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| Unnamed |
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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 6:59 pm
(("this misunderstanding" was minor and unimportant to the evolution of posts. If you disagree, we can go back...but I really don't think it'll affect how the posts were responded to.))
((No. The chains weren't flung. They were used to fling.))
=Even if the moves appear awkward, they move towards a greater means. It's all about situation, momentum, and testing the limits. The unnamed is perfectly able to watch Snow's reaction, and he has his own prepared. As Snow's right blade comes down, there isn't much the sweeping leg can do to get out of the way. It has enough momentum and weight behind it that contact will be glancing, but the cut and sudden, if small, gush of blood indicates a good hit. The problem is the momentum and weight of the sweep, not to mention the direction. Aiming at the ankle or heel would mean the leg is moving in the same direction of the strike. Though Snow is rewarded with the sight of blood, he'd be met with the consequences of what momentum the unnamed has put into this strike.=
=Almost a sudden action, the unnamed stands erect again. He's still got a spin going, so he quickly wields the loose length of chains as a whip and lashes it out at Snow's left-held blade. This would mean this particular strike had its conception hidden by the back of the unnamed, possibly giving Snow the perception of an opening to attack. However, once the chain whips out, the unnamed will have his spade-shaped sword outstretched and ready to cut any part of Snow's body nearest him, which of course means he'd be facing him. At the same time, the unnamed prepares to carry whatever remains of momentum to quickly move into whatever comes next. He'll have to test how bad the wound on his right ankle is soon enough, but that still doesn't mean any expression on his face would show weakness of injury.=
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 12:31 am
(( It's not about disagreeing with the action or not. It's about formality - chivalry, per se. Unless you make the claim that chivalry has died in the 21st century -- which, unfortunately, it did. crying ))
Tch. Too weak of a slash...
Limits are those in which conflicts arise - and for this, there is no need to surmise the fact that this is...quite a conflict.
Blood gushed forth from where Snow finally succeeded in landing a first-ever blow right at the Unnamed's body -- at least, to his mind - which proved that even he can find some flaws within this cunning opponent of his. The attack wasn't as strong as he would've liked - had not for his stamina, he could've dealt a more fatal blow - but nonetheless, even cocky Gods have to bleed regardless in their existence.
Alas, had the petal barrier not been erected, Snow could've used his blade to deliver a shocking blow right into the wound left by his own blade, causing the injury to expand and damage the internal muscles hidden by the outer layer of the skin on this inhuman...
Blast. But still, the tide is beginning to turn, and Snow isn't going to just sit there and be the punching bag for this opponent that mocked him before.
It is true that although the Unnamed still holds relative advantage over he, the wielder of ice, there was a flaw in which the Unnamed apparently seems to failed to see, and which Snow has noticed just a few seconds ago.
For the sake of fluidity, the Unnamed is still balancing on his left leg to deliver the sweep and the attack. And even though the hack on the Unnamed's right ankle was a successful strike, Snow couldn't help but go on the offensive as he suddenly pulled his right blade back, collapsing his weight on his right foot so his body would be forced to kneel on the ground on his right leg. Noticing that the Unnamed is also thinking of something sinister in his spin, the chain that Snow seemed to have deflected just a post ago was suddenly careening towards his left side, and in a effort to at least stem the damage, Snow gave a quick back strike with his right blade...
Towards the Unnamed's left leg that was holding up the weight...
While then rolling to the right side again along with the slash. It doesn't matter if the strike made contact or not - just to start the momentum so Snow can dodge and at least push himself out of the lethal force of the chain being swung towards his left side.
If by any chance it doesn't work -- well, that's why there's the left blade to deflect and/or just divert the angle away from his exposed body.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:02 pm
(( xp How does this have anything to do with chivalry? I also wouldn't call chivalry dead...unless you want to claim the ladies wrong.))
