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 Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:41 am
It wasn't the others however, that started to move forward, it was the blonde who'd been put in charge of the SeeD, fingers twisting around the hilt of his sword, the blade always kept facing him, turned outwards. That itself spelled trouble for Nida. Each step forward in the rain was accentuated in the otherwise silent alleyway, as he snarled under his breath.
"How dare you? You betrayed us. You betrayed SeeD. You've betrayed Garden. You don't deserve the wear that uniform.", hands tighten on the hilt, as he continues to move forward, the first slash so fast it can barely be seen, ripping into the front of Nida's uniform, tearing it diagonally across his chest, a ribbon of blood likely following, the pain so brief, it might not be noticed at first.
"You tried to kill my Sorceress...", His sorceress? There he was, using that phrase again. Its like a slow steady throb in his head, as his vision seems to sear, and slowly fade away. His Sorceress. He'd found her. He'd supported her. He'd made sure she was safe. He wasn't going to make the same mistake he had with Angela the first time. He wasn't going to lose this one.
His voice was soft, when he spoke again, the blade tensed in his hands, face just a bit away from Nida's, his form not towering over the youth, but still a bit taller, strands of blonde falling down over blue eyes that have taken on a menacing glow.
"Run."
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:47 am
Weakly clutching the sword in one hand, holding the other over his bleeding chest, Nida shakes his head woefully and turns to run again. He knows that the so-called Mad Fragger is in his path, but oh well. Better to be shot in the head than slow-tortured by the swordsman behind him.
Smirking slightly, Chris holsters his Desert Eagles and waves Rinoa off from attacking, then waits for Nida to get about two feet in front of him.
As soon as that criteria is met, his right boot rises up, meeting squarely with Nida's non-existant nutsack, probably making a nice little splat sound unheard over the battles going on the rest of the city, and the sound of the impact itself.
Chris spins around, grabbing Nida around the back of his head with both arms, then letting his feet leave the ground beneath him and drops flat onto the concrete, pulling Nida's face down onto his shoulder and probably shattering his nose in the process.
Releasing the luckless traitor from his grasp, Chris leaps back to his feet as Nida flies backwards, then brings both hands up in a single-finger salute in Nida's direction.
Maintaining the downright hateful expression, Ele'sear slowly shakes her head as Chris applies the Stone Cold Stunner. She's been letting the boy watch too much wrestling...
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:59 am
There is no quarter in this man's eyes, as Nida turns back, and he's striding forward, the blade raised, before the strides become a run, his anger to the boiling point, as Nida is struck with the hilt of Hiro's blade, sailing upwards into the sky, bleeding from various orifices.
Hiro however, isn't too far behind him, vaulting upwards in something that seems almost poetic to watch, the blade in his hands coming down once, and then again, the number of slashes with that sword almost uncountable, as the blade raises upwards, and slams into Nida's chest repeatedly.
'Die...", the movement is so rapid, its hard for the eyes to follow, but by the time Nida falls, his chest is a gaping cavity, and Hiro is standing over him, head inclined, blade dripping blood from the tip, shuddering angrily, as a thin rivulet of blood drips down over his face from a strand of blonde hair, covering one eye as it briefly closes, to drip down his cheek.
Nida would trouble SeeD, and the Sorceress', no more.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 1:01 am
Chris raises an eyebrow, and can't help himself.
Owned.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 1:05 am
He lifts his head, and turns it in Chris' direction. For the moment, his eyes are a dark shade of gold, definitely not his usual color, for anyone who'd watched the man, and there's a brief flicker, before it fades, and his eyes close, before opening again. Forcing himself back to normal, and out of that bloodthirsty rage, and forces a half-smile.
"We still have work to do.", and with that, he's turning towards Morrina, voice soft. "Morr'?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 10:26 am
Nearly five minutes had flown by, and the two somewhat identical adolescents weren't giving in to each other, not allowing changes in anything to break their attention away from the nocturnal fight. They had both received their share of injuries during this short time period: Delan's graze from the bullet was still leaking, her nose bleeding from Curtis' good punches and her muscles feeling horrible from such rough contact; but the Galbadian also had an aching, bloody head - not to overlook the feeling of bruised ribs under his uniform. It was times like these where only an explosion of some sort could interrupt this clash.
As if her mind had just caught up with their previous conversation, Delan ducked under a hit to her cheek, coming up to crash her fist up as hard and as high into Curtis' diaphragm. He didn't yelp out in pain even slightly, but his face was twisted into an expression of severe pain as he just braced himself against his opponent.
