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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:25 pm
There was a rush of wind and a strange flapping noise as Marco blasted into the air after her, firing three Force Bullets at the top of the building just as she landed.
Joe recovered after Marco's attack and spun around, waiting for the dust to clear before deciding his action.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:27 pm
Gertrude dodged all three and went off the side of the building to the fire escape.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:30 pm
Marco took off after her as Joe flitted around to the bottom of the building, keeping her in their sights. They fired overlapping attacks in an attempt to pin her down.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:36 pm
Gertrude smashed a door in and entered the building quickly, battered by the few attacks that grazed her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:42 pm
Marco blasted into the door, slamming it open as he shot after her, followed less than a second later as Joe flitted up to the door, then forward after the two.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:46 pm
Fast as lightning, twice as powerful, and half as easily controlled, Gertrude slammed the dried-up body of a woman into Marco, smashing him through a wall.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:49 pm
No time for worry. Joe shot through the smoke and dust to slam a punch into Gertrude's gut, all of his strength, mana, and current speed going into it.
Marco came very close to passing out. By artificially amping himself up on energy, similar to an energy drink mixed with adrenaline, he managed to keep from blacking out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:52 pm
Gertrude sprung up against the ceiling and shoved off it to kick Joe's head downward.
Marco and Joe realized the difference: the office building they were in was a cubicle farm. A windowless cubicle farm.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:13 pm
Realizing this, Joe blocked the downkick and slid to a halt. He fired a series of Fire Arrows at Gertrude, and while she was dodging, flitted to Marco, picked him up lightly, and shot back up the hall to the exit they had come in.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:31 pm
Gertrude bounced off of walls and the ceiling, intercepting Joe and slamming him through a row of cubicles. Dismayed people were fleeing now, crowding the fire exit. The fires Joe was causing on nearby papers, carpets, and the like had set off the building's fire alarms.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:22 pm
The good part about the sprinklers was that they awoke Marco to a point of usefulness. Although Joe still had to carry him, he had enough consciousness to raise one hand feebly and blast Gertrude in the chest as she charged them again, giving Joe enough time to punch through a wall.
Marco's attack had only enough power to stop her forward momentum and not to send her back, so instead of trying to flit to the next building, Joe did what was faster and stepped out of the hole, falling.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:27 pm
Fyrin pursed his lips. Tried to. Dangit.
No windows, no light going in.
No Shadow warlock; he had gone to comfort his wife or something like that.
Friends could not be convinced to just let her go.
Force employed against them? Hardly. Fyrin was out of it and if he tried to detain them, that would end badly for him. Plus, that was just a stupid idea in the first place. However much enmity they might have for him, they were in no way his enemies.
He could attempt to aid them, but he had done no good so far; every time he tried something, the vampire was faster, tougher, too much for his old bones. And he needed a hand to steal; his hand was still missing, and that was getting irritating. Very, very irritating. Something really needed to be done about that.
With a heavy sigh, he went to aid the falling Joe. How, it was hard to say until an opening showed itself. Patience, patience; he'd been waiting for 700 years, and his patience was run a mite thin.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:32 pm
Joe saw Fyrin below. "Fyrin!" he shouted as he fell. "Blast something up here! Anything! Make it big!" Joe began to gather his energy.
Marco began to slip in and out of consciousness. Joe fed off a small portion of energy into keeping him awake, but not quite healing him yet.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:43 pm
Fyrin glanced up at him, trying to understand what he wanted. Something? Big? A car? Where was Darius?
Sheesh, Paul took everything good with him.
Instead he kicked his foot into the earth and a large chunk of it went careening up to meet Joe.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:49 pm
"Perfect," Joe said through a grin.
A huge bubble of swirling wind popped into existence between Joe's arms, playfully tugging his clothing and trying to get him to play. Seeing the approaching rock, it reached out on its own, without Joe's prompting.
The air surrounded the rock, creating a kind of triple barrier. Joe came at the ground and about twenty feet up, fired more energy into the wind, strengthening most the barrier between rock and ground. It hit, compressing to its limit before bursting. The rock slammed the ground, sending shockwaves up through the remaining wind bubble. Joe, on the top of the wind bubble, fell towards the rock like falling into a pillow. The wind bubble finally burst, letting Joe fall onto the rock.
He stood with a victorious cough. "Got...it!" he said.
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