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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:36 pm
((Probbaly a bit heavier than that, considering the armour is both a monster and twice the size of a normal one.))
Mind powers! A worthy foe!
And with that thought it went flying off to the side, next time it would be prepared to counter such attacks. As for now, the helm turned around 180 degrees so it could watch its oponent even with his back turned.
Gadzoooks! A pistol! The guantlet moved in ways a human arm never could to cover his own back. When the shots embeded itself in the shield, the Flase Knight applied the air brakes so to speak. Even though it was floating it still had a full range of movement, it could move at full charge backwards if it needed. It needed.
The brakes stopped everything, except the sword. That guantleted arm was still orbiting around the now still Knight. With a few controled pushes the sword was spinning around the torso horizontaly, much like a saw blade. A saw blade that was now chaging toward the man who fell to the floor.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:44 pm
((Allright, didnt know about the size difference.))
Jacknife raised a hand holding a small black disk and a rope shot out. It attatched itself to the roof and wizzed him all the way up. He swung once and landed on a rafter.
"Can you fly too?" He asked the monster as he fired straight down into the middle of the figure.
((I sort of question the shield if it can stop bullets, most shields could be pretty much rent useless by a good whack with a mace, and a bullet would have much, much more force.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:17 pm
((Key word most shields. I'm gonna invoke the "boss monster = leet gearz d00d" clause. XD
Still, I have to point out the monster IS armor. Any hit could be potentialy damaging.))
"Feind!" The False Knight shouted as Alen took to the air.
But the shots could not be avoided and peirced the armor of its upper body. One glanced off the helmet and into the shoulder, the other near where a neck should be. The shock was enough to disrupt the magic forces holding the armour together, and the momentum of the charge was enough to send the pile of armour careeng across the room.
But even that wasn't enough to stop the False Knight. It got up, large dents visiable, and looked at the man on the roof.
"Coward! Fight like a man!" Was the battle cry as it began yet another charge. Only this time it didn't slash, no on the run over it "sheathed" its sword by placing at his side. With his now free hand he reached out towards Alen, but how would he get him on the roof.
Then it became apparant. He stopped and let the momentum take the gauntlet fly towards Alen like a go-go gadget arm. It would try and grab him, and if it was sucessfull it would drag him towards the False Knight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:23 pm
Jacknife grabbed the hand with his mind and attempted to hold it pinned in the air as he shot at it three times. It was coming straight for him. It would have to either divert it's cource, which seemed unlikely from the way the knight moved, or take the shots through the gauntlet. If the gauntlet was too strong for his mind to hold, which was highly doubtful as it shouldent be very heavy, the bullets would provide the extra force to at least knock it off cource.
"Why should I fight like a man, you're not. You're fighting like an armor thingee! I'm quite content to fight like the scoundrel I am thank you very much."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:39 pm
The gauntlet stopped mid air, needless to say this pissed off the False Knight. He began to walk closer and closer putting more and more force behind it. But by the time it got close enough to apply enough power to overcome the mental block, the bullets were already fired.
"MYYYYY HAAAAAND!" The false knight screamed as it was defelected off course. Instead of grabbing it imediatly closed tight in pain. And instead of going for Alen, it blasted rafters a few feet to Alen's right into splinters. Whatever he was holding onto was now shaking, and perhaps quickly loosing integrity.
"Curse you Feind!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:44 pm
"No, dont curse me! I'm not all that bad. You just have to get to know me."
Jacknife slid along the rafter untill he passed a support. Now that he was on safer ground he stopped to call down to the knight again.
"In fact, I've got something for you."
He unclipped a capsule from the back of his belt and tossed it down, it would land right on the knight's head.
"Catch."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:57 pm
There wasn't much he could do about the capsule, and he figured it would be one of those bad things.
So it made a sweeping motion with both it's arms. The closer one would be an atempt to bat the capsule aside with his shield. But the other gauntlet, it was still wedged in the rafters, but still close enough to the body to move.
Alen would see a cloud a sawdust and falling wood heading right towards him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:03 pm
The high explosive grenade exploded as it hit the shield. The shield may absorb a lot of the force, but one of those babies could blow a hole through a steel girder if it exploded on top of one.
