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 Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 12:17 am
Joe reacted to the feint, but with a faint of his own - his left leg came up as if to strike out, then went back down, and his right arm came up to smack into the flat of the other blade, while his right leg came up as well to strike out at Stephens left a** cheek.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 10:29 am
In a realm out side of The Void existed a Ju-Jitsu Dojo in which the students and teachers all followed an unwritten rule during sparring matches - butt shots are full grounds to turn it up a bit for the sole purpose of payback (within reason of course.) Unfortunately for Joe, Stephen was trained in that dojo. And also unfortunately for Joe, this wasn't a sparring match. The kick was received, and while pain was coursing through the man's posterior, Stephen did not yelp or make any movement except for his grimace increasing with intensity. Quote: Zealot Rush: Sutiiven courses his energy through his body and temporarily increases his speed 50%, allowing him to charge opponents and close gaps between them. This move is extremely dangerous at short range, however, due to the headlong nature of the move, it is impossible for Sutii to make instant course corrections in case the opponent is agile enough to dodge. For example, should an opponent jump out of the way, Sutii would either have to come to a stop, relocate the target, and charge again, or he would have to come around in a relatively large arc to regain his target. Despite this, it can be a powerful move against those not expecting it. (Spiritual Ability) Stephen released energy and forced his way up to ridiculously close range, dropping Aria in the process. Literally stopping right up in Joe's face, he rapidly but forcefully punched the man in the stomach and chest about 5 times, right-left-right-left-right. Stephen expected that his opponent would see him bleeding again and throw up (not to mention the fact he was being punched in the stomach) but really didnt care if he did at the moment. The chain was then to be followed by shove to give him some space... Quote: Flying Construct Kick: Sutiiven unleashes a devistatingly fast and powerful kick directly at the opponent, driving a considerable amount of force and energy into them in a very short period of time. Despite its somewhat nonsensical name, it is one of Sutiiven's most powerful unarmed attacks. (Spiritual Ability) (1 Turn Recovery) ... for a very devastating side thrust kick straight to the chest. The speed and power behind it separated it from a normal side thrust, and if Joe had any decent sense of energy flow, he could sense a very large amount of energy coursing into the leg and foot about a second before it connected and was released full force straight into him. If it did indeed connect, the man would be in a world of hurt, if not worse. Joe would learn not to screw around with his opponents. Taunting and attention getters were great, but there can be a point when those will only get you in deep s**t, and unless he could get the hell out of the way of those punches and kick, he was gonna find that out first hand.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 11:30 pm
Sutiiven In a realm out side of The Void existed a Ju-Jitsu Dojo in which the students and teachers all followed an unwritten rule during sparring matches - butt shots are full grounds to turn it up a bit for the sole purpose of payback (within reason of course.) Unfortunately for Joe, Stephen was trained in that dojo. And also unfortunately for Joe, this wasn't a sparring match. The kick was received, and while pain was coursing through the man's posterior, Stephen did not yelp or make any movement except for his grimace increasing with intensity. Quote: Zealot Rush: Sutiiven courses his energy through his body and temporarily increases his speed 50%, allowing him to charge opponents and close gaps between them. This move is extremely dangerous at short range, however, due to the headlong nature of the move, it is impossible for Sutii to make instant course corrections in case the opponent is agile enough to dodge. For example, should an opponent jump out of the way, Sutii would either have to come to a stop, relocate the target, and charge again, or he would have to come around in a relatively large arc to regain his target. Despite this, it can be a powerful move against those not expecting it. (Spiritual Ability) Stephen released energy and forced his way up to ridiculously close range.... Joe saw the energy from around the youth's body, and recognized it. He was doing his Sonic thing again. Except this time, Joe was prepared. As his kick connected, Joe's left hand would lash out, aiming straight for Stephen's windpipe, attempting to slam into it bare knuckled - and with the wind energy behind it, it would either force it's way THROUGH stephen's neck, or it would just give him some serious whiplash to consider. Either way, stephen had a large, knuckled fist coming straight for his throat. 20%
