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 Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:29 pm
Seeing Jacks left arm shoot out like that startled Xerion quite abit, allowing his arm to get caught by the incoming hand. But as the ice got swallowed into the arm Xerion smiled and closed his left fist. With the fist closed inside Jacks arm the three spikes of ice would suddenly all explode outwards to rip Jacks arm off completely. In turn Jack's arm would release Xerion and allow greater movement. "Still not good enough, Jack!" Xerion taunted Jack, not very appeased with how Jack was doing at all. In this case it should be Xerion testing Jack, not the other way round.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:33 pm
As the ice exploded outwards Jacks lower left arm would rip off completely, but Jack did not wince nor did he yell out in pain. This was because the arm was not really attached to his shoulder at all. Just something very helpfull at times. But that did not matter now as Jack was still flying foward towards Xerion, now closer than ever. During the short flight the left arm would begin to reform once again. As he reached Xerion the arm was back to normal, well as normal as it gets. So to get Xerion out of the air Jack flung his arms off and attempted to spear tackle Xerion off the ice and back onto the cliff.
"I might need to use my wings if this keeps up..."
Jack thought to himself as he came in on Xerion. It would help quite a bit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:38 pm
And the mark hit! But Jack showed no signs of pain at all and continued foward! How could this be? But before Xerion could think about it he was completely knocked down by a spear tackle of Jacks. Thinking quickly Xerion used his strength to turn the tides around. Grabbing Jack around the waist Xerion began to twist around so that Jacks left shoulder was behind Xerion. Veins popped up on Xerions arms as he forced Jack around. The force behind the stretch and pull would easily rip a mans arm off, maybe even more. But in the end with momentum Xerion would spin around in the air so Jacks head was going foward to collide with the cliff. And that would hurt.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:42 pm
Jack would feel the force of Xerion twisting him around. In respond Jacks left arm would move around Xerions waist till it came back to the other side again. There the arm would connect together, not allowing Xerion to flip Jack around. But then Xerion would spin Jack and himself around in the air, which would be a problem. With just seconds to spare Jacks left arm would unattach with a whiplash giving Jack the momentum to spin back on Xerions back once again. And with just under a second to go the two would collide into the Cliff leaving a rather big dust cloud after the collison.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:45 pm
"Huh?!" Just after Xerion switched himself and Jack around Jack spun more and flipped them around. And then they would collide with the ground, Xerion first. The dust cloud would explode outwards from the impact, and would leave Xerion face down in a small crater, not moving. He was still breathing though but that impact was rather heavy and would hurt rather bad in the morning.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:49 pm
Within the dust cloud Jack would release Xerion and stand up with his eyes slited to keep dust away. Stepping back out of the small crater and out of the dirt cloud Jack looked on to see if Xerion would come out of the dust. In the mean time Jack would rub his face and click his jaw back into place. Xerion was related to Jack in strength, and had a rather lot of strength at that. And if Xerion were to walk out of that dust cloud then Jack would know they were related, as Jack showed excellent endurance during battle, and could take alot of pain.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:54 pm
By that time the sun was just about to leave the world of Gaia for today. Inside the dust cloud Xerion would roll over and look through the gap in the dust Jack had created. Grinning Xerion raised his right hand. On the knuckles of the gauntlet the ice on the edge would begin to freezen up and grow slightly longer. Then the ice would form into one long blade and shoot out of the dust cloud at Jack, just stopping as it touched the tip of Jacks neck. Standing Xerion would walk out of the dust cloud, his arm still out, and a grin still on his face. The blade would get smaller as he drew closer to Jack. Stopping about three meters from Jack Xerion smiled warmly. "How 'bout we end this little spar here and head into the city for a bit, get a bed and some food. I need my sleep and I bet you do too. But anyway, what did you think of that? Good enough for your tastes?" Xerion then said, explaining that he would like to call the match a draw for now, as he was tired and just wanted some sleep.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:57 pm
Jacks eyes popped out of their sockets as the icy blade touched his skin. Following the blade was Xerion, who looked to be pretty fine, minus the grazes, blood and dirt everywhere on him. At the question of calling it a draw for today Jack simply nodded before pushing the icy blade away.
"We'll call it a draw, for now. Now, let's head back for the Isle of Gambino. And yeah, you did well."
Jack replied with a smile before walking foward back to where they came from, expecting Xerion to follow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 11:00 pm
Smiling the blade of ice melted away into water which fell to the ground. Turning Xerion picked up his cloak and wrapped it around his body once more. Pulling out his goggle/sun glasses he put them over his icy blue eyes and followed after Jack. Catching up to Jack he pulled a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Jack. "Here's the gold in cheque form, about five million there, don't lose it or anything." Xerion said with a smile before his hands returned to the coats pocket.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 11:04 pm
"s**t, five million?! How rich was he?!"
Jack asked Xerion before pocketing the letter. Five million was sure as hell alot of money, but what to do with it? The first thing they should do with it though is get some feed and a bed.
