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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 7:17 am
(( The easiest way to think of how the Alter strikes is just on striking out with his arms used like whips. By keeping the arms just a bit bent, the force can still be strengthened or diverted by just the angle itself.
...And I just then realized that you're covered with armor from top to bottom. Damn. gonk ))
Tch. So much for armor -- is there no daring opponent that can match Snow and the Alter's sacrifice of defense for the sake of increased mobility? But whatever the cause, whatever the gloomy dilemma, the Alter ego of Snow felt the jarred impact of the left blade into the metallic boot of the Unnamed, followed by it slipping to the ground and impaling it in the process.
s**t.
Not only was the mere act provokative, his entire chest was exposed to being struck by the dashing chains of pain itself.
And from that disadvantage, the Alter suddenly pushed with all his might to violently force his body back, using the left blade on the ground instead as a pivot point while his defensive block on his right hand swung out to deter the Unnamed from coming any closer --
Especially if the blade is going for the face. Since the Unnamed's body all over is covered with armor, then the Alter can only strike at towards the Unnamed's face, where, supposedly, that should be where no armor would reside, yes?
It was a risky move, and certainly the Alter would be momentarily exposed to the chains coming into contact with his chest - but even the Unnamed would be surprised if the Alter was going for the face while backing off at the same time.
A flinch, per se.
And depending on the action, it would leave the Alter with only one blade to defend, and completely defenseless to both the chains and the Spaded Sword.
The Alter is beginning to breathe heavily, finding the mere atmosphere within the barrier stifling as well as nearly impossible to breathe. Wondering just how ******** long this barrier will stand erect, it's the battle of the endurance as the Alter bides time to escape and recover from his slowly sapping powers.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 8:56 am
((Actually. There are parts of his body exposed, thus why the ankle strike and neck slice drew blood. The strongest armor just happens to be the left arm and both feet. The left arm in consequence to the chain weapon...))
((Also. Tell me if I got the strike angle right, left-to-right.))
=The unnamed isn't afraid of a little pain to get a job done. In fact, it's a question wether he experiences any emotions, including but not limited to fear, at all. This time he'll take the full force of the striking blade if only to ensure that his own blade and chains have the chance to land their mark. If this alter becomes severely injured or debilitated, it would make recovering Snow that much easier. The human won't leave the barrier in need of the infirmary's assistance. As the alter bears Snow's blade down on his face, the accursed demon might find surprise, and possibly delight, as it slices diagonally from about left mid-forehead to the middle of his right cheek, pretty well splitting his nose. The unnamed is definitely injured, but the blood spill appears shallow and already begins drying up.=
=Of course with the alter leaving itself open in order to lash out at the unnamed like that, there's almost no chance for it to get away from the chains or spade-shaped sword. It would most likely find itself gasping for air with collapsed lungs and unable to use that right arm with broken bones and severed nerve endings. Which, of course, means the he is once more whiplashing his chains towards and slicing his sword at alter Snow's chest and right arm respectively. The injuries can't be fatal to Snow, nor can the alter coming out affect his lifespan. At least from within this barrier.=
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 11:24 pm
(( Er...wouldn't Alter be striking right to left on your face? He positioned his right blade two posts ago to protect his left arm when he tried to stab your foot. So when he lurched himself back, he would be delivering a strike that would slash your right face and going left - roughly speaking.
If you want to edit your post, tell me. If you don't...tell me too, so I can post. Just to make sure. xP ))
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:43 am
((Err... >_>; That's why I was asking... Let's just say I edited my post so it's going right-to-left now... xp ))
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 11:43 am
(( Hmm.... ))
Surprise, and then delight? Perhaps. But to the increasing problem of just breathing now, the Alter can only grimace and take the opportune chance to deliver a point-blank blow which lays open before him.
The successful strike into the Unnamed's flesh was all he asks for. Stopping his arm from completing the slash from left to right, just as the blade splitted the Unnamed's nose, the Alter made a clumsy attempt to impale the blade instead right into the Unnamed's nose, using the initial contact as the stepping stone to - literally - ram the entire weapon right into the Unnamed's head.
It meant that the Alter would put himself more at danger into the delivered strike towards his chest and right arm, but what happened to his left blade?
After all, he had never released it yet from his grip on the ground.
Yanking it out of the ground, the Alter can only do so much as to knock the Spaded sword away from the fatal points on his chest, but as for the chains...
He could definately feel something crack underneath the mortal body of his. A few broken ribs from the full might of the chains struck true and hard into the Alter's chest - some even at his right side, causing him to gag and be knocked back, his attempt to impale weakened because of his slackening grip. Blood immediately began to seep right into the cloth, showing signs of the ribs piercing some vital organs as the weight of the chain caused the Alter to lurch up into the air slightly...