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 12:14 am
Stephen too could sense energy, and so could feel the energy behind Joe's punch. As it came in, he instinctively blocked the punch with an outer block, forcefully pushing the fist out of line with hits original (and possibly lethal) target, as well as sending it right past the man's bleeding shoulder. Joe had been correct to sense the incoming attack as a previously used move, but what he didn't take into account was that his own attack was launched as his own kick connected. In other words, the time between the kick connecting, Sutii charging up, and the punch firing off was negligible, meaning that Joe hadn't even waited for the man to fly into the trap. While it may have been good in theory, the timing was ever so slightly off enough that it made a WORLD of difference. Instead of throat shot-ing an opponent that would be walking right into it, he would be instead throwing a punch that could be dodged or blocked. Not that Stephen didn't give the man credit. The small window was almost negligible, and had he waited just that much longer, this fight would be headed in a far different direction. Instead, the direction would be going DOWN. Quote: Light Dash: Sutiiven releases a quick burst of energy, allowing himself to rapidly dash in any direction. (Spiritual Ability) Now, Sutii was not one to waste energy, so instead of taking it back in slowly, he decided to release it - plus a bit more. The effect was that of Stephen being fired at Joe in a much less controlled manner than if he had simply used the Z Rush. Using the burst would hopefully confuse the man long enough for Stephen to basically slide his arm across the punching arm that had been blocked and extend it outward. The slide would continue till near the end of the arm, at which point it would be brought up to the level of the man's neck in what would be best described as a flying clothesline - if flying clotheslines were backed with the force of a 180 lb human cannonball. Should it be successful, he would be taking down the man and coming to the ground with him, hopefully enabling him to slip on some Judo maneuvers or chokes to put him into submission - the man was by no means an easy opponent, and if he kept up the way he had been behaving, Stephen himself might find himself having to go in for the kill - and that is not something Stephen planned on doing unless he absolutely had to.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:25 pm
Deep within the realm so aptly named, "The Ethereal Void", a storm was raging. The normally gentle driftings of the nothing-mist had warped into a full blown, flashing and twisting hurricane composed of mystical forces.
Flashes of light emanated from the core of the magical storm, deep hues of purple, violet and brightest pink tinging the nothing-mist.
Accompanying the flashes were visions, fleeting images that showed their faces for but a moment, then were gone. The mortal eye could barely register the forces at work, or even catch the contents of the images for that matter, though a scant few might make something out. To those who were blessed with sharp eyesight, they would see pictures, glimpses of things usually found in an album.
The image of a beautiful woman, clad in a flowing white dress, and a man, whose image seemed blurry and out of focus, appeared, and then was swiftly born away on the raging winds. Another image, this time of the man, handsome and tall, pearly white teeth showing in his smile, appeared before it too, vanished.
Yet another picture appeared, this one of a small child, brilliantly pink hair glowing faintly upon his baby smooth head, and golden hues peeking out from heavily lidded eyes. The child slipped off into a deep slumber just as the picture was sent spinning away, to be lost among the howling winds of the storm.
Hours would pass, or was it minutes? Time worked differently within the Void, minutes could be hours, or hours could be minutes. A second could seem like a lifetime...or a lifetime could pass within a second. Perspective, upon entering the Void, became severely warped.
As mysteriously as it had begun, the storm began to settle, the tinged nothing-mist settling down to softly swirl about, resuming its unending dream-state as soft sounds, much like sighing, filled the air. Lasting only a short while, the sigh shifted, whispered words filling the air, the lyrical notes of soft music accompanying it before fading away, leaving the Void to its ever-mysterious self.
"...Eros..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:23 am
"Revel in pain and in death!" the words sung to him, almost tugging at the straps holding his armour in place.
