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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:13 pm
Success. Pain was nothing to shy away from, a lesson Robyn seemed steeped in well enough as she grasped her weapon steadfast through the blaze. If you could overcome the agony, how focused your mind could become if only a brief while; always fascinating.
However, Omi's eyes too lit ablaze as the reflections of the embers cast unto his pupils caused both eyes to widen. That woman was thrown unto the tides of the fire hell, weapon and hands submerged. Robyn's elongated arms were noted by him, given Barsait was taller yet, strangely found his reach falling short in comparison. Still, that fox-like woman grew accustomed to being on all fours with ease, eyes pulsating in a manner most unnatural for a moment's time.
Barsait's eyes bore into her own for that brief time, even from their distance. The nerve of him was astounding; it was eerie, always had been to he himself, that the more chaos and hell settled in, the more this [artist] lost his composure and shifted into what felt more natural. His personality growing wild, a toothy grin baring white teeth. Yes, in the hot sun, sweat glistening off his flesh, the man felt as though he were upon a battlefield at last. Even Barsait's speech lost its formal tone, though an accompanying strength could be made out in that booming voice:
"Oi. You seem a bit feisty right now.. don'tchya think I can get wild too, though?" Robyn's wounded right arm with slow expertise was at this point coming flat to the ground. Barsait kept speaking with such an energetic zeal in his bold voice: "I keep hearing talk about monsters and demons and gods all the time, more and more and more; tired of it. Humans are true beasts, man!" Again motionless, tender moments separated their next clash. "Form is only lines and color, it's how you shape it that matters a damn and that's why I kill monsters, I kill demons, I KILL GODS-"
Yeah. The bittersweet wind so cool blew through the man's hair and cooled the dew of his sweat as that metal rod was abandoned, and as motion began, a man named Omi Barsait howled:
" COME ON!!"
Lightning fast, Omi would not be able to nor did he need to keep up with that kind of speed. He simply knew Robyn was charging, charging, leaping at his skull, and he had an appropriate counter for that amidst the searing sun's grace. Left leg slid forward, right leg suddenly stomped ahead boot first-
And the rest of his body followed.
He literally threw himself into Robyn with an impromptu jump forward, right hand grasping Omi's face as that snake pauldron blocked his visage. Superior weight naturally let alone with his armor, his plan was to shoulder check that fox dead on, betting his force could crush her momentum.
Yes, it seemed impossible to fail, his right shoulder roaring through the air! Through the air..!
"What-" was about all the [artist] could get out of his lips, as the doppelganger dissipated into thin air. Thanks to the fact Omi was airborne a ways and was smashing ahead off the ground, the resistance Barsait was expecting not even existing definitely threw him for quite a damned loop.
Into his mid-lower legs the true Robyn would crash, causing Barsait to literally flop over on top of her. Thankfully, his legs were also coated in that lovely mesh, something she would no doubt discover- but, those flaming claws were a problem as a few would no doubt loop in between the rings and dig into his flesh for a firm grip. Blood would be drawn.
Of course, Omi literally having no clue what in the hell just happened, decided mid-action to secure himself. Robyn ironically provided this function for his legs, his waist was secured nicely by her upper-back to neck, Omi's arms rapidly latched around her waist for dear life given, and out of the moment-
Barsait's sharp teeth went for the first thing they could. A certain bushy, livid fox tail, closer to the base so that his head could rest against the woman's lower backside. Not exactly how Omi planned to first put his mouth on a woman, but a powerful chomp signified the effort.
Whether she was strong enough to literally carry Barsait along would remain to be seen. Maybe she couldn't support the weight and would get flattened onto the marble floor. But meanwhile, Omi was trying to get his barrings straight, earnestly confused as all living hell and acting out of wit & instinct at this point. No doubt this was dangerous, and probably bordering on sexual harassment, but in all due truth: Barsait was still reeling from his little flight path.
It was time to ride the fox, it seemed..