Only to fall with a loud thud onto the ground, the barrier finally taking its toll on the demon within. Thankfully the left blade was used to parry the Spaded Sword's slash/thrust...
The outcome would come as to whether or not the Alter successfully impaled the right blade deep into the Unnamed's face or not. If yes, then even such a blow would be more than enough to end the battle in a hefty draw - or, to the Alter's favor, as he's still alive.....just barely.
If not, and the attack is parried...
The Alter gurgled it's anger, blood flowing out of his mouth as he tried to fight again, but the body failing him in the process.
"Cur....se.....you...!" It would utter, trying to get up, but failing so in the process.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:13 pm
=When clumsy attempts combine with a weakened effort, any learned in minimizing lethal damage are able to escape that much easier. The tell is in the expression worn by alter and how he moves his arm. It would strain his neck and probably result in some form of injury, but it was better than allowing his shell to die before he could put that energy to use. The unnamed whips his head around and leans his neck back. When combined with the force of slashing blade, he can hear a loud crack. It's something like when a fighter cracks his neck to intimidate a foe, but this crack was by coincidence and chance circumstance.=
=With the blow, he turns a full circle and prepares to lash his chain out again. The unnamed immediately recognizes a problem. He can feel pain, after all, and he easily notices that his peripheral vision is shot. His left, blue eye has been severely damaged. He'd sigh if he expressed emotion, but it's a question as to if he feels emotion. As he spins, he notices alter unable to get up off the ground. Snow's body looks to be in pretty bad condition. The unnamed stops his chain from spinning, ready to whip out again, in time to fully face alter and appraise the situation...and hear the angry mutterings.=
=What alter should see looking down on him is a rather beat up looking unnamed. His nose seems split and left eyelids closed. The blood coming from that cavity betrays the severe damage done to the eyeball. The right, platinum eye is still fine, however, and slowly blinks as he looks at alter.=
If that were Snow, I'd be out of the competition and reviving this shell not merely recovering an eye. You, demon, are as weak as self-proclaimed gods.
=The unnamed turns to walk towards the epicenter where energy still gathers, and the ball is actually shrinking. As much damage as alter had done, the unnamed seems wobbly because of the cut Snow did to his right leg earlier. Things could have turned out very differently. Neither were in any condition to continue fighting. The unnamed can't build up enough momentum to make any real effort towards an attack. When he reaches the shrinking energy globe, he looks back over to alter.=
Mortals are strong for their potential. You call a mortal weak because you are afraid of that potential. These are the last words you will hear, demon, so listen well and wallow in despair. Snow will surpass those powers you suppressed from him.
=With those words, the unnamed stabs his spade shaped sword into the sphere. It illuminates brightly for a second as a first wave of energy is released. If alter were to look at the barrier, the petals begin to dance erratically as what appears to be fissures begin running up the walls. The sphere begins to crack along what might appear to be the outer shell. A second wave of energy comes that would make a full-blood demon thrash in sheer pain as its blood began to boil. Perhaps alter would feel a pain similar but not as intense as it begins to quiet and approach something like death.=
In a little while...Snow may not be conscious despite being in good health...
=Outside the barrier, there is a rumbling. Similar to inside, the petals dance erratically and fissures begin to form, from the bottom up and top down as they meet in the middle. The chains that were sticking up in each compass direction of the barrier immediately sink into the ground, thrashing the entire way down. A bright light begins illuminating the arena grounds and beyond. There's a lot of energy about to be used, and one would imagine that the barrier's about to fall.=
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 11:38 pm
"Ha...hahaha!"
The strain on the Alter's voice was garbled, but the demonic fiend continued to laugh despite the pain rippling through his chest and the remains of his moving body. Clawing the ground a bit, the Alter tried to stand up to put up resistance, but once more the barrier killed his stamina and strength.
Can't....move...
A sudden searing pain made the entire blood within Snow's body boil and thrash as the Alter cried out in pain, reaching up towards the sky and the eyes betraying its angered passion.
"Grr....RRAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Whisps of aura seemed to escape and surround Snow's body as it weakened and showed signs of the demonic blood being quieted...
And the powers which Snow once had, surpressed completely by the demon becoming dormant within. Although the Alter's mind is now trapped and falling to a state of dormancy, the conscious in which Snow remained was still unconscious.
Ba-dump.
