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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:41 pm
As the creature landed on his left arm, he let it drop and pushed himself away. In his right hand, he twirled the sword so that he held it with the blade pointed downwards, roiling with blue-white lightning.
"Speedy b*****d, aintcha?" He muttered. He usually didn't talk much during battles, but this one was weird.
And now he knew that the thing wasn't undead. That made him want to hold back a little, and see what this creature could do.
"Next move is yours."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:02 pm
The creature also rolled, opposite to Damrius, skidded to a halt and then twisted himself around for the next approach, barely hesitating. He'd had his rest when feet had met arm.
"Speedy b*****d, aincha?"
Truer words were never spoken as the distance was rapidly closed yet again, that ragged pole-arm tucked against his left side. Closer up his hair was a blood red, ears swept back in an odd fashion, broader then an elven pair, but no less alien looking.
He nearly danced sideways up to Damrius, eyes never leaving his opponents, even if the sword was more then a little distracting. This guy had packed him a punch, and it was nearly time to return the favour.
"Next move is yours."
And he took it, gladly, while the blond man was speaking, swinging with his empty right hand in a fist towards a jaw.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:21 pm
Damrius saw the creature's right hand swing, and twisted under the arm, bringing the back of his right foot in a swing towards the back of the creature's right knee. If it were to hit, it would most likely force the knee to buckle.
The sword of Damrius's, however, was now a very solid torrent of electrical energy - interspersed in the blueish white glow was also a few streams of black lightning - his alternative form of lightning, something he had before the dark magic he'd learned. It struck like lightning, but was more dangerous in large quantities due to it's elemental and magical mixed properties.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 12:29 pm
"It began, but it never ended."
The Shadow's face twisted in a grin like the blade of a knife.
And it never will.
He said, matching the elf smile for smile. His mismatched eyes looking up at the elves. A moment, a second of clarity was all they were granted before the call of battle pulled the both back into this bloody dance.
Ruuvan leapt at the shadow.
Both blades were poised to strike; an all out attack. There was something old about this elf, something primal and furious. Something Max could only remember in the deepest and most nostalgic corners of his mind. These two men, this clean battlefield, it called out for stains. It cried out for a bath in blood, to be soaked in the warm flowing heat of battle.
Maximos planned to oblige.
Ruuvan's blades came quick, graceful, and efficient a testament to his race. Maximos' left hand, his sword hand was deflected and outwards, and with a jerk of his hips and a tug of his arm he brought it sailing black slicing black line between both warriors as he knocked aside a one of Ruuvan's blades. And as quickly and deadly came the second, the Shadow had no armor, no secondary blades. Ruuvan would be treated to the feel of flesh tearing and then the sound of metal gliding against metal, and then the kiss of flesh again.
Maximos' right arm, cursed with its agonizing jet black metal bones gripped the elves second blade. Without a moments hesitation the elven blades cut clean through the meat of his bandaged fingers and gritted against black iron. The length of the offending sword coated in streaks of black ichor. It would, it should, have been an easy task for the Shadow to pull the offending blade aside and away. But as Maximos tried, he winced and a dagger sharp pain shot through his side and up his spine, a wound that would never properly heal. The hesitation allowed the elven blade to cut deeply into his side.
Within seconds came the pitter-patter of red blood staining the concrete roof. But far before keen elven ears could hear that, Ruuvan would see Maximos' grinning face get closer. Fast. As the Shadow aimed to smash his head into Ruuvan's nose, in an old fashioned head butt.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 1:50 pm
His opponent avoided the swing of the right fist, but in turn, came solidly into range of the left side, which packed more then just a punch.
The polearm did just as it was supposed to at times like these, which was wait for an opening within the reach of the weapon and jab with the knobbly bits, before sliding back to it's original position.
Like a snake taking a good bite and then recoiling.
While the right foot swang inwards towards a knee, the brass head of the banner would find itself slamming right below the sturnum, avoiding a breakage that would have been fatal, but certainly smarting just a bit.
