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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:07 pm
The elivator came to a stop on the main floor and with the a ding, the doors opened. Yo-ko calmingly walked out of the lift and exited around to his right, promptly heading twords the bar area.
Once he got to the bar area, he grabed a yilngling black and tan from the fridge. Not finding anything good to eat, he walked his way over to the kitchen where he carefully looked from cabnet to cabnet until he found a pack of beef ramen. Grabbing himself a quick pan, Yo-ko threw two cups of water in it and quickly brought it to a bowl and threw the noodles in. While they cooked, he thought that he would grab a bowl and chop sticks so he could leave as soon as he was done cooking them. Hopefully Deity didn't care much if he took the food stuff out of the kitchen and into the Arena, but for some reason Yo-ko thought he would at least understand why he did it. He wanted to see the fight.
Dumping the noodle soup into the bowl, yo-ko quickly cleaned up and put the pot away. Grabbing his beer and his noodles, he walked back over to the bar and sat down to enjoy his breakfast, waiting for people to join him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:40 pm
((Yoko....the fight isn't in the arena. If it was....the building would have likely been torn apart by now. It's in a desert in America.....))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 4:23 pm
Taliman Wesley The knee came as a surprise, it wasn't like Tybron to close in like this. It wasn't so deft however that Tali had no defense. He threw himself backward in more than one sense. His spine bent backward to let him smoothly dodge the knee kick, and at the same time he flew in retreat to avoid Tybron landing on him. Getting trapped by those legs and being at the mercy of his little brother's fists wasn't an appealing notion.
Keeping himself close enough to fight but far enough to give himself room to act, Taliman read the incoming kick and his hands were already prepped. The sole hit him, but not with the impact intended. His arms whirled about and his palms clasped onto the former vigilante's foot. His left fingers grapsed the back of Tybron's ankle, his right came from underneath taking hold of the toe of the boot. Like a snake poised he gave his brother a grin, arms knitted tightly around the end of the leg and holding the foot snugly to his chest.
"Ha!"
He shouted a laugh, and his arms visibly pulsed as he pulled them apart, twisting the foot and sending Tybron for a dizzying spin in the air. He pulled himself to one side as he twisted, effectively throwing Tybron to the left at the same time. He wasted little time after the throw in chasing after his brother, waiting for him to restabilize himself. He punched a fist into his left palm as he flew. The instant Tybron stopped himself, likely in a position anything but ideal, a hard elbow was shooting into his body just below the ribcage. Immediately followed a left cross for the face.
Wesley's method of attack here was focused on strength instead of speed. The spin would have left Tybron somewhat disorientated which would leave his reaction time for the moment slow enough for the Emperor to land more meaningful attacks.
He grunted softly, his fists clenched and his eye squeezed nearly shut as he willed himself to a stop, an-- nevermind. Now the world was a weird shade of purple that was soaking into the frame of his vision as Tali's elbow crashed into him, his lanky body folding up a bit before he could even right himself - he was still a little sideways. Somehow, he thought, I missed that one coming. His chest felt a bit like a drum, and the drumist was really pissed off. His brother thankfully was a bit slower with the follow-up, which gave Deity a second to get himself upright.
Seeing a fist aimed for his face, he hastily threw up his own arm, his wrist swiping the punch aside to his left. He didn't bring the arm back down in case Tali wanted to just swing it back for a second go - he was still a bit dizzy and wasn't sure he could counter it. Instead Deity stepped in a little and let loose a right hook to the lower left side. It lacked a little punch despite the fact that it was one, but his focus was still a bit off from that horrendous elbow.::
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:23 pm
Wesley's grin never faded as his punch was blocked. He knew that his first hit had taken it's toll, and Tybron was a little slower because of it. Even if he put on the show that he had recovered, that the blow hadn't knocked the wind out of him, Tali knew better. He still had the oppurtunity he sought to knock some sense into the boy.
He pushed hard against the arm that held his in the air as he closed in on Tybron and turned to see the hook coming. With his left arm crossing into the air in front of him, held by his brother, his right tore down across from the opposite side and deftly snatched the punch out of the air. His dark glove curled around Tybron's wrist, he made an audible grunt of effort as he dragged that arm up and to his right while simultaneously pushing Tybron's still-raised left forearm down and toward the boy's chest.
The end result had the Emperor pushing Tybron's right wrist against his lower left pectoral and his left arm across his chest, pushing his hand into his upper right pectoral. Closing the distance even more so and using his own chest to trap his foe where he was, Taliman effectively crossed Tybron's arms and left him at the discretion of the fox's own short but powerful little legs.
Face to face by no more than a few inches Taliman's closed lips smiled at his enemy. Just like that his right knee lifted in a hard kick to the lower left side. Trapped as Tybron was, even if it completely overwhelmed him it wouldn't knock him away. That is, unless Tali let him go. Which he did, but only after the knee lift. Shifting his left hand to grab the wrist it was nearest to (the left) Wesley released the other arm and forced Tybron away with a simple one-handed push.