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (7)]
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:01 am
Robyn’s face was distorted in a snarl as she tackled Omi’s legs. Not only did her arm hurt like hell, crashing herself into his armoured legs was no fun either. Her shoulder jolted, causing more waves of pain in her injured arm. She had to get the advantage somehow, now, otherwise she would be done for, not being able to use her right arm and all. The other reason she was snarling was that she was pissed as all get out. There were two stages of a fight, at least to her. Some fights might only stay in one or the other, or switch. But once they switched, they didn’t go back. You had your fun stage, where it was healthy competition, and you’re doing your best just to do well. Then there’s the serious stage. No more jokes, no more smirks. And you start really trying to hurt your opponent.
The fox girl was in the serious stage now. And when she connected with her target, there was both more and less resistance than she had expected. More, because he had thrown himself forward, less because he was now in the air. Her momentum stopped the instant she crashed into him, reversing her direction of flight. The reason being, when they met in the air, she had been in the air longer, and had already lost some momentum, while he was full force. Supernatural strength didn’t help with that when you weighed a hell of a lot less. Not saying Omi was fat, but that he had all that armour and stuff on.
The now-flying pair didn’t go back too much though, their accelerations mostly cancelling each other out. So there they were, suspended in the air for a brief moment, and what does Robyn then feel? Arms circling her waist, a face pressed against her butt, and some teeth at the base of her tail. Even though it was the base, there was still plenty of thick fur to cushion it, and she would feel only a small twinge of pain as he bit the appendage. But still, dang! Most guys at least tried to buy her a drink first.
Her face lost some of its anger as her green eyes gained a “What the ********?” look. A look that lasted only a second before both fighters hit the ground hard, another half-bark escaping her lips when her injured arm smashed against the hard floor. The sudden landing caused the wind to be knocked out of her slightly, her chest heaving as she struggled for air. That was pretty much the only damaging effect, however, no crushing limbs or organs due to the weight on top of her body. Another second of struggle, and sweet air rushed back into her lungs.
Throughout, she managed to keep her left hand dug into his leg, and before she even really thought about what she was doing, her body had twisted, flipping the pair over so they were both on their backs, with Omi on the bottom. The arm that gripped his leg shifted the limb so that instead of resting on her shoulder, the thigh was pressed against the side of it. The new position gave her some leverage, and so, with all her strength, she angled the leg and then pulled, attempting to rotate the lower leg into a new and frightfully exciting position. His chain mail, while preventing her from doing some serious clawing damage, didn’t really protect against twisting, being loose and all.
Hopefully he didn’t have bones like she did, although her strength would still cause quite a bit of damage even if her opponent did have a durable skeleton. The extra burst of flame that his attack had caused was dying down, returning the fire to the ability’s usual level. The fox girl had had her flame up for a bit now, and the power was beginning to drain. Still, he didn’t seem to like fire that wasn’t his own. So she kept it up through her leg-breaking attempt, trying to cause as much damage as possible before he got his wits back.
[Bringin’ the Heat: 7 – Weapon Flame (Active 4)]
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:49 pm
Flying and tumbling, those were experiences you could really only have in combat. Better still if they didn't end with a blade piercing into your gut, something Omi was always paranoid of! All the same, to flail with a woman's body along the ground, there were certainly worse fates in the world. Yet, to be absorbed in such pleasantries would have to wait for another time no matter what their intent were, even if he had just made quite a bit of inadvertent progress on roaming Robyn's frame.
This was a turning moment. One the awakening Barsait would not let escape.
Coming to his senses, Omi could assess the situation well enough. Either Robyn had moved with the speed of the gods, or had played some kind of light trick on his ever eager eyes, for the mass this warrior struck disappeared to allow a force to plow into his lower body. Given the [artist] was a fighter in every year of the [Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai] yet, the rules were well known in his analytical head:Quote: This is a single man tournament.. ..no outside intervention (friends, familiars, summons, or otherwise) will be permitted. Should a tournament participant interfere in a match, he or she will be disqualified from the tournament. Yes, therefore the explanations were limited. Omi would now be a little more wary of this tactic were it to occur again, although his body about to land back-first onto the ground from their little flip took some priority as those fleeting moments of the man's teeth exiting the fox's thicker base tail caused the "snake's" wry tongue to flicker over it instinctively just once. Yes, just once before:
[CRASH]
Robyn's powerful left claw was beginning to cause problems. Obviously, Omi's left leg would attempt to resists the angle she attempted to place it at, and his right would grind its inner-mesh across her flesh in the hopes of aiding this process. But, that simply wasn't good enough, as those lips of his parted with trademark fang-like teeth practically gnawing at air in anticipation of great pain.
