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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 5:29 pm
The kick to gut would causing a little bruising as well as forcing some of the air out of the biker's chest, causing his grip on the bat to loosen. He was not completely wounded due to the nature of his color change, which served to increase both his strengthen and durability. But alas he was forced to relinquish ownership of his bat for the moment, the combination of a loosened grip and pressure on his abdomen allowing the other man to fly back a few feet. Meanwhile, the biker was slightly hunched over in a right forward stance.
Not wanting to give the other man time to relax, he did not hesitate and giving pursuit. Recovering both his breathe and the short distance Narakuten would have traveled with a charge, he barreled straight into the other man's left side using his left arm to stiff arm the bat away as necessary.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 5:13 am
Ruuvan could feel the blades giving way, feel the scissors opening and clearing him from danger. Then Maximos shifted accordingly, grinding the blades along the bow coming straight for his hands, though they would find nothing.
As soon as the bow had hit the blades, forced them open, and cleared them from stabbing into him, Ruuvan brought his legs to his chest and continued forward; from an outside view he looked to be a ball on the end of his bow, the swords quickly scraping up towards him. Forward momentum was still behind him, the bow tipping towards Maximos now there was a weight on top carrying it over. Then he let go, having enough speed to clear Max's head and land a few feet behind him. The bow would fall to the ground, as the energy was quickly dissipated into the swords.
Ruuvan quickly spun to face Max's back and drew his short sword the moment he landed, leaping off the ground with the blade poised to stab into the shadow's back. It only seemed fair he try to run his friend through in this spar, then they'd be even from last time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 12:27 am
An elf if there ever was one.
Ruuvan was bringing back memories now, the sort that had slipped even the shadows mind but were pouring back in now, as if someone had open a plug at the bottom of a small ocean.
Ruuvan tucked in and soared overhead using the tension of his bow so very gracefully to carry him directly over the Shadow's head. Max remembered this...not this move, but this style, the way the elf moved, the way he sliced through opposition. He remembered standing at opposite sides of a battlefield with the man, his footprints having drawn a straight line through a trail of dead enemies while at his back Ruuvan's footprints littered the walls, roofing, floors, and enemies themselves detailing a bloody yet beautiful dance through the battlefield.
He was proud to call this man friend.
Ruuvan's weight would be supported by Max's right arm, his stronger arm, as Maximos let his left began to fall. Simple logic told Maximos that if Ruuvan was flipping over him, he was going to be behind him. And if he was behind him, he was not going to take respite, he was going to take aim or...
Maximos' head whipped to the side, followed by his shoulders, and hips, and finally his right leg as he pivoted on his left. Before he his eyes ever met Ruuvan, his ears caught the sound of a bow thudding against the rock ground. If he bow fell, he wasnt aiming he was...
Maximos' left hand rose in anticipation of something, he had no idea what, but the blade was long enough to run a defensive line down his form with its underhanded grip. His eyes met Ruuvan's finally as the sound of metal against metal filled the air. The swords had met, Ruuvans attempt to impale Maximos had been thwarted. And without missing a beat, Maximos brought his right hand crashing down, it had already been raised from Ruuvan's flip, and now fell aiming to detail another slash across the mans chest.
