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 Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 4:38 pm
  ┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ ＫＡＬＥ Ｎ ♝ ＶＩＣＡＲＩＡ ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
GF: Enkidu (500/1000)
Health: 1000/1000
Weapons: Floating Lily Longsword(s)
Twin Snakehead Revolvers 5/7 5/7 (4 Seven Round Clips)
Flex Combat Gloves
Magic: Cure (2), Protect (2), Slow (2), Haste (1), Shell (2)
ↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂ Kal stood on the edge of the forest as it burned around them, raising his guns at Nyale just as the explosion occurred, himself bracing as the gusts hit him. Recovering, his eyes caught Enkidu tumbling through the air from the force of the force, his eyes watched the source of the defense, the sword to be exact as he tried to gather what had just happened. It was obvious as to where the source of the counter offensive occurred...but what else could it to. His eyes shifted to Nyale once more as she raised her hand towards him. There wasn't a physical revelation to the concern of what was about to happen to him but inside the alarms were going off like no other. Not goo... But nothing happened. He made a mental note of that. And that was when he fired at Nyale, a single shot from his left revolver as he began to move towards her, shooting in front of her to adjust for the movement both were performing.
Can't stay at ranged much longer for the moment...
Get up. The Guardian Force, shook itself as Kal's voice entered its head, snorting as it got to its feet and saw Nyale running towards cover. "I'm up, pup." he snarled as his chest began to glow brightly. It was at that moment that the Guardian Force opened its mouth, releasing a ball of crackling red energy at Nyale's feet. The ball itself erupted in a well sized detonation as Kal closed in, sheathing his revolvers and placing a hand on his blade. Here I come. ↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂ
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 1:14 am
Samuel R. Thompson; World Famous Pugilist
Hit Points: All of the 900
Guardian Force: I am that force.
Weapons: These fists'o'mine. "Injustice!" He yelled, upset, rolling about on the ground for a moment after being forced away by the breeze or some other source of evil. However, still hyped up on haste, and his own natural cat-like grace and agility, what went from a remarkably good looking person rolling about head-over-heels, became a acrobatic act of backward flips. Once having readjusted his own personal orientation to know exactly where he was in proximity to the ground and others, his flips came to a immediate stop. Left on his feet, he reached down as he began to move forwards. "Valiant HAMMER!" Went the cat-boy, darting forwards at full tilt, heading straight towards Layel, suddenly jumping, aiming a cat-boy sized foot straight for Layel's skull. Good! Truth! Justice! Love!
That's the source of my power!
The heart of it all!
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 7:19 am
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〖 Layel ♋ Laytos 〗
╰-------------╳-------------╯ {Current GFs}- ????: 1000/1000
{Health}- 1365/1500
{Status}- ----
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Layel was pleased to have separated from his unusual 'friend', so much so that he wasted no time in rolling up onto his feet. The other guy, though, seemed to be a prime example of someone who had learned more than a few tricks when it came to remaining standing. Layel had only just gotten to his feet when the guy came at him again. Layel grimaced as he shifted his stance, right foot back and arms moving up. He hard learned already that this guy was very good at hand to hand combat. At this point, Layel had lost pretty much all interest in attempting to actually fight him on even ground. Mostly because fighting Momoson on even ground meant getting his a** kicked. The guy simply was too good at hand to hand combat. Layel was painfully aware that even his teachers would have had trouble dealing with someone like this.
The impact was jarring, and actually sending Layel sliding a step back. He didn't bother hesitating as he planted his feet and snapped his right hand in at Momoson. This required careful forethought, which Momoson was likely aware of. Layel couldn't extend his blows, he needed to keep them close to his body. If Momoson was at good as countering as he was at attacking, He'd absolutely decimate Layel in seconds if Layel over extended his range and Momoson countered. Layel's left hand was kept in such a position to parry any attempts at grabbing or striking out at his right arm. 'Nue. Get ready.'
