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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:45 pm
The wind blades, from so close a distance, would scratch into the armor and tear through the cloth bits, but the woman was left unharmed, ultimately. As Iri attacked, the woman brought a steel fist down on Iri's trapped arm, at the elbow, trying to snap it in half.
"Good! Good!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:22 pm
If there's one really awesome thing about being a Fury, it's this: Pain doesn't seem to matter as much. Iri feels the bones in her upper arm snap close to her elbow. Had she been in her usual state of mind, Iri would have been screaming and thinking of how to get the hell out of there. Instead, her Fury side hisses her frustration and dissipates again.
One thing catches Iri's attention, now that she's not in hand-to-hand combat. The woman's sword. Sticking out of the ground and threatening to fall into the earth itself. There's an idea!
Iri appears about five feet in front of the woman, her open left palm reared back. She thrusts her palm forward and sends a powerful, concentrated burst of air straight for the woman's chest, where the heart might be. It serves a few purposes. If Iri's lucky, the strike to the heart could stop the organ and possibly end in her demise. Even if it doesn't do that, it should be plenty of force to knock her back several feet. It's also a distraction. Because, as Iri releases the attack, she beckons three of the air bombs she earlier created to slip into the chasm along with the sword. At the same time the ball of air leaves Iri's hand, three powerful bombs go off in an effort to get rid of the woman's weapon.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:34 pm
The woman's weapon falls quickly as the ground gives way underneath. She slides back a few feet, her feet digging into the ground until rock covers her ankles. The woman's hands fall by her sides, then quickly slam together. In time with her fists, two pillars of stone come up from either side of Iri at opposite angles, threatening to crush her between the rounded ends.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:44 pm
By now, Iri's learned to read this woman's movements. She isn't sure if the movements are a necessary part of her earth attacks, but they are a give away to them. And so, Iri's body is nothing but a hazy image by the time the stones meet. She disappears after that.
When Iri rematerializes, her position has changed. She's about ten feet to the left of the woman. Only one fan is out and open, her other arm limply hanging at her side. Grinning with wicked mischief, she immediately begins to toss wind blades at the woman. Each blade is aimed for her fingers, wrists, and elbows. Yes, her armor is thick, but any form of armor has to be weak at the joints to allow for movement. So, Iri's going for the places where she's most likely to make quick progress. She's also hoping it will keep the woman from forming any more earth attacks. But she's not counting on it. If this doesn't work, she'll have to back off and start thinking bigger.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:03 pm
The woman doesn't turn right off, but picks her left foot, then slams it back down. A large boulder flies up from the ground, about the size of a curled up person and only a few feet from the ground. As it floats for a moment, the woman changes her stance and slams two open palms towards Iri, not touching the rock. The blades cut into the rock as it rockets towards the fury, splitting up before shattering and showering sharp stone in Iri's direction. What's left of the wind blades wrap around the woman's armor and dissipate. It seems anything more than a few feet away won't touch the armor, and the woman is just quick enough to not expose her joints for long.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:22 pm
Irritably muttering, "F*** it all!", the Fury makes another disappearing act. This is becoming a problem. The Fury does have self preservatin instinct, and so it doesn't want to launch into an all out frontal assault. Not with a broken arm. If she were uninjured, she would just whip out her naginata and go to town on that b***h. Unfortunately, though, she doubts generating the kind of force it would take to penetrate the armor with one hand is possible. Not on her level of physical strength. She could summon up a large, nasty tornado, but what about the fallen kid? He would be in the way. So, what to do?
What about a change of scenery? I don't think she'll care. She's here to challenge me, right? Not marvel at the damn trees.
The Fury takes on a ghostly image of herself and gestures at the woman with her closed fan. "You wanted me to give you a good show, right? Well, this place is a little cramped. And my other half will surely seal me away again, should I show off with the boy laying over there. So, how about we skip over to the Kaze Dojo? The field will be perfect. Lots of space to work with."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:26 pm
Eerie Wind Kunoichi Irritably muttering, "F*** it all!", the Fury makes another disappearing act. This is becoming a problem. The Fury does have self preservatin instinct, and so it doesn't want to launch into an all out frontal assault. Not with a broken arm. If she were uninjured, she would just whip out her naginata and go to town on that b***h. Unfortunately, though, she doubts generating the kind of force it would take to penetrate the armor with one hand is possible. Not on her level of physical strength. She could summon up a large, nasty tornado, but what about the fallen kid? He would be in the way. So, what to do?
What about a change of scenery? I don't think she'll care. She's here to challenge me, right? Not marvel at the damn trees.
