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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:22 pm
(Um... what he said, minus the limit break thingy...?)
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:23 pm
(you were on the right side of it, Graey. twas a shaped charge. all deadliness going out, not in)
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:24 pm
The Paradox (Kay, from here on in I'm going to have one post that respons specifically to Dante for his fight with Ubel, till it's done and over with, and one post for the masses of SeeD/Garden and the Galbeez. xd Post for Dante will be in red.)
Ubel's eyes open up and get a wild look as he seems to be struck by the blade..there's an impact, so obviously there was some kind of hit. When the dust blows up and the fireball explodes into his midst from the front (if I read that right) there's not even any waiting. The fireball explodes on his body, and does apparent damage but he keeps coming, seeming to ignore the pain or grow stronger on it. He swings the tasers in what seems to be a wild swing, the one in his left hand coming downward towards his opponent's shoulder and chest area, and if successful, he works that into a spin technique that brings the other one up and across from chest to make a 'V' shaped strike..similar in a way, to how Kiros fights with his katars. Each weapon does impact and electric damage from the jolt should he manage to connect..he's fast..(Bleh, I'm not at my best..but my head cold is killing me. ._.) (Hey man you're doing great ^_^ Just like Dischord... Don't worry I'm not going to give you that much trouble) Dante felt something pierce his skin, and felt his blade seem to almost drop from his grip, but he held it tightly.. he was swinging wildly and his body was convusling, then a second wave came.. even more powerful now... Dante was infuriated, but couldnt gain control, after a few seconds of intese pain his rage grew further and he ripped the tasers off with his hands, his body was very shaky, so he knelt down for a moment and grunted... standing back up he put his hands out and began chanting something about Aquaris... And, Sploosh!, a wave of water came crashing down on his opponent. "Just try that again and watch what happens..."
Dante fell once more, not to the electrical nerve damage, but the loud boom heard from behind, the shockwave knocked him over... "Damn..." He thought, he shook off the last bit of the tasers affects and thought for one second keeping his eyes on the enemy, watching his vital areas.. "hmmm..." Dante smirked, and threw his cape in front of him, as he pulled his crossbow out and loaded it, but kept one hand free holding the greatsword... he rushed forward with his sword drawn, and lifted the blade over the mans head slowly to draw his attention to block, but as soon as he would, he wouldnt recognize, the cape moving out of the way, and the crossbow bolt aiming right at his lungs... That would be enough to stop him, or even to kill him if he didnt seem medical attention, and if he had attempted to use his tasers after the spell, the watery circutry and hands, would send the shock right back on himself... (of course this was all assuming the man had enough time to preform these actions, )(Nice work ^_^)
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:27 pm
The second wave is confident. The second wave is smug. The second wave is the pride of the the Army. Then..the second wave is meat paste. Anyone for ragu? Meaty chunks and redness abound. This has to be one of the worst bloodbaths since Mortal Kombat. The shockwave seems to emanate from the garden on down the field..the wind produced by it blows Alger's hair around as he watches with a distasteful look. When did they get these kinds of weapons? Oh well. He raises his hand..and then lowers it with a snap motion...
"FIRE!"
All that's said..and the Iron Giant raises its ponderous arms, which pull its hands in..and the shoulders open to reveal rows upon rows of small anti-vehicle and anti-personnel missiles. All at once, mutliple arm batteries and shoulder missiles open up, converging on Garden and the SeeDs on the outside. This kinda sucks for whoever's there..second wave included. Alger's view is that the Second Wave failed..so..take em all out. Of course this isn't all. His affinity is good. A laugh is heard echoing as he crosses himself and slams the spear on his back into the ground...he fades..and from the ocean itself it rises..but it seems very different. Most people would recognize it as a white mech-style fortress with a few missile batteries. Not this one. This one rises about five times as tall..the size of an actual castle on the water and sand at the docking point far behind the ships. The black and blue fortress on legs, its many towers manned by the spirits of those that always defended it, ready themselves, as the great white wings snap up, and the brilliant silver sword rises from its peak.
The great Holy Fortress Alexander unlocks its weapon systems and opens its batteries, silent, brooding, an ancient guardian of light in the hands of the Dark One. With a smirk, from Alger the batteries open fire..hundreds upon hundreds of flares of white light that take the shape of sword-like blades with shining comet trails sear out across the ground...then pull up at the last second before they hit the back wave or the giant..seem to home in on the Garden itself, and rain down in a shower of explosions an light, that ends in a brilliant cloud of energy akin to a mushroom cloud from a nuclear explosion..at the same time all the missiles hit home, and the artillery from three remaining Iron Clads punctures the Garden's shell. But Alger knows that's it. The Iron Clads AND the Giant are out of ammo and need to be reloaded..and he won't be summoning again..for a while.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:30 pm
Chris Ganale (you were on the right side of it, Graey. twas a shaped charge. all deadliness going out, not in) (I was fighting shortly int he garden, attacking oncoming troops. I had been pushed back off of the bridge by the time it blew up.)