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Scindo:
Condition: 25%
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:07 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊰ N y a l exxL a y t o s ⊱xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxF l y i n g O n W i n g s O f S t a r l i g h txxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx~ ~ ~ ★ 'Ah, that's better...' Nyale could feel the weird, unpleasant sensation in her body disappearing now that she was away from the sword. Her magic was quickly returning to her, making her feel all tingly. 'Excellent.' The corners of her lips tilted up in a smirk as she peered over the top of the rock, seeing Kalen's ugly looking gf shooting a ball of energy towards her location. The girl nimbly dived out of the way of the explosion and flicked her hand out. Tall flames burst up in a circle around the gf, closing in on it instantly. "You can die now."She said pleasantly, and then glanced across at the rapidly approaching Kalen. Her yellow eyes narrowed to slits. 'Your turn, jerk.'She thought, whipping up her sai at exactly the same time as huge dark blue wings with fading black tips burst into existence on her back, beating hard and throwing a powerful gust of wind at Kalen that would easily knock him down in addition to throwing a whole bunch of dust and dirt at him, which would hopefully blind him a little. In the chaos of the attack she took the opportunity to quickly dart forwards, rushing him and slashing viciously at his throat with her sai, the other one poised to block his sword.
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health //~ 950/1000
location //~ ?
guardian force //~ Calliope 
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:21 pm
┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ ＫＡＬＥ Ｎ ♝ ＶＩＣＡＲＩＡ ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
GF: Enkidu (475/1000)
Health: 950/1000 (Haste)
Weapons: Floating Lily Longsword(s)
Twin Snakehead Revolvers 5/7 5/7 (4 Seven Round Clips)
Flex Combat Gloves
Magic: Cure (2), Protect (2), Slow (2), Haste (0), Shell (2)
ↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂ Haste. The spell immediately went over Kal as he charged towards Nyale, the clock appearing over his head as he continued his charge towards destiny...and by destiny he meant the powerful sorceress in front of him. I've had worse ideas. he thought just as Nyale raised her wings blew them at him, Kal stopping for a moment as he braced. His eyes squinted as the wind struck him, eyes watering from the surprising gust. "I would certainly think not, gaki." Of course, Enkidu had his paws full for the moment. But right as Nyale came upon him, Kal made his move.
Enkidu snarled as the girl spoke to him, her face doing nothing more than pissing the Wolf of War off. "I'll die when I choose to die, wench!" The beast snarled as flames began to rise about him, the wolf tensing and leaping through the flames, singing himself slightly just as he saw his companions counter offensive.
Kal finally focused to see Nyale upon him, her swing coming right towards his throat. Cursing slightly in the back of his mind, Kal thought quickly, ducking beneath her swing, the blade catching his right arm slightly and leaving a cut in its wake. Biting through the pain, however,Kal raised his injured arm and grasped at Nyale's swinging arm, reaching for her shoulder and thrusting as he moved to force her to spin as his left arm would lash out at her back and push her away from him with as much force as he could muster. If he could not grab her arm, he would simply take a couple steps back as he drew his sword.
Enkidu however, began his charge right as Nyale was upon him, galloping quickly and lightly, the Wolf gave no warning to its strike as it lunged at Nyale. If Kal's push worked, the Wolf would tackle her with his teeth going for the back of her neck. If Kal stepped away...the Wolf would still go for her neck. It did not matter to him. Enkidu was going to tear his victim apart. ↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂↂ
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:15 pm
Samuel R. Thompson; World Famous Pugilist
Hit Points: All of the 900
Guardian Force: I am that force.
Weapons: These fists'o'mine. Too much gusto was the thought that ran through the World Famous Pugilist's mind as his opponent skid backwards in response to his mighty boot. He hadn't meant to do that honestly, he thought as he landed deftly on the ground, already ready to move again and resume his assault He had wanted to sorta dance on the sucker with a old favorite bicycle kick maneuver. But a smile spread across his face as he saw Layel's fist snap out, the feline boy's ears pressing against his head as he leaned back a bit, barely enough to avoid the fist as his own fists came up in a boxing like manner.
"Pugilism." The cat-boy said, a twinkle in his eyes as he took a small step in towards Layel, a quick right-left combo jabs aimed at Layel's skull. It was entirely expected for them to be blocked, however, they were only a distraction, and a means to keep Layel's arms up. Immediately after his left arm was thrown in a jab, as it retracted Sammy's right fist was coming up in a upper-cut like motion, though aimed drastically low. It was meant for the abdomen, to hit the area just beneath the sternum that, when hit hard enough, loved to deprive the recipient of air. And for good measure, a hard lefthook was planned to follow up, hopefully it was just add-onto the pain, but in case he was blocked in any manner, this one could side-swipe Layel's defenses.Good! Truth! Justice! Love!
That's the source of my power!
The heart of it all!
