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 Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:15 pm
Camelot braced himself as the youma came barreling toward them. To him, it seemed. But the girl with the tennis racket and apparent death wish was not backing down, making it very difficult for Camelot to concentrate when he was worried she might deliberately throw herself into more danger.
He sympathized with all the senshi who had ever saved him, and had to put up with him doing similar things.
He was lucky he didn't also see her eying him, and had no idea what the look of disappointment on her face when he turned to her was for. He was struck dumb for a moment, wondering, but his attention was once again drawn as the youma attacked.
Everything happened at once.
First came a rush of relief as he saw Talia running toward the fences. Next, a half turn. A heart-dropping-to-the-pit-of-his-stomach sensation as he saw how close the youma had gotten. Arm flashed up, defensive instinct kicking in. He felt the youma bite down on his arm, the one sans shield, and it hurt.
The last thing to happen in that moment was his shield slamming down on the youmas face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:58 am
Omnomnom, the youma gnawed away at Camelot's arm for a moment. Its teeth weren't so sharp, but its bite force was impressive. If it had enough time to concentrate and really clamp down, it probably could have broken the knight's arm. He didn't get that chance, though, when the shield came smashing down on its face. The hit turned its head and therefore its attention back to Talia.
Oh no! The little starseed was getting away! The youma dislodged itself from Camelot, wanting to get away from the mean one who fought back, and grunted a sad call towards her, as though she would be moved with pity and surrender her seed willingly. Well, if that didn't work... He launched another spit ball in her direction. It was rather lucky that he had her penned up.
Although, the same could be said for Camelot having the youma in a restricted area. It wasn't feeling so good after that hit to its face. It was actually made rather sad. Its back was to the knight, but looking over its shoulder it spit at him, too.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 10:24 pm
Talia screamed when the youma bit the man's arm. When the youma pulled it's teeth out, Talia could immediately see a red splotch welling up on his arm. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," was all she could say, over and over again.
Then suddenly it was coming for her.
"OH MY GOD" she screamed once again, as if the youma could suddenly be scared off by shouts. "MISTER WHAT DO I DO?" she shouted.
The "Mister" was a bit preoccupied with his own special spitball heading straight toward his body. Talia could do nothing but scream as the monster closed in on her. Holding up her shield defensively, she began whacking in every direction she could. "I. DON'T. WANT. TO. DIE." Each word came out with each whack.
After the last word though, the racket let out a loud THWACK. Had she just hit it? She did! Square across the face even! Her eyes blinked a few times in disbelief. The world was moving in absolute slow motion. Then?
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK THWACK.
Talia began to pelt the monster with her racket over and over again. Of course, it wasn't even denting the monster, but she certainly felt like she was doing something. She was probably buying some time for the knight too!
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 10:57 am
Camelot had to grit his teeth and deal with the youma trying to gnaw its way through his arm, glad that it didn't have the skill to actually rend any flesh from bone. Still, it hurt badly and he would have preferred to go without it.
That thought was revoked when the youma released him to whine and then spit at the girl once again.
It spat at him, as well, and he blocked the attack with his shield. The infuriating girl was yelling at him again and Camelot felt like throwing his hands up in the air. But at least now she was scared and seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. Not that it was any better than her thinking the whole thing was a gag, in the end.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you!" Camelot said, wondering how much more one youma could take. He ran over and once again grabbed Talia, putting her behind him before turning back to the youma and smashing it with his shield. He was putting everything he had into the blows now, wanting nothing more than to see it turn to dust.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 5:30 pm
This guy sure liked grabbing girls. Talia let out a gasp as the man nabbed her and shoved her behind him. Goddamn he was so manly. Why did he have to be old!
This was no time to be thinking about prince charming though. "Hey! Why'd you move me, I was doing gre-" Her words were cut short as the man whacked the machine thing with with his shield. A loud CRACK rang out through the air. Ouch, that had to hurt quite a bit. Talia just sort of stood their gaping. Who knew the man could pack a punch like that?
Everything sort of moved in slow motion for a moment. Talia watched the monster machine sort of recoil from the whack with the shield, until the man's body blocked her view. "Mister you did it! It's dead! ... right?"
Of course it was dead. He had just whacked it with full force. How could it not be dead. It was dead. It just was.
Definitely.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:12 am
The youma was, indeed, dead. Well, dying. The girl's hits hadn't been the things to do it in, but Camelot's mighty strikes were the straws that broke the youma's face. It thought it had been doing so well! It would have had two yummy starseeds and everyone could be so proud of it. Well, if it had a concept of pride and the knowledge of what others thought of it. Maybe it was best that it didn't, because it didn't know how much the girl and the knight hated it.
With its face all kinds of smashed in, it gargled and sputtered, its drool flowing freely now, and with one last grab at the starseeds, it fell to the ground and turned to dust.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:09 pm
Camelot sighed when the thing turned into dust, looking immediately relieved. He nodded his head, offering the young girl a smile.
She was safe, hadn't gotten herself killed. Two things Camelot was very glad of, and had been hoping for since arriving. So, despite being rather tired and exasperated, the knight was content.
"It's dead, yes. Good thing, too," he mourned his crumbling shield, though it would be back when he next needed it. It always was. The thing only seemed to have magic when it vanished, and that allowed it to come back.
Figured.
He couldn't complain about that, though: it could have been a one use only deal and then where would he be? He chuckled. "Well, miss, I think that should do it for one day's adventure, don't you think? Perhaps it might be best if you headed home? If you're scared, I can escort you home."
Something told him she wasn't the type to be scared after something like this.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 3:32 am
Suddenly the ... machine burst into dust. Was that a special effect or something? Talia was pretty sure that that monster wasn't any normal machine; even more suspicious was the man though. If he wasn't an actor, was he some sort of crazy person? Did he dress up in costumes for fun or something?
Still, Talia was relieved that the machine was truly gone. She let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. She sighed and said, "Thanks for the ah ... help mister"
Now that she wasn't afraid for her life, she actually had a chance to get a good look at the man. He was definitely an adult, remarkably so. His outfit ... well it was more than strange. At least the colors went together well? He didn't seem to be dangerous; quite the opposite after saving her life and all. Still, Talia had, like most children, been instilled with "stranger danger."
"I can make my way home on my own, thank you," she meant it sincerely, but it came tumbling out of her mouth with a tone of sarcastic superiority. Like she had inherited England just because she denied a ride home.
Besides, at this point, Talia didn't even want to think about the man or the machine or ... any of it! She just wanted to forget the whole incident and chalk it up as a dream. A crazy dream. With her goal in mind, she picked up her racket and tennis bag and headed out of the courts. She turned around to wave at the man once more as an "all good to go" sign, and then bolted towards home. Once there, she took a nice, hot bath and just pretended none of it ever happened.
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