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:34 pm
Ubel isn't completely stupid..but interestingly enough, the shock of the tasers whips around him without doing him any damage at all..it's mostly because of his Junction. He junctions Thundaras to himself so his tasers won't zap him. Ubel may be psycho but he's really quite smart. He's aware of movements, and he knows you're going to hit him either way. The lesser of two evils. He only has time to think a moment, and he snarls and lunges forward instead of falling back, taking the sword blow but aiming his weapons right for your chest again, this time both at once. Sure, he's going to get cut..and pretty bad too..but..something's wrong..he's starting to..glow..his eyes a blue green, now a brilliant blue..it's like he's on fire..
His body is shaking..his eyes are shining, and an aura is rising up around him..for a moment, there's the sound of an unearthly scream from within him..as if something else is there..and wants to be let out..whether or not he can be incapacitated beforehand has yet to be seen though..you're working on it, and getting there, but Ubel just doesn't seem to register pain all that much..
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:35 pm
Chris looks up just in time to catch all the incoming fire, and his face immediately pales. Being a connoisseur of heavy firepower and destruction, he KNOWS that all that s**t means that Garden is pretty much boned.
EVERYONE TAKE COVER! THIS IS GONNA ********' SUCK!
As he spears straight into Seifer, bearing them both over the edge of the railing and into the blood-red reflecting pool below, he regrets having used such a deadly charge, because it had torn down some of the only protection this section of Garden had.
And that's about all the time he had for regrets, as he spiked straight down into the water, Seifer, crashing down onto his back. He came up for a breath of air, then shot right back under as the fire came in, pulling himself, and Seifer, toward the nearby wall, hoping that it'll provide enough shelter to save their asses.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:39 pm
Haiiro sends the rest of the squad to retrive the fallen SeeD as he deals with another group... One cherges and takes a glove to the face, then a freshly drawn blade to the back. I'm sorry, through the back. The others look at Haiiro, slightly stunned at how easily ther comerade died... This time is taken by Haiiro to grab a second blade, then charge...
Haiiro becomes a whirlwhind of steel, cutting each man in tur, and taking any wayward limbs... another group happens to join in and is taken with quick fatal slashes... then the storm dies... the second blade dropped... and Haiiro slowly jogs to where the squad waits... "Don't -huff- just stand there... -huff- give him something..."
Haiiro's own injuries become apparent... No often using two blades, he inflicted several cuts on himself, luckily missing vital vessels and tendons... but he was seriously FUBAR now...
(For all who seen it... think Kill Bill 1, Crazy-88s...)
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:40 pm
Gattsu found himself pulled into safety.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:47 pm
Dante didnt expect his opponent to come in with an attack, infact he was quite surprised, but none the less, he wasnt going to be killed, he couldnt have it. "You fool, you were supposed to move!" The sword came slamming down and Dante tried to pull it back and slow it down so it wouldnt kill him, so it was just enough to knock him down, hopefully not kill him, the slash was harsh, and was meant to be dodged, infact he was wondering why it wasnt, but as the man rushed forward now with a great amount of blood flowing down his chest, he shocked the shyt out of Dante again... Dante convulsed left and right, and pulled the trigger to the crossbow by accident, therefore it shot off right into his opponents, knee cap... once more he had enough energy to Rip them out, and jumped back shaky... growing a little used to the shocks now... "Grrrr.." He growled and felt shaky... He was tired of battle, he had killed nearly 100 men today, and he was still going even in his weakest state, he glared at the commander giving the orders and jumped up to where he stood and looked at him... "My name is Dante, I am sure you will not soon forget it, as I wont forget what happened here today..." Dante said not even knowing if his opponent was alive or Unconscious now... He glared at the man, and snarled.. "Let me give you something to remember me by!!" Dante pulled back his blade and with all of his strength, knew that he might not be able to take the barrier down.. but he knew this man would be able to sense his powerful swing, and maybe give him a slight scare... He crushed his blade forward with such power, it could cut the front half of a tank... Dante stood battered and beaten.. "I wont.. give up.."
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:55 pm
Ubel seems to go down..the pain in his leg hurts more than the pain in his chest..he heals himself with a cure spell enough to make himself not bleed to death..and works on pulling the arrow out. Now, Alger..that's a different story. The man's gaze is quite impassive when Dante comes upward and declares a battle cry. The man's motion is quick, as the sword comes down, and his spear in turn, comes from the ground, up to his hand, and up in a defensive motion. The power of the man's barrier ripples across the spear itself, the Longinus crackling with white energy as the two weapons collide, the impact alone causing a shockwave around the vechicle and them in a circle..energy hangs in the air as Alger gazes into his opponent's eyes with not a smile, a smirk, or any reaction. If there was shock..fear..anything..he doesn't betray it. This man hasn't been a top tactician in the Galbadian Army for the past ten years for showing emotion needlessly.
As two forces collide, it's apparent that the space between them will give before either of them do. Two spiritual combatants, absolute warriors, when they meet, there is nothing more than the existence of the fight itself. With a grunt, Alger concedes this might sting a bit..the aura exploding outward, sending him flying back in one direction, and more than likely his would be opponent in the opposite. He skids across the grass of the plains, spear in hand, and chuckles..picking himself up and dusting off.
"Hmm. No one has ever toppled me before..I clearly underestimated that man.."
