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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:29 am
If Joe could just get a hold on the Acolyte...
He began to move around as the heat continued to build. He would try to keep the Acolyte's back to the door, in case Fyrin sowed up before it was over. In the meantime, Joe was turning the room into an oven. He raised his defenses.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:40 am
Joe saw the Acolyte - whose gender was indeterminate due to the armor and helmet he or she was wearing - flash in and out of his view. In the course of a second, several chairs appeared in front of him. In the space of a second, the Acolyte become little more than a blur of color and motion, and the chairs all smashed against him in the course of the second, though his defenses handled them with only minor losses.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:45 am
Joe decided to try it the easy way first: he began to fill the hall and area with as much fire as he could put out.
Which was a lot.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:49 am
The Acolyte teleported backwards; there was none of the usual blur - this seemed to be legit teleportation, shadowless shadowstepping- and Joe lost track of the acolyte for a moment. He suddenly felt an incredibly hard impact in his back. The Acolyte had a bolt-action rifle of some type.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:52 am
Even if the Acolyte could teleport, there should be no way that hey could fire without stopping. Joe closed his eyes and opened his new magical senses as his defenses raised again.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:56 am
The acolyte glowed brightly in Joe's eyes and moved forward. There was another sonic boom, followed by the crack of the bullet having originally left the barrel, as the Acolyte moved back again and ceased glowing. The bullet hit Joe's stomach at Mach 12. This was Over 9000 miles per hour.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 12:59 am
Joe took the hit and grunted, doubling over as his healing kicked in, but his tactic was working. He could better see the Acolyte. A few more times, so he could identify a pattern, then he would strike.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:03 am
The acolyte again flashed. Joe took a shot in the kneecap.
The Acolyte's plan became evident - by accelerating the bullet to enormous speeds with his own super-fast movement, it was forcing its way through Joe's barriers. The bullet's minimal mass was made up for by its outrageous speed.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:05 am
Just a couple more....if Joe could just track its movements for one second, he could strike hard enough to kill it.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:55 am
Fyrin dropped down into the shack, taking a more careful approach and examining what it was they were fighting for. He specifically looked for active thaumaturgical mana, trying to determine what function this place served.
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Paul gave a giant up yours to everyone involved and created ice gloves, and you can't tell me there's not water and that water can't be magically held together to slide down a gosh-dang cord and just let me get to the bottom already.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:21 am
THERE IS NO WATER FOR PAUL.
Nah, the ice gloves worked.
Of course, this had roughly as much effect as anything else he'd tried - being ice, it had little friction, and he was still basically in free fall.
Which he had been for around a minute now.
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Fyrin couldn't detect any particularly large amount of mana - it seemed it was probably just a weapons cache.
Weapons... cache...
If Fyrin could still salivate, he would've when he came to that conclusion.
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The Acolyte perked up as it heard Fyrin enter. It teleported past Joe to check out Fyrin's arrival.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:59 am
Joe threw a couple of explodey fireballs after the Acolyte, then took the opportunity to build his defenses even higher and heal all of his injuries.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:48 pm
Paul swore violently and serrated the ice, more or less, creating a massive amount of friction, and with magical ice, it didn't disintegrate. Plus it wasn't too sharp. So now it was rough and very frictiony. At the worst he'd wrap his grappling hook around the cord and use it.
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Fyrin made himself as unthreatening as possible by pumping mana into only his shield and leaving all other types empty. He could charge up a thaumaturgic spell when he needed it. His bandages were still loaded. In the meantime, he decided to determine what weapons were there, and if they were worth retrieving.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:51 pm
The Acolyte teleported behind Fyrin and lifted him a little. Before he could react, the Acolyte threw him at Joe.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:58 pm
Joe threw up an air curtain that slowed and stopped Fyrin, but before the demon could thank him Joe spun and planted a powerful kick in his back, using the same wind as before to propel the skeleton at extreme speeds at the Acolyte.
In the meantime, Joe flitted forward behind Fyrin, sending a wave of fire along the ground.
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