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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 12:23 am
He slightly turns his head twards the right as he hears the soft voice.
* Keeping a low profile?*
He holds his right hand open as a swirl of flames bursts forth and foarms his Hellfire blade.
* Just incase I need it*
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 12:32 am
Draeken had been paying attention and kept his grin on his face as he sent a combination of fire and air through the after image, but then whipped it around behind himself while jumping forward a few paces. He had been slightly caught off-guard by the feint, but it wasnt enough to make him lose sight of Focht. The fire whip would not only burn and set fire to Focht if it landed, but would feel as if a true whip had hit him. The flames of it were a light blue to show that it was incredibly hot.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 1:00 am
Focht had little time to react to the whip, the flash of it going thru the image gave him warning though. Continuing his thrust at D's back, his speed increasing as he pushed off again, Focht became little more than a blur to those watching. Reaching out with his gauntlet clad hand, Focht looked to be attempting to grab the whip, an eire blue glow surrounding it. With a hiss, the whip connected with the icy aura, and ended up caught in the grasp of the gauntlet. Controlling a whip's path wasn't possible for where he had grabbed it and it spun around the gauntlet cutting deeply into his left side, burning the flesh and clothing as it went. Focht was too focused to notice the pain for now, it wouldn't be long though. Pulling on the whip, Focht hoped to pull D into the path of the blade. Even with the icy aura, Focht wasn't going to be able to hold the whip for long.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 1:03 am
*Relinth had found the house sometime ago, but had a very hard time actually navigating the area to get to the combat area. He walked in taking his place near a wall watching Focht, and D fight. He didn't pull his Katana, but simply rested his hand on the hilt*
I see...
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 1:05 am
You know you have a very easily followed shadow. *Soondu seems to appear behind Relinth.* Two things, one I found 2 of the people you asked me to find and two who are the bad guys here? *He says as he places a hand on one of his magnums under his coat.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:37 pm
*Relinth turned to Soondu, and chuckled a bit. Everything he had been looking to find out about had been solved all in one outing. Results made him happy so he put a hand Jason's shoulder*
I'm not trying to hide from anyone... Where are those two people. Forget about who the bad guy is you shouldn't be here...
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:42 pm
They are apperently pass the barrier of some place called "the citadel". And come on I'm not that much of a wimp.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:51 pm
As Focht pulled the whip, it raised up in front of Draeken as if being held by an invisible hand and was able to pull him forward a bit then begin to turn him to his left. In doing this he was able to once again narrowly miss Fochts blade. At the same moment, however, the whip did not become motionless. Instead the dangling end past where Focht held it snaked rapidly up the mans arm, extending further and further, likely aiming to ensnare Focht's entire arm. The whip was still burning just as furiously and as hot.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:53 pm
Breg He slightly turns his head twards the right as he hears the soft voice. * Keeping a low profile?* He holds his right hand open as a swirl of flames bursts forth and foarms his Hellfire blade. * Just incase I need it* Only for the moment. No need to draw undue attention just yet. *She remained in the shadows of the night, watching the fight between Draeken and Focht*
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:08 pm
Focht passed thru the space that D had just left, letting go of the whip and trying to move out of range. Thats when the pain started to get to him, slowing him down just a hair but in a fight like this it could mean death. Anyone looking close enough at the deep gash on Focht's side might notice the cracks in a few of his ribs. As he tried to head in an opposite direction from D, letting go of the whip; it caught his wrist and forearm, jerking him back off his feet. Focht's flesh burned at the whip's touch as it slowly began to burn its way deeper. Whether it was surprise or pain was anyone's guess but Focht cried out, only to be cut short when he hit the ground. The eire blue glow around the gauntlet began to fade the deeper the whip went.
"AHHHhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:20 pm
*Relinth shook his head at the man. He didn't know what was going on, but he wanted to join in on a fight that likely wasn't any of his business. It really wasn't Relinth's way. He gestured toward the two combatants*
Look... those two could be anyone. I might like one better then the other, but the hard thing to do is sit back, and judge which one is a threat if left alive. To the balance, the order of things... Which one is the bad guy?
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:27 pm
The grin on Draeken's lips became one of sheer malice. The whip jerked quickly while beginning to move in a sawing motion. It seemed that Draeken was attempting to remove Fochts entire arm. While repeatedly jerking the whip with his unseen energies, Draeken faltered then grinned even wider. Something different was happening now. The air around Draeken seemed to start rippling in long slow waves. Slowly and with a very painful cracking sound, Draekens wings parted to reveal the entire front of his body. Slowly they moved to be folded against his back neatly.
His arms were free to move around now and they did. At first it was only a twitching in the fingers, but slowly his arms began to rise from his sides. Halfway to being held in front of himself, Draekens arms went into a more normal speed and raised above his head. Draeken looked up into the night sky and closed his eyes. High above him, a circle began to grow. It started very slowly, but was gradually gaining speed.
The circle was darker than anything could have possibly been. If there were any color more absolutely dark than black, this was it. After maybe ten seconds a majority of the sky was nothing but that oppressing darkness. Within another thirty seconds the earth would be half covered by this darkness. Inside of two minutes, the entire planet would be engulfed and the darkness would spread from the sky to fill the space between the earth and sky.
Darkness would soon engulf the entire planet. Even the most powerful sources of light would only illuminate perhaps half a mile in a circle around it. Candles, torches, and various other small sources of light would be all but useless. Yet despite this darkness, Draeken seemed to stand out from it. He wasnt illuminated, but he stood there, visible to all, as if the darkness didnt affect him nearly as much. Everything else though was unseen. Not even night vision would work unless there was a nearby source of light, for this darkness seemed to eat the light. And for nightvision to work, at least a little light was needed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:32 pm
Aria looked to Rel then back to the fight, but it was useless in this darknes, Not even her vampiric vision allowed her to see. She sighed heavily "My Father.... But we're trying to change that....This fight is just a distraction....So please dont Interfere..." She remained silent after that.
{Edited}
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:32 pm
... *He noded, taking his hand away from his gun.* alright.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 11:08 pm
Focht wasn't about to lay there and let D take his arm off. Feeling some slack in the whip, Focht quickly moved and freed his arm. Rolling away from D alittle ways, he got back to his feet, his left arm was mangled and useless but wasn't bleeding much since the heat basicly closed the cuts as it went; in places there was bone showing. Not daring to look at his arm, Focht took a risk. With a snap of his wrist, Focht sent his Grand Klaive in a flat spin at D, hoping to get D's attention. He was running out of options; air blades didn't work, Focht couldn't touch D before but there might be a chance now. His right hand began to glow the same blue as the other one had. Smiling and looking at his hand, Focht disappeared again. This time, he held his speed as he went to strike at D with his empty right hand. Although, instead of being punches or jabs, Focht only tried to get just the slightest contact. By not slowing down, he was able to make quite a few passes, aiming for sholders, knees, elbows, ankles, etc. Each touch would deliver the beginnings of an icy prison. From each point of contact, ice would begin to form, spreading to immobilize the joints and possibly form a complete shell. It was intended to remain as long as Focht remained standing but could be broken with enough force, melting it would only cause it to spread more.
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