He knew that in precious seconds, this Robyn's great strength would overtake him and cost him a limb. That was not acceptable. Thankfully, she was so preoccupied with his left leg, twisting it by the shin that claw was so dug into, that she had seemingly forgotten entirely.. Serpentine Condition [Left Hand]
[+]Ring Finger Serpent has been surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata]. However, it has remained passive, or at least until now. (Striking!!)
Thanks to how the two were aligned, and Omi being below the lovely fox which pinned him, even with her impressive bestial strength, rearing back that left pauldron-coated hand enough to simply slide the [Ignus Pata] into the bare flesh of her left arm took exceedingly little effort thanks to what it was occupied with. Both being aligned the way they were, it was what you could call a guaranteed shot, his tongue already nimbly guiding the forlorn Ring serpent into the offending arm's new crimson slit.
Groaning bone, Omi Barsait felt sweat across his skin. The potential of his leg getting twisted was a new enough experience for the moment, and truth be told, being in the hot sun under a woman as their bodies mashed together was reason enough to sweat.
Yet, it seemed he was trading a leg's mobility..
.. for another arm, as a malicious serpent festered and invaded Robyn's body once again.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (8)]
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 1:59 am
Being on top, with her torso raised for better leverage, Robyn had a much better vantage point than Omi did. In fact, she was slightly impressed with the fact he could aim that well when his face was pressed into her backside. Unfortunately for him, once she was in the right position, snapping his leg at the knee would take only one jerk, seeing as she was using her full strength, and he apparently didn't have an above-average durability like she did.
So due to timing, if he was lifting his sword as she started yanking, the leg would have snapped before he got very far. And again, due to her vantage point, which happened to be angled more over his left side, the fox girl could easily spot the movement of his arm, even if she couldn't see his sword that well. As she twisted the leg at his knee, she would pull the now-poseable limb in front of her, intercepting his sword in a fluid movement continuing from her breaking pull. The serpent dude had already gotten one of her arms, she was not about to let him get the other. The cursed girl allowed herself a chuckle at the unlikely thought that he would explode his own leg.
Robyn quickly settled back into serious mode, though. Now, she wasn't exactly a wrestler or a grappler, and her instincts were screaming at her to roll off her opponent and get some distance between them. But her logical mind also didn't want to relinquish the position she had over him.
Omi wasn't kidding about the sweating. Under the sun, fighting with all their energy, and channeling fire, in her case? Yeah, she was warm, sweat dripping down her brow. At least her hat kept most of the strands out of her face, and soaked quite a bit to prevent her vision being impaired as she fought.
Instinct won out, and with a great heave, she rolled back onto her shoulders as much as she could, legs raising in the air even as she lifted her opponent slightly off the ground. Her legs would curl up under her, and using her body weight as well as her leg strength, she'd slam both feet into where she judged his head to be by the sensations against her back. Considering both his arms were around her waist, she'd like to see him block that. Hoping that stunning blow would daze him enough to let go, she'd roll up again, this time completing the move's transition into an over the shoulder back roll, using her left since going over her right would put her rolling over his legs. Its job done, she also relinquished her fire, the flames not even fading or sputtering out, just vanishing as though they had never existed.
