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 Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:36 pm
There was a loud rumbling as the marble collapsed. Paul looked to the side on a hunch.
Of course, nothing in life could be that easy. The kinetic gun on the Shadowman's hand was glowing red-hot, and vents had opened up all alongside his arm, letting off so much heat that the air rippled around him. The vents sealed after a moment and the Shadowman attempted to body slam Darius with a running leap.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:39 pm
((What? The heck is that possible? The Shadowman was encapsulated with two floor-to-ceiling walls on his sides, making a straight line between Paul and the Shadowman. How could it be to the side?
Oh, oh. I get it. He broke out.
That still doesn't explain how he's to Paul's side, but...))
Darius leapt away, disturbingly fast, cracking the marble beneath him. Despite the fact that his form was distinctively solid, and his soul was not exactly dispellable, an REF would probably be trouble. Right?
He threw various of the bits of marble surrounding him at extremely high velocities. No aim-point to follow, either - they were just circling, and then they were flying in little bullet-sized chunks at bullet-type speeds.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:45 pm
((Well, you basically boxed in Paul & the Shadowman.
Then just the Shadowman. I'm assuming Paul unboxed himself.
Thus, Paul looks to the side a little - the wall the Shadowman broke out of - and sees him.))
The Shadowman ignored the marble chunks, going at Darius in a full sprint. His path tracking software let him avoid anything that didn't swerve - and within about three feet, no aim adjustment was possible.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:49 pm
Hmmm.
Darius rounded off the edges of the marble, staying clear of the Shadowman with remarkable capability, and started throwing baseball curveballs, except still at bullet speeds. Occasionally he would also simulate a knuckleball, which wasn't as fast but was still fast enough, and was far less predictable.
He kept gathering chunks of marble.
Paul, meanwhile, demanded medics extremely vocally for himself and Joe. They could get back into action if someone would DO SOMETHING FOR THEM, since neither of them were healing. Joe was supposed to be able to heal, but... he wasn't. Something was wrong.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:52 pm
Joe was slowly beginning to exhibit the symptoms of shock. His breathing was fast and shallow, and he was growing pale. Not good.
It probably had more to do with the sudden lack of mana than the actual injury; it was likely that Joe had been hurt worse in his life.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:56 pm
Paul, who was probably in shock but had too much mana and adrenaline running in his system to care, moved over to Joe, and started talking. "What happened to you? I couldn't really see, tell me about it," he told Joe, getting him to lie down. He summoned up a chunk of marble - hard work for an injured man - and put Joe's feet on it. Presuming, of course, Joe didn't go on some almost roid rage and prevent Paul from helping him at all.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:00 pm
Linda was alongside Joe moments after, along with Josh and Sebastian; they seemed so weak in the presence of the Shadowman.
"This isn't good, Tyrg wasn't supposed to attack at the same time," Josh muttered.
The Shadowman continued his assault on Darius, dodging deftly, but the arm with the gun was conspicuously held outward continually. He seemed to expect some sort of opportunity.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:01 pm
The muscles in Joe's face, and indeed the rest of his body, were shivering slightly as he gasped.
"He...shot me. Thought that...was obvious." He tried to smile and instead coughed a bit. "The REF...it was...on the knife. I can't...I can't...." He took a shuddering breath and stopped talking.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:05 pm
Darius aimed several curveballs in a pattern that would absolutely force the Shadowman to substantially reposition to avoid losing chunks of body. Dodging was working unnaturally well for him, but he had broken out of the wall. What was left to be BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG
The skeletons decided that now might be a good time to start shooting again. The hail of gunfire was difficult to predict, since they had the common sense to use automatic and thus completely lose control of their firearms - they couldn't aim at the Shadowman specifically, since the kick affected their aim, so it would be a lucky guess for both of them if they hit or not.
Since there were so many skeletons, there was a darned good chance they'd hit.
"REF's on the knife?" Paul demanded. "How do you think that's possible? How could that even begin to be possible?" Keep talking, Joe, keep talking...
Robert... impart thy long-awaited wisdom here, please.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:09 pm
"That...orange goo, man...the stuff he...put on there!" Joe winced as his bullet wound throbbed. "Yeah...not good..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:11 pm
Robert's voice was faint from Paul's mere proximity to the field.
The Shadowman dodged repeatedly, eventually firing a ******** kinetic blast from the again red-glowing kinetic gun. The vents on his arm opened again as he dodged behind a pillar.
Josh swore quietly. "I was supposed to be the medic, but I can only do magic-based healing!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:13 pm
"Someone...just give me...some gauze or something," Joe said. "I'm...pretty good at...combat medicine. Josh," he said, waving a hand weakly. "Take my knife and...get something to wrap me with. At least we...don't have to worry about...a bullet being in there."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:16 pm
Paul grunted. "Okay then, I'll do this," he snapped. His line of work had done the job, and since joe knew stuff about it, he could help. Sort of. "You're not doing well enough to treat yourself, so yeah, let's get some gauze and some... ah, some way to clean this wound out." It should probably be done at some point.
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Darius split himself to avoid the annoying kinetic pulse, and it shot right down the line. He returned by collapsing the pillar.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:20 pm
The parts of the pillar within about 3 feet of the Shadowman were unharmed. That was more than half, but a large chunk of marble still fell from the ceiling, cracking against the floor. It occurred to Darius that collapsing the ceiling on them was rather foolish, as in "everyone around me will be dead" foolish.
The Kinetic pulse blew the side of one of the domes open, regardless of the parts that clipped Darius and another Shadowman rejoined the fight.
Josh, meanwhile, had used Joe's knife to tear strips of his plain white shirt away.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:22 pm
Joe shakily began to walk them through the process of making him not die as quickly.
((I guess I'm logging for tonight. I might be on later. Bye.))
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