No, he would not remove something that meant so much to him. Elven smiths were renowned for their crafting abilities, able to make deadly weapon and sturdy armour a lot lighter than something like that should be, but their equipment was only passed through the Elven groups. Never did a human get their hands on any piece of Elven forge, and neither did an Elf without proving themselves worthy.
A warrior for the Light and General of its vast armies, Ruuvan had definitely earned it. He knew all too well the prejudices warriors who fought with armour faced, but he dismissed them; he knew his skills, he knew his limits, and he knew his heritage. What others looked down upon and looked at with shame, Ruuvan took to his heart and wore it with pride. That look never faltered as the shadow cursed his protection. A ball of shadow filled Max's left hand, a collection of darkness Ruuvan felt he had seen numerous times before.
"Show me what your toys can do..." it said to him, a look of disgust on his face regarding the armour.
Ruuvan began to channel a flow of the Light, his body seeming to pulse with the power to one who could sense such things. A thick layer seeped down his blades until they were covered and glowing, beating in time with the warrior's heart that held them. In an instant he was rushing forward, eyes locked on his opponent and a reserve of energy ready to place a shield of Light to stop shadow magic; not completely, of course, but at least it would not lead him to death.
In one sweeping motion, once he was close enough, Ruuvan brought his right sword up in a horizontal slash across Maximos from the shadows' lower left to upper right area, the light engulfing the blade leaving a blurred trail in its wake that remained for a second. His right was held firmly in his hand and waited for a counter-attack, whilst the Light prepared itself to consume the Elf in a shield.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 11:54 pm
Ruuvan plowed forward like a beast. Maximos stood strong. He would give no more ground to the Light. Its festive brilliant glow had grown weary in the Shadow's blackened eyes. It was time to make progress even against his oldest weakness. If Ruuvan was going to rush the shadow, he was going to rush the elf. Quote: Ruuvan was like a car, your favorite car, a classic. It had everything it needed to out class and out style the newest and best....if you can get it started. The engines were roaring. Warm up was over. Maximos' left stood hidden behind his back while his right trailed out behind him. His stance was low, his boots digging into into the sandy turf and carrying him forward with reckless abandon. A shadow running toward the light. He felt foolish like Icarus. But invincible like Hercules. It wasnt much of a run, but he had time to plan and ponder. And while his thoughts should have been on the light filled blade, or victory as a whole they were instead on that obscene green obstruction. He wanted to make Ruuvan pay for that armor...he wouldnt be happy until the elf hated it. He had a purpose. And Maximos with a purpose was a scary thing. About half way across the distance he did something unexpected, his right arm moved to join his left. A crackling sizzle filled the air as both hands now rested behind his back. Pulses of violet and black flew off from behind his back giving nothing more than tastes of what was to come without any clue as to the nature of the main course. And then they met. Ruuvan moved for a low slash. Maximos' left foot had other plans. He leapt, just a slightly off the ground kicking his left foot out, using Ruuvan's arm as a stepping stone. You see you dont hold a sword with your arm, you hold it with your hand. The wrist, the area below the wrist, its all entirely open as you swing. And it was the blank spot just beneath Ruuvan's grip at the start of his forearm where Maximos would plant his boot. Sure, Ruuvan could try and move his hand to avoid an unexpected attack, but either way his swing was going to be lost. And the blade hidden in the sole of Maximos' boot would protect any attempts to chop his foot from beneath. Such was one of the plusses of being so very light, as Maximos was in this shadow form. Just the base resistance of Ruuvan's swing being was enough to give him a stepping stone, placing him above and directly in Ruuvan's path. Of course the elf had another blade, one he would likely try and use if... There was a very loud pop, a sizzle, and a series of small crackles, Maximos' right hand came from around his back. A mess of violet, lavender, indigo and black swirling in his hand as he launched it forward in his now signature... Quote: - Shadow Bomb - Umbra PraemiumAmbient shadow is pulled in from the surrounding area, and are shoved into a small sphere. As more shadow is drawn in, the higher the instability of the sphere. After prolonged compression the sphere begins to crack and break. When let loose it explodes in a concussive blast of deep indigo flame, emitting no flame or heat damage, but rather a rather large gust of force in all directions. While the yield may not be fatal, the force is more than what is necessary to tip a semi onto its side. ...Ruuvan would be able to see the tangled mess of shadowy bits swirling around a shakey core of pure essence. It was familiar. But thats what he had his Light Shield for. Just for attacks like this. And while both fighters knew the shield was present, it seemed Maximos was intent on blasting into it anyway.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:30 am
Maximos' shadow bomb, one of the most devastating attacks he had faced before and one which had cost him an eye. Now he had two, both Elemengal as it was meant to be, and he never missed a thing.