=If the unnamed had purposely left himself open, the blade coming for his left leg would have been a fatal blow. At least it would bring the match to an end. If there's one thing to remember, its the general manner in which he fights, which can easily be seen as unconventional. Paying close attention to how Snow reacts and the various leads he gives, enough can be discerned to know exactly how to shift weight and momentum. With neither blade meaning to hit a mark but merely attempt to shift tide, the right blade is easy enough to avoid. The left blade needn't be dodged at all. Instead of using his spade-shaped sword to slash, he now shifts his entire movement and momentum into getting over the right blade.=
=The overall effect is that the unnamed appears to 'roll' in midair. He's not leaping or jumping or anything of the sort. He's literally just shifted what momentum he had left into a roll to send him over the right blade. The move requires a small kickoff, but most of the movement is momentum. In a sense, it's all about 'throwing' weight around. The instant he rolls over the right blade; the unnamed tucks into a roll, spins around, and stands erect. The whole movement, from Snow's low cut to the way the unnamed avoided it should put them three of four body lengths apart. The entire action also has the unnamed in another defensive position. This time his right leg is back, and he seems to be putting weight on the right foot.=
=The fight is taking a toll on the both of them. The unnamed can feel his shell starting to breath harder. It could be from the exertion just a moment ago. He can feel each injury, but that doesn't mean his face is going to show it. The barrier composed of what appear to be petals still dances in the background, and it was robbing powers for a very specific reason. Perhaps now might be a time to ask another question, so the unnamed speaks in that strange tone of his once more. It's the tone that sounds monotone and dull yet seemed to have three, distinct features behind it.=
It is said a true warrior can communicate their feelings, intentions, or thoughts through the clashing of blades. Tell me. Did you hear anything interesting? Can you tell why I fight? What this barrier is for?
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:24 am
(( Don't ask. xP ))
At least Snow doesn't have to worry about the huge bulk of the chain crashing right into his body from his interruptive strike now. But rest assured, Snow is regaining some of his stamina now, and quickly taking a few steps back as well he braced his body back into a normal stance again -- right leg first, left leg near the center of his weight. His right blade was now pointed forward towards the Unnamed's position, while the left side was holding it diagonally downwards, ready to slash up or parry if need be by the simple tacit.
With the breathing calming down, Snow's body wavered a bit from left to right, as if balance was not a good thing for him as of this moment. And, also listening to the Unnamed talk in that dull, boring voice....
"....If you can defeat me, then I'll answer your question."
(( Currently in a rush, so the post isn't as great. Sorry for the low quality for the time being. >_>; ))
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 2:54 pm
((I meant "hadn't" in my previous post...))
=The answer given is neither negative nor positive. It does show conviction. That alone can show Snow being of worth even if it doesn't prove he is worthy. Which relates to an inner struggle, so it were, between various forces. The unnamed shakes his head as he, in a word, continues.=
I heard your swords sing. They sang of desperation and anger.
=The first thing he uses his spade sword to point to is Snow's right blade, the one that cut him not too long ago.=
That sword sang of desperation, the want of power that is not one's own to rend flesh and bone.
=The unnamed then points to Snow's left blade with his spade sword.=
That sword sang of anger. 'Why does this opponent mock me as if he were a god?'
=The way the unnamed speaks is as if the last phrase were a direct quote. He turns his right foot as if digging in for an assault, be it his own or from Snow. No blood spills forth, proof that the bleeding has already stopped. The regenerative properties he holds have already stopped the bleeding from the shallow wound, and they're already working on sealing the wound. The material that made up the sock is a different story. That would have to be patched later. Still. In that strange tone of his, the unnamed continues.=
If you continue on that way, there is no chance for you to win.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 10:25 pm
Again, with more powers showing the different of levels between he and the Unnamed, his eyes narrowed to a dark stare as he saw that - alas, gods are still wretched gods, to no extent.
Against mere mortals who use their own power to fight, Gods do their own bidding, and play with their own in cheap comparison to mortality.
Emotional rage again filled his heart, and Snow was blinded to the mere calmness to what the Unnamed mocks him with. Who is he to say that he can't win? Who is he to say that he has no chance to win, even if he tries with all his might until the very end?
Who is he to deem him the fate of defeat, in which he has tasted too many times, and sick of too many times?
Snow can't understand that reasoning. Snow cannot understand the amusement in which these 'gods' think of themselves, in their oh-so holy state.
Bastards.
"The swords sing of what I have experienced." Snow began, tightening his grip on both swords. "The life that I've lived, the places that I've been. You who know nothing about mortality cannot understand why I fight, and why anger fills me..."
Faintly, Snow did not realize that his heart was beating irregularly, hinting of something foul amiss within his flesh.
"You cannot understand the meaning of my life. You do not understand why I fight. So don't you even try to say as if you know me and judge me before my time is finished in this world."
Ba-dump.
"Unlike the other mortals, I do not have much time left before I die."
Ba-dump.
"Can you understand what it feels like...to know that you will die before even reaching the age of.... To know that all your work is in vain of delaying the inevitable?"
Ba-dump.