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:51 pm
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〖 Layel ♋ Laytos 〗
╰-------------╳-------------╯ {Current GFs}- Nue: 1000/1000
{Health}- 1140/1500
{Status}- ----
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There. The close ranger fighter dodged back. For a moment, the amount of calculations going on in Layel's head would have made any of his instructors proud. He almost felt like even Nue was impressed. For a moment. Layel pulled back, swinging his left hand in and up as he brought his right back into a more defensive position. It was like his entire posture changed, which was a requirement given Momoson was considerably faster. Layel threw himself back as the first jab came, very nearly taking Momoson's fist to his head, before snapping his left arm up and out, deflecting the second swing from contact. All the better too, because Layel would not have been able to dodge that after being off kilter from stepping back.
A snap down across his body and to the side with his right arm. If Momoson had wondered if Layel knew close quarters fighting, he'd have his answer now. His movements weren't just wild flailing. Layel's swing deflected the blow enough, but the impact was definitely still jarring and clipped his side, sending Layel even further off balance from the looks of it. He seemed well acquainted with this thought of being off balance though. judging by how his expression didn't seem to change even as he moved his footing to keep himself from making an easy target for a take down. And then the final arm. Layel had done miraculously well so far, but he could see the strike coming in and he was off balance.
"I come."
"Nue." Layel finished, knowing full well he was taking a blow for this. With a twist and shift Layel moved to lessen the blow to make sure it wouldn't hit him full force, which left him wide open for a follow up. He was putting full trust on some higher being though, obviously. It was kind of like a trust fall. Into fire. As Layel moved back, flames caught in the air rapidely around him and burst out building space between Layel and Momoson, of which Layel was more than pleased to take.
Sei to Sei
"Say hello to the waking world Nue." The flames took shape inbetween Momoson and Layel. It was a girl, a very odd one at that. In a way, at base nature she didn't seem that much different from the catlike pugilist. But there was much different with her beyond that. From the oddity to her covered eyes, to the blue flames that burned on the edge of her clothes. Her stance was already in a fighters position, her ears twitching uneasily as her head faced him. It was impossible to say she was 'looking' at him considering her eyes were covered, but she seemed to be doing that none the less. It might have explained why her fox like ears were twitching so much. "Nue, help Nyale if you can." Layel said, taking a fighting stance. Nue took a step back and to the side, but her posture did not change nor did her focus change from Momoson, even though her ears did twitch in the direction of Nyale.
It was fairly obvious Nue was not about to lower her guard near someone whom had, so far, showed their skill in close range combat on par to make the fight challenging even for her and Layel together fighting the fighter. She had moved to the side though, making it totally possible for Momoson to move past her and go after Layel, She just obviously wasn't breaking contact until she was sure he wasn't going to attack her from behind. Nyale would just have to hold on.
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Scindo:
Condition: 35%
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 12:50 am
Samuel R. Thompson; World Famous Pugilist
Hit Points: All of the 900
Guardian Force: I am that force.
Weapons: These fists'o'mine. Flames. That was no good. Another challenger. Even worse. Guardian Forces on top of a Sorceress was just bad news, and no one could really deny that. Even worse was that this damned thing's appearance had given Layel some space to escape his well-earned beat down. Samuel shook his head for a moment, with a hop to side to side as he tried to stay limber. "By summoning, you do realize that you're forcing me to forgo a fair fight." The pugilist stated, his left ear twitching for a moment, taking a glance at Nue with extreme distaste and disapproval.
"Honestly, what kind of man can't even fight his own battles." Oh yeah, straight insult. And, sure, one might bring up that his own partner had brought in a summon on his own, but Samuel looked at that with distaste too. Though in this situation, he was fighting a Sorceress, so it could slide without being mocked this time. "If you decide to intervene, with me or them, your owner will pay dearly." The World Famous Pugilist was difficult to fight fairly, but if he stopped with his restraint, would it be worst for Layel? Possibly. Anywho, with that said, he darted forwards, carefully watching Nue for a reaction to him until he past, before he broke into a full out sprint to close the distance in case Nue decided to take a cheap shot.
He was mildly expecting that. Still, the distance to Layel wasn't that far, so it wasn't more then what felt like a instance until he was within distance to actually do a forward roll, finding himself heels over head, if Layel didn't move quickly he would find himself on the other end of a kangaroo kick. Arms and legs extending, making Sammy straight out perpendicularly, with his hands, momentarily, supporting his body weight. Blocked or not, the purpose of the attack was to give Layel enough force to launch the b*****d from the ground. Good! Truth! Justice! Love!
That's the source of my power!
The heart of it all!
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