Her tail would wrap around her left leg as she brought herself up the first time, minimizing Omi's chances of grabbing or biting it again. Again, due to all the fur, she had felt something pressing against it as he released his bite, but she lacked the senses to define it. Her roll complete, she stood up, an action that Omi would now find it hard or nearly impossible to do. Panting hard as her arm hung at her side, the left would go digging into a small pouch on the back of her belt. Thanking the kami that she was left-handed, her clawed extremity grasped two of the shuriken nestled in there, and with a flash of movement, flung them straight at Omi's currently-unprotected face.
Robyn's tail lashed, and her arm hung limp, but she was far from done. Hell, she probably could have fought even with no arms, although she would have had to relinquish her weapon use. She was very resilient. And it was time to gain back the upper hand.
[Bringin' the Heat: 8 - Weapon Flame (Extinguished)]
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:12 am
Undeniable pain would scream through Omi's left leg, the knee furious that such a transgression had even been given thought. Indeed, as sturdy a b*****d as Barsait was, he was a human with standard bones and skin; some otherworldly durability of the body never was what won him battles. Far from it, they cost him great suffering.
..However, as she chuckled, Barsait merely remained steadfast - the agonizing pain only intensifying his resolve. You see, in twisting his left leg, Robyn had well succeeded; yet, using the leg as some makeshift guard was ill-advised and ineffective for a very simple reason. It was coated by Omi's standard mesh, meaning the [Ignus Pata] never even grazed his skin by a millimeter in that scenario. As for sight, one scarcely needed precision when in such close proximity, something the serpent would prove-
Deadly. Quickly, Omi shifted the blade into a vertical position, sliding it along his own body. Thanks to the chain mesh not allowing his blade to simply slash into his flesh, combined with his overwhelming dexterity and the now imposable leg of his that wouldn't get in the way - this was remarkably easy; after all, no longer was his left arm around her waist, given it had been extending to go for Robyn's right arm earlier after all! The pauldron helped this, giving his blade a little sliding "buffer" to get into the position he desired.
Vertical shifting to horizontal with a single flicker, Barsait couldn't see Robyn's front-side too easily right now - but from his position, her legs were too easy to spot amidst the burning sweat in his eyes and the throbs of pain his own left kept screaming into his mind.
Even as his right leg began to furiously thrash about, kneecap repeatedly attempting to bellow into the woman anywhere it could - the true danger was her own attack. Legs curling up under her, spread apart enough.. enough.. ENOUGH that a certain crimson blade could wedge through the momentary opening of her feet, and began relentlessly flickering back and forth like a demented pendulum.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Yes, his head was struck, bracing for impact as it did so - but compared to the insane rolls of earlier and his left leg, this was nothing enough to make him lose his cool. All he had to do was flick his wrist to the left, the right, the left, the right - making nice, easy little gashes in her inner left and inner right leg, nothing too deep but deep enough. Five good cuts' worth like that, two left leg, three right- and we all know what that meant.Serpentine Condition [Left Hand]
[+]Ring Finger Serpent has been surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata]. Now is bellowing into Robyn's exposed lower-mid left leg through a freshly made wound. (Striking!!)
[+]Tongue Serpent is currently manifesting. (Progress)
[Right Hand]
[+]Index Finger Serpent is currently manifesting. (Progress)
[+]Middle Finger Serpent is currently manifesting. (Progress)
[+]Ring Finger Serpent is currently manifesting. (Progress)
Happily allowing Robyn to stand up bar her roll being complete, perhaps she would feel that familiar feeling of an unnatural entity roaming her innards, swerving through the bones and blood vessels as it forced its way higher through her left leg- higher, higher, higher!!
That snake pauldron incidentally widened his hand's presence considerably, meaning where it was at the time (damn close to his face), it would feel the two shuriken blades lodge into it rather than his gauntlets, rather than his wrist's mesh, rather than his hands, and finally rather than his face; sleight of hand won again! To top it, these were no simple pauldrons, but heavily fire resistant ones designed to modify the structure of flames Omi gushed out of them time to time, so even if these shurikens followed the same design choice as her metallic rod, Robyn would find this time they were woefully ineffective. Yet, strangely, rather than get up as Barsait forced his left leg to painfully move back over where it belonged - he simply laid.