"You think that I came here to fight you? So that I can kick your butt and live happily ever after with her?" she queried while she had him at a weak spot. Enclosing her fingers around the front of his armor, Delan yanked the shaggy-haired young man up to meet her eye to eye. "I'm here because your damned crazy army ******** infiltrated my home, my Garden! You're already aware of that, though, since you scouted me out during that nasty attack!"
With a shove dealt with anything but kindness, Curtis stumbled back several paces, grabbing his legs for support as he was still bent over trying to regain his breath. Delan, on the other hand, stood upright with a very incensed nature about her, giving him a full-blown stare of aggravation. "I'm not gonna ask you to tell me what you and your side's intentions are, but I am gonna ask that you stop with this act of trying to kill me! For god's sake, Curtis," she threw her hands up above her to emphasize her words, "does mom even give a flip about what you're aiming to accomplish!?"
"She does!" he snapped, chest heaving as he slowly came up. Delan looked anything but converted. "You know what she says, and she's still saying that to me! So, I'm going to do just that!" Whipping out his revolver Delan couldn't have done anything to avoid the shot. With ridiculous accuracy and steadiness Curtis fired the bullet into her left thigh, bringing her instantly down to the ground. He went to put another to her head, but the empty click of his barrel made him curse much quieter than Delan's yell of pain. As he hurriedly took out enough bullets to finish off his supposed acquaintance of his past, the girl with dark black hair gave him a look of absolute revulsion, the muscles of her face twitching from her agonizing leg.
"Heh... You say that, only because she doesn't know what you're doing," she retorted in an abnormal voice. This pressed a button that made Curtis make some eye contact, yet he was still loading his pistol. There was nothing emotional engraved into his tough face, and he flicked his wrist back to lock the barrel in place before bringing it to point at Delan's forehead.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 5:55 pm
Morrina wasn't hearing much of anything. Between the sounds of fighting, and the crash of thunder and the voices going in her head, she wasn't really feeling anything other than intense mental pain. In other words: The sorceress you are dialing cannot come to her psyche right now due to severe mental breakdown. Please leave a message after the beep and when she's done going psycho your call will be returned. *beep*.
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Alger on the other hand, was dealing with other issues. But it was time to end this little charade. Raising one hand, he causes a ripple to form about his person, and the feeling of dread that had come about before was now made apparent. Those who had died, the ones who had been living..SeeDs, Galbies, anyone who'd fallen to a fatal wound..now shuddered on the ground..and rose..their personalities..their souls..were gone. All they were now..puppets, held by the dark power Alger had used. This was what that spell had done. An ancient dark magic was used, the power of Overcast..the ability to turn those who die into the undead to kill again. Alger laughs..let the fun commence!
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And for his part, Ubel just stands near Alger, watching with distant eyes. He really doesn't care about what goes on. He's in it just to watch Alger's back...
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 6:34 pm
As Curtis stood there, perfect aim set directly for the spot between Delan's eyes, something made him resist pulling the trigger. It wasn't out of the kindness of his not very warm heart, but the deeper chapter of revenge. And so he merely tilted his head, looking disgusted with the black-haired femme.
"Goodbye Delan," he spoke, waiting a second so the idea of her death could sink into the student's mind. The truth was, he wasn't going to kill her here. Oh yes, he was going to make her suffer, test her to see if she could get up from such a leg wound and then seek revenge on him as well. So he began jogging off, snatching up his helmet as he went along shooting at Delan's allies.
Watching him run off like that pissed the hell out of the girl of eton blue eyes, and she swore loudly as she fell onto her rear. She used her uninjured leg to push her up against a wall to get out of the way of the constant gunfire, and she applied pressure to her bleeding gash with both her hands as she watched the battle ensue around her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 6:40 pm
( Takes a large rock and repeatedly bashes Gaia with it. )
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 6:47 pm
Raven Yun was perched on the roof of a house nearby the hotel. He was armed with a SIG 551 assault rifle. On the rail was a 5x scope. And for ammo, he had 2 taped-together 5.56mm hollow point 30 round clips for quick reloads. Next to him was another SeeD whom was armed with the G36 Commando Raven had given him.
He squinted through the scope, and got a buckethead right between the crossairs. As a reflex, Raven squeezed the trigger, and a 3 rounds shot out of the barrel. The ******** head was knocked right off his shoulders by the third bullet, and the corpse hitting the floor shortly followed.
