wave come towards him, he jumped, most of his strength coming into his right leg, forcing him left. As he did so, a flash appeared within his hand, and then a crystaline sword appeared in his hand, matching the shape of the longsword on his side.
As Tenma would be moving as the heatwave came, and going for Damrius, he would actually miss by a bit.
As Damrius hit the ground, he charged in, the crystaline sword slamming in both hands, glinting in the sunlight. As he neared, he came at an upward angle towards Tenma.
{4}
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 8:51 pm
Maximos 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. The armored knight gripped his sword tight with his right hand, as it was now behind him, and with a forceful motion, he would bring the large bladed weapon over his head in an overhead slash aiming to smash the young man in front of him with the front half of the sword for maximum attacking power. His movement upwards from his left arm and standing motion would help him to bring the great weapon into motion once more for this attack, as well as serve as a counter balancing movement along with a forward step to meet with the rolling young man.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 9:14 pm
Be-ling!
The sound of a box of something unseen closing in the distance. The sword was bearing down, time was of the essence. But now he was properly equipped, to handle the situation.
As the sword came down the warrior holding it would be in for a surprise as a shockwave echoed down his blade. A very strong vibration threatening to shatter all but the most intense grips. Why?
Because a massive hammer had just impacted the side of the blade, sending it off course and into the ground. It seemed no hammer that size should be that heavy or that strong, and yet it most definitely was.
Hey listen!
The voice echoed outwards, as the sword flew aside.
Iron Knuckle
Watch out for its sword attack! It hurts a lot! Strike when it drops its guard!
The boy smiled. Now seemed like the perfect time, the boy pressed forward into the open spot in the knights guard. His boots slammed into the ground with an almost metal clang, stealing and securing his position. The boots looked different, like there was a metal wieght of some sort around the sole of the shoe. The boots would slow him down, but in the time it took to step forward.
Regardless, one good step placed the boy in range, where he immediately delivered a stern bashing with his shield toward the knights body. A plate as open as a shield did not led itself to specific aiming. Despite the glowing blue ball.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 9:35 pm
That hammer must have weighed a ton...megatons even, but regardless of that, the knight's sword was still knocked off to the side by the well timed hit from the young man, and stuck into the ground a few feet off to his side. But, ever strong, ever vigilant, the armored knight used his slight forward motion to his advantage.
As he saw that his sword was about to be deflected, he changed his tactic. Instead of simply taking one step forward to add to the attack, he continued, adding another step, but this time, the foot stayed up, and moved forward to plow into the young man. Though, he blocked with his shield, meaning the armored boot would slam into the young man's shield. But hey, sometimes that could prove to be a problem too.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 11:46 pm
Normally, that kick would have sent the small boy flying back onto his rump and then into a roll backwards. But in his current stance the boys feet were quite literally stuck on the ground. Not even a powerful current of air, or slippery footing could budge him.
One of the great things about a shield is the way it can spread impact over a wide area. The man pushed forward. His wieghted left foot swing past his right and forcing him to steal ground.
Hopefully, since his opponent was on one the sudden motion forward would cause him to loose his footing. At which point the boy would just send the massive hammer down at his prone opponent.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 12:37 am
-CLANK-
-CRASH-
The armored knight felt himself begin to lose footing as he attempted to slam the young man with his armored boot, however, as the young man pushed forward to send him further off balance, the knight would try one more thing. As he found his kick was failing, he would push off of the shield with his foot, using the young boy's weighted form as a springboard to launch his body away and off to the side.
As he moved away, he'd grip the handle of his blade, ripping the weapon out of the ground as he went, and would land about 20-30 feet away. If his hop off of the shield failed for some reason, he would fall to the ground, and move his arms in an attempt to lessen the damage his form and armor would take from the hammer. It all really depended on the young fighter's actions...
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 12:59 am
There was nothing that could be done!
Other than small smirk on the boys face as he watched the mans silhouette rise up and away. About half way through his leap the small fairy would disengage and soar back to the young red boy with a stream of sprinkles following behind her.
His opponent was flying backward, and whats worse it seems he was flying way out of range. But he was flying through the trees. Dead trees but not trees.
Both of his hands went back, on sheathing his hammer while the other pulled out "something", it was ovaloid with a large pointed tip that seemed like an arrow. And without warning it fired. A length of chain soared through the air, past the knight and to a tree behind him, impacting it with a loud...
-Thunkt-
The boy was smart, he fired it past him but not at him. And almost immediately afterward the boy was sent sailing through the air at the mysterious knight. His shield ever ready on his right hand. And once within range he would heft his feet forward for a powerful drop kick from two very heavy boots in mid air.
Skyaaaaaaaaaaaat!
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 1:19 am
...!
As the knight retreated back and away, the chain shot past him, and he heard wood crack and splinter somewhere behind him. Then, the young man shot forward towards the black armored knight. This was going to be close, terrifyingly close.