Jacknife held an arm above his head to shield himself from the sawdust.
He batted pieces of wood back down, roughly in the direction of the knight while the rest of his energy was spent attempting to hold the hand still again. He adjusted for movement, and fired another two rounds into the gauntlet.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:19 pm
It didn't matter how strong the sheild was, it would be blown to smithereens. Now, I'm not sure if you know this, but metal smitherens are dangerous. While the shield protected him, the shards of the shield would peirece through the armour.
It decided to recoupe rather than follow trough with the rafter attack. Alen wouldn't even have to have to stop the gauntlet. I would be forcefuly pulled in the opposite direction, back towards the knight. Because of this change in direction, the bullets would only shake up the gauntlet a bit.
So there it stood. Armor like a cheese grater, and one shakey hand returning to him. The other, blown to s**t and lying on the floor.
"... I will end you..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:24 pm
"You should have taken me up on that offer for a drink. It's still open if you want to stop fighting and tell me anything you know about petals of chaos, and give me one if you have one."
He crouched on the rafters as his gun's clip fell out and another replaced it, the first slidint into his pocket, there were still bullets in it, but best to reload when you got the chance.
While he was reloading two long combat knives slid out from him and darted to the ground, where they sat, hovering near the ground in front of the armor.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:31 pm
Nascen hadn't felt the need to intevene yet, but he was sitting not too far off, watching the fight sitting on his backpack as he watched the fight, staff laid accross his lap and the gun strapped on still.
Hey, it had asked for a one on one fight.
Humming to himself, Nascen pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open, and checking for messages left. None people tended to call him crazy when he gave out a number, and often enough when he wasn't, and then never call. He wondered why.
Nascen played with the phone a moment, before a little tune started playing. "Smoke on the Water" to be precise, in little electronic beeps.
"Y'know, I'm thinking we didn't really need to fight. I mean, I know what you mean sexual tension, you'd be surprised how few girls actually talk to a bloke, guess the eye makes me scary or something, y'know? Ya' get real pissy after a while, but if you get all violent you eventually get hurt or else kill and wreck everything around you. And then you're bored and frustrated again, right? There are all sorts of great hobbies you can take up to fix that, I mean, arts and crafts are a great start for anything, you wouldn't believe all the neat stuff you can make. Lots of other stuff too, I collect cards, work out, y'know, all the stuff like what ever, and all that frustration just up and dissappears after a while, y'know? That would'a been nice, right? I mean, lookie, one of us could have worn you like some neato suit of armor like Masuyu has, or something, we could make this uber tag team, and..."
No, Nascen didn't stop. He went on babbling in a friendly, chit-chatty tone to the armor. On, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on...
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:35 pm
Perhaps he should have, but the False Knight never gives up... Especialy when he was given an opertunity.
"You shouldn't have done that." It held its gauntlet out and a strange purple energy surrounded it. When you're a floating suit of armour you learn how to reach out a bit. Especialy to things like loose weapons.
That same purple energy would intercept the knives as they floated down, covering them in it as well. Alen would find himself in a power struggle, the cheesegrater knight was atenpting to send his own knives right back at him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:40 pm
"Well, now with we two locked in 'send the knife at the other guy combat.' I dont know how this will ever end. Oh wait... I have an idea. Hold on."
He unclipped a second capsule from his belt and tossed it down at the knight. "Catch."
"Oops, sorry. I forgot, you've only got one hand left, and that one is busy. Ah well, cant be helped now, we're both busy keeping those knives flying."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:47 pm
"This isn't o..."
Was the only thing that got out before the explosion. When the dust settled all that was floating was a helmet, and shards of metal floating below it. It all colapsed in a heap on the ground, usless.
The purple energy would subside around the daggers, setting them free.
Anyone who was sensitive to magic would feel something else chaotic in the room, flying around. Almost like a whisping spirit of chaos looking for some physical form to take.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:51 pm
Jacknife clipped the rope around the support and slid back down to the ballroom floor.
He flipped the switch on the small disk and the rope retracted back into it.
"Well, thats over. Too bad, I really liked that guy."
He retrieved his knives. He raised them into the air to catch the light so he could inspect them for any scratches.
"Hey Nascen, see if theres any sort of petal thing around here would you?"
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