Ironically, wounding his mobility was not exactly a crippling blow to Omi. No. Rather content in fighting from his current position even as his waist forced him to sit upright on his a**, perhaps he would not be able to stand properly. But now, soon, as the mouth of the ground-directed right serpent pauldron on his right gauntlet began to glow an ominous dark red, it appeared that may have been the least of anyone's concerns..
"Likin' her. Seem to be getting the edge on her every time she gets in close to inflict some real damage, but she's so damned strong that she can twist a leg just like that; I'm interested how a body like that can be as tough as it is, might need to do a little inspection after this.."
Humorous, or perhaps lecherous thoughts to keep his mind focused on the fight rather than on his left leg which was time and again demanding attention. Omi Barsait was quite the tenacious individual. No doubt in that, both eyes furrowed even as his lips parted in the very same grin as before.
He was about to take another limb, and set the groundwork for much worse if he could wing it. The [artist] simply had to keep a serene state of mind, even as his lust, adrenaline, pain, and battle frenzy all attempted to unhinge it.
"Tch tch tch." A finger wagged back and forth at the end of Robyn's shuriken toss. Granted, he hadn't specifically meant to block them, having not known they were incoming and instead guarding his face out of habit, but why tell your opponent that? "Need better than that Robyn~" A sing-song, taunting voice that all the same sounded pleased.
That sun.. his own sweat felt like an oasis, drying up by the second. Blood and sweat pouring from them both, inside or out. A fine battle for Omi's tastes.
But it was his every intention to win.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (9)]
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:30 pm
Robyn was really starting to get sick of these snakes. She'd felt the nicks on her legs as he lightly slashed, surprised he didn't try to put more force behind it. But of course, he was just making openings for his little fire monster...things. She rolled off and away, cursing the creations. Another curse escaped her lips when he blocked her shuriken by practically sheer luck. He started more of his woo-woo glow stuff, along with some word that she didn't pay much attention to, seeing as she was more concerned with the teeth-gritting feeling of that serpent moving through her leg. Last time, he'd given a few seconds for it to wiggle as much as possible before making it go all "asplodey", and she hoped she would be granted the same benefit now. The snakes had seemed to be pretty easily dispatchable when she had hit them with her staff earlier. Unfortunately, her staff was a tad far, behind Omi. Not that she would be able to wield it anyways. She had her dagger, but the angle was all wrong; she'd have to cut into her leg to get any leverage on the creature. Which admittedly left her with very few options. Or maybe a couple of them combined...but she would need more time than she likely had. Her quick mind analyzed everything it could, sorting through everything that could possibly be important. Then something clicked. Being host to a demon that seemed to specialize in seduction and lust, she had an almost supernatural sense for that kind of stuff. Not to mention, she was the tiniest bit arrogant, and would probably have been thinking that her plan would work, even if Omi hadn't shown any signs. While not drop-dead gorgeous, Robyn was still attractive, sort of a girl-next-door meets tomboy look to her. And due to her now-mixed personality, what used to be a shy young girl was now a confident and, honestly, manipulating young woman, who could care less about guys and girls drooling over her, unless it satisfied her own needs. Considering her roll had taken her only a few feet away from him, the fox girl was plenty in range, and it wouldn't take long for her ability to come into affect. Quote: -Seduction: Robyn is capable of creating a pheromone that causes most people to at least become interested in her, if not downright start lusting after her. Those with strong wills will be able to resist, although they might not realize what she is doing. Also, if they realize what she is doing (ie: see somebody else under the effects; have felt the effects before), it’s easier for them to not be affected. She can choose to only affect certain people, or create a field around her, both types reaching only about 10 feet. People who would not be attracted to her in any way will feel their attention shifting towards her, only in interest, not physical attractiveness. This basically had the equivalent of shining a spotlight on her and looking through the ultimate beer goggles. Robyn would appear irresistible, sexy and appealing beyond belief. Granted, no one but Omi would have any clue what she was doing, the range so short. Plus, even if there had been people close enough, she was singling him out, hoping that through the heat of battle, his will would be unguarded enough that it wouldn't just be idly brushed off. He hopefully also wouldn't want too much harm to come to his new eye candy. While she released that, her left hand would be reaching down, attempting to dig her claws in to the serpent climbing through her leg. Her hand shook slightly, the feeling of that... thing crawling incredibly unnerving. But she would grab at it, angling her claws to try to tear through it. As she did that, she'd also close the rest of her hand around its width, no fear of being burned through her hands, and pull, seeing if she could maybe drag the thing out of its hopeful home. [Bringin' the Heat: 9 - Seduction (Active)]
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:51 pm
Omi Barsait was an analyst even in stressful situations. In this fight, he had came to the conclusions:
+Robyn was physically stronger and more durable than he.
