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 Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 12:39 pm
Yeah...That wasn't the brightest thing one could do in a situation like that. Julio would end up with a traditional wooden sandal somewhat in his mouth, and that plus the speed and strength of the kick, would be damn painful Instead of continuing the rotation he just continued the forward momentum. Unless the kid could support Shouyin's entire weight with his mouth he'd fall over backwards, and the half-golem's foot would stomp him in the face.
"Mayn." A blow like that could very well break the kid's jaw, just snap it loose, and he'd get a bit of Shouyin's toe in the throat. We're talking all of Shouyin, focused into one foot, shoved in Julio's mouth. Damn.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:12 pm
The hard momentum of that kick going into Julio's mouth was painful. But he was bringing his hands up to that foot kicking into his mouth and then steps back to try not to have the foot injure his jaw or break it. When he lept back quick enough, he grabs hold of the ankle of the foot and then uses his inner strength to then yank at his entire leg to spin and fling him to the other side of the playing field.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:20 pm
OOC: According to where you placed yourself after my punch, you're now falling off the edge of the platform. As well, I'm kicking you in the mouth, that would break a normal person's front teeth on impact, you wouldn't just brace and hold firm to such a blow. Also, Shouyin weighs 186lbs. plus fifty because of all the stone in his bloodstream. This is almost doubled by the fact that I am flying at you, I don't know what kind of muscles you got in your neck, but you aren't going to be able to hold off the kick long enough, and then pull my leg out of your mouth, and throw me around, without my simply falling over. So think of something better, or Shouyin flies at you and kicks your face down into the other platform you spotted.
In other words: FAIL.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:31 pm
OOC: may we start over from where you were doing the spin kick and then about to kick my chest or face? I apologize for my actions and wish to do something different from that point to solve this problem.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:34 pm
OOC: Sorry mate, but fight rules don't allow you or me to go back and edit posts, unless the most recent one doesn't make sense. This is the case with yours. So you can edit the post you just made to make sense.
That's the way it is boy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:41 pm
OOC: alright here goes..
IC: When the kick was in motion he arched back and was falling back, his mouth lodged off of the kick after being hit and falling backwards till he was dragging on the ground, his mouth hurt quite alot but his jaw didn't break with luck. He slowly gets up after the hit, feeling a bit painful from the dragging and then looks back at him. Julio then reached for his weapons, his tail spear and weapon at arms coming to bare. His spear on his tail was glowing an odd form of red.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:46 pm
OOC: *sigh* That doesn't work either. You roleplayed yourself to the very edge of the platform. Far enough back that you could see another platform below you. You then caught the kick in your mouth. I am kicking you off the first platform and then driving your face into the one below us, unless you can think of something logical to counter with.
FAIL 2
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 1:52 pm
OOC: Sheesh don't you ever get tired of wanting to be mister always perfect rocko?
IC: that kick to his face was too hard for Julio to handle. As he was hit, hsi body was shot out of teh platform and flung to the platform below, his body tumbling about and lifeless for the moment till he then gets to his feet a bit stiffly, grunting as he then reaches behind him and pulls out his weapons, his tail bears his spear like a scorpions tail, the tip end beginning to glow an odd red as Julio is reaching inside of himself and surging chaos energy into the spears head and tip
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 2:03 pm
OOC: I kicked you face first off a platform, then drive your head several feet downwards before pounding your skull into the ground with 236lbs. of Shouyin...AND YOU GRUNT!?
Okay, either you don't get the concept of the Void and are just crapping out ideas to keep your character alive or, well I don't know what else. That kick would crush your skull, smash it to bits, eliminate it, stop it from existing anymore. However, your character doesn't perish, because none of this is real.
We aren't in the Matrix, you die in the Void, you survive in real life.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 2:05 pm
OOC: Look if you don't stop being a b*****d I'll just quit and say you win. I wanted a long fight and you just wnat to be mister macho man and say OOH LOOK AT ME I'M INVINCIBLE CAUSE I GOT THE BRAIN THE SIZE OF A MARBLE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 2:08 pm
OOC: Whatever mayn, come back with your insults when you learn to keep up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 2:16 pm
OOC: is it just me or is your skull made of solid rock in real life because you seem more golemn than human to me.
IC: Julio felt the kick get into his mouth, the kick driving him off of the side of the platform and on a plumiting way down. the pain wasn't much since he jumped back to lessen the pain from the impact. Grabbing onto his leg while on the mid air way down, he then barfs it up quick and pushes away, spinning to one side and spreading his wings out in mid air to push away and keep from being grabbed by him on the way down, seeing him falling after he managed to get out of that scrape in mid air.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 1:36 pm
_______The smell of sulfur filled Vincent's nostrils as he struck a single match on the metallic surface of his coat. Holding the flame before his eyes, he couldn't help but smile at the odd show being performed on the matchhead. His left hand hovered above the match, its long pointed fingers slowly moving about and feeling the heat rise up. He moved his right hand upward and positioned his left vertically next to the flame, slowly drawing closer to it. Soon, the match pressed against Vincent's left hand, although he felt very little of the match and none of the feeling was pain.
_______The veins and tendons in his wrist, mutated similarly as his hand, twitched as energy coursed throughout its twisted form and up into the ash colored skin. The match ignited the energy and Vincent smiled another ill grimace as the flames crawled up his hand. He drew the match away for a moment, and watched the heat and light produced by the fire slowly die. Then, he drew them closer and watched his hand burn once more.
_______Vincent cast the match away when the wood had all burned blackened. He crushed the match beneath the heel of his lead-soled boots before waving away the smoke filled air, coughing every now and again...
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 1:49 pm
"...was there really a need to do that?"
Chris stepped out of the shadows, with a glare on his face. He stared hard at Vincent, his cobalt eyes regarding him. He was about 10 inches taller than Chris, but it looked like a foot and a half. Chris' arm guards glinted in the light as he stepped towards Vincent, his hands twitching slightly.
"Wasting the bounty that Gaia has provided for you? On such a mundane thing as pyro maniac urges?"
Another step, and a 'tch' sound passed Chris' lips. His legs were protected by two seperate pieces of armor, one on the thigh, the other on the shin. That and the arm guards was all the armor he had, and though not too heavy, it lacked the strength that proper armour would have. Chris carried on walking, now about six foot away from Vincent. He raised his arms and squeezed his fingers and thumbs together at the tip, to make them into the Mantis Style position, and charged at Vincent, aiming to hit him in the solarplexus just below where his ribs came together in the centre of his chest. Although a simple blow, lacking in real strength, the energy he forced into the contact would probably wind Vincent were he struck.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 2:00 pm
_______From the first word the man spoke, Vincent's left hand moved to find the hilt at his hip. The hilt belonging to the sword attached upside-down by ten pairs of metal claws to the back of Vincent's coat, the end of its slightly curved six-and-a-half foot blade extending above his right shoulder. A single quiet chuckle escaped Vincent's lips as the man came at him. Immediately, the long fingers of Vincent's left hand wrapped around the hilt and pulled on the sword. The clatter of the disengaging metal claws filled the air as he swung the great sword in front of himself, diagonally from his lower left to his upper right, and jumped backward a few feet in the same movement...
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