It wouldnt be until a few seconds later that Max's brain would recognize the growing wetness in the midsection between his chest and stomach where Ruuvan's blade had been pushed aside inches from impaling, but where Max's sideways turned body had left every opening for the sword to cut a horizontal streak that cried crimson.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:42 pm
Ryugi Kazamaru Its massive size would be its downfall... (Yes, all the way back from page 181.) It was true that the Juggernaut's SIZE and weight would be a hindrance, but not its armor. The Juggernaut's Armor was designed to take shots from weapons as strong as those on the Imperial Battleships of his own nation, although not necessarily without damage. He would also have some knowledge of the White Comet's actions, having his ship's live video feed. Regardless, the combined force of his two Sideslip Missles and the exploding Marauder Cannon would enough to deplete his remaining 54% of Shielding, and with the White Comet's incoming blade, the ESMD and the Phalanx would have no Shield Particles to manipulate. Thus, the Juggernaut had only one choice: to take the hit, but not without reaction. The Juggernaut's Right arm would be removed by the "blade", and its built-in missle launcher deactivated. The blade would scathe its torso, and the damage would be done. The massive weight of the VOX would be enough to prevent gyro overload, and then came the counterattack. "Channel energy from AVT Thrusters to ERAZR. FIRE!"The ERAZR would burst out towards the approaching White Comet, now closer than ever, and with its already forward trajectory, and being even closer than the last time he avoided, avoiding now would be in vain. The oversized beam travelled blindingly fast, and no attempt to cut through it or blast it away would do any good. SHIELD INTEGRITY: 0% (Recharge initiating)
HULL INTEGRITY: 70%
Time to ERAZR-00, Left Unit Charge: 00:28:65 Zeiger was prepared to take more extreme actions if need be, and his ship prepared for any commands. There would be no honor in deploying another Battle Unit, nor in using his ship's weaponry to assist him in the fight, so he would refrain. But, if his ship could assist him personally, he wouldn't hesitate. The White Comet had brought a Mortar Cannon for assistance; Zeiger had his ship.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 4:50 am
Ruuvan was digging unconsciously through his past memories as the fight continued, old skills and techniques long forgotten returning like a flood. None of it could be registered, all his focus was on his opponent, but his body knew what to do.
The moment Ruuvan's sword collided with metal his left leg swung around behind him counter-clockwise, his body following the motion as he held onto the blade. Maximos' second sword would slash through nothing but air as Ruuvan continued the spin, keeping his sword pressed against Max's to keep it pinned. What came next was not ordinary for him; As his back was turned on the shadow during the spin, placing his arm in an uncomfortable position to keep the sword in place, he pulled it away and followed through on the spin with his left hand. It would hit like a sledgehammer; a spinning backhanded fist to the side of the shadows' face.
Whether or not it hit didn't matter, Ruuvan just intended to get away from the counter-attack. He finished the spin facing Maximos a few steps back... if all went accordingly and he was now seeing stars.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 2:23 am
Elegant, graceful, acrobatic, beautifully performed!
All words Maximos would have used in earlier days, and today to describe Ruuvan's form in battle. After all, he was an elf...and elves did not gain their reputations from nothingness.
Max expected his sword to miss, it came as no surprise. The surprise was in what would come next! Max could never tell! Would there be a somersault? Maybe some sort of graceful blade maneuver? He was lost in the nostalgia of it all--
WHAM!
--But Ruuvan had done some growing didnt he? He was an Elemengal Ranger, and then a mercenary before being an elf yet again. He had learned new moves! And here Max was so concentrated on the past...that he nearly lost several teeth, and gained a slanted jaw. His only saving grace came from his own ignorance and his fluid style. He was hit so quickly, so directly, he had absolutely no chance to defend, to steel himself to the blow, to tough against it...nothing! His head whipped to the side, and his neck, body and even footing followed fluidly.
Maximos whipped around, his feet kicking up sand as his cloak flair dramatically, and he came to a stumbling stop a few paces back. A gloved hand rubbed his cheet, and held Sha'yd in reverse between two fingers as the rest moved his jaw back and forth with no small amount of pain, feeling for a break. His pale lips stained with red as a trail of blood slipped down his chin from the very much busted lip he now sported. And then of course, his side began to bleed where it had been bitten.
Needless to say, during any of this time Maximos was entirely open.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 9:02 am
Keep up the attack, do not let up! Some commanding voice echoed in the back of his head, a face beginning to form and a memory coming forward, but there was no time for such things.
Ruuvan finished the spin as intended, still with his blade in hand. Maximos had kicked up quite a bit of dust, not enough to pose an advantage for the elf sadly, and was seemingly re-adjusting his jaw.
Do not let up!
He dashed forward, several long strides making up the distance between himself and his target. Ruuvan's blade came straight forward as he ran, aiming to stab straight through the shadow yet again. His left arm was held at his side, the bracer on his forearm set to counter any blade that might've come against him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 2:35 pm
Days....months....years had passed since his release into this dark realm, and yet in his eyes it could easily have been an hour. Sleep was unimportant, light neglible despite the glow this realm seemed to possess, and food was oddly plentiful in a realm where your own thoughts could realistically create a location. As of right now though, the swiftly loping form of Hunter was simply running through the dark mist, chasing nothing but his own shadow, sweat creating a slight shine to his body as muscles interplayed below his skin. His claws made no noise as they peirced into ground that he could not see, darkness to his eyes.