His sword stopped and he felt a pressure on his wrist; one secon he was level with Max and the next the shadow was stepping all over him - his wrist anyway - and Ruu didn't want any of that. The shadow bomb could've been aimed anywhere from ground level, but now it was apparently coming straight for his head. Not this time, a voice echoed through his mind.
In the instant he felt his blow stopped the Light channelling through his right blade quickly sapped away, fusing into his left as he brought the flat of his blade up to meet the bomb. More power flowed into the blade seeming to make it as bright as the sun - not really, but you get the idea - and Ruuvan felt a rush of warmth envelope him as the attack met.
It was something resembling an explosion, though all dark colours and bright light instead, and the blade seemed to act as a deflector to push the explosion out to both sides and away from the Elf's body. He had faced Maximos numerous times, normally always falling to the shadow bomb, but not this time.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 10:54 am
Ahh, the trusty Light Shield. When last they fought it seemed to actually amplify the effect of the shadow bomb. This time it seemed Ruuvan had learned to make it defend.
Maximos should have been frowning, but he wasnt.
He smirked.
Because smirking is what you do when something goes according to plan.
The sword struck the shadow bomb, the light met shadow and the two warred. Opposite yet equal energies, it was quite the thing to see. But it would be too late once Ruuvan had the chance to see what was truly happening. That shadow bomb was entirely too easy to deflect because just a moment after the light and dark collided, Maximos released the bomb from his grip leaving only the raw energies to fight.
His hand continued past to his true goal...the space in Ruuvan's armor below his neck. There was always space in a breastplate where armor was strapped in.
Maximos dug his fingers into the space and pulled back, stretching the bindings just enough to make room.
Room for what?
Well room for the real shadow bomb held in Maximos' left hand of course. A moment ago before the previous bomb was released there was a loud cracking, that was the sound of a piece of the bomb being snapped off. And Ruuvan had just expended his shield defending that piece. Now abusing the speed Maximos was so very known for, he was going to jam the larger, more potent Shadow Bomb directly down inside Ruuvan's armor, and then set it off.
That meant that his lovely armor, would FORCE the explosion directly against the elfs body maximizing its damage. Why? Because no one wore regular plate. It was always magical this, and supra that. If the blast was outside the armor would have endured, now it was inside to make sure Ruuvan did not.
It went without saying that with one arm being just stepped on, and the other having just deflected an attack that his swords were going to be useless. It was just a tad unlikely Ruuvan was going to be mounting a defense.
Feh...toys...
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:46 pm
Another time fallen to shadow; that was how it had been for Ruuvan through the years, fighting the dark yet never really winning. Even the last battle, if it could be called that, left him serving the Dark Lord himself.
The harness holding the chest-plate in place broke and sent the metal flying forward. It remained in one piece, a huge dent decimating the back creating a hill in the middle of it, and was sent hurtling at dangerous speeds towards Maximos. An unplanned assault, but one nonetheless.
Ruuvan lost his grip on the blades and was hurtled backwards. Breath escaped his gasps and blood ran out his nose and mouth from the sheer impact. A pure concussive force, resembling a small truck, struck directly into the centre of his chest. In a cloud of sand, the final part of the Light and Dark magic dissipating to show mainly darkness, Ruuvan lay still. One blade was stuck in the sand near Maximos, the other clutched tightly in the elf's right.