The Fury takes on a ghostly image of herself and gestures at the woman with her closed fan. "You wanted me to give you a good show, right? Well, this place is a little cramped. And my other half will surely seal me away again, should I show off with the boy laying over there. So, how about we skip over to the Kaze Dojo? The field will be perfect. Lots of space to work with."
"I would have to agree with that."
Kaimen's voice could be heard, but he himself no where to be seen.
~You can yell at me later.~
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:28 pm
The woman begins to attack Iri again, but stops when she makes her offer. She doesn't drop her guard, but she smirks for a moment before pulling two fingers in towards her palm. Her eyes cut sharply as she hears Kaimen's voice, but she doesn't show any real concern.
"Alright then."
After a second or two, her sword quickly rose from the ground, hilt-up, under her right hand. She grasped it and pulled it out, slinging it over her shoulder before turning towards the dojo and walking, slowly picking up speed until she was barreling through the forest, trees literally moving out of her way, leaving a clean path back to the spot they were at.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:53 pm
The Fury dissipates and takes off toward the Dojo as little more than a wisp.
"Considering my current condition, objection is hardly advisable. I would like one more chance at destroying this one, though. These claws are itching for blood. For now, I just need someone to make sure that boy is safe. He took a lot of damage. After my last try and his safety are secured, do as you please. I really couldn't care less. As long as her death is slow, painful, and gory."
Kaimen may not know Iri well, but he might be able to pick up on the subtle changes of her personality. She's more abrasive and much less polite. Blood and death have never been favorites of her's, though she seems to crave those things like deserts crave water at the moment. And something about the quality of her energy has changed.
It doesn't take long before Iri's form is seen on the outskirts of the Kaze Dojo's field, floating high above the tallest windmill and still a mere ghost image of herself. She's waiting on the armored woman.
(( I hate to do this, but I need to go crash. Got to be up about 4:30 am. Already stayed up too long. Later! ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:58 pm
~Alright.~
Slowly, earth would encompass the boy, pulling him deep underground. The place Kaimen would usually put people is the Tsuchi dojo, but given that's a bit further away that necessary, he created a makeshift chamber underground nearby that he would get the boy out of as soon as the fight was over. The boy could breathe, that was good enough for Kaimen.
Kaimen soon after, appeared a few feet away from Iri on the ground, being that he did not fly. Crossing his arms, he would abide by her wishes, however, if she faltered, then he would intervene himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:45 pm
Dalcon wakes with a screeching sort of scream, in absolute pain. The echo of his own yelling seems to make the pain even worse. Last he remembered, he was trying to shank some armoured chick in the head. And now...he's underground?
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 6:00 pm
The woman rumbled to a slow halt right as she entered the field. The trees remained bent back as she stopped, and gave the area a once-over. When she was satisfied, she began to walk towards her opponents, looking at Kaimen before shifting her gaze upwards. She let the sword slam against the ground as she flexed her hands, scooting them farther into her gauntlets.
"You're going to let this man interfere? I didn't expect it, but it makes little difference. Now that we're fighting on your terms, I do hope you'll let me hit you at least once more, my Lady."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:51 pm
Kaimen simply tapped his foot waiting for Iri to respond. He cocked his head back, gritting his teeth under the helmet and crossed his arms. Slowly, his skin began to become covered with translucent minerals, like a shield of sorts.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:08 pm
White wings shrug their indifference to the armored woman's statement. "Not like it was my idea, stranger. The man is currently the leader of this facility. He'll do as he pleases, as is his right on these grounds. Though he has agreed to give me one more chance at finishing you before he gets involved. So don't get too excited."
Iri holds out a hand and energy pools in her palm. The energy forms many small beads and they begin to circle the Fury in the fashion of a cyclone. As they move, the beads form into air bombs, twelve total. Then Iri's body solidifies and she gestures in the direction of her opponent. The air bombs travel and descend to circle the armored woman, hovering about level with her ankles.
"As for letting you hit me, well, that should be an obvious answer, don't you think? Why waste the breath on it?"
By now, a pretty good wind is picking up around the woman. And the perimeter the bombs set up is widening. Dust and plant matter are floating up into the air to spiral up until falling out of the forming cyclone's area of influence and back to the ground. Nothing about the atmosphere is changing, so she's not going to make an attempt depriving the woman of oxygen. That's not the Fury's style. She thinks that tactic to be a little too nice. What she has planned is still forming.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:57 pm
The woman smiled and slides the face shield down before tightening her grip on the sword, using both hands to wield it now. She looked at the debris swirl around her and stuck her sword straight out into the cyclone, then began to stir the air the other way, using the broad flat of her sword as a fan to disrupt the buildup and either negate the attack, or give her longer to build up her armor against it. If one paid close enough attention, they could tell that she was infusing her chakra-like energy into her armor, and bending it skilfully enough so that it wouldn't break under pressure.
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