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 Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 3:59 pm
((I have taken so, he hits I guess you weren't paying attention.))
The young Raven was distracted by Mikhail's taunt "Sissy". There is not really a true meaning to it, but, it might mean "Loser". At least through Meluk's blinded, weak, hungry powered eyes. Meluk's eyes were blinded by the smoke and debris in the air; he could not see Mikhail's attack. They were heading for Meluk at perfect speed to him.
Luckily, for Meluk, he tried to lean back in an attempt to dodge it, but, it was no use. They damaged his face with to mark's on his face tired weary face. He rose up and looked at Mikhail. He chuckled at him with a smile on his face and clapped. He was the only person to actually touch his face or his attack to be honest.
"Nice job. You got my face," Meluk said, to Mikhail with a deep tone, "Lucky that for me, I'm a Bount,"
Meluk grabbed some green perfect grass from the ground from beneath himself. And he concentrated it into rishi then it began to heal his wounds on his face. Unfortunately, it didn't heal his wounds completely, just enough to make it stop bleeding. Guessing how Mikahil was fighting him was combining fighting styles with his shiki, smart. Meluk and Mikhail were both the same in weird way.
They both use what they have and long range attacks. Meluk stood his ground and thought back on his enemy’s attacks.
"He uses rishi for his long range attacks, interesting. I also can't get that close to him because of that shiki of his. DANG," Meluk thought to himself, "He didn't do that well when I rushed him so I should do so,"
He stood a long way to do what he did starting form he was kid and he was not going to give up now.
"I guess this become a war zone, with witnesses caught in the crossfire. A room is a place of open war, weapons, and witnesses in no-man's-land," Meluk said Mikhail in a poem tic way.
He pointed both of his shaking hands at Mikhail. He took a quick deep breath and shot a massive amount of reiatsu at Mikhail once again and he points his sniper rifle at him and shot another massive wave at him. Finally he snapped his fingers to make deadly reiatsu appear from thin air, but, it will take sometime for it to catch up to him. And he switched his gun into a katana and releases and wave of reiatsu, but, from across (left to right). He released shield's from behind Mikhail incase he wanted to run away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 5:29 pm
((I'd say it was pretty good. Still work to be done, I need work myself but my errors are more technical. You just need to be careful of your past and present tenses still. "He pointed both of his shaking hands at Mikhail. He took a quick deep breath and shot a massive amount of reiatsu at Mikhail once again and he points his sniper rifle at him and shot another massive wave at him" what is italicised is where your mistake is. It should be "and he point(ed) his sniper riffle at him".)) With three massive waves of reiatsu barreling through the air at him, Mikhail reacted fast and swiftly. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop all three but he knew he could stop one in the least if not two. Knowing that his gauntlet's physical powers gave him the ability to stop cero's from adjucha class hollows, he assumed he could catch one of the waves.
Thrusting out the palm of his hand towards the first wave, Mikhail was able to redirect it out to his right, sort of batting at it in a sense. The second wave however made full contact against his body, crushing his lungs for many moments and sending him into an oddly placed shield. How ignorant of him, he's just pissing away his power. He won't be able to go much longer. With the disspation of the second wave, Mikhail was able to throw one of his needles into the middle of the third blast. His amazing accuracy allowing him to knock the shot off its intended course and deflect it to his left, harmlessly towards the pavement.
As for the fourth and final surge of reiatsu, Mikhail could tell that Meluk would undoubtably have exerted over half of his power. The rate at which this particular wave traveled was slow, it was obviously heavy and powerful, he'd need to do something about it but he couldn't breath at the moment, he was too busy healing his chest bone and smashed ribcage.
Charging reishi particles in his fist, Mikhail was able to conjure up another Pulse Cannon. And thankful for the shield at his back, he'd have a steady stance that would allow him faster recovery from the recoil. Don't think you can get me by mindless sending massive waves of reiatsu at me, you'll only aid in your defeat child.