Maybe this would give Damrius a little pause for thought before forgetting that the other man had such a reach with the otherwise harmless looking, and down-right shabby pole.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:49 am
Damrius felt the brass pole smack him, and the impact forced him back a bit. He used his own recoil to his advantage and jumped back, opening up some more space again.
However, the jump was not the only thing he did. He swung his electrically charged blade upwards in mid air, sending out a roiling wave of electrical energy towards the position the creature was at last.
He hand't expected it to actually hit, but the secondary explosion would be more useful. It would be like setting off a en explosion of electrical energy - designed to stun, hurt, but not kill. Unless of course they had some sort of electronic heart-thinger - it'd fry that in a heartbeat. (bad pun intended)
As he landed, he flipped the sword around in his hand so it was held properly again, and flicked his left wrist, releasing a thick metallic block, about the size of a credit card.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 3:46 pm
********, it was obvious that Damrius wasn't the only one who would get schooled. As the charge hit, the tall red head was sent exploding backwards into the bonepile, kicking up more dust and debris as ancient armor was crushed and dented in his wake. The air was still for just a moment, when, for a second time, the man pulled himself out of the pile, coughing and swearing.
"Bloody hell...." Little bits of electricity flickered and popped along his skin, and he had to pat the side of his head, gingerly, a couple of times to stop a fire starting. Getting up, and coughing, he visably patted his clothes down as well, smoking, flickering, and twitching.
"That's some kick that things got, boyo. I wasn't expecting a tazing without having squeezed your a** or something."
There was something...familiar about this man, Damrius may or may not start to recognize the slow drawl and strange accent of the creature known to most HoH goers, along with the casual flirting. Regardless of who he was and whether he was famous or not was beyond the point. It would be hard not to take advantage of a fairly obvious situation and opening.
It would just depend on how much longer the blond electric-based fighter could keep his cool.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:42 am
Damrius smiled, "Well, you wanna grab my a**, you're gonna have to be a lot faster than that!"
He actually had no clue who the man was. He had little recognition of the people at HoH - an event had happened that, while only several years had passed here, almost ten had passed for him.
"'Course, I'm not gonna complain if ya can," He said, fanning out the wallet-size chunk of metal. Three metalic cards slide from it, each a worn-metal color. Surprising how much energy that sword shot took... but that's what I get... He merely brought the cards up to his face and started fanning, deciding it wsa time to catch a breather.
"Now! Show me what you can do! I want you to push me to the edge of the abyss and beyond!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:51 am
Eyebrow raise then a laugh.
"I...somehow don't think you understand what you're asking me to do."
No recognition, no nothing. That's what he got for being self centered ;___;. Sunstrike moved forwards, not paticularly cautious in his manner, despite the new item.
The staff was slung over one shoulder, a convieniant arm rest, if nothing else.
"You've not given me reason to open up the big guns...."
A small pause.
"Yet."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 11:03 am
Damrius quirked an eyebrow, still smiling. He had a point - but then again, Dame didn't have much to be pulling out his big guns yet either.
"Well then, looks like we'll both have to kick it up another notch. Cause everything i've done so far is pretty basic," He said, folding the cards back up and sliding them into his chest-pocket. He then sheathed his sword, and let the electrical energy within his body being focused now to his hands and feet.
Another one of his more basic attacks, but one that was extremely versatile. He could do a lot with the stunning moves, depending on what his mind could come up with at the moment of where a hit landed.
"I'm no Thor, and glad that I'm not, but I'll see what I can do for you!" He yelled as he rushed in, ready for some random attack from the large pole or from some energy attack. He'd been blown up enough times by his mentor that he didn't really fear it happening again. Still had the burn scars to prove it, ontop of swords, guns, spears, crossbows, and even some extreme fisting. Pain was his frieeeeeend.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:35 pm
"Oh-ho? Thor eh? I might have met him. Once."
Sun watched the bigger man hunker down and burst forwards, allowing himself a frown. Of course he couldn't read what the other man was thinking, but such a straight forward move didn't leave a lot to the imagination.
