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 Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 9:02 am
The moon lit up Bones face, at least what of the light that reached it through his dark murky hair. One of his eyes always seemed to illume in the night, leaving the other to squalor and wish it had the same power. “What is your reason to fight for such a pathetically forgettable person? She’s only going to keep using you until there’s nothing left of you to shake a stick at.” Bones scoffed at him, a harsh melodic chuckle escaping his lips. His index finger tapping away at the hilt of his short sword with a beat of definite excitement at the prospect of facing such a dangerous ‘creature’ battle. Then pausing for a moment, he inhaled the night air, which crisped everything in the vicinity to shards. Cold was not something that Bones ‘did’, mainly because it took a toll on his thin body, but also for the reason it was not good to hunt in. Usually for the sole reason that the one hunting could quickly become hunted in this weather.
This moment however, was like a strange fated meeting in some sort of twisted way. It pleased him beyond compare, knowing this man her was facing was immersed in a twisted path of DNA himself. So, Bones let his heart rate increase to push the blood faster, rushing it through his body. If anything it might fuel the fight further. Tilting his head back in a taunting manner, he slipped a look at Dr Hart through the slits of his eyes, regarding him once more before it was time to engage.
“I’m someone that you won’t gain anything from killing, and you really, REALLY shouldn’t get involved…but at this point…”
Veil’s small chest was rising and falling rapidly in shallow pants, as her brow was knit unconsciously with pain, the moonlight breaking over her face as well. However much her mind and being fought inside that pokeball, she was just wearing herself out more and more and the outcome Bones knew, would make him grin for weeks. Unsheathing his short blade, the moon refracted off it for just a second, almost trying to let the opponent know there were tricks to be found there as well. Bones shifted his feet slightly, and finished his sentence with great anticipation in his voice.
“I just want to piss you off.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:52 pm
"Its funny that you think you can piss me off..." The sword moved slowly before the tall body of the healer. The long sleeve shirt gave little refugee against the cold, but he was used to cold weather. The town he had lived in most of his life has snow almost all year round.
Violent purple eyes narrow to slits and a crude smirk appeared on his face. Really, this was just gentle summer breeze to him. Stepping closer, his talented fingers grasped the katana's handle. His heart rate didn't race as he moved like a stalking predator. "Come on..." He whispered.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 2:03 pm
Lowering his blade, Bones chuckled…an awfully harsh sound, as his head lulled to the side in a mocking manner. “I can tell by your power, that if you really wanted to protect her…” A gust of wind blew the long dark bangs from his face, showing clearly the murderous intent in his eyes. Pointing to him with the tip of his blade, he flicked it up a bit as it sliced a snowflake clean in half. “I’d already be dead. Seeing as that’s not the case…you lie just as much as her without saying a word.”
Now, slipping the blade over his shoulder, the blunt side resting on his vest, Bones tucked a hand into his pocket as he started to turn away, but never completely moved all the way. Turning your back wasn’t something you did to other swordsmen. “Don’t play games with me you freak. I can come back for her corpse anytime.” The pokeball rocked against his belt, and the subtle power between each thrash was getting weaker and weaker. Soon.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 3:01 pm
"Hasn't anyone told you that real power is to be capable of killing..." He moved forward at a terrible speed, the sword looked for a millisecond like it was going to strike between Bones' eyes. The healer's own eyes looking ready to do what it look like, but at the last second, the blade dipped, and cut through the belt, sending the pokeball flying away from both of them. "....and not doing so?" He whispered into the other's ear, his body just a hair away from pressing against the other's.
"If you want your pathetic life to end, do us the favor of taking your life, honorably, yourself, instead of teasing me."
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 3:21 pm
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Bones tilted his head a bit, eyes filled with dark ice, as the violet ones examined him up close. Both their breath mingled in the frozen air, almost no distance between the two. “That’s all life is. A tease.” They were powerful, those eyes…and had made even Veil give in and tell him some of her story. But Bones…this male was not afraid of Dr. Hart in the least, all he saw a creature tugging at a leash he’d set for himself. The tall elegant man wanted to start some sort of deadly dance, as it were. The Rocket Member was more than happy to oblige.