Thrusting his fist forward, the pulsating beam of like and pure power raged forward to meet the coming onslaught. Gradually, the wave of highly condensed and powerful reiatsu lost its ability to hold together. In a massive explosion of energy, Mikhail could do little to guard himself. He was pinned against the shield and left at the mercy of the blast.
As the pressure disintrigrated, Mikhail fell to his knees. His entire chest had been scorched, his shirt incinerate. Mikhail's face had been charred to pieces, the flesh a nice black crispy color and texture, his muscle tissue showing through the holes in his face. As for his eyes, they oozed blood which stung his open burns. A scream began to build up inside him and he did his best to restrain it.
Falling onto his stomach, Mikhail gasped for air. Gritting his teeth against the pain, a bronze reiatsu coated his entire body. The healing process had started but it would be slow. Only when the pain began to numb his nerves would he move and be able to continue to fight. He's broken me, I'm at my weakest right now. But, so is he. All that raw power and energy has to have left him running on empty. That shield is no easy task, the range alone would tax him and that quartet of reiatsu was something that not even I could muster and still be able to continue to fight normally. I've still got some get up and go left, lets see how he's faired.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:17 pm
After releasing massive amounts of reiatsu he felt tired and light headed. He fell to his knees' then collapsed to the ground. He smiled because Mikhail was the only person to get this far. He felt all the pain from his waist and up raced up his spine. He watched Mikhail and seen he wasn't doing anything after blocking his attacks.
At this point they are both even, but, as he already knows this battle has been a three way the whole time. He released his katana, but, actually that was his doll. Meluk was using his reiatsu not his dolls.
"I hope you know this battle way a three way," Meluk said tired.
His doll Death Sama rose from where the katana was. Death Sama tilted his head slightly to Mikhail in amazement.
"This shinigami is interesting," Death Sama said, "Let’s see how he fairs,"
He opened his mouth again. And he released a missile, but, only to the ground. The ground exploded from underneath him from the pressure of the missile. This would not kill Mikhail, but, only knock him back from his place. Meluk or Death Sama does not kill people that do not pertain to a mission or reason. In this case, this was only a training match not a death wish.
Mikhail at his weakest state would not suffer death under Meluk and Death Sama. As the ground was exploding under Mikhail his body, Meluk's Raven powers began to kick and healed his body slowly.
(( @ Mikhail: I know. The computer corrected it and it sounded weird. Thanks Mikhail for letting me know.
@ Ky: Ok Ky think I did good with this one.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 4:42 pm
Forcing himself to rise to his feet, Mikhail was only knocked down by the shock wave of another one of those damned missiles. How can his Doll function seperately? Doesn't matter. Laying on his back now, Mikhail put both his hands over his head, the palm of his hands touching the ground. Flinging his weight over his head, he did a handstand and them flipped onto his feet. Still healing, his spiritual network was compromised for the time being. Facing the doll, Mikhail cocked his head to the right and looked oddly at the black creature. "An ugly b*****d aren't ya?"
Forcing the reishi particles that he'd attracted in his hand to condense into needles, Mikhail used his Medic's Arsenal ability to create a trio of needles. Haphazardly throwing them at the doll, Mikhail aimed over to lacerate the creatures sides instead of lodge then within it. He wanted the defeat of the Bount to be slow and agonizing, so far so good. I'll bleed that doll till its as dry as a prune. Then I'll burn into a pile of ash. I'm going to teach that Bounto a thing or two.
Feeling a bit of rage well up inside of him, Mikhail had to take a second to calm himself. He could teach a lesson to the Bounto without incinerating his only means of life. Mikhail just needed to clear his head, suppress his anger and frustration and turn it into a means of fuel for his Shikai intstead of forcing it to determine his actions. You can't let this Bounto of all things make you lose your cool, hes not worth it Mikhail. He never will be worth it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:32 pm
As Death Sama was being attacked by Mikhail with his weak old needles they did not affect him. Death Sama and Meluk both set five shields, which makes ten, turned into a thick shield and easily blocked his attacks. Meluk couldn't believe that actually spared the young shinigami instead of ending the battle. His lost. Death Sama chuckled at Mikhail.