But with Ubel unable to do much walking now, and Alger himself now a hint singed, he figured it was time to finish what he started.
(Wheeeeeeeee! xd )
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 11:58 pm
It was something out of a bad spy movie, the woman rising upwards from the Hummer, palms flattened on the edge as she drew herself upwards. She was a bombshell, and her uniform was decidedly non-military in appearance. Skintight leather molded to ever single curve of the leggy, busty beauty, but that wasn't what would make someone intimidated. No. It was the fact that legs stretched as she rose, and heeled boots stepped down the front of the hummer, as she took the last step and struck the ground at a steady paced walk.
The look in her eyes could very well have been murder, as a tenfoot whip was uncurled from its loop at her belt, and latched about the throat of the nearest SeeD with a steady jerk of her arm. The protesting young woman was dragged closer as she struggled for air. A black gloveclad fist coiled, before slamming upwards with such force into her stomach that it lifted her off the ground, dropping her with a single blow. The woman calmly snapped her whip uncoiled from the girls throat, as one finger reached to adjust her glasses, and she stepped up onto the body of the fallen girl, heel grinding into her back in a way that caused the girl to let out a screech of pain, Kisa's bootheel dripping blood as she stepped off, and over, continuing forward.
Painted lips curled into a sneer, and a curse was muttered in Russian, as two more SeeD, at having seen their comrade fall, rushed towards her. The woman smiled at the two young SeeD, as a gun lifted from down at her other side, and was fired with a loud pop that split the air, bullets entering the gullet of the man to her left, exiting with a sickening sound as his flesh rended, blood and shards of bone splattering the pretty green blades of grass beneath their feet. The second SeeD had a sort of horrified look on his face, staring at his fallen companion, before rushing the woman.
That perhaps, being the biggest mistake that could be made, the fact that he actually gets close to the woman. What happens next might be surprising, as the gun and whip both hit the ground, and the woman's fist makes swift contact with the young man's face, sending him staggering back. It isn't one strike though, that does the damage. Its that with every step he takes back, she's following, a kick connecting with his ribcage, then another strike to either of his shoulders, a slam to one of his kneecaps taking him down with a violent crack, and a scream that fills the battlefield amidst the fire, its then that she pivots, her booted foot striking upside his head, and sending him in a sideways tumble to the ground, his knee broken, and the bone protruding painfully through the flesh. She smiles down for a moment, melancholy, almost frightening, considering what she does next.
Rather then simply walking on, and leaving the man to die, one booted foot lifts upwards, before slamming down, her foot twisting, the scream going from painful, to bloodcurdling, as the heel of her boot shoves down into one of his eyesockets, his eyeball itself bursting under the pressure, as the boy fades into blissfull death, the woman's foot lifting back upwards, as she steps back a couple of paces, shifting backwards in a movement that proves her years of gymnastics, her body tucking into a roll as gloved fingers wrapped around the gun, and she came up on one knee, the butt of her assault rifle settled against her shoulder, opening a spray of fire directly ahead of her, on whatever hapless SeeD is stupid enough to approach, a rain of bullets filling the air, before she's dropping one empty magazine, rising, her whip wrapped around her shoulder crossways, as she reloads, and continues her approach to the Garden.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2004 12:02 am
The damage is extensive ultimately. The turnstiles area is completely gouged, busted open bad, and the bridges are wasted. The cafeteria is still mostly fine, as is the training area. Damage was done to the quad, but not as extensive as the damage to the front area. All of the tanks and the Iron Heavyarms-clone are stock still..third wave still seems to be waiting for something..but third wave is also the strongest of the crack shock troops. They carry gassers and flame weapons, rather than just guns, and are geared with the 'succeed or suicide' mentality..these are the best of Galbadia's best, but there's only a hundred men..much smaller than the other unit waves..
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2004 12:06 am
The two collided, they both were thrown... Dante saw himself fly back, and saw the commander fall back as well.... He smiled... he accomplished his personal gain, he fell to the ground, without any support of trying to save himself.. he lied thier and looked around him one last time as the bodies of soldiers were cut, with his handy work... He had done a tremendous amount of damage to the enemy, and was very proud, if ever there was a time to rest, it was now....
Dante's eyes closed, but as soon as they did, a nearby SeeD came crawling over, she knelt over to him and dragged him away to safety heading towards the north away from the danger, where other casualties and wounded had been, along the way she was curing him, but he was still clearly KO'd... Dante would live to fight another day...
(that was EPIC my frined 3nodding great job )
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2004 12:07 am
Chris coughed and sputtered, spitting out a bad mix of dust, shrapnel, and water. He looked over at Seifer, who also was similarly-unharmed.
Well that could've been worse, ya? So let's go drag the fight to 'em.
The two of them pulled themselves up out of the pool, and into what used to be the main entrance. Preferred weapons in hand, they dashed toward the exit of Garden, gunning and cutting down any enemies that stood in their path.
(and i'll leave it to M to drop his little toys into our way...
EDIT: also kiddies, this would be a good time to start realizing that Garden is doomed and heading for the hills. psst psst [and i literally mean the hills. ninja ])
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