+Her flesh seemed to not mind flames so much from the outside. As expected however, the innards were a different story.
+She was very, very agile; however, the woman seemed prone to close range combat, and only managed significant damage at said range. Her mid~long range options seem opportunistic at best, as the failed shuriken barrage demonstrated.
Based on the above, it wasn't difficult to venture why Omi had acted as he had thus far. Sure, Barsait had lost full functionality of a leg, and took a few scrapes and bruises here and there - but it was the trade! What was some pain if it meant a crippled opponent, a fate the fox came closer and closer to with every encounter? No, he wanted Robyn close, again and again; ergo the left leg twisted to hell not bothering him so badly.
Still, so many things threatened to unnerve the warrior; being on the floor wasn't a minor one of them! More so however, lust, rage, the thrill of combat, the duty Barsait knew had to be accomplished, the sense of justice that had to be carried farther into the tournament; it was a mixed blessing, such a fun opponent so very early.
All that mattered now however, was to keep that serene state of mind amidst all those roaring feelings that tugged at Omi's heart & mind. Yes, waiting for the opportune moment to signal that Ring Serpent's termination, to keep a sharp mind, to..
Eye Robyn's body inch by precious inch. Not one to shy away from his interests, still Omi could not help but slightly marvel, slightly hunger for what was before him. How curious, this woman was already plenty enticing enough, but now he could barely stop groping her flesh with his eyes, those shaking amber eyes. A terribly strong-willed individual, still his natural lust compounded by a supernatural effect would be unheard of 'til now.
Gaze roaming along her fair arms, Omi watched in something of a trance as she grasped at that crimson serpent. She intended to remove it, even as it burrowed so deep into her limb? Removing it.. removing it would mean the attack would fail to gush flames into that precious body.. that would mean.. defeat yes, but what else would it mean? It would mean..
"!!!!" SNAP. Omi's teeth clapped together, signaling that snake to explode before his woman could simply drag it out.
.. his defeat? His defeat? This would strip him of his worth, even in his hazed mind Omi could grasp this, and that meant Barsait couldn't obtain his goals, couldn't achieve his dreams, and then to top it all, this woman of his would leave the artist's eager grasps for good. Lust and drive, they were sent to dangerous, dangerous levels. No doubt a murmur would fill the crowd.
Never. Never never never never
"NEVER NEVER NEVER" In the wake of the no doubt unpleasant little explosion in Robyn's leg, Barsait's upper body lurched forward to an exaggerated degree, then suddenly rocketed upward - off his rear, shifting his weight onto both legs by force. No, in fact, out of sheer hatred of it, Omi forced almost all of his weight onto the twisted left, causing such agonizing pain that it would drown him in it. Feeling blood from within the kneecap thick. No longer grinning, instead his teeth were barred. No longer standing upright and nimble, his body was hunched over a bit with protruding shoulders tense as all hell.
A condition rarely seen in Barsait but one championship fight prior, a maddened growl escaped from his throat as all hairs seemed to stand on end, eyes bulging as the pupils danced nimbly to & fro - sweat glistening ever quicker off his flesh, yes. His entire body seemed to exude heat.. not of a flame, but of something hotter.
