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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:25 pm
Anna walked through, rubbing her bad back. It would take a couple minutes before she'd be able to stand upright, a common thing that often happened in the morning.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:26 pm
Nathan stepped in, trying to force his eyes to stay focused. Besides a lack of coordination, he felt rather awake. But the coordination was a problem.
He generated the fireball he preferred, waiting for instruction.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:21 pm
As Anatoly's sticker recharged, that meant that there was less ice on the armor. Instead of dodging, Stark reactivated Knight. The armor took the spray easily, and with a roar Stark burst out of the remaining ice.
"Took too long," he said with a savage grin as he charged Anatoly, sword flashing in a complex pattern.
"You're got the right idea," Crash said to Nathan. "Here's how this will work. I'll give you guys three hours to come up with a strategy. You can only use your Mystickers and each other, and you won't be allowed to leave this room. In three hours, I'll come back. You will have one hour in which to land three hits each on me. Clear?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 6:47 pm
Anatoly, rather than overcharging Ice 1 again, froze only Stark's shoulders.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:02 pm
The sword dance stopped, but Stark sure didn't. He hit Anatoly at nearly full speed, sending him to the floor. Stark began to crack the ice.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:24 pm
Anatoly activated his Ice 1 again and froze Stark’s saliva and mucus, then created a thin but airtight shell of ice over Stark’s face.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:42 pm
Stark did not hesitate to punch himself in the nose, shattering the ice and clearing his nose.
"Nice move," he said with a smile. "That's the kind of thing I want to see." He threw the shield away and held out his hand as Zeus reappeared, leaving him with the Knight Sword and the Zeus Hammer.
"Ready for it to get real?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:48 pm
“I’m ready,” Anatoly snarled, beginning to grow angry with the exercise. He lined his palms with ice razors.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 8:18 pm
"Good," Stark said, raising the sword and pointing at him. The hammer sparked, and a bolt of lightning shot straight down the blade, right at Anatoly's chest.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 8:43 pm
Predicting the attack was the only reason Anatoly survived. He created a "lightning rod" of ice from in front of him to the floor. He then realized something.
If he could make ice on Stark's face...
He traced the Ice again and created a spinning, bladed disc of ice inches from Stark's face and heading straight towards it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:10 pm
Blaine nodded but raised his hand when it came to the three hits, "Uh...does it count as a hit if I cast light upon you? Or blind you? Because you can't really "hit" with light." Blaine inquired.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:57 am
Bitong, finding himself momentarily out of the fight, used his mysticker to create a giant icy lance, which he grabbed, and also his ice helmet again, making sure this time that the spike was large enough to do damage, but not to be grabbed like it had been last time.
With lance in hand, Bitong charged at the two, hoping to intercept the attack from Anatoly, and then face off against Stark.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:18 pm
Crash shook his head. "No. But you can hit with like, your hands. So, if you blinded me, maybe you could take a shot. I won't say if that'll work or not, but I'll leave it up to you. Any more questions?"
Bitong's gamble worked. The tip of his lance brushed Stark's nose as it speared the ice razor and shattered it against the ceiling. Not one to show undue gratitude, Stark responded by swinging his sword in a diagonal upward, aimed at Bitong's chest from below the lance.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:24 pm
"Yes," Nathan grumbled. "How do you expect us to honestly land a shot on you? You're an experienced martial artist. We're a couple of kids with some minor mystickal power. This is insane." He shook his head, then grunted and prepared himself. Thinking was a strong point. Maybe not at 5:30 in the morning, maybe not when he had forgotten to bother with a shirt, but it could be done, however unwilling to admit it he was.
How, then? What would take a man like this by surprise?
His mind flew immediately to threatening someone else. Could he pull that off without forcing them to use acting skills that would leave them vulnerable? And if he did, would they be able to forgive him for it?
Challenges, challenges...
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 2:12 pm
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