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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:20 pm
Ryu walked slowly out of his room, his body exaugsted. He sighed as he walked towards then up the stairs. He looked around the collosium floor as he walked towards a vacant seat, oblivious to what was going on.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:21 pm
...and the bait was taken.
Having successfully wrenched his cousin's weapon from his grasp, he let both swords clatter to the rocks behind him as his synthetic left fist flew over his cousin's spiky hair even as a return attack came at him. Surprisingly, he took the blow to the gut, and what one might expect in return from Clash was an elbow to the top of his cousin's skull or a kick to the lowered face. Instead, his left arm was pulled back just enough for it to be positioned above his cousin's chest as his right arm snaked up and pulled upon a handle on that metallic arm of his.
BOOOOOMMM.
In a shower of flames, heat, smoke, and gunpowder, the fist of his prosthetic left arm snapped downward and a cannonball exploded from the hole...tearing its way at neckbreaking speeds through the right of his cousin's chest at nearly point-blank range, the smoldering debris that rocketed from the cannon likely setting the man on fire while battering his entire form in the process.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:25 pm
Fox raised an eyebrow, having now moved due to agitation, he sat crouched on the railings that bordered the coleseum seating. He cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting down to the cousins,
"Hey guys, any chance in me joining?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:28 pm
His figure showed up atop the edge of the coliseum and his voice rang out clearly as if you were next to him through out the whole area; though he spoke casually.
" Any one wanna fight? "
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:30 pm
"Im game." Ryu said with a yawn as he stood from his seat, turning to face the man who asked the question.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:31 pm
Fox stood quickly, balancing on the rail, glancing at Ryu and then to the asker,
"No, please, allow me this one!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:33 pm
Once he landed his right jab Cash went into a roll backwards. He rolled until he and his cousin were about eight feet apart. When the roll ended he was standing in an erect posture with his right arm held out before him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:33 pm
"....Sure...." Ryu said slowly as he sat back in his seat. "I suppose Ill just wait for the next one."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:34 pm
After throwing the orb of mana and soul reaver into the sky (where it "blended in" with the clouds, invisible to the naked eye), Kuro would touch his soul keris with his left hand, where it rested on the left side of his belt. As soon as it did so, two astral projections came out of the keris, i Kuro's image. Each one was connected to the astral plane by an ethereal "silvery cord", and could transfer anything desired into the astral plane by touch.
The two astral projections were at both of Kuro's side. Just after appearing, the astral projection on the right jumped out into the giant rock, and sent all that it touched into the astral plane, leaving an opening through the middle for Kuro to jump through, along with his left porjection. the rock would smash into the ground next to the Oni Ittou, having lost more than two thirds of its weight, and speed...
Meanwhile, the rock would be sent into non existance, as corporal objects can not exist within the astral plane of existance...
When Julius began to summon his magic, Kuro already knew what would happen. He landed fifteen feet away from Julius's right side, with both astral projections to his sides. He focused into the sky, and had the mana take on the properties of anti magic, where it would cancel out the effects of Julius's spell.
As well, any magic owned b y Julius in the ground would be canceled out by the demonic energy, having properties of anti magic itself...
With Julius busy casting his spell, Kuro disapeared in a flurry of fading alter images, as well as his asdtral projections. The astral projections appeared to both sides of Julius, exploding apun contact. It would have the same affect as apun the rock...
Kuro appeared in front of Julius, stabing him with the soul keris...
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:39 pm
He looks at the man and motions at him to come and simply drops backwards off from the edge of the coliseum.
Equipment: Nodachi (6'5" long katana.) About 50 knives. A gauntlet with two retactable claw-like blades. A device with a protractable and retractable blade, also launchable connected to a chain.
No armor.
(( Either of you can fight me, it doesn't matter. ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:41 pm
As his left arm was reared back and he reached for the handle, he noted that his cousin was already going into a roll away from him, not a moment after contact with the thrown fist.
Smart b*****d.
Needless to say, he did not fire the cannonball...having it reserved now should another, similar situation present itself. There was a fair amount of distance between them, at least enough for breathing room, so he stooped down and gripped the handle of the Slaughtersword, lifting it and sliding it into its sheathe of chains at his back as he kicked his cousin's blade further away...if any good that would do. His weapon rested back there almost completely horizontally, with a mild downward slant from Clash's right to left, the dual blades of the ugly sword visible at the left end. His right hand remained closed about the handle as he angled the left side of his body toward his cousin.
His eyes craned upward slightly, noting the words of someone wanting to get involved in this clash...but it was safe to say that this was no spar. Those twin amber optics were pinned on Cash's form again as he slid his left boot forward, carving its own little swath in the dust and the rocks. His metal arm lingered at his left side, not balled into a fist, the black talons at the end of each finger glinting dangerously in the light of the rising sun.
". . ."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:47 pm
BH13 Atreyu came walking back to the alcove where the bar was being constructed. He had failed his mission. He was even told to bribe some women to work for him, but he always recieved somekind of beating or snappy remark. Looking up he saw Kai and Ohgami working on the construction. To his surprise the Captain was nowhere in sight. Walking up to Kai, Lt. Jrint asked him "Where has the Captain relocated?" he asked with an apathetic voice.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:53 pm
With his right arm held out in front of him, with his wrist bent and his palm facing his cousin he began to grin. The bottom part of his wrist that was facing the ground began to flinch as skin was pushed foreward until a lump developed just under the bottom of his palm. The invisible force pushing out of his skin then thrusted forward and a small black kunai shot from his wrist in a spurt of blood, it headed towards his cousin's throat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:01 pm
It wasn't hard to see the dark blade rearing its head from this distance, and that twisted smirk plastered on his sinister relation's face was unmistakable. His reaction speed was intense, able to swat away the speeding projectile even at this close range not a second after it was left to fly. He used his metal arm, of course, because he wasn't risking any of that vile, black liquid that ran through Cash getting inside him.
Shifting the toe of his right boot beneath a fair-sized stone, he sent it rocketing at his cousin's forehead before slamming his foot back down into the earth again, his simple stance unwavering. Cash had started this, as usual, and all Clash asked for was some rest and a chance to tend to his wounds...a charity he doubted he would be granted.
". . ."
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