Amidst combat, he had tied the feelings of lust, combat frenzy, pride, all together; to accelerate one, even for a single woman.. was to accelerate them all! An ominous air exuded from the once friendly fellow; both of the snake pauldron-coated hands hanging limply even as his left leg had more and more force put on it each instant it wanted to shatter and fall. Such madness.. All at once, Barsait's visage turned to Robyn's direction. This.. wasn't a serpent any longer.. before the fox, stood a wild, determined unto scouring all below the heavens beast." GET OVER HERE DAMN IT!!!!"
Warm and booming voice transcended into the roar of a furious monster, his body shifted in place too easily - again on that left leg, the sound of bone snapping a tidbit - to face his opponent. Reasoning and compassion had left that ablaze and furious mind that was in constant motion for nefarious reasons, the mouths of his pauldrons glowing something dark and frightful to suggest ill tidings. Best this enemy in every way possible, then take her as his woman in every single way; such a mixture of higher aspirations and primal desires, this was a hurricane of emotions harnessed into a destructive force.
Of course, silence wasn't possible at this point.
"Attack my leg." Out of barred "fangs" Omi commanded.
Right fists tightened, left hand fluid with a furious crimson blade, the sun dimmed in comparison to the intensity of his order. Such authority mixed in with a blood chilling malice:
"ATTACK IT, GOD DAMN YOU! NOWww."
Was he mad..? Had he truly lost his sanity? Or was this a fearful indicator of what was to come, Omi's breath so much faster paced than before as his shoulders rose & fell to a wild rhythm, arms seeming tensed and ready to snap like fangs themselves?
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (10)]
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:22 am
Robyn continued in her fruitless tearing and tugging, beginning to get more frantic, knowing she didn’t have much time left. She trusted in her ability to at least distract him for an extra few seconds, possibly longer if she was lucky. Her expression was getting more alarmed, the look of a person watching a bomb tick down, knowing that if they can only figure out which wire to cut…In a flash of frustration, she released the snake and slammed her fist in the area where she could feel the head wriggling. She had no idea if she had been successful or not, as the next thing that happened was a blast of searing pain in that leg. She barked again, dropping to a kneeling position on her right, fist clenched tight against the pain as her right arm spasmed, trying to accomplish the same feat.
Selene raved in her head, angry beyond belief and causing the girl’s eyes to swirl with red again. But…the fox girl blinked as the pain ebbed some. It was nowhere near as bad as she had expected it to be. Sneaking a glance at the injured limb, her eyes widened as she saw there was no gaping hole, no splatter of flesh. The area on her thigh was misshapen, and blood flowed out of the cut, as though there had been a miniature explosion, but she was still able to somewhat move her leg, albeit with a lot of pain.
The grin that started to creep on her face was only allowed a half-second as Omi’s movement caught the corner of her eye. Robyn raised her head to look at the now raving man, green eyes practically bugging out of her head as he…stood? How the hell did he stand on a leg broken at the knee? Was that even possible? Well…this was new result. Guess that’s what she got for using that ability on an apparently insane person. Her mind warred on whether to stop the pheromone or not. On the one hand, it had certainly knocked him off the deep end, and was no doubt less coherent than he should be for a fight, what with his yelling at her to attack his leg.
On the other hand, this made him infinitely more dangerous. She knew about “berserker modes”, for that was basically what Selene did. Robyn wasn’t afraid of the man in front of her exactly, but she definitely held a healthy respect and wariness for her opponent right now. She kept her calm, managing to smirk somewhat as she rose and settled into a left forward stance, keeping most of her weight on her right leg. Her tail lashed, as with a blink, her left hand grabbed her right dagger out of its holster on her belt. The roughly 7-inch long blade’s hilt was wrapped in gold-coloured cloth, and the weapon was only sharp on one side. She held it in front of her, blade pointing to the right and the edge facing Omi.
Knowing it was somewhat easier to defend, and hoping he would cause himself more damage by moving, she stood her ground, calling out in a baby-speak voice. “Aww, did I upset the snakey? What happened to your fangs? Seems you lost your poison.” She gestured to her leg, insinuating that his attack had lacked any power. Another growl, and her eyes were still swirling with red although the green took dominance. “Come and make me.”