Upon creating only a few feet of space, he deftly lowered himself in the air, ducked, and delivered a horizontal left kick to the abdomen like a spear throw. This follow-up would be harder to avoid than the last, as Tybron had fewer options with his arms temporarily tied up the way they were. Oh yeah, and knee lift for the pain.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:22 pm
::He made one mistake, opened the window, and a world of hurt was more than thrilled to flood the room. The efficiency of these blows was so carefully calculated - any other time and Deity'd have seen them coming without any problem. Now, after a dizzy spell opened him up, a single heavy blow had knocked some of his wits loose. Things were spiralling, and he couldn't let that continue.
His ribs were sore by now, feeling as though one more hit at that point would just shatter them outright. His arms folded down around his stomach to protect them from any futher harm as he slowed his retreat, a good distance away from Taliman now. A hoarse sigh escaped his lips, breaths strained. Still his vibrant red aura tore through the air around him, fiercely glowing eyes glowering over at the miniature monarch. He wasn't going to give in, not yet. This fight was just getting started.
After the couple of seconds he took to gather himself, the tall Orinian's ki flared up as he prepared his approach. He braced himself, focused on his target, and with a blast of light he closed in like a flash. Another string of unintelligible sounds filled the air as the two warriors clashed: slashes, crashes, booms, bangs, shouts. The two men flew so fast through the desert air that it was a chore to keep up with them, much more so to actually follow with the eyes. Flashes of light occured here and there, and each massive impact in the sky kicked the sand around a little more each time far below. This was enhanced further by the fact that the two brothers were gradually moving downward as their battle waged on.::
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:08 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 8:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 4:57 pm
(( lol, s**t happens like that sometimes....))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 4:01 pm
::If his cycle didn't run as quietly as it did and actually had an impressive "vrrroooom" sound to be made, it would probably be drowned out by the vicious combat taking place overhead in the distance. Angellus finally arrived on the scene, his crescent bike drifting in sideways per his typical dramatic fashion. With a kick of the outside leg he tumbled away from the cycle and landed upon one knee - quickly he gestured with his right arm, and the bike collapsed on itself in a flash of bright light. All that remained was a cigarette-sized vial that gravitated into his waiting hand with haste.
The 6'0" slayer stood up steadily, taking precautions not to lose his balance in the random gusts being kicked up by the waging battle beyond. The region wasn't that windy until these two started fighting, he remarked with a shake of his head, his left gloved hand raising to shield his eyes from the glare of the sunrise that was nearing its completion. Thankfully his eyes were protected by the gawdy goggles he wore, which would no doubt leave two big circles of unblemished skin upon a mask of sand and dirt once he removed them later on. His spiky brown hair and leathery jacket, of course, looked no worse for wear - the sand just blended in. His blue jeans and white tank underneath would be getting a sandblasted dye job, his worn shoes just being made more rugged. It made him wish he had some big hearty chaps to complete the image.
Remarkable how fast these people were; Angel's bike was gunning at top speed, and in just over a minute - the time it took him to catch back up to everyone - the Wesleys were already going full tilt, the climactic event of which had severely thrown his bike off course. The thought occured to him that learning to fly might be useful, but it wasn't their technique itself that gave these people their speed, it was the power they put into it. Hovering and floating was one thing - bolting across the sky like a jet fighter was another altogether. Angel's specialties were a quick draw and a fast aim, but with pistols, not his bare hands.
As usual, a quick look around proved unfruitful in finding allies - the only person here that he knew was Jade, who herself hadn't always been an ally. In fact, there was a time when she'd have liked little more than watching someone like Cado tear him limb from limb. Yeeghh, Cado, he reflected. The two of them had met in combat once - an outlaw as he was, Angellus had never sat well with Taliman's takeover of the Orinian Alliance. An assassination attempt on his part warranted a beating from the beefy Saiya-jin behemoth, a tree made from the parts of lesser brutes, this man was. The slayer never managed to find anything on this Cado character - someone so powerful surely should have some history to them, but Cado seemed to just appear from nowhere, stronger than belief with a will as malleable as wet clay. Taliman was lucky as hell to find someone that fit so well into his given role.
But anyway.
The boy returned his attention to Jade, and quickly stepped into the Saiya-jin mountain's shadow to kneel next to the short-haired young woman. These two were rather close in age, though they'd led pretty different lives, on very different planets. Just the same, here they were watching someone they mutually cared for in a fight to the death against someone they mutually despised. One hand on her shoulder helped ease his transition into the hello, which needed to be a bit of a shout in her face considering how loud the area was.::
How're we doin' hun? We winnin' yet?
::Perhaps a joke. Perhaps a bad one. The tone was genuine though; Angel had confidence that - after some fifteen hundred years - Deity would figure out a way to win this one. He just wasn't sure if Jade had it, too.::
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:01 pm
His eyes squinted against the sand that blew around the desert, black spikes of hair whipping in the wind. It was too much effort to try and actually follow each of their moves, and considering he had just gotten off work, Caine wanted to do as little as possible.
He glanced over at Charade's arrival on the other side of the mountainous Cado. He'd encountered the hunter a few times, but never looking for one another. Just happened to be in the same place at the same time is all. Mentally, the Saiya-jin noted the closeness now apparent between Charade and his sister. Wasn't it not so long ago that she wanted him dead for nearly killing Tybron a few times? Apparently she can only hold extended grudges against me, he thought to himself.
