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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:07 am
(( can't think, can't type (barely), can't keep eyes open. sorry guys, i'm out. ~passes out and drools on his keyboard~ ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:09 am
There!His breathing was ragged, and his blood was on fire, literally. One way or another, this fight had to finish, regardless of how it had started. Vahn wasn't even bothering to use anything else but his fists, having disengaged the Hand and doing his best to keep his blood in check. Which meant if it couldn't be unleashed outside the body, then inside it would roil furiously to be let out. Which probaly just spurred the fighter to finish even faster and with more determination-- although it seemed Mooo was equal in that as well. While the left fist was already dropping, exhaustion burning in his muscles, his right fist was coming from above Mooo's line of sight, while his attention was still focused below hopefully. Vahn's overhead punch would come swinging, as Vahn shifted his weight putting to use the muscles from his legs and torso giving it everything he had. With that furious motion, Vahn's entire body would be twisted to the left, a cry echoing from his lips as he felt something tear.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:12 am
We have reached an agreement. Quote: KageNoEnzeru: I want a call on whether or not Flare has a clear shot TheMightyJello: Yes. TheMightyJello: Yes she does. TheMightyJello: She can shoot at a guy that's standing inside, by his own admission. The wall may fall. But Shou gets another severe case of 'woman with fire' to add to his list of women with fire who've hurt him. He's going to develop a phobia soo-... oh, wait, it's already there. edit: Quote: TheMightyJello: It's too late for s**t like this. Too early! Too tired. Too angry. domokun TheMightyJello: ...but events ******** ROCK. Where else do you get this kind of high-grade literate action nonstop for 18 hours?
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:19 am
Overhand punches were above the receiver's line of sight, but the turn of Vahn's shoulder and arm told Mooo where the next attack was coming from. It was a solid chopping right that would drive down on the top of Mooo's skull and knock him out, if not for the amazing power of gravity that Mooo decided to use, nudging off the wall with his shoulder and stumbling forward, his left shoulder aimed to press against Vahn's chest--it wasn't an attack, it was simply a transference of stability.
However, this defense, mainly designed to allow Mooo to rest, kept his head tucked low as the chopping right grazed over his back, thumping dully against the back of Mooo's right arm, its power halved and more. Hopefully leaning against Vahn, Mooo's stance slid open just a bit more, his feet turning outward as he bent his legs slightly--he was as tired as Vahn was. Just one more punch, he kept telling himself. Then he could close his eyes and go sleepy-bye.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:24 am
((Throwing in the last two NPCs under my command, the Ice Bishop, and Null Mage.))
With Shouyin no longer attacking him, in fact, no one at all attacking him, he went back to reinforcing the wall with ice. It wouldn't hold up much longer, but would buy some time...
The Null mage was caught off guard with how easily the darkness went down, preparing for a longer counterspell fight, there was nothing else he was prepared to do...
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:26 am
"More, more, more..."
His eyes were blown wide as the first shot hit, the plate armour bore the brunt of the damages but the impact was still felt. Forced backwards a staggering step as his foward momentum was destroyed a series of other shots were coming in.
The bands of magic that he had wove to create the initial push against the wall hadn't completely seperated that in a moment after the first bullet the barrier was protecting him. It wasn't as strong as it could be and it chilled him greatly and while he still found the impact of those others he lived through it.
Pushed backwards his feet were stumbling on the rubble. There was a clear image before him though was something he wanted to leave a parting gift for. With his sword held in his right his left hand came up with the flintlock, as he did so the hammer pulled back and at the moment when the aim was as clear as it was going to get Quin let that third round of warpstone fly on a plum of green fire to explode on that Null Mage.
The recoil of the weapon threw him out of the building completely and he fell flat on his back uncermonially. Further thrown because of the orb the Null Mage had thrown at the ground he had stood upon.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:27 am
((Also, Thank. ********. God. PC involvement ftw.))
Jacob saw the fire shoot off to the side, after Shou. Some part of him worried-- it was another SMC merc getting shot-- but the other found safety. He could focus on killing the shades in his arms before they brought their self-made knives down on him--
And then they exploded. Jacob was violently tossed out of the hole Quin had made. He landed slightly downhill, and a good ten feet away, clear of the Null blast entirely, even before it was fired. The corpses, indeed provided little resistance to the power. His torso was fine, the armor charred, but his face--
Jacob had had precisely enough time to twist his face to the side and close his eyes. His arms were ahead of him, the axes and spikes position partially disrupting the arrow's explosive force, and his high-collar flapped open fully, but there was only so much that could be said. The bodies had stopped any energy flash, as far as heat would go, but concussive force was concussive force. He was dazed, heavily, and spent this turn twisting, finding his bearings, and trying to stand. His internal controls--balance, senses, thoughts-- it was all scrambled by the pure force of the blow. His eyes swam, his ears rung. It'd clear from the man-- he was a survivor, and had taken shots to the face before-- but however long that would be was in the air.
Frankly, he had precisely enough intellect left to joke purely innerly and vaguely about the IQ points he'd just left on the floor... just as he flopped onto his stomach and all-fours.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:28 am
((Posting for the archers that were just placed under my command))
It was pandemodium. They felt the fortress shake underneath them, and the archers thought of only one thing: Survival.
They ran in leaps and bounds down the stairs, sprinting past Flare toward any exit they could get to.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:32 am
Can't.. keep my eye open..
Getting watery, and having to support nearly double the weight now, he found himself sliding back further, as both men went into some mock-clinch. As Mooo's feet slid, Vahn got his left foot in, and agains Mooo's right heel, before shoving his left foot further to the side, attemtping to somewhat topple the fighter to the ground by breaking his balance.
He gave a half hearted shove and elbow strike to Mooo's back with his right arm at the same moment, trying to aid in putting the fighter to rest.
If not, both bodies would probaly end up tripping over each other and collapsing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:33 am
Fireball, gasp, stone, explosion, sailing, fire fire fire, stop, drop, roll, building fall down.
Happy b***h?
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:33 am
((By the way STAT man, NI, you forgot the null blast in the hole as well. No problem if you were tossed clear of it during your seperate flying episodes, would have liked to see mention of it. Could have just as easily hit Jacob on the way out the door. I know it's easy to forget small attacks in the middle of these huge fights. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:36 am
((Take another look, I remebered it and edited it in.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:37 am
((That, along with the Shades being blown up quite clearly before they stabbed him, was intended in my post but forgotten during typing. I've got it kept track of in my mind, but my fingers are starting to betray me.
Sleep...is for...the weak...Mrrrh))
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:38 am
Mooo's knees dropped a tiny bit more, keeping Mooo's balance as he took the hit, his upper body falling over to the point that he was doubled over--but that was what he wanted. His right arm tensed up, held at a ninety-degree angle from shoulder to elbow to wrist, he tucked it down, then used the lean to power his strike, leaning into Vahn a bit harder as he threw a tight, close-quarters uppercut aimed right for Vahn's chin, a pinpoint blow powered by a strong twist in Mooo's hips, further strengthened by Mooo's right leg turning on the ball of his foot, the move designed to vibrate the jaw, which in turn vibrated the braincase. Lights out, should it connect--but this close-in, with Mooo having the low ground and thus the advantage, what options did Vahn have?  Get lower, for one--which was impossible at this point. Absorb the blow with his free hand, for two--which would still rattle his skull. Try a rock-away, for three--and be open to a counter. Or take the hit and fall over.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:39 am
((Thanks for the consideration STAT man and NI.))
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