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 Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:26 am
(( lol, no it's fine man, I'll take the damage. It gives me more to write about anyway. xD
Don't worry man, I'll post sometime later, I'm strangely busy this time of day. I apologize for the wait. ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 12:02 pm
Joe's attack shattered Anson's left side completely; he manuevered his form slightly to the west, by his hips, prolonging the fluid motion until his legs were suspended at shoulder width.
Joe's frame landed upon the ground with a harsh thud, his cranium rocked rearward, smashing into the firma from the forceful momentum as his body plummeted. Dirt shot skyward as Joe landed, temporarily blinding his foe with a veil of dust that covered four feet in radius. Evans would roll his body rearward, stifling through the dapple of dirt as he regained his stance, he began dancing on the balls of his heels. Joe would muster forth a fraction of his concentrated energy, transmitting the potent energetics to his sternum; where they amassed the large bone and created barbs. Potent energy flowed unctuously throughout his body, prolonging bones in his elbows and knees; the barbs ripped and gouged holes through his clothing from underneath(existing as the present gouged holes in his jeans). He grinned, wolfishly, giving the man a thousand yard stare at the distance of ten feet; Joe enacted his serpentine vision, blinking and closing his eyes shut, three times; a sliver of energy coated his eyes, its content slimy and gunge as eye boogers, it would seem reptilian-esque. From within his keen x-ray vision, Joe peered amid Anson's exoskeleton and overlooked the skeletal system; upon speculation, he targeted his opponents "weak" spots fairly quickly...the broken ribs being the first thing seen at farsight. He farfetched his previously released weapon through magnetic connection and held it alee, diagonally guarding himself with the flat of his blade. He took measured steps inward, slowly closing the distance betwixt the two; Joe kept his arms akin at his flanks and chambered his right fist, with the knuckles protruded outward, ready to unleash his rage.
A fiery temper raged within him, could his opponent see it?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:30 pm
Sanadin Elenilarion Joe's attack shattered Anson's left side completely; (( Seems like you misread me again. If I'm being unclear let me know and I'll try to specify more or add a summary at the bottom of the post like some people do. I thought I wrote it pretty clearly that his shield shattered and not his ribs though. Is it my pronouns? Seems like I might be confusing you sometimes with he/he stuff. As for yours, I assume he's holding the sword with magnetism and not with his hands, am I correct? Getting back on track... )) Joe Evans A fiery temper raged within him, could his opponent see it?
Anson took this moment to recover; not only catching his breath and standing up from where he had fallen on the ground, but also taking a few steps back to create distance between himself and the partially concealed demon. Their significant difference in strength was limiting the boy on what he could do, but if he could plan this out properly it might just work--
"Lend me strength, o Light," spoke the boy as he lifted his left hand towards the sky; the rosary around his wrist clattering lightly against his engraved bracers as he did, "that I may put this creature down. "
His recitation complete, the boy dropped his arms to his sides and whet his lips by running his tongue across them. Eyes narrowed, muscles tense, and left fist clenched tightly that squeezed a drip of red from his pale knuckles... Anson was finally in a position to take a gamble with this fight.
"Have at you!"
No longer would he delay, he rushed forward to close the gap between them but did not do so with his sword pointed forward; rather he did it with the weapon spun around to be held reverse in his right hand and instead lead with his left clenched fist - but he did not throw a punch. He was only intending on gaining ground, and unless Joe threw the first punch the paladin would continue to advance with his breath half-held until he had to worry about running straight into that magnetized blade.13%
Use: Divine Might
[ 3.25.1.00.2.25 ]Edit: (( Got my post-script wrong. xp ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:30 am
(( Oops, sorry; I misread. I thought the "crack" in your post was from when I hit you, my bad. And no, I'm holding my blade, but magnetism assures him of a better, more firm grip. ))
Through the kicked up dirt and debris, Joe envisioned Anson's silhouette wading forth fairly hastily...