"Every Bount's power is his doll's power. You fool," Death Sama said, to Mikhail discouragingly. "Diplomatic effort aimed at ending the war. Diplomacy is a weapon against war itself,"
As Bount they are connected to there doll mentally, emotionally, and sometimes physically. At times they can not live with another. Some may die if there doll dies, but, that’s whole they how it goes. Meluk and Death Sama are connected emotionally and mentally, but, not physically. At least, not yet.
Meluk rose up and looked half way healed, but, his reiatsu was more than half way back. The greatest healer's is the Raven powers, not "Squad Fours". Meluk jumped up and down like a box when he or she is training. He felt very confident at that moment because Mikhail isn't really as powerful as looked. If you asked him how he felt he would say he is "Liqufied Dopeness".
To be truthful Death Sama was the distraction the whole time. As Meluk healed his body, Death Sama fought him in his place. Is it a smart plain? Meluk thought it was a pretty good time to attack him while he is thinking to himself. If that was what he was doing?
He lifted his left hand and Death Sama changed into black smoke and appeared into Meluk's hands. He pointed the gun at Mikhail crukidly and chuckled.
"I thought he would be worth fighting," Meluk to himself in disappointment.
He turned the gun straight and released a strong amount of reiatsu at Mikhail. Then he released his doll another time for missiles. Death Sama opened his mouth, but, he did not any released his missiles yet. Skull -like jets appeared next to Death Sama's hips, as if they were floating. He slided to his left and then released his two missiles to Mikhail's right and the slided in a full 180 degree turn to the left of his body and released two more missiles.
And finally, he turned more to his left and shot the last two missiles from behind and slided away. Hopefully this match will be ended any time after the arrangement of missiles. At least that’s what they are hoping.
((Ok I have to go to bed but Ky let me know how I'm doing. whee ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:16 am
((At least you're starting to make long posts. Your grammar and RP realism are still as horrid as ever. Here, let me show you how you should have made your post, everything including your ability, rank, and overall performance against Pharoah put into account. Realistically, of course, not the way you present yourself right now. You're still weak, so act like it. I'll even highlight the things which, I think, you should have put up/ should have checked/ should have wrote. Compare it to your original post so that you can see just how far you still have to go before you can even begin to act high and mighty.))Meluk Sorah As Death Sama was being attacked by Mikhail with his weak old needles, it was obvious that it did not affect them that much. Death Sama and Meluk both set five shields, which makes ten, turned into a thick shield and easily blocked his attacks, though the shinigami's needles were strong enough to cause a large dent in the shield's rock-solid frame, whereby one can imagine just how much power those little things he had. Meluk couldn't believe that he actually spared the young shinigami instead of simply ending the battle right from the start. Now he was in a close stalemate, but still, he was having fun playing with such a formidable opponent who was able to take things this far with him.
"Every Bount's power is his Doll's power, you fool," Death Sama said to Mikhail in a mocking tone of voice to as to discouraginge the lad. "Diplomatic effort aimed at ending the war. Diplomacy is a weapon against war itself!"
As Bounts, they are connected to there Dolls mentally, emotionally, and physically. Bounts and their Dolls are one and the same, united by a contract and valid until death or unless the Bount master initiates a renewal of contract with another Doll upon the inability of the previous Doll to function properly anymore, though this would take some time. All in all, a Bount and his Doll are one, no matter how special the Doll may be. They are connected, and what happens to one, happens to another. A Bount and his Doll. Two bodies, one soul. This would make both Doll and master fight harder, knowing that their actions greatly affected one another.