He was fairly certain he could take a few more tazerings, but there was only so many times you could shove yourself into an electrical socket and not be scrambled. And this paticular socket had some big punches.
So, not wanting to get mowed down, Sun did something distracting.
He hauled back and kicked the skull of a skeleton like a football player going for a goal, sending it topknot over jaw towards what would end up being Damrius' face.
At best it was solid, at even better, it would shatter into jagged edges. Regardless, having a head come at him was probably not quite what the blond man would have expected.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:10 pm
Damrius saw the skull coming, and barely had enough time to manuever his face away from it. Instead, it slammed into his shoulder. He felt shattered peices bite into his neck, but nothing seriously damaging as far as he could tell. However, it only just barely slowed him down. It would take more than a skull to stop him. No! As he kept charging forward, he jumped, and clapped his hands together, emitting a massive wave of explosive sound that could be felt down to the bone. Quote: Thunder Clap: This attack is a literal thunder clap. Damrius slams his hands together, and creates the shockwave. When a thunderclap hits, the distance usually varies on how much you feel it in your body. THIS is one right next to the physical body. Affects outwards in a giant wave. Affects any within the wave, as well as Damrius but to a much lesser degree. Still jarring to the senses, but mostly it's a large scale distraction for the opponents. He felt the jarring in his bones, but also used the force of the wave to hopefully knock his odd opponent on his a**, and allow him to finish this.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:36 am
Barely enough time to prepare himself further, Sunstrike blocked, arms and pole arm braced in an 'x' in front of him. The force washed over him almost visably as a rush of air and sound, leaving his ears ringing and forcing him back a few inches, digging into the dirt.
But if Damrius thought a little thunder was gonna blow this horizon down, he was sadly mistaken. Hastily, Sun bent his knees and his back, half moving WITH the force as opposed to locking himself in place, and then spun to get his momentum back, staff giving him the reach he needed to catch the other man midflight.
Damrius made a prime target that was just too good to pass up while in the air, and the pole would catch him like an extended arm in his bruised middle, hooking, and stopping his downward flight. Then literally shoving him to the ground, reversing the intent back onto his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 11:04 pm
Damrius couldn't even think. Had he just been hit by a damned truck? HIs body was vibrating.. and he could smell blood-stained dirt.
His eyes were filled with multiple colors, and he could feel the pole in his gut. And... Pain. Lots and Lots of pain. Something similar to broken ribs. He could barely make out the being above him, ramming the pole into his body.
He groaned, and felt his right arm tense up, followed by the still-unfamiliar feeling of drawing on the power of that darkness that was all around him, everywhere, but at the same time not really.
He slammed the palm of his hand into the nearest part of the pole to try and push it off, while at the same time slamming his left arm down to try and force his way up.
On his way up, he used his feet to slide out on the dirt, and brace himself, still holding the pole, using his body to brace the ground while still holding onto the pole, leaving only that much distance between the two.
He was breathing heavily, and anger was raging in his eyes - why wouldn't this thing just Die! DIE DIE DIE!
(Minor Burn-Out - 1 post)
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 5:56 am
Sunstrike's eyes narrowed, his shoulders screaming at him from the effort of driving the bigger guy into the dirt. It left his timing off, and his grip weak, otherwise he'd have been able to simply yank the pole back out of Damrius' grip.
He'd pulled something delicate, of that much he was sure, added to the tazing from before...his grip was more then a little shaky.
That, however, didn't stop the progress of a very solid foot pinning the the hand that was on the ground stationary, while Sun's other knee came in for a crack over the pole and into Dame's upraised head. Using his own double handed grip to yank the bigger fighter forwards, just a little, into the force.
Space or no, Sun was, in Damrius' own words, a speedy b*****d, and a vicious dirty fighter when the oportunity presented itself.
He would try to dislodge the weapon through disorientation rather then full on force, a knee coming straight at a face was a little distracting. He was ultimately unsure as to whether his arms would hold up to the strain. And if the outcome was a concussion for his opponent, so much the better.
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