"And I will not accept that. I will not accept that, and I will defy it -- I will prove to myself that I am not weak against the will of the hateful gods. I will prove to myself that I will not follow their fates.
I will not accept it.
So don't you f*cking dare to tell me that I am doomed to lose. Because I will not, and I will defea----"
Before Snow could finish his sentence, blood suddenly gushed forth from his mouth, his whole body gone limp from a sudden irregularity within his soul. Both of his blades were dropped from his hands as he went down on all fours, coughing and rasping in an effort to breathe, his body twitching uncontrollably from a battle for dominance of his body and mind.
Dammit....dammit! Not now! No! No!
The pupils glowed with the bloody color of red as his hair followed along, flickering between the normal dull color of blood to a more sinister notion, his cloak flapping wildly against an invisible wind that cannot be felt, nor touched in a sense.
It was cold...so cold in touch to his skin as the ground slowly frosted over, the irregularity becoming more evident, but strangely breaking apart every few seconds afterwards in a visual hiearchy.
And with a sudden scream, his entire cloak was shredded to pieces, shattered and turned to nothingness as it revealed Snow with only his bracers, a long shirt, and the clothing he wore within.
Had not for the barrier in effect, the result would've been different.
And there was Snow, still on all fours while mist seeped out of his body like smoke itself...his head lowered, the eyes and expression unreadable from where the Unnamed stands right now.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 7:59 pm
=The unnamed listens only to hear that Snow hadn't heard a word that has been said. What he hears is merely the fear in the heart of this one claiming himself mortal as if that were weak or bad. If the unnamed were to show anything, even a small hint of emotion, now would be the Vulcan's infamous eyebrow raise. How could such brazen, baseless accusations come forth is something that might be intriguing.=
You do not understand, but...
=He actually pauses in his speech. It's not characteristic of the unnamed, but he changes his tone from a statement to a question.=
Is it safe to say you are not you anymore?
=The unnamed actually kneels down, shifting his sword in his hand so that the bladed end points down before resting its tip in the ground. He looks over Snow and the failed attempts at effects and powers not his own.=
The moment you doubt your mortality and the potential that comes with it is the moment victory falls without your grasp. I am no god, and I can understand mortality better than any of those wretched beings who dare call themselves thus.
=He pauses. As of right now, it could be easily guessed that the unnamed is at his least defensible. Then again. If what is appearing before him leads to the correct conclusion, no defense is necessary. If it is not Snow 'in control' of the body that clings to the ground bleeding, whatever stands in the body would be at its weakest, more comparable to a toddling child.=
I do not deal in fate or destiny. I speak of the mortal struggle between that of his own power and worth and that of betraying and abandoning everything to powers elsewhere. What your swords 'sang' is what was seen in your emotions and heard upon the twang of your blades' edge.
=This can be taken quite literally. Though the unnamed retains his natural regenerative abilities, they are not enhanced by any 'outside' influence. He also didn't read Snow's mind. He merely used intuition and logic through careful and constant observation.=
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 9:35 pm
None of the words could reach Snow. In the hopeless struggle where the balance is tipped, the sanity and the insecurity in which the mortal Snow felt was deeply buried under the Alter ego which serves only to kill him even more, and reducing his lifespan even further than ever.
Ba-dump.
"Me, not me, life, death...ha...hahaha..."
Ba-dump.
"The fool doubts life. And I shall end the fools life through his own stubborness and fe ar."
Ba-dump.
"Who is to say who is right? I am, that's what."
Ba-dump.
"The fool is a lost cause. How many times has it been in which a mortal challenges an immortal, and failing miserably so? Hmm? Pathetic mortals...pathetic in their own way."
The Alter side laughed, slowly picking up the blades and looking at the Unnamed with lifeless eyes. Though still bearing resemblance to the man known as Snow, the personality and the attitude was wholly different. To it, death is a meaningless factor. He'll tear himself out of the cursed shell soon, and who cares about the life in which the other inhabits? Surely not him, nor of his concerns.
"Now then. It seems that my adversary has left this battle due to...me. Well, shall we dance?"
With it, the Alter lowered his posture, the eyes glistening from that lifeless tone to the scent for bloodlust. He slowly held the left blade more into a dagger-like hold as he shifted to a right stance - the right leg amped to deliver a burst of speed when necessary.
Snow is of no more in this battle for the moment.