{[Yeah, time to go now! Can you post an entrance post for the both of us in the Gambino city, wherever that is? But yeah, see you in school tomorrow.]}
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 11:07 pm
+[I'll go do that now, see you tomorrow!]+
"Pretty rich, he was a king after all. But half of what he had went to his wife, so I'm guessing he was rich as." Xerion replied before continuing to walk to Isle De Gambino!
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 6:32 pm
So many days, so many battles, everything blending together into one long nightmare. He'd ground the bones of ages beneath his feet, killed so many men only to have them rise again, horrible masses of flesh seemingly bound together by nothing more than their hate. Blood made footing slick as he fought his way through the masses, stepping on flesh that still pumped sticky blood out onto the fallen steel armor. His own skin was coated in the stuff from hand to elbow, foot to knee.
Tattered robes drifted in a breeze that didn't exist, snagging blades and creating more rips as Nathaniel, the current demon lord of Wrath, walked through his battle zone, his realm. His body had long since ceased to emit any holy glow, instead replaced with an aura of anger only intensified by the numerous wounds that refused to heal correctly, the few that had being twisted white scars on his flesh. In his right hand he clutched a longsword of nondescript design, likely something he had picked up off the ground, and in the left he was planting a spear into the torso of what could only be described as a monstrosity. The flesh of the creatures arms were fused into the blades it had once held, it's body twisted and mutilated beyond belief.
" Out of my Way!" The fallen angel screamed, snapping his sword arm around to seperate the creatures upper body from it's lower and free his spear. Blood spurted into the air like a fountain as the creature screamed and toppled, sword arms waving around ineffectively before it impacted the ground. " Off my Throne!!" He was on a roll here, moving through the horde was getting faster by the day, but if there was one thing Nathaniel couldn't stand it was when little upstart shits like the one sitting on his throne right now. The little imp seemed quite pleased with his seat, alble to see everything across the vast realm from its' perch.
" Just cause you're up there," Damion paused to spin, slicing the head off of a damned man and kick the body away, " Doesn't make you Wrath!" That was HIS job, after all.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 4:05 pm
I SHOULD HAVE SLAYED YOU!
'Damn that was a riot
Tres thought about the Elemental Kings tournament. He let the salty winds blow through his dreaded hair as he leaned on the railing of the cruise boat set to take him back home to the Isle of Gambino. Though, judging by the news his home would be nothing as how he left it. Once again a great calamity had befallen Durem and he may not be able to go back there for a while.
Another thing that kind of bugged Tres was that he hadn't heard from either of his parents in a while. He knew that they could take care of themselves but as a loving son he could not help but worry.
His parents safety and the tournament that he had been preparing for all this time were the only things presently on his mind besides the usual. The heaven or hell tournament was soon approaching and he hadn't even thought of a team.
He would turn around and lean his back on the railing looking towards the deck that featured classy people enjoying themselves and the gorgeous weather.
LIKE THAT DRAGON LAST WEEK
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 4:25 pm
A young woman stood aboard the cruise boat looking out over the ocean lost within her own thoughts.
What a strange place this is, it's not like where I grew up...
The womans sleek toned figure stood at 5ft6 in height, she had long silky black hair that reached down to the small of her back. Her eyes were ice blue with swirls of grey, she had slightly tanned soft smooth skin. She was gentle looking, almost fragile and delicate. Her body had no flaws, it was fit for a Goddess.
Why was she here? Who was she? ....
The woman stared peacefully out over the ocean, as if searching but searching for what?
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 4:43 pm
Lenne Misao A young woman stood aboard the cruise boat looking out over the ocean lost within her own thoughts. What a strange place this is, it's not like where I grew up... The womans sleek toned figure stood at 5ft6 in height, she had long silky black hair that reached down to the small of her back. Her eyes were ice blue with swirls of grey, she had slightly tanned soft smooth skin. She was gentle looking, almost fragile and delicate. Her body had no flaws, it was fit for a Goddess. Why was she here? Who was she? .... The woman stared peacefully out over the ocean, as if searching but searching for what? I SHOULD HAVE SLAYED YOU!
There was some hot chick near by, though just as she saw the woman also looking out into the ocean seemingly in deep thought he saw another female less clothed only in a bathing suit. His attention was stolen by this nameless woman and Tres would move over to speak to that one, quickly losing interest in the one who was in truth more interesting.
The woman would walk over to the center of the deck to sit in the one of many beach chairs. Tres would walk over to her, confident in his own looks and swagger and would begin to talk to her. From the perspective of the young woman who stood aboard the cruise looking out over the ocean, it would go something like this.
Tres: Blah Blah Blah
Woman: Blah Blah Blah
Tres: Blah Blah Blah
Woman: Blah Blah
Tres: Blah Blah Blah Blah
Woman: *grabs her drink and throws it in Tres's face*
Woman's Husband: *walks over*, WHAT THE ******** DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!
LIKE THAT DRAGON LAST WEEK
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