[Bringin' the Heat: 10 - Seduction (Active)]
((A.N: I did not god-mod Hael's serpent, at least not technically. In order to move things along quicker, I asked if what I was attempting was feasible, and he said yes, and gave me permission to "control" its defeat.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 3:34 pm
How much damage he had inflicted in the past was of no concern to Omi, not any longer. All that mattered was inflicting more, much more, to that opponent of his, end this battle in his favor, and take Robyn into bed. Normally, the latter goal was more of a subconscious one, but the effects of the vexing "spell" unaware to Barsait, it was impossible to ignore right now.
At her last words however, Barsait widened both eyes: "With pleasure." Lurching onto his left leg rapidly, the loose limb groaned at its task of carrying a human body's weight. What started as a mild debilitating injury was evolving into something with more bite, yet that constant agony kept the man's focus even amidst his hazed, lustful mind. Right fist outstretching towards Robyn, his left hand rapidly grasped the right's wrist- the [Ignus Pata] pointing tip first at the fox.
The snake-headed pauldron's mouth agape in her direction, perhaps now Robyn could see it. Four accursed snakes, bashing against one another and screaming about the confines of the lizard-skinned pauldron, scraping against the surface in an attempt to get free it seemed. It appeared his right hand's three serpents, and a fourth originally controlled primarily by his tongue, were now all at the tongue's bidding- for purposes that were anyone's guess. One could wager it were nothing pleasant, however. Serpentine Condition [+]Tongue Serpent is thrusting about in the right hand's snake face pauldron, procured from the right's wrist. (Striking!!)
[Right Hand]
[+]Index Finger Serpent is thrusting about in the right hand's snake face pauldron. (Striking!!)
[+]Middle Finger Serpent is thrusting about in the right hand's snake face pauldron. (Striking!!)
[+]Ring Finger Serpent is thrusting about in the right hand's snake face pauldron. (Striking!!)
[ Inferno's Grasp] 
Now, his silver tongue supreme wryly traveled about in his mouth, Barsait fuming every instant there wasn't combat. Omi's right arm was shaking, all before his head whipped to the left - signaling an eruption. Wild fire gushed within the lizard pauldron, super-heating that right gauntlet in a way only his hand could stand. Fire of his creation, Robyn would perhaps find, was not so effective against him.
All the same, that pauldron shook. Shook like crazy, as the metal of the right gauntlet heated and glowed! What was he doing to do, spew flames unto her, guided by the pauldron's gnaw? No. Omi's left hand seemed to be steadying the right arm.. but why, even as that right arm shook like crazy, why was he trying to steady it so?
"I said COME HERE, WENCH." Barsait roared, the pauldron suddenly flying off his arm as all the serpents with a single tongue gesture pressed in the same direction at once. As the pauldron moved forward.. so did the gauntlet it had hooked onto from earlier, 'til the combination of armor forced itself from his right hand and was free!
Nimble nimble, three of the serpents blasting this flame-&-serpent propelled oddity forward, one forcing each finger hold into place (what much there was with no tips), the man's wild right and naked hand now maneuvering its fingers to guide the projectile.
Four sharp gangs, two top two bottom. Gushing flames being strewn about expertly by the artist himself. And a poker-glowing gauntlet in the jaw of the pauldron, an airborne fist from hell wanting Robyn's company. And with several serpents bursting it along, it was nothing slow.. a deadly monstrosity! A vehicle of destruction for his snakes, this was!
Barsait's wild eyes kept sharp look out, however. It seemed even in his furor, wit was hardly lost. Though he had managed some wounding of Robyn's mobility, enough to stop her wondrous agility? This, Omi doubted. All he could hope for, was that she would underestimate his prowess, in either attempting to stop the projectile head on, or in trying to weave past it. Standing still yet as trouncing after her just yet with his left leg was a poor choice towards reaching his goals, Omi could feel her in his grasp soon. Either way, either way..
His woman was in sight.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (11)]
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