The eyes closed, as the breathing fell short to the moment of silence. No movement. No action. No response as the consciousness is still gone.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 5:28 am
=A third wave of energy brings an interesting effect, and the sphere continues to shrink as it reaches critical mass. This third wave actually appears to transfer Snow's wounds to the unnamed. In essence, the human is being healed. The unnamed, however, can feel his legs becoming extremely weak as he has to fight just to remain standing. He has the leverage of his sword impaled into the sphere. A fourth wave of energy would see the transfered and his own wounds begin to heal. That wave of energy also sees the petal 'walls' begin to collapse inwards towards the sphere.=
=The spectators don't see that. What they see is the barrier bulge as more and more light begins to escape through the fissures. To a sane mind, the thought of running from an coming explosion might come to pass...=
=Anyway. Inside. The sphere of energy reaches critical mass as the wounds the unnamed have at least sealed. He directs the rest of the energy towards Snow. He already knows, just by watching Snow and alter, that the elemental powers were likely drawn from the demonic blood. The results of this battle would mean Snow's blood is quieted and the demon within stilled. It would also mean that Snow's elemental control might be taking a nosedive. There are solutions to that.=
Snow. You can hear me.
=Snow should be more than able to hear the unnamed. The spectators finally have a chance to glance what in the world has been happening, but they might feel ripped off that, well...their vision was completely blocked. The barrier dissolves in a brilliant display of light and all sorts of colors. It's a lot like an explosion. The unnamed is walking towards an unconcious Snow, and he walks with an obvious limp in his left leg.=
Seek a man whom spells of Death and brimstone. You will surpass that demon's worthless potential.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:00 am
The body may listen, but who is to say that the mind will follow as well? For a few minutes the lapse of his nonresponsive mind continued to reek in the air as Snow's mind was elsewhere, in among the sea of dreams which once caused him to wish and lose hope in everything.
But mother? Why? Why must they treat me differently like others? Why must I be hated by them?
Why must I be hated by you, mother?
........
It's as if the demon within resonated with the dreams in which Snow saw since a long time. All those sufferings and tryings which ended up in failure - the failure to protect, the failure to be respected. It was such a young age when he realized that Respect came from those who fear, and from those who do know nothing about the person at all. The uncertainty which leads to fear, which leads to the ephemeral hesitation to do bad against the helpless individual.
The demon was awoken by the faint cries of the host - the beatings and laughter that sang nothing of joy to the victim against their barrages and their abuse. A child who was given birth by a human mother - a mother who then lost everything because the child was a b*****d child. In which the love and the care for the child became anger and bitterness, in which warmth then became coldness.
Which can explain partially why the element of control for Snow was ice and water manipulation, in a subconscious matter.
The demon was born because of the inadequate, the helplessness of the child himself. A "split personality", perhaps, but nonetheless, a method to protect - and to also hate - himself in the process.
Such dreams continued to flow into the empty mind of Snow as the conscious slowly began to awake, dreams of the past and the hardships which came through it. The realization of dying once reaching a certain age, the pressure and the isolation away from the wall he has erected...
Why do I fight?
Why do I lose?
Snow's body began to respond a few minutes later, struggling and slowly rolling itself to the stomach, as Snow responded to something within himself that he loathed so much.
"I've come too far...to admit defeat. I've come too far to just...let it end now..."
Why am I weak?
Struggling as if possessed, Snow ignored his depleted stamina, breathing rather heavily as he managed to get on his ankles, slowly raising his head to look at the Unnamed.
"What is the purpose of my meaning..."
He clutched at the Unnamed's cloth, doing a weak attempt to get himself to stand, and not be looked down by the spectators, the judges and the opponent that towers over him.
"What is the purpose...if I am fated..."
The grip slackened, and Snow fell down again on his face painfully, a tear falling out of his eye.
"If I am fated to lose...always?
Curse this world...curse it all..."
In a way, Snow had no choice but to accept the loss today. He had let his own ambitions, his own desperate need to prove to himself cloud his judgment and focus. The release of the Alter Ego of his was unexpected, and yet, it was still his loss and his mistake which he cannot surpress. He was blinded and arrogant to his own feelings.
And those feelings were which killed his ability to achieve victory today.
His body trembled, but learning the bitter lesson today, Snow bit down, hard, on his bitterness, and slowly got up after a while, extending a hand to shake the Unnamed's.
Even if he hated the opponent, it did not mean that he does not respect the opponent.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 10:16 am
=The unnamed allows Snow to curse and wallow. He knows the human heart hates the taste of bitterness and that defeat brings that flavor. At the same time he recognizes a victory within Snow. It's a victory he'll at length celebrate, but he may not be so willing to now. When a hand is extended, the unnamed sends his sword back to its card form and hides it away before extending his own hand.=
You are not weak. You have never been fated to lose. Your fight against yourself merely kept it out of reach.
=The unnamed gives Snow a firm handshake, one of respect. It's not a respect born of knowing or fearing. It's a respect born of finding worth. The unnamed still has his left eye closed. He had enough energy to fully restore Snow's broken body, though obviously not his stamina. He hadn't had enough to fully restore his own. The eye would take some time, but it would also see renewal before his next battle.=
You can hate me and this world, but your own worth and potential may prove to go against that hate.
=There's still that expressionless gaze. The unnamed, as always, has that oddly dull tone. At the same time, it is the worth of the man proven in the value of his questions.=
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