He lay still for a few moments, then stirred and brought his head up to gaze at his shadow; his opponent. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he forced himself to rise, shaky legs supporting him as he slowly rose to standing. His armour was gone, his sword was still in his hand, and determination replaced any look on his face. The Light swirled around him in a lazy fashion, clouds roaming the surface of a body, helping the damage he had received. Ruuvan had definitely been training, solely so one day he could match his oldest friend.
After spitting blood out from his mouth Ruuvan lowered himself into a defensive stance; his right sword held up, front knee bent, and his left hand bawled into a loose fist. On the defensive again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 10:22 pm
Sutiiven Stephen too could sense energy, and so could feel the energy behind Joe's punch. As it came in, he instinctively blocked the punch with an outer block, forcefully pushing the fist out of line with hits original (and possibly lethal) target, as well as sending it right past the man's bleeding shoulder. Joe had been correct to sense the incoming attack as a previously used move, but what he didn't take into account was that his own attack was launched as his own kicked connected. In other words, the time between the kick connecting, Sutii charging up, and the punch firing off were about the same time, meaning that Joe hadn't even waited for the man to fly into the trap. While it may have been good in theory, the timing was ever so slightly off enough that it made a WORLD of difference. Instead of throat shot-ing an opponent that would be walking right into it, he would be instead throwing a punch that could be dodged or blocked. Not that Stephen didn't give the man credit. The small window was almost negligible, and had he waited just that much longer, this fight would be headed in a far different direction. Instead, the direction would be going DOWN. Quote: Light Dash: Sutiiven releases a quick burst of energy, allowing himself to rapidly dash in any direction. (Spiritual Ability) Now, Sutii was not one to waste energy, so instead of taking it back in slowly, he decided to release it - plus a bit more. The effect was that of Stephen being fired at Joe in a much less controlled manner than if he had simply used the Z Rush. Using the burst would hopefully confuse the man long enough for Stephen to basically slide his arm across the punching arm that had been blocked and extend it outward. The slide would continue till near the end of the arm, at which point it would be brought up to the level of the man's neck in what would be best described as a flying clothesline - if flying clotheslines were backed with the force of a 180 lb human cannonball. Should it be successful, he would be taking down the man and coming to the ground with him, hopefully enabling him to slip on some Judo maneuvers or chokes to put him into submission - the man was by no means an easy opponent, and if he kept up the way he had been behaving, Stephen himself might find himself having to go in for the kill - and that is not something Stephen planned on doing unless he absolutely had to. Joe Smith hit the ground hard, and decided it was time for an All Out kill shot. As soon as he hit, he used his remaining energy to summon a spike to peirce through his right side, and to peirce through sutiiven's left side. Just in the area of the chest. ANd not a small spike either, a foot and a half wide at the base, and about two and a half feet long. Joe felt it peirce his coat, armor, skine, bone, cartelidge, muscle, peirce through more metal, more skin, armor, coat, and felt himself slide down on it further. Blood would launch from his mouth to Stephen's face. 0%
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 4:21 am
WHACK! Though for Ruuvan extended ears it would sound more like a dry thud mixed with a clang. It was the sound of breastplate hitting face. Hard. Maximos was, needless to say, prepared for the effects of his own attack he was the one planning it. It was unlikely that he'd be surprised. And, in fact...he wasnt. He thought the breastplate would be made of tougher stuff than it was, but he didnt armor his face. He took the hit straight on, cracks splintering across his countenance even as he smiled from ear to pale white ear. Ruuvan was a bloody mess, bruised, battered, coughing red. Theeere's my pound of flesh...that's what I'm due.... He said, cracks spreading and widening as he stretched his face. His dark eyes locking on Ruuvan. He wasnt exactly the picture of health himself. Bruised, scraped, cut, bleeding black down his arms, and parts of his face. But Ruuvan might just have learned his lesson. Maybe, maybe not. Regardless its seemed the elf still relied on the Light as something of a crutch... He paused, smirking, but decided he wasnt ready to play that card. Instead he stepped forward, not far, just far enough to place him in range of Ruuvan's sword. In a swift motion he kicked the black, his shin impacting the hilt ripping it from the ground and sending it spinning through the air, impacting the sandy soil directly in front of the elf. Black blood stained the hilt of the sword, crackling lightly. It looks like one of your toys are gone... Half mocking, half taunting the missing armor. He even moved so far as to swat the piece of dented metal away from his path with a deft motion of his tail. Just a scoot, not so much of a fierce blow. You still want to play? He said smiling.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 7:23 am
Almost as soon as the Light came it was gone, leaving Ruuvan to breathe easy and stand without shaking. Most of the effect was to dull the pain, but a rash 'stitching' together of a broken rib or two left him fighting fit again. Pain still tainted his chest, though he ignored it and continued to face down the shadow. All this talk of toys; Maximos and Ruu always used to spar with swords as far as he could remember. Never before had his friend ridiculed him in such a manner. Unarmed defeating armed, maybe he was just out of practice.