Shrugging, he let it go for now. The only thing keeping him in this hot desert with the hot wind and hot sand blowing around like it was wasn't his sister.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 12:25 pm
::In the midst of all the chaos, a high-pitched chime sounded as a brilliant light appeared in the air, hovering some nine feet off the ground. Unaffected by the winds or sand, this faintly blue-white light grew in luminosity until it was casting shadows darker than the Sun over the horizon. At its brightest, the light grew in size as what looked to be the glowing tip of a sword punctured through. Through what? Through from nothing, apparently. Droplets of liquid-like energy seeped from the wound in space, falling to the sand and fizzling out of existence.
The sword tip deftly sliced downward, dragging the bright light with it and creating a streaking tear of energy hovering above the ground. At the end of the movement the tip retreated and disappeared, leaving a near nine foot glowing slice in space. Two great big hands reached through, grabbed the sides and forced the tear open wider. It was revealed to be a portal with glowing edges that - from the looks of it - was created in one of the Club Orion suites. The huge figure holding open the portal hunched forward stepped through sideways, moving into the light of the portal and revealing himself to be Aaron, the Hykanan knight and father of the Wesley brothers.
Sir Aaron clearly expected hazardous weather, as he'd come equipped with a jacket and a head wrap, which he'd carefully fit around his hair and mouth to helpd shield himself against the elements. He could survive without goggles. The big jacket wasn't zipped at the moment, but once night fell things would get cold and it'd be helpful to have. He held another, much smaller coat under his left arm, as he did Seinorei, the evil banishing Orinian weapon, sheathed securely in its scabbard now. Undoubtedly it was used to open the rift in space.
Stepping out entirely, Aaron released the tear and half-turned back to watch it as it quickly sealed back up. There was no danger of any of this awful sand whipping into it of course - a portal the type of which he'd created was one-way only. The mighty knight took in his surroundings. More people were situated away from this little group, but that was likely for the better - if things got out of hand, it'd result in fewer problems later on. The biggest-- well, now second biggest man present was Cado, a rather largely-statured Saiya-jin that Aaron actually hadn't met in person before. He didn't seem to pose any threat unless someone bothered him, which Aaron didn't intend to do.
Further down were the young Jade and her new friend Angellus, who seemed to have just arrived. A short distance away was General Saewin, who was likely only here to see his master in action. Word had it that Taliman didn't do a lot of fighting these days - one might wonder if his days behind a desk had tainted the magnificent power he'd been given since birth. The knight paused in reflection. Shinorei was nowhere to be seen; either there was great confidence in the Emperor's heart, or great arrogance.
Bringing himself back down to earth so to speak, the ancient Orinian hero gently shifted the items under his left arm, keeping his right shoulder steady. He glanced up at the tiny little person that was perched next to his head, just small enough to find his massive shoulder a suitable vantage point. Likewise geared to withstand the heat and harsh conditions of this once peaceful if not ghastly desert, the miniature demon girl Kaen rested upon the shoulder-made-bench of the knight. He spoke to her through the fabric of his wrap, his voice warm yet powerful as anyone would remember - likewise, the accent he earned from his homeland never failed to add a comforting bounce to his words.::
You're al'right, little one? Not too disorientated I hope.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:45 pm
Jade had come out of her mental reprieve long enough to worry over herself rather than Deity. After some severe mental complaints from her counterpart about the conditions they were watching in, Jade had taken the turtle neck of her black top and unfolded it, lifting the elongated neck up over her chin to where it stretched over her nose. Though it wasn't much, it reduced the amount of sand she was breathing in.
So focused she had been on the battle that rocked the desert, Jade hadn't noticed the approach of Jake until his hand met her shoulder. Up until that point, she had been alone in Deity's corner, while her brother was in Taliman's, and Cado was simply there. Keno Nii chan had left a while ago, along with Miss Pith and her husband Unks. The original support system, whether for Deity or just for her, had fallen apart. Now a new one was starting up again. And she couldn't be more grateful.
"....I'm not sure. I can't follow them."
She shouted back at him through her turtleneck mask, but though she could speak and breath easier for it, her eyes were nearly squinted shut from the sand blasting around them. The girl had been able to follow their general location through ki easily enough, but actually seeing the fight blow for blow was near impossible. One could tell she had been there since the beginning from the sand that had piled up around her shins and knees, which previously hadn't been touching sand.
Whether Angellus' comment had been a bad joke or not, Jade seemed indifferent to it, returning her partially opened green eyes to the battlefield before them. How many times had she seen these two fight, only to have it end either abruptly or disasterously..? Not many, actually, but it seemed like it had happened a lot more. Just the animosity between the two brothers had made every crossing of paths seem like a battle in itself.
The addition of Sir Aaron and Kaen arriving on to the battle scene made the young woman just a touch more at ease. These were the people that were closest to Deity, had helped him prepare knowing what he was up against. Out of everyone that wanted to show support by being there for him, these four mattered most.
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Midnight Syn Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:36 pm
<< *Skittersinthebackground* ninja >>
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