Letting his grip on the short sword go, the blade dropped and sliced some of the billowing white hair the healer had. Hand freeing from his pocket, he deftly caught it and traced the tip of it in the snow, all the while standing still and staring the healer down, face to face. Immediately the strands of cut hair still attached started to twist and change colors, warping from the point of the slice. Trickery was something that Bones often used, and even in a situation as interesting as this, he wasn’t going to forgo this effort. Shifting his foot slightly down, he counter balanced what was a strike heading towards Adriel’s neck. It was completely precise, and too close to be countered. However, it was never meant to hit, and Bones knew that this man knew it. It was an opportunity to sidestep out of range of his sword. The battle wasn’t going to be like this for a moment longer however, so he found his next move and set it in his mind.
Bones eyes were trained on Dr. Hart’s form, not giving away his next form of action against him. Another sign he was trained to fight from early on.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 4:30 pm
"No, life is life." His eyes narrowly watched him as he moved once again slowly, not minding the free range given. He gave even more range for Bones to move, but with his own agenda. Suddenly he crouch down and grabbed the pokeball from the snow, his fingers tightly wrapped around it. His sword never leaving its mark, Bones. "Now, I dare say....I never found out your name...." He smirked as he clicked the pokeball to free Veil. "Don't worry, I still intend to finish this, but there is no point of her freezing to death while we tango about the snow."
Just as he finish speaking with his laced voice, he moved forward with a swift move, cutting thought the distance between him and Bones, like a venomous snake striking its prey.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:10 pm
“Fair enough.” He breathed in return, and then jumped into action. Bones stepped forwards into the attack, forcing the snow out of his way as Adriel’s sword cut through the crisp air. Meeting it with his own, rather than blocking it, he guided it up and over his head and he ducked under it and side stepped once more. Now behind the tall man, he slashed mockingly through the air and cut off some of the silver hair that trailed behind him. “The name’s Bones.” His eyes glinted with dangerous intent as a gust of snow swirled around him. Kicking the remnants of his belt aside, he found his defensive stance once more. “I assume you have a name as well?”
Veil’s eyes flashed open and her body convulsed in the shock of her mind restarting. Gripping the sleeves of the coat draped over her, she flopped back down on the floor from her tensed position, the breath knocked from her lungs. Coughing weakly, blood bubbled freely in her throat…and she caught a handful of it, but only to drop it to the snow. Hanging onto the edge of the dojo platform, she blinked hazily at the two figures in the snow. One was Dr. Hart, for he almost blended in completely, but the other was clad in black. Heart skipping a painful beat, she knew who it was. “B-…” She managed, before clasping her mouth once more. Such a toll as it was, her worry switched to the healer. He was still injured as well.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:16 pm
A smirk play on his lips as he turned and graze the other's cheek with his sword. "Bones...." He murmured as his sword withdraw, "Adriel...." He spoke softly as their swords danced together, finally. Clashing them together each time. Adriel, a name shared with a death angel, it was...befitting. His sword came into contact with the other's and he twisted it to try to pry it from his hand.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 5:39 pm
Clenching his teeth and making the cut spurt blood , Bones twisted his wrist to compensate for the angle that Adriel stuck at him with. A spark lifted from the clash, and a hush from the blade splitting rang out. Parting ways, they circled each other, sizing the other up. Tapping his fingers against the wound on his cheek, Bones pushed against it until there was enough blood to cover his fingertips. Slipping his fingers over his jaw he marked a red ‘R’ on his face almost like war paint. Grinning, he adjusted his grip before lunging into the attack, a dead on move. Bring his blade in from below, he tried to slip into range to attack, but not to get caught of guard. Snow fluttering in the short swords wake, he went for his opponents arm. He could tell it was weaker than the rest of him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 7:30 pm
Shirt's sleeve was slashed, the bandages were cut through, and his whole forearm flare in pain when the blade tear into it the skin. He gave a low hiss, his free hand brought down the blade to slice into Bones' shoulder, and hopefully render his arm useless for the rest of the battle.