Meluk rose up and looked half-way healed, both in his reiatsu and his physical strength. Although a Raven's natural regenerative abilities helped them weather almost any attack, they're no match for healing kidou by squad four's medics. However, one advantage they have is that, although not as good, theirs was something that didn't require conscious activation to use and was a passive ability. In this manner, it allowed him to stand up as if almost nothing happened and continue with the fight.
Meluk jumped up and down like a box when he or she is training. He felt very confident at that moment because Mikhail isn't really as powerful as looked. If you asked him how he felt he would say he is "Liqufied Dopeness".
To be honest, Death Sama was the distraction the whole time. As Meluk healed his body, Death Sama fought Mikhail in his place. Is it a smart plain? Maybe so. At least, Meluk thought it was a pretty good plan to time an attack while he is thinking to himself. If that was what he was doing.
He lifted his left hand,Death Sama changing into black smoke and appeared into Meluk's hands in the form of a gun. He pointed the gun at Mikhail crookedly and chuckled.
He turned the gun straight and released a strong amount of reiatsu at Mikhail. Then he released his Doll another time, this time, for missiles. Death Sama opened his mouth, but he did not any release his missiles just yet. Skull-like jets appeared next to Death Sama's hips, as if they were floating. He slided to his left and then released his two missiles to Mikhail's right and the slid in a full 180 degree turn to the left of his body and released two more missiles. Finally, he turned more to his left and shot the last two missiles from behind and slid away. Hopefully this match will end any time after the barrage of missiles. At least that’s what Death Sama and Meluk were hoping for.
((Now, until you can post something like this without having me to edit it too much, you don't have the right to regard yourself as an all-powerful fighter. A Raven plays hard, but a Raven plays fair. Don't act so arrogantly with your posts, belittling your opponent while it is clear that you can't even surpass your opponent's writing skill. You can do that after you've improved. Until then, unless your opponent is as weak or weaker than you, be humble. Me, on the other hand, can back up my arrogance any time, any place. You, however, have yet to develop the skill nor realism that makes a good RPer in this guild. You're just decent, but barely. You still have a long way to go, kid. Someday, you will. But right now, stop it, because I'm getting annoyed seeing a weakling say that his opponent is weak while he himself is weak as well. It's like a pot calling the kettle black.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:10 pm
Aislinn wandered into Fourth Division's training grounds with her usual rolling gait. Glancing around with bright blue eyes, she searched for the individual who would have issued a challenge. She'd heard of a member of Fourth who was interested in a bit of a sparring match and the challenge had piqued her interest.
Ever competitive, Ash was always looking for chances to gauge her strength against others and practice her own abilities. More importantly, ever since her talk and subsequent battle with Zaine, she had realized how important it was to be well trained. She needed the ability to defend the Seireitei and its inhabitants against any aggressors. More specifically, she wanted the ability to defend the Pack and be useful to her Alpha and captain, Evil-taicho. Answering challenges seemed like a good practice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:44 pm
A sound would be herd from the top of the dojo that the fourth squad used for training. If one would look up they'd see a leg with heavy looking metal grieves swinging against a wooden beam. Golden blond hair would flow down off the beam having emerald green eyes shimmering with in it. /the figure that laid above the beam would shake its head to reveal a face. This face belonged to Elyse Sajima, a rather curios and friendly squad four member. Yet how well that was know was anyone's guess on her part. She'd let a soft smile work it's way to the surface of her face as she spotted Aislinn. It was good to see that she was up for the fight, but this was something that was normal for the shinigami in the seireitei. She'd allow her body to drop it's weight off the edge of the beam and come falling like a ton of bricks down towards Ash. Curving her body mid air she changed her position so she'd land right beside her.
"Hey I'm Elyse, are you Aisilinn the new shinigami of 10th squad? If you are thanks for coming I've been itching for a match with someone new. I've been busy with a lot of fighting as of late and building up my skills. I thought fighting someone new like you would round out my skills a bit more."
