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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:32 pm
Lowering his head, he stared forward now, his right eye opening.... but this time no blast of heat emanated forth.
Instead... black flame roiled around within, obscuring any remains of yellow, and from his point of view-- Vahn's vision in his right eye suddenly became akin to thermal imaging.
Whiel Vahn could easily enough feel body heat and tell a person apart usually-- this was a new extent. To actually see that emanating warmth, to the degree that he apparently became the Predator.
"....." He didn't know where the fog came from, but the cover was welcome. Depending on the distance, he could easily pick out any human in his vincinity, more or less.
And it would be with this that he would begin stalking towards the closest man, something forming along his right arm.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:36 pm
Jacob, focused on defending from attacks coming from outside the ruins, was completely oblivious to Vahn.
He was also on the exact opposite side of the ruins, closer to the crescent plains.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:39 pm
One of the guards was leaning up agaisnt the ruins, between two rocky places so that he could remain hidden. The troops were in hiding, the low visibility helping with this to anyone using conventional methods of location. They would wait, and use their sense of hearing to know when people were approaching through the fog.
He heard something, and pulled back the action on his shotgun. He heard something... inhuman.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:44 pm
Using the Hand's innate ability to mold and make fire itself become as malleable as any blacksmith's metal, forming the several black spears that suddenly shot downward and and rained stabbity stabs onto the guy's face and upper body.
As the body was punctured, each gaping hole would be instantly cauterized, leaving no loud blood splashes to be heard or a heavy stain for someone to see.
Vahn was crouched up above the guard, both legs split apart between each section of ruin; the sound the guard had heard had been Vahn vaulting and doing his Sam Fisher split.
If that guy went down, Vahn would stare ahead, focusing on anything else in his way to the makeshift bridge in the lake.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:46 pm
Fortunately for the troops, they were scattered around the ruins. They were almost oblivious to what had just happened, except for the two UGH troops and their thermal imaging scanners.
Though they, to their best disgression, let Vahn pass unopposed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:49 pm
He pushed off his current position and went skidding to the ground, head turning sharply to the side so he could be aware of any change in movement.
His right arm was being pulled in a specific direction-- more than likely to where his sword lay. He just had to be sure he grabbed it with his left hand and not while the Hand was still in use...
Walter never did breif him on the specifics of what would occur should that ever happen. But Vahn felt it best to not tempt fate.
Pushing aside several slabs of rock, he saw the glint of the flamberge's hilt and took hold of it with his left hand-- before tugging back hard and freeing it.
There was a notticeable tight gasp of steam and released heat as Vahn found the blade to be free of all and any Ofuda's.
The blade still had some "boom" left charged in, since the monk had prevented the full force of Vahn's technique to go off.
Excellent.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 4:58 pm
Standing up, Vahn would cast one final glance behind, before finally turning and making a brake for the lake. His body was sore and ached in several spots, but he wasn't going to stop now.
There was still one last thing to do.... before anyone could sing his swan song.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:37 pm
Usually, large chunks of stone don't move.
Or curse.
Or tumble over completely on their own.
In this case, this chunk of stone was a very unhappy Mooo, who'd been pinned under that thing since last night--it was a good thing he wasn't completely covered by it or other rubble, otherwise he'd have suffocated or not had any leverage at all. By bracing his back against the ground, Mooo was able to press-lift the stone up enough for him to first kneel, then support it up against his shoulders, and finally shove the thing off using the strength of his legs.
He looked like hell--half his shirt was gone, his gloves and pants had small tatters on them in addition to a giant hole over his left knee, and one of his hanging suspenders was ripped completely off. Leaning against what was left of the wall next to him, Mooo caught his breath for a few minutes, sliding down to a seated position, his hand resting on his stomach as he thought of how hungry he was--it'd been more than 24 hours since his last meal.
This job sucked.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:42 pm
Mooo wasn't particularly hurt from the fight yesterday--his hands were a little sore from hanging on to Vahn's flaming emo boots, but other than that, he was feeling fine. The worst injury was the overall soreness from falling out of a tree and then having a wall land on him not thirty minutes later.
More sounds of combat resounded throughout the area--did these people do anything but fight? Cracking his knuckles, Mooo pushed off the wall, jogging toward the Crescent Plains. He'd see if any of his temporary co-workers needed help--'cause they damn well might.
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