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 Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:35 am
((Alright. I dunno if I feel like RPing to kill time in the bar, though.. chances are I'm not going to have anything to do. whee ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:36 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:38 am
((O mon, get bizzeh, mon shee dat boogie dun stop when da beet'ah jus' keep swingin' an.. get jiggeh.. cuz *blah blah blah blahhhh jamaican crazy babble* SHAKE. DAT. TING. Bunnuh bunnuh.. *jigs*))
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:40 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:43 am
((Thank you. I wasn't asking you to be hit by this particular technique, Epithany. However, I've described in my last OOC post was that the best way to stop this totally was to throw up an energy field or something of the like. This attack is by no means unstoppable, but it is rather hard to get by. Besides, after all the spinning Pro's been doing, he's most likely to puke. Your char. doesn't even look like she broke a sweat at all. Anyways back to the fight. And I'd appreciate if we could wrap this up in the next few posts.))
As soon as the last stone fist fell away, Protean's body suddenly curled and he collapsed into a pile of freshly ground sand. His head was throbbing and his stomach felt like it was lodged up in his throat. Next time, he'd have to use wild razor more sparingly. Because feeling like this totally sucked.
With shaky arms, the werewolf managed to stand, but suddenly felt like he was about to toss his cookies. He did everything he could to keep the raw elk he had earlier down, because no one needed to see that. However, it soon passed but the smell of singed and burning fur really didn't help his digestive system. He actually felt whoozy now.
But he had to concentrate to keep going. For now, he'd refrain from using his techniques and would stick to good 'ol brawling. With a mad growl and a few barks, the werewolf immediately rushed forward and began to send punch after punch towards Epithany. Some went for her admomen while others went for her face, each one sent with preternatural speed. At the same time, he was wary for any kind of temporal or physical retaliation.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:49 am
((Wow.. I'm realleh bored. whee ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:50 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:53 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:56 am
Despite having dampened the damage of his attack the sand acted almost literally as a double edged sword as grains rained upon her body at high rates of speed slashing her like many knives. Looking through the blood that run into her eyes from the many cuts inflicted upon her body she blindly tracked his movements. Diving low into his legs attempting a body blow at his lower half to cut his feet out from underneath him as he approached
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 2:03 am
A blow from Epithany's body connected just above his stomach and served to unsettle and infuriate the werewolf's nausea even more. He would've then puked all over her body, if not for a supreme test of will. He wouldn't let this stop him, however. Though, he didn't know how much longer he could last. His vision was starting to blur and go hazy slightly.
Raising both fists over his head and balling one over the other, the werewolf attempted to slam them right into Epithany's back. If it connected, she would be dealt a near bone breaking blow, at the very least a rather large bruise would be dealt to her, plus she would be sent down to the ground rather harshly. If it missed, Protean would raise his right knee for knee strike into her upper body, between her ribcage.
((Gotta wrap this up within the next post or so.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 2:10 am
Nearly completly blinded by the stinging blood flowing into her eyes, she kicked off his stomach backflipping to get out of his range. Upon landing she crumbled to her knees feeling to sore to move. Mumbling a undiscernable phrase she wiped some of the blood from her face to clear her vision.
"Lets end this here..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 2:13 am
((I'm going to continue from earlier today. So when I post don't think I'm like, crazy or something. Well you can think I'm crazy, just don't tell me.))
Reya did not get offended by his question or anything like that. She thought to herself. You know, this could work. Reya crept before him until she was standing directly in front of Grey. She took one big step in front of the other. With each step, her hips swang from side to side. However this did not last long, because of the fact that there was very little space between them. "Hey, I have the whole 13th floor to myself... Jealous much?" She stuck her tongue out at him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 2:16 am
"Gladly.", came Protean's sickly response. Right here was the last ditch attack that would decide this match up. It was obvious that both fighters had improved much since they last saw each other, but right now the winner would be decided right here.
Protean felt like he was about to fall over at any second, even if a small breeze was the one that knocked him over. In its own sick little way, it felt kinda good. Protean poured all of his energy into this last attack.
He leapt high into the air again and raised his right fist to strike away at Epithany, in one final punch. As he fell, he called upon the mystical energies of his very soul, causing them to be appear in the form of white flames that surrounded his raised fist. The werewolf continued to fall closer and closer, his mouth open loosely from exhaustion.
Upon landing, Protean swung his white flame covered fist in a viscous sideways haymaker. That was it. After that, he was done. What happened next would decide this match. He literally felt like he was about to fall over right now.
((Well, time for me to sleep. G'night everyone!))
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 2:19 am
Grey watched as her hips swung more than usual, obviously she was trying to catch his attention... and she was doing a fine job, too. He couldn't help but smile--she had an amazing body, and it amused him how she seemed to want to show it off a bit more now that their relationship was stronger.
"The whole floor, huh? Hmmmm... I might be jealous... if you say I can't come with you," he teased her, winking and fishing for an invitation to get away from his hammock for a few nights. Any night was fine, really.. but he would have rather it be every night.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 2:25 am
Not feeling like continuing she ran her hand over her staff a number of runes glaring into view. Tapping her staff on the ground a blue swirling vortex spun into existance underneath her. Sinking rapidly into the swirling mass. His fist would only meet soft sand as the portal collapsed behind her. With this she had conceded the match.
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