(if cut through a certain muscle, one's arm become unresponsive, its not permanent, once repaired correctly, the arm works just fine.)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 9:01 pm
Inhaling sharply as the muscle was torn open, Bones’ set his jaw tightly in response, but the pain was evident in his face. A direct hit, one he had given into for a shot within Adriel’s blade range. A pump of adrenaline shot through him, causing him to waver and almost crash to one knee. Regaining his balance, hot blood spurted from the wound on his shoulder and soaked into his black attire. Drops of the crimson fluid baptized the pure snow about them.
Grunting a bit as he rasped a breath, his eyes searched for an opening. This man seemed to have none. Left arm hanging limply, now almost just dead weight, Bones moved in once more. Bringing his short sword up to meet the opposing blade, he slid it down the sharpened edge aiming at the healer’s sword arm now, more specifically his wrist. Knowing the blade was going to hit him for this move, Bones tried to move it into range of his already damaged shoulder, injure something already damaged to get in another lancing blow.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 9:59 pm
While he felt the pain traveling up his arm, he did not show it in his face as they pulled apart once again. The blood leaking from his wound was quickly staining his sleeve, making captivating designs as thin drops began to trail down his hand. A couple of drops fell down, spreading into the snow.
He let out a deep breath, handling a normally a two-handed sword with one had its difficulties. He growled as he met the attack with a block, his violet violent eyes follow the short sword, watching almost in slow motion, as the blade ride his own towards hand. He hissed loudly again as the blade missed his wrist but slice into his forearm. Moving forward, putting his weight behind his sword, he maneuver his sword towards the undamage arm.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 10:15 pm
It was going to be close, but he might be able to manage it. Pivoting his ankle in a swift move Bones slipped the blade up to try to move it out of the way. If he lost this arm, it was all over. Metal slipping against each other made a high pitched scratching noise, and as he tried to move out of the way it was a moment of truth. Hearing the ribbed fabric tearing on his arm, mentally he panicked, for he was only looking where he was going, not where he’d been. A superficial slice was cut, nothing too serious…but he’d lost his footing almost completely.
Without the dead weight of his arm, he might have made the spin…but it was too late for Bones had already forgotten. Finding the snow less than willing to assist him, he found himself landing badly on his already damaged arm, nerves blasting a wild alert into his brain. The crimson blood left dirty smears all around him, spurting more freely. “Uhn…” he found himself almost commenting on this misfortune, and paused in mid move to stand. This wasn’t good. His good arm was down forcing him up from this folly, and completely out of range to defend. Trying to take a wobbly step back, he pulled the blade up as fast as he could. This left him rather ragged and standing amidst shivers. A combination of pain, fear, and cold. Apparently getting his arm sliced wasn't the only way to compromise this battle for him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 10:47 pm
Pupils flashed under the moonlight as the healer rushed forward when it was apparent that his opponent was falling. His whole body burning, the beast in the back of his mind, that still had not broke all its chains, roared for a kill. Adriel wasn't so weak to give into it, he did not need the death. He thrust the sword forward, aiming it towards the man's working arm again. Adrenaline rushed through him as the scent of fear came into his lungs, pushing him further towards the edge. Their bloods mingled in the snow, around them, it was becoming more and more tainted. He wasn't going to kill him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 11:10 pm
When the calculations ran through his mind that, there was no dodging this man Bones’ heart jumped. He was too disabled from this point on the snow covered ground. Glancing past him to the figure sprawled on the deck…Veil’s eyes met his. Both were filled with uncertainty, and acknowledgement of this. Glancing up now, he looked into Adriel’s violent violet eyes, his own cool crystal ones countering them with a shocking flare of fire. Brow furrowing, he let his lips spread into a toothy smirk as he let the attack near him. Feeling the blade tearing his shirt, it was time.
A completely undamaged leg, trained for powerhouse kicks shot up like a Hitmonlee’s and sunk right into Adriel’s stomach, stopping the sword short. Unsure if his counter would just pause him, or actually cause him damage, Bones waited the longest second of his life.
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