His bow still lay across his back with the quiver nestled even closer. Ruuvan adjusted his grip on his sword; not toys, but swords given to him before the battle that ended his life. So many fell to the flashing blades and his bow, too many to really count. Not as much as the Destroyer slaughtered, obviously, but he was no monster.
"Of course, friend." Ruuvan replied hoarsely, once again adjusting his grip on the sword.
Attacking was not his plan for now; simply defend and keep the shadow at bay until he was ready. Something was brewing within the Elf.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 3:59 pm
Damrius Joe Smith hit the ground hard, and decided it was time for an All Out kill shot. As soon as he hit, he used his remaining energy to summon a spike to peirce through his right side, and to pierce through Sutiiven's left side. Just in the area of the chest. And not a small spike either, a foot and a half wide at the base, and about two and a half feet long. Joe felt it pierce his coat, armor, skin, bone, cartilage, muscle, peirce through more metal, more skin, armor, coat, and felt himself slide down on it further. Blood would launch from his mouth to Stephen's face. 0% W-what?! Stephen knew his opponent meant business, but he did NOT expect a Kamikaze maneuver. Any attempt to dodge was made null as the rapidly rising spike of earth erupted through Joe's chest, following suit through himself. Even with his red jacket on, one could tell that an enormous amount of blood seeped from the wound. Stunned and unable to move from the pain, all he could do was return the favor and spew blood back in his opponents face. He held him self up as much as he could, trying his best not to fall on top of his opponent. He had a lot of respect for the man, and he fought well. Fortunately for the both of them, their deaths in the Void would be rendered... well, void... in the real world. "Not... bad..." And with that, he collapsed on top of his opponent, causing the spike to go through him even more, though either way, it didn't matter. This fight was over.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:18 am
Yes. Year in and year out, clash after clash, wound after wound they had used swords, guns, arrows, bows. But not armor. Never armor. That was what earned Ruuvan the lashing sarcasm.
But time for that was done.
Maximos held out his arm, the black swirling beneath his grasp, shadows laying out like bandages over a blade, he closed his grip around a hilt the suddenly manifested himself, and then with a loud "thud", the Dark Sword struck the ground, digging its tip into the soil.
One hundred and fifty pounds of shadowy metal, given form.
Excellent.
Maximos said before darting forward, both hands on the hilt of the sword as he crossed the distance between both fighters. The blades tip drug along the ground digging in the sand, and filling it with swarthy black ichor.
The blade was 6ft long and 10inches wide, with Maximos' roughly 2.5 feet of arm length, he had a little over 8ft of range. And it was at the 7ft mark that he swung the beast of the weapon with sickly speed, straight horizontal, starting the slashing with both hands but releasing his at mid point to allow the left to finish the motion.
It went without saying, he had the wieght advantage. One way or another, Ruuvan was going to feel this.
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