Only the blood which won over right now is the dominant side for the demon to use to his pleasure alone.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 9:59 pm
=The properties of the barrier weigh down on 'this' Snow. This demon has no place in the worth of a man. The unnamed stands, but he takes no defensive nor offensive stance. The strongest slice and fastest speed from one preordained unworthy is of no value. He doesn't even bother to reset his blade to a position even noteworthy of...anything. He only glances, nearly glowers, at this beast which stands before him.=
At least mortals are of worth, where you, demon, are of nothing. Without you, Snow can grasp at victory. Now that his blood runs cold the weight of this place bears down on you untold.
=He pauses. There's a strange silence within the barrier. He glances the orb at the epicenter. It's grown nearly double in size to that comparable to a basketball. He had wanted to see what Snow was really capable of, but this turn of events complicates things there. The power this demon wants is palpable. It is also a power far outside its grasp. Within this barrier, his will is the only thing still strong.=
Lust all you want for blood and power. It serves you naught. The fool is you for vanquishing the mortal to the pits of your soul for you will find demon or beast unwelcome here.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:49 pm
Whatever the case, the properties which the barrier is composed of wouldn't affect this Alter side so easily as the Unnamed would've expected. Still having the vassal of mortality, the embodiment of physical, human flesh, Snow's body did not change nor "mutate".
The vassal is still human, so the effect of the barrier taking its toll on the Demonic bloodlust within his flesh would be slowed down dramatically enough for the Alter to still move with ease.
It doesn't mean that the Alter ego of Snow cannot feel the deadly effects of the Barrier weighing down on him.
"Kukuku....Victory? The weak tries to be strong, the weak tries to fight..."
The demon raised one of his blades high into the air, then impales it right to his left torso, just away from the critical organs. Grinning while the pain seeped through the body, it chuckled again.
"But it forgets that the weak can be nothing else but weak. Do you really think that I care for this pitiful fool to have victory? Nay.....nay.
I just enjoy seeing the flow of blood....blood from the opponent, blood from myself..."
He yanked his weapon out of his body, a flow of blood seeping down the clothings, in which the Alter looked down again and laughed at the sight of it.
"Just look..! Such a beautiful color of blood, blood, BLOOD! Can you not see it~? The beauty of death flowing beyond the worldly frame of torment and suffering?"
Apparently, the mere action of the Alter side clearly portrays perhaps, the struggle in which the mortal Snow has to face. Confronting his birth between a human and a demon, the struggle between the two dominant factors which tear and destroy his body apart, the shortening his life, his weakening ability to take the burden of the wear and the stress by these two factors...
Pitiful.
And now with a roar of laughter, the Alter ego of Snow charged right at the Unnamed without a care of what happens to this 'body' of his. For all it cares, he just wants the world around to enjoy the suffering it will bring untold.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:55 am
=The unnamed takes another glance at that orb of energy. It's growth has slowed. He knows it will soon begin to shrink, to the point of being a singularity. The thing is he can't tell exactly how long it will take for that, but he knows he'll be using that energy. He half-listens to what the alter has to say, but he easily reconstructs everything. The unnamed doesn't respond nor retort. He pushes the blunt of his blade against his chain-wrapped left shoulder before 'kicking' off with his feet. As he nears range with the alter now occupying Snow...=
You're slower than he was.
=The unnamed means it too as he slashes his blade out towards the alter's chest. This would act to both force the alter to block and be unable to strike with a neck-high or higher slash, and the chain wrapped arm would serve to protect most of his body. At the same time, speed and momentum would carry him right past this alter. At that point, the unnamed would watch to see how the alter reacts before deciding on a final action. At the same time, he'd have something to say as the alter responds.=
You're weaker than he was.
=The general plan is to use the aggressiveness of the alter against it. The basic idea was to use momentum to carry himself past the alter before using his chains to sweep the legs that once belonged to Snow and follow that up with a powerful slice from his blade towards the alter Snow's left shoulder. That is if this alter reacts by trying to turn and lash out at the unnamed.=
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:22 am
"Different mind, but same body~!"
Blood continued to flow from the self inflicted wound, and even the laughter of death cannot be as horrifying as this Alter ego inside Snow's blood and mind, ignoring the pain and deadening the senses that would restrict his movements had he been conscious of it.
With glee and with the killing intent in his eyes, the Alter side quickly twists his torso leftwards in the same direction in which the Spaded Sword was slashing out towards as he reacted in a counter against the speed, letting it brush just a few inches away from contact before countering it. To it, reaction was everything, and the body in which the original owner of this body trained it so that the body would at least be quick enough to react to sudden changes -- sacrificing defense and power, reaction was and is a critical factor to employ in every movement and attack tactics.