His serpentine vision displayed an incandescent skeletal frame sauntering forth, which Joe interpreted to be his foe castrating his style of combat; he'd interpolate the position of his broadsword and likewise, he held it alee, pointing at the kid who rushed forward. Amidst it all, Joe danced on the balls of his heels, hastily awaiting until his opponent closed their distance so he could defeat him with ease. Tmp, tmp~, Anson took his final two steps and quickly, Joe ensued with his plan; which was to defeat him mercilessly by hand to hand combat. The weapon would only be a feint, though. He lunged the immense broadsword forward, the tip of the blade meeting the adams' apple of Anson's; Joe dug the point deeper and deeper into the flesh, suppressing the pronged tip into the neck; though, he wouldn't gouge a hole...after all, there was no fun in doing so right? Joe's prolonged bones served as both a carapace and an offensive weapon; however he'd use only one, the other fell into coordination when need be. He maneuvered his hardened exoskeleton, mainly his right leg, to launch a bruising right kick to the inside of Anson's inner thigh(along the crotch area), his condensed barb effective and active during the attack. Grinning wolfishly once again, Evans' sternum evolved; his chest opening like a book that exposed layers upon layers of muscle and flesh. Bodily bones splintered sporadically, as if it was in preparation of ensnaring Anson if he fell within close quarters.
I doubt he'll come in now...haha, I'm too powerful for him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:42 am
[Judgecall:
I have no IDEA what that last post said. And it was SO confusing and oddly written that for the fight to continue you must either edit it completely to make it coherent, or at least provide a simply-worded summary at the bottom of the post so that anyone knows what the hell is going on.]
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:57 am
((All I have to say is...how do you castrate a style of combat? ._.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:03 pm
(( Ah, okay. I saw that it said the sword was held out in front of his chest but you also wrote that his arms were down so I thought he had it out in front of him like a free-floating shield. )) Sanadin Elenilarion Anson took his final two steps and quickly, Joe ensued with his plan; which was to defeat him mercilessly by hand to hand combat. The weapon would only be a feint, though. He lunged the immense broadsword forward
With the way that the demon had preferred to use his fists and feet so far in their melee Anson had hoped to get a little closer than this before having to deal with an attack coming at him, but it seemed that he wasn't so lucky after all.Sanadin Elenilarion He maneuvered his hardened exoskeleton, mainly his right leg, to launch a bruising right kick to the inside of Anson's inner thigh(along the crotch area), his condensed barb effective and active during the attack.
"C-" He threw forward his left arm to try and intercept the kick before it came but even in success it did very little to afford him protection against it. Already ducking beneath the extended broadsword, Anson had just made himself more vulnerable to the incoming kick even though he could see it coming. The young Paladin almost fell forward when he threw the armored steel bracer he wore on his left arm into the path of the kick, but it was simply pushed back in the face of Joe's superior force and the spike that had grown out from the demon's leg managed to find itself a home a little higher (thanks to Anson's lowered posture) than intended-- Driving itself several inches deep into the boy's abdomen even as the force of the kick lifted him so much that only his toes still rested on the ground... that is, until Joe retracted his leg and Anson fell back down to his knees with a hole in his stomach slowly turning the front of his tunic red.Sanadin Elenilarion Grinning wolfishly once again, Evans' sternum evolved; his chest opening like a book that exposed layers upon layers of muscle and flesh. Bodily bones splintered sporadically, as if it was in preparation of ensnaring Anson if he fell within close quarters.
Paladins were trained hard and blessed by their gods, they were taught to never show or react to fear even under torture or in the face of a truly gruesome fate. What Anson was feeling now was not fear because it was impossible, but he felt a chill run through his body and a very distinct sensation of do not want the moment that he laid eyes upon the mutations taking place within his opponent; something within the boy was telling him that he'd put himself in a very bad place.
A very bad place indeed.13% +5% +8%
Active: Divine Might
[ 2.25.0.2.25 ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:26 pm
(( Castrate means to switch. And if I'm not mistaken, Anson switched his style of fighting. Like defensive to offensive...and the like. Well, I'll be making a post. ))
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:40 pm
Sanadin Elenilarion (( Castrate means to switch. And if I'm not mistaken, Anson switched his style of fighting. Like defensive to offensive...and the like. Well, I'll be making a post. )) ((cas·trate (kstrt) tr.v. cas·trat·ed, cas·trat·ing, cas·trates 1. To remove the testicles of (a male); geld or emasculate. 2. To remove the ovaries of (a female); spay. 3. To deprive of virility or spirit; emasculate.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:11 pm
(( Fight over! Guess I don't get to use these charges I was holding. ))
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