Standing to her feet Elyse showed how tall she was, almost six feet from the looks of things. Also she had a toned stomach exposed and a rather shapely athletic physic on display with her outfit a modified shinigami uniform with armor added. Stop her side was her sheathed zanpakuto a rather long katana with a hot-pink sheath with the decoration of a green fairy on it. She'd begin to stretch obviously preparing for the begin of their match. Though she did want to talk a bit to Ash before clashing. Still she could get familiar with her fist.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 2:04 pm
"Elyse, eh?" Ash lilted, flashing a disarming smile. The girl certainly knew how to make an entrance. Her features were striking in an exotic way-- all tanned skin and blond hair, complete with bright green eyes that seemed to match Ash's own in luminosity. "Y' c'n call me Ash. And it's me who ought a' be thanking you. I need some practice, y'know?"
Elyse seemed to have a confidence in her figure that Ash knew she lacked. Yes, she migth have been sure-- arrogant, even-- in her swordplay, but she had never been as comfortable in her own body as this girl seemed. Of course, it probably helped that she as tall, tanned, and quite shapely-- even Ash had to admit that. As it was, Ash would never have opted for a navel- bearing outfit like that. When she changed into a werewolf she couldn't help but lose the majority of her clothing and wore skimpy, tattered tunics out of necessity, but that didn't exactly mean she was comfortable with it.
Watching Elyse draw her sword, Ash figured it might be a good show to draw her own. As she did, the little glass pendant that hung the pommel chimed lightly. Her own blade wasn't as long as Elyse's and it blade was markedly different. It could best be described as a modern fusion of a katana and a rapier. Its blade was thinner than was standard and much straighter than the average katana. The handle was fitted to one-handed swordplay, but had the capacity to accommodate two. She completed a few flourishes with the blade, loosening up her sword arm and getting a general stretch in before they began.
She continued to watch Elyse, half mesmerized by the sheer amount of color on her person, but also working to determine what her fighting style would be like.
(Reason for the weird way of speaking-- she's Irish, so she's got that sort of accent. You can imagine that, right? ^^ And her full name is pronounced Ash-ling, hence the nickname.)
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:12 pm
((you know I didn't really draw my blade, only the sheat was showing from her waist. Though I'll just go with this. =) ))
Elyse was happy to see the girl before her draw her blade. also that she had similar reasons for answering her call to fight. This meant the two of them would have good reason to explore their physical limits if the chance showed it's self. Elyse would move her self back with a simple step, but almost all her bones could be herd cricking from her tightening her muscles. Though this wasn't visible from her outside appearance, this showed that her muscles in general were well trained and at ease with the focus she was now putting on them taking her stance. Standing to her side slightly as she faced Ash. Her stance was similar in this way and how she held her blade which was clearly meant for two hand use due to its weight, was being held with one. Rather firmly Elyse tightened her grip and she bent her right leg which stood before the left.
"Well if you be needin the practice I'm the gal to give it to ya, Heads up!"
In the next instance Elyse would shift forward in a slight blur nothing to impressive and bring her blade and her self forcefully into Ash's range. her blade was a cool steel with a wave pattern on the edge. The hilt was golden with a wave pattern made of sapphires and emeralds. Elyse held her blade rather close so as she was swinging her blade for Ash's arm she seem to be coming along with it. Now this was meant to put a considerable amount of extra force than the initial speed and power the blade by itself would have. Also Elyse wanted to get her hands on this girls body. Feel her up a bit to get a sense of her muscle structure. Elyse her self was already sitting in the class of super human with her strength, but this girl could of been an annoying seed type. Which would have change Elyse's hole plan for this. Yet changes in plan could develop new abilities with in them selves.
Though Ash may come to block this straight forward attack Elyse would of pivoted around Ash like and axis and force her blade close with her raw power and technique in her attack. At the most coming to cut deep or lightly into Ash's arm. When she'd reach her back she'd try and cut the girl directly in half. Show your move Ash!
