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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:14 pm
Nathan failed to brace his neck, but the Shove failed to break it. This wasn't working. He traced Steel to his fists and started flailing, since Jenner was holding the wire on him. It was searing flesh, but it hadn't gotten far yet - Nathan was about to trace his Fire and see if he could absorb the heat instead of getting burned by it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:18 pm
((What's this about a headbutt?))
Jenner disengaged his Wire and Shoved Nathan back. He flicked Wire out at a window and wrapped it around some sort of firm anchor within. With an experimental tug, he wrapped his Wire around the thick material of his glove and began to scale the wall.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:20 pm
Furiously, Nathan created another Fire Arrow. Ascending a building would be slow work; Nathan took a shot that would force Jenner to drop off the building or hit him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:24 pm
Jenner rolled sideways along the building and reciprocated the fire arrow as it scorched the building where he'd been. He was about a floor up - having the metallic prehensile wire simply retract itself made him have to do less of the actual work.
((BRB, chores an' s**t.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:30 pm
Nathan side-stepped the incoming Fire Arrow, then had an idea.
Wire could only get so hot before it got weak, even prehensile wire that could be heated.
Nathan got closer and traced the Fire Mysticker, letting it heat a single location on the wire, close to the window sill, throwing the Mysticker into overdrive. He still had Steel if it came to it.
((GAY))
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:00 pm
"********-" was as far as Jenner got before screaming at the strain on his shoulders when he caught the first handhold he could catch. He began spam weak but flashy fire at Nathan as he sought something to use to lower himself the rest of the way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:28 pm
Blaine managed to separate from Mike, just as they heard Jenner shouting. Mike decided it would be good to check it out, so he swung a final punch at the panting Blaine, then took off to check it out. He turned the corner and vanished from Blaine's view.
The mysterious commander hit the wall beneath and to the left of Jenner, dangerously weakening his hold. He would either have to fall, or stop spamming fire for a few seconds.
The man threw himself back into the fight. It raged all across the yard.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:36 pm
Blaine ducked the punch. <******** this he thought.
He needed to find his team, he sought out to do just that.
His adrenaline began to wear off.
Damn...his hand were dirty. The rate of his breathing increased as he realized this. He held his hands, palms up, in front of him. He attempted to clean them on his jeans. It helped, but his hands were still dirty. He needed water.
They felt sticky, so dirty! Shivers crawled up his spine as he walked along.
Sick! His personal space had been severely penetrated by Mike. Another wave of shivers. His clothes were dirty, his hair probably had bugs and dirt crawling all over it.
He had no idea if his face was dirty. He assumed the worse.
He was on the verge of hyperventilation. He walked stiffly, his hands held out, palm up, in front of him, wanting to scratch his head to clear it of any dirt. He couldn't, his hands were too dirt for him to even fathom touching any part of exposed skin.
Crap! What if his cuts were infected! Today was not a good day.
His chest was heaving as he search for clean water and his team.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:58 pm
Jenner threw his wire up around a pipe and hurriedly rappelled down to the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 12:37 am
((Wow...sorry about missing this thread also I'm going with the idea I know how to use mystickers.))
Veral'De dashed to the injured Crash and reached into his pouch for the mystickers he was given. As he reached Crash he pulled out the Battery 1 mysticker Heal Edition and placed it on his arm. Veral'De then traced the mysticker and felt a slight drop in his own energy as it went to work. The power meter on the battery slowly started to fill as it went to heal Crash.
Seeing that the damage on Crash was starting to lessen Veral'De moved on to the next person he was to heal. To make sure he was prepared for attacks he placed both Light 1 mystickers he owned on each of his palms so no one could see them. Also it added an element of surprise for him just incase he was attacked.
He placed another Battery 1: Heal Edition mysticker on his next intended target and watched to make sure the job was getting done. A slight smiled appeared on his face that slowly turned into a grin, as he was finally doing something fun.
((Edit in who the next target actually is, because I really have no idea.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 12:27 pm
Nathan shot another fire arrow as Jenner descended.
((Nathan is pretty dang effective so far. I'm surprised.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:12 pm
Jenner dropped the remaining three feet to the ground as the fire arrow melted his thin wire again.
"Stop that!" he snapped, whipping molten wire at Nathan from where he'd landed, several feet away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:29 pm
((No prob, ewock. Good to see you back.
Although, for future reference, please don't add a Mysticker like that without asking me. I'll allow it this time, but this rule goes for everyone.))
Veral'De rounded the corner to see everyone fighting. It was...shocking, to say the least.
Jenner's wire was snapped out of the air as a projectile moving too rapidly to see hit it. It seemed to come from the man, but there was no way to tell as he continually fought with General Sokaru.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:42 pm
Blaine was still all dirty and freaked out.
((What the hell do you want from me?))
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