The boy closed in, and the man thought quickly. Suddenly, his sword blurred, a trail of energy following the weapon as it careened to the side, striking not the attacking young warrior, but the chain that held fast to the tree behind him. The force of the blow gave him just enough leverage to get a foot onto the chain, and launch himself into the air, away from the warrior below...
Only the fates knew if his plan would play out as he had hoped...
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 1:56 am
Eh!?
It was more of another grunt than anything else. His big wide open eyes said more than his voice ever could. If he kept his grasp he would be launched under the knights sword and away to a nearby tree.
But the sudden change in motion should leads to an equal and opposite motion and it was just that, that he played on. He released the point-hook type device, abusing the sudden change in moment to launch him up, like being whipped off a dragons tail. The tail, or chain, went down, the boy went up!
As gravity he would have it, even with his boots he was lighter than the average armored man, and so once, and if he flew over him he would whip out that obnoxiously large hammer once again and smack straight down! Hopefully sending the armored man down to the ground, while he...well that was another issue to be dealt with later.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 2:14 am
-CLANG-
Any warrior in his right mind would know THAT sound. And these two were no different. Metal had just met metal, and both warriors knew it. While the young warrior swung down towards the armored man, he brought his sword up to meet it, the resulting clash of weapons sending the armored warrior hurtling towards the ground at a fantastic rate. This might have looked like a bad position for the mysterious knight, but even the most negative situations could prove promising if used correctly. Both of these warriors knew this.
The knight embraced the power from the hammer strike, and flipped backwards from the power, just enough flip to cause his feet to spin around his body and touch ground before the rest of him, and catch his fall. He landed hard, but in a crouch, and immediately jumped back and away from his landing site. He didn't want megatons of boots crashing down on top of him. His arms stung a bit from the mighty clash, but he was not phased by the tingling sensation flowing across his forearms.
As he shot across the ground to gain distance, landing some distance away, his sword suddenly crackled with energy once more, but this time, the effect was different. For the knight slipped into a high speed sword display, and flowing from the end of the mighty sword, was a thin line of powerful energy that whipped around the battlefield, smashing trees to bits for nearly thirty to forty feet in every direction. If the young warrior was within that radius, he too would be struck by the whip like strand of powerful energy, and send careening into the ground. Now, at least within a small area, there were no trees for the young warrior's hooking shot to latch onto, helping to limit his attack options.
The attack was soon finished, however, and the mysterious armored knight moved his sword behind him in a ready position...
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 2:29 am
Unfortunately that same abused principal works both ways. Unarmored boys do fly faster than fully armored men, and higher...alot higher...dangerously higher.
The small blue glowing orb didnt speak, but the reaction it did give was something like...
....
With a matching sweat drop. As he flew up, he saw the Mysterious Knight land and jump back and watched energy cycle off in all directions expanding very far out. He had no real way of dodging that in mid air, but if he dodged he would end up rolling directly into range of the blasts.
He did what any boy in his situation would do. He screamed.
Eyaaaaaaaaaa....
Until both of his feet stiffly impacted the ground with an enormous thump.
....aaaaaaaaht-zhit-zhit...
He he looked flushed a bit redder than normal for a second as he tried to regain his myself and very, slowly straighten his legs back out. Seemingly stunned, for a moment unable to move or dodge, but very lucky to have landed outside lashing waves of energy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 10:10 am
When his blade hit nothing but air he reacted as fast as he knew how, keeping his momentum he turned and slid to a stop. Bringing his sword down to block the upward slash he braced the blade with the palm of his left hand against the dull back of the blade.
As soon as crystalline blade and steel met he would push off of the other man backwards using the upward slash as a push to move him back, he would turn his blade, point forward and drive it towards the other mans right shoulder in a single fluid movement.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:00 pm
In comes Chu-Chu. An elven man wearing a brown-colored robe that held quite a few secrets within. The robe folded closed with a gold sash tied to help it stay closed. One of the most notible features about this man was the strange formation of his upper chest. It clearly showed the outlines of female breasts, but this person was definitely a male. His shoes looked to be sandals. What kinda guy wears sandals with rubber cushioning inside instead of enchanted boots of uberness.
In this man's hands, he wielded a scythe in which the straight-staffed portion was as long as his height. The blade being nearly a quarter of his height in length. The staff portion colored purple while the blade had a blue glow.
How this man was entering the stadium the area was a bit comical. He was riding a wave of water into the ring, but what was astonishing was the amazing speed he was coming. He was moving at the blinding rate of 1 mile an hour. Surely, no one would be able to catch up to him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:24 pm
What was arguably more comical was what floated up next to him a moment later. I'll give you three hints:
- It's large.
- It's yellow.
- It's made of plastic.
Give up? It was an inflated life-raft that was inexplicably riding in on the wave as well, with one passenger. I'll give you three hints:
- It's male.
- It's wearing purple.
- It still has that cat on it's head.
Give up? It was none other than Tiem Jay, himself... and that stuffed cat that refused to leave his uncombed head. He might have said something to the slowpoke in front about obstructing his slightly-more-speedy travels, but instead he just rolled over and continued snoring.
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