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:39 pm
(Ack! I misread ><' Sorry!)
If Ash hadn't already been sizing her opponent up, she would have missed the slight rippling of muscle that telegraphed her strike. Elyse's tall frame shot into action, quickly closing the distance between them. Upon the first twitch of abdominal muscle-- so conveniently displayed-- Ash had flicked her sword point up, ready to engage her opponent.
Elyse's movement was sinuous and suggested an emphasis on power over maneuver. With this in mind, Ash opted for deflecting her blade, rather than actually catching Elyse's sword on her own. That contest would have been over quite quickly as Ash considered herself no match for Elyse's strength. She was build along slender lines, muscles well defined, but supple and lean-- a fencer's body.
She was mildly surprised to see that the first attack had been a feint. Still, with her particular fighting style, she was used to quick shifts in attack patterns and retained her guard. Ash turned on the balls of her feet, keeping Elyse in front of her as she pivoted. The taller girl had moved in very close, bringing her long sword in a heavy swing at Ash's arm. Rather than block and contend with Elyse's supposed strength, Ash dropped lowly, ducking fluidly under the swing. Her movement would have disrupted Elyse's movements to some extent, and Ash took the opportunity to thrust straight for the girl's abdomen. From her lower position, it was a straight shot, directly under Elyse's guard.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:31 pm
Elyse was taken back a bit by the fact the woman before her was so skilled in her sword style, though fencing in and of itself was centered around positioning and reflecting. Still this wasn't going to stop Elyse who's true motto was always move forward. She'd be still in motion from her full swing sweep across the air as Ash had ducked it. Her legs would gently kick of the ground just as she viewed the sudden miss, her trained body and reflexes made her adept at adapting to sudden change in her fights. So when Ash went low Else's left foot came forward for a kick. this kick would at least hit Ash's side if not her arm as intend. Elyse wanted to veer the blade away from her abdomen, but this was a slight chance at this distance and the given speed Ash could be moving. So Elyse still pushing ahead curled er body at the same time over Ash her free hand now looming over ash's blade also to knock it of coarse with the guard part of her forearm. Elyse was hoping for the best, but she thought to herself what's the worst that could happen. it really didn't matter if she was cut or not, but she would rather not be impaled so soon in the match.
Her arm if it had hit would run along the blade briefly going for a hook at Ash's face.This whole current of motion would show just how well trained in reaction tie Elyse was, also give way to her train of thought. Though Ash had also given Elyse a slight clue into how to take her on as well. this match might size up to be a show of smarts rather than strength. Which didn't bother Elyse but her body usually did quite a bit of her thinking for her, and her mind would correct it when necessary. If she'd completed her punch would be flipped by the fingers of her hand to a revers and her blade would swipe for Ash's neck next. So at this distance dodging would be a problem. though retreating for a fencer was the norm, everything had it's limits.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:17 pm
Ash felt rather than saw the shift of Elyse's weight as she readied for a kick. Knowing her sword was on course, she flicked her gaze to the side, seeing Elyse's foot as it shot towards her side. Although her back leg was extended in a lunge position, she pulled it forward. Taking a split second to gather herself, she dove up and over the kick. In the same motion, she arrested the movement of her blade, pulling it close and taking care avoid the blade as she rolled forward and away.
This movement drew her away from any further retaliation on Elyse's part. Coming up in a crouch, she lashed out with a foot, sweeping it towards the ankle of Elyse's supporting leg. The taller girl had not yet recovered her stance from delivering the kick, so there was a good chance that Ash would be able to knock her off balance-- or down altogether-- with a well-placed leg sweep. Although Ash relied heavily on her fencing instruction, she had also worked in hand-to-hand, creating a fusion of the two that translated into a very unique form. While martial arts were by no means her strong suit, she often use them to augment her style.
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