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 Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 4:32 pm
The window exploded inward. A small sphere bounced into the plane. The perplexed passengers stared at it; seconds later, the - evidently male - person from outside was standing in the aisle and the sphere was gone. There had been no evident transition time. He looked down the aisle away from them, then turned back towards them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 5:06 pm
((What about Paul and Fyriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 5:49 pm
((In a bit. ._. I don't feel up to any groundbreaking posts yet.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 6:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:17 pm
Joe stood, adopting a fighting stance as his fists sprayed sparks. "Hi there," he called to the...guy. "Can we help you with something?"
He moved himself surreptiously between the man and Jacob.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:34 pm
The man grinned. He flashed forward. Time seemed to slow to a crawl for a second, where they could track his movement. Then it returned to normal as he flashed behind them. He lifted the nozzle, which was linked to some sort of mechanism.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:56 pm
Joe spun at top speed, left arm swinging wide to knock the nozzle away and right arm bursting into flame as it launched forward in a jab.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:04 pm
When Joe swung, the guy was already ducking - again with the absurd speed. Most of the passengers were starting to scream.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:11 pm
Joe shoved Jacob back, to try to avoid him getting hurt, and skipped back. "What the hell is going on here?" Joe said, throwing a hail of tiny, explosive fireballs all around the man.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:17 pm
The man flickered around the vicinity of the fireballs and began to advance again.
Roland warned Joe.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:20 pm
Ohhhh, you have got to be kidding me, Joe thought. This is gonna be rough.
He set off an incredibly bright flare, then dove back and grabbed his bag. He rooted through it, scattering clothes, and came back up with the Titan's Fists.
I think we have a Sage on our hands, Joe thought. Oh my. "Our hands." Haha.
((That horrible pun was totally unintentional, I swear.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:26 pm
The dazed man stumbled back, the nozzle whipping the air before him violently. He made a flickering evasive move back towards the cockpit, eventually stopping against the wall.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:27 pm
Huh. I don't think he liked that.
Joe began to walk forward, setting off dazzling flares every step or so. They alternated between his left and right hands, arcing into the air and down to the ground.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:33 pm
Keeping his eyes blocked, the sage groped around, grabbing the first thing he found, a plastic cup. He drew back.
Oh s**t.
He threw it; it hurtled down the aisle like a bullet.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:37 pm
A plastic cup was even easier to deflect than the bullet that it flew like. Joe spun in off to the side, sapping its momentum so it caused no damage, then flashed a flare from both hands, closely followed by a fireball.
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