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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:49 pm
Anatoly's arms crossed and he blocked the sword with his ice bars, catching it where his arms met from above and thrusting it towards the ground, then grunting as he sent his top hand in a backhand at Stark's face.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:53 pm
Stark blocked the strike with the top of his shield, allowing Anatoly's strength to carry the shield back so that he could step quickly in and slam a headbutt straight at him.
No eye contact yet. Stark was well-versed in fighting this way.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:00 pm
Anatoly swung his head around, striking Stark's temple with his suddenly-icy and fortified forehead. He was able to trace his Ice-1 without looking.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:09 pm
Anatoly was met with a sudden density. He pulled back to see that Stark was now wearing a black helmet, plumed and horned.
"You still don't even know what I'm utilizing!" Stark said disdainfully as he shot a jab at his open gut, his hand clad in a metal gauntlet of the same metal as the helmet.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:11 pm
Anatoly, still silent, spun, parrying the punch. Once he was safe, his hand twisted around to grab Stark's wrist, continuing Stark's momentum past when he'd planned to stop and adding a little upwards force. He then slid in and applied an arm bar.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:20 pm
Stark grunted as he was maneuvered into an arm bar. As Anatoly held him, a spiky shoulder pauldron materialized suddenly on Stark, causing Anatoly to pull back slightly or be spiked. With the small amount of leeway, Stark's superior strength allowed him to break free.
He turned back to Anatoly as the rest of his armor drifted into place, appearing on his body. He was now fully clad in black Gothic armor, matching his helmet. His face was all that was exposed.
"I'm curious to see how you fare," Stark said. He darted forward and slashed downward, leaving room for his shield to intercept a counterattack.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:25 pm
Anatoly flicked the Letter Opener of Doom out and dodged sideways, keeping an ice bar angled over his head in case Stark's aim adjusted. He memorized where the armor's joints were and waited for Stark's next attack. His mind suddenly began to overclock, working furiously to identify the Mysticker Stark was using.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:33 pm
"Letter opener?" Stark laughed as his sword hit the ground with a clang. He skipped back, raising his sword and waiting for Anatoly's attack.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:38 pm
"It's worked well enough before." Anatoly pointed out. Anatoly flicked the LOoD up past his face and stepped forward, trying to get Stark to look at his eyes.
Had he ever heard of any Mysticker like this before? Seen anything like it?
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:44 pm
"Not gonna work," Stark said as he stepped in and slammed his shield forward, aimed at Anatoly's chest.
He recalled a news article talking about the more eccentric side of Mystickers. Ones that were useless, or purely ornamental. He remembered one that head been deemed useful in an odd way: Knight, a Mysticker that allowed the user to become equipped as a Knight.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:58 pm
Anatoly parried the shield thrust, moving towards the outside of Stark's reach and slammed the LOoD in towards a joint at the elbow.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 8:02 pm
Stark saw the attack and managed to turn his arm so that the LOoD scraped along just beside the joint. He brought his other hand into the back of Anatoly's head, the armored fist causing a ringing in his skull.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:01 pm
((POST IN SYNDICATE JERKFACES))
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 12:32 am
Anatoly threw himself into a roll, rising to his feet a short distance from Stark.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 11:09 am
Bitong clapped suddenly, making the two aware of his presence.
He had been beside the door for most of the fight.
"So, I take it that there's a Medieval fair around here somewhere? Anatoly's a bit fresh to use that against, don't you think Stark?"
He said as he approached the two, causing a pause in the fight.
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