"Weakness is for the weak~ like he is!"
And since the Alter Ego was holding the swords in both his hands during the maneuver - before the Unnamed can really strike back or move away, the Alter launched a right slash - from the Unnamed's perspective, from right to left - with his right blade towards the Unnamed's neck, and the left blade towards the Unnamed's pelvis - two big targets in which even the chain might have difficulty to defend against.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:43 am
=This is the perfect opportunity to carry out at least half of the original plan. He whips his chain out at the alter Snow's legs, letting the sword slash come to his pelvis. Being covered in that strange clothe of his and taking into account that the alter is weakened by the barrier where Snow was not due to what blood was 'in charge' boiling forth (not due to mutation or transformation), he'd feel the blunt force of the blade as force from it was dispersed evenly across a wider area. Still. The strike doesn't wear at the clothe like that blade from the 'rain' earlier. The sword coming for his neck might be a different story. The angle and perspective allow the unnamed to see the strike coming, but that means he has to change tactics for a moment. The alter won't be tripped up in time to divert the strike, so he'd have to do that himself.=
=How so then does he divert this strike? The unnamed changes the trajectory of his initial slice to bear down on his own left shoulder. It acts to both deflect the oncoming blade and reduce its damage to blunt force. He'd still experience a bruise from both sword strikes and possibly a small cut lower down his neck than the alter aimed, but nowhere near as bad as if Snow himself had delivered them. In a quick action, he then flattens his blade against his shoulder chains and slices it down before leveling it off. If the alter is tripped up, a likely outcome considering the chains were whipped out to trip the alter up at the same time it lashed out with Snow's blades, this slash would be enough to debilitate the alter Snow's left arm. Snow might feel it later, but the the unnamed has ideas for that.=
You are weak, not he.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:05 pm
If not for the positioning right now, the Alter wouldn't even cared whether or not he would lose a limb or two. But since defeat of this opponent is more on the priority list, the expression on the Alter's face quickly changed from a look of madful glee to a more serious glare this time.
As if then realizing that the Unnamed is deploying small, petty tricks against a form such as he, the world went black and dark as the Alter realized that the chain was used to lash out at his legs, causing him to stumble and indirectly force to hold his own blades close to his chest and torso area.
But it would also mean that he would be cocking up some potential energy behind the bent arms, and by instinctively taking a large right stomp onto the ground to balance himself after the chain whip, the Alter glanced up --
And with a subtle change in holding his blades, his left wrist was swiveled to point down towards the Unnamed's left feet before he stabbed at where the toes would be to immobilize the prey.
At the same time the right blade went onto the defensive to parry the Spaded Sword from injuring his left arm, raising itself so the side edge of the sword would be struck by the Unnamed's slice, and the force be absorbed and then spread throughout the entire area of his blade and into his body evenly. This would also give the Alter Snow the time to evaluate whether or not the stab was deep, or deeper on the mark.
As the barrier is starting to impair and affect his mobility, the seriousness on the Alter Ego's face is evident, but not exactly betraying the problem nor dilemma he's facing.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 11:52 am
((Wouldn't alter's arms still be outstreched from the slashes earlier? >_>; ))
=There are only small sections of the unnamed not covered in armor, and most of it was that strange clothe-like material that disperses damages a lot like chain or plate mail. Unlike mail, this material wears down, especially when no power runs through it. However, a stab at the feet would be more like stabbing at steel-toed boots. The blade clangs hard and loud as it reverberates upon striking against whatever material makes up his shoes. Snow had penetrated the seemingly normal socks earlier, but the alter isn't so fortunate.=
=With a quick thrust, the unnamed pushes forward, keeping the slicing motion of his blade. In turn, this causes his left foot back and right foot forward. With the attempt to stab his left foot, the alter might find it difficult to find balance without pushing back or letting the blade fall loose. The entire event would mean that eventually the unnamed would either push the alter back or slice clear of the defending blade. The former would quickly bring a hard lash from the chains, much in the fashion of a whip, to the alter's chest in a clear effort to use pure blunt force to collapse lungs. The latter would cause the unnamed to push forward with his blade in a deliberate continuation of attempts to debilitate a limb.=
=Whatever happens, the fact that the unnamed presses forward with his left foot trailing would mean a difficult 'attack' to quickly recover balance from. With bloodloss compounded by the nature of the barrier, the demon is in a position to lose steam a lot faster than Snow ever was.=
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