He couldn't even feel the wind, couldn't see the sun of this realm, and where that might bother creatures possessing more intelligence, it hardly registered in this Void Spawned creature. Hunter could somehow feel prey approaching....somehow, he KNEW.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:07 pm
There was a loud noise followed by a loud scream, also followed by a louder *PAF!* and a cloud of dust. Upon clearing, a man dressed in a red jacket with long hair grunted and got to his feet, dusting himself off.
"For the love of... one of these days there needs to be like... a car that picks me up and drives me here."
He then glanced over to the man... or something... facing him.
"Oh COME ON! Can't I just get ported here and have a cup of tea and a philosophical debate with someone or something?! Every freakin' time..."
He sighed and shifted his weight to ready himself for whatever was about to happen.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:13 pm
That....that was suprising right there. Suprising enough to give Hunter pause, stopping in his tracks, settling back on his foot claws, knees almost touching his chest as he cocked his head in an oddly doglike expression. Was...was this prey? It didn't smell like prey. Infact it smelled like Hunter himself, only cleaner. His shock gone, the beast man began to move around Stephen slowly, moving on all fours like always, the claws making this much easier despite the fact that he could likely do it without them.
The red of Stephens jacket was almost entrancing, the only splash of color he had seen in his entire life, so used to the dark greys, blacks and whites of his original cell and the Surgeons operating room. He slowly got closer as he circled, moving in a nautelus patern, stopping when he was within five feet, although still circling.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:28 pm
The beast... or something... approached, causing Stephen to back up slightly.
"Hey now, easy there."
He edged back slightly, keeping his hands up, ready for action, and made his energy flow through him to warm it up to the idea of combat.
"All right... before we do whatever it is you think we're gonna do... who... or what... are you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:36 pm
Nothing more than a soft clicking came fourth from behind the iron mask, Hunter leaning in over his front claws, slowly coming to balance solely on the tips, his legs lifting and then moving up so that his feet were level with his shoulders for amoment before dropping back to the ground. If he was capable of speech, Hunter would likely have replied, but he couldn't. He was beginning to veiw Stephen as a source of food though, he hadn't attacked yet and since he was smaller, it was starting to become clear that MAYBE he could be eaten?
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 4:05 pm
"...Wonderful. I'm fighting a Predator. If he cloaks on me, I'll just marinate myself in hot sauce and serve myself with a side of chips. GOD, do I hate this place..."
He stopped moving backward, noting that his Predator comment wasn't far from the truth - he realised that the creature was indeed stalking him. Like a predatory creature.
"Hmm. I see. Well then. If you wanna eat me, you're gonna have to try harder than you are. For example: "
He flourished and shot a simple warning shot of spiritual energy - not too strenuous to him, but it would get the creatures attention, and hopefully tell it that his potential meal was not gonna sit back and go down without a fight.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 12:06 am
The Ethereal Void: a dimension that existed outside the bounds of time and space. There was a ripple in reality as Ammiel Moonblade was rather unceremoniously transported to this alternate world. Moonblade found himself in a forested area alongside the top of a mountain. Being relatively close to a cliff, he had the perfect chance to orientate himself and get a feel for the lay of the land. It was the apocalypse of a dying world. "..."The constant earthquakes, eruptions, and falling debris would all but prevent conventional combat. Under the best circumstances, both participants would find themselves killed by a meteorite. But this wasn't reality; all Moonblade had to do was kill his would be opponent first so he could go back to his state of non-existence. Drawing his spear, Moonblade prepared for a potential ambush.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 12:28 am
Vargas was in the process of returning from his travels when he found himself on the dieing planet no more then twenty feet in front of a feminine young man. He had no initial hostilities towards the boy, but an eerie sensation crawled down his spine. For some reason, he knew that the only way to return was to kill the young boy before him. He scoffed underneath his breath as he looked down with disappointment. Even though he was his opponent, he still had no ill will towards him, he just had to kill him.
Vargas wasn’t one to rush into battle normally, but his opponent was armed and had the advantage at a distance. Knowing this, Vargas dashed towards Moonblade, watching his hands and face for even the slightest twitch.
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