The other SeeD, meanwhile, was wasting ammo by firing blindly at fully-automatic into the fray. The recoil made the SeeD's aim terrible and more-than-likely numbed his shoulder. Raven ignored the other man, taking aim at another buckethead.
(*Chemically castrates Gaia.*)
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 6:55 pm
Hearing movement behind her, Ele'sear swings around in time to find the Galbadian soldier she had killed rushing at her, blood still pouring from the massive head wound she inflicted on him.
Right away, she knows that he must be unnaturally revived, as there's no living creature on the planet that can survive the type of injury she dealt.
Lifting up her weapons and swinging the sickle over her head, she slowly steps back out of the alley to get some distance between her and the redead Galbadian, then lets fly her bladed weapon. The sharp edge of the weapon impales itself in the man's chest armor and she jerks back on the chain, ripping him off the ground and sending him flying out into the street.
Removing her sickle from his chest with a flick of her wrist, she turns to her charge, motioning toward the undead soldier with a jerk of her head.
Shoot it.
Chris shrugs, nods, and lifts Justice toward the fallen soldier, who even now is beginning to stand again. Aiming for the gash in the soldier's face, and not taking the time to think about how said soldier could still be alive, he squeezes the trigger.
A gout of flame erupts from the barrel of weapon as seconds later, the soldier is knocked back by the kinetic force of the bullet before bursting into flames.
Yee-haw! Burn, bitches!
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:05 pm
One corpse does not rise. Nida, having his own life ended by the one with the blade, remains where he is..but..the blood he shed has fallen onto the black sword he carried. The body is sucked dry of all essence..body, mind, soul..all drained into the hellish weapon..which then flies across the field into the hands of Alger..who smiles.
"I've been waiting. The time is right, and I think I'm going to have to complete the pact now.."
And with that, he flings the black sword as high as he can in the air..the weapon spinning around rapidly as it goes...a high pitched scream of dead souls can be heard as a black aura tears around the weapon itself...when that thing comes down, somethin bad's gunna happen. Ya just know it.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:14 pm
Raven and the other SeeD gasped as the Galbadian Raven had sent to the land of FUBAR stood up, grabbed his head, and popped it back on like it was a GI Joe doll. The SeeD next to Raven dropped his assault rifle and backed away, though tripped and ended up kissing the ground.
"Dumbass..."
Mindlessly, Raven thumbed the SIG 551's selector switch to full auto and braced for recoil. He tucked the assault rifle under his right arm and gripped it with both hands tightly. And then he unleashed 780 rounds per minute upon the walking corpse, which coincidentally, was headed his way with a frag grenade in each hand.
(I hate Zombies... gonk )
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:16 pm
... it seemed like something bad always happened, even when things seemed to be going great things turned terrible. Zell himself was busy taking care of Galbadian Soldiers near the outskirts of the battle zone during this conflict but that was the "great" part of this battle. The bad part was when all of asudden one of the freshly killed soldiers rose up, the hole drivin through his chest from Zell's fist still visible. Most of the time Undead foes where a simple thing since not many would attack at once, this was another story. With so many fallen Galbadian Soldiers and so many fallen SeeDs it would be a struggle within a struggle to get the hell out of Balamb.
"Piff, undead, why did it have to be undead?" Zell begged for the answere but got none as the first Galbadian Soldier stepped forward, the same one he had just beaten to the floor with a fist through the chest.
"Son of a .." Zell ran forward and with all his might Zell kicked the Galbadian Zombie right in the crotch, it would hurt like ******** to any normal man but to a zombie it would probly be nothing. At that the martial artists growled, he hated these things. As the Zombified Soldier stumbled back abit Zell ran forward for another kick, this time aimed somewhere else ...
"GOAL!" at that the Zombie soldier's head came flying off, a high kick with enough strengh to crush in metal was what that Zombie got, right to the chin ....
( I hate Zombies more! gonk )
(and here, Zell demonstrates his mastery of Tae Kwon Leep)
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:24 pm
Morrina just holds her head in her hands..her breathing labored..she doesn't even really see the zombies..all she hears are the souls in pain..and the aura of black magic..she feels it..it's getting harder and harder to breathe...and she falls to both knees..images are going through her head..images from the past..like something's burning its way through her soul, and it's trying to force to the surface..her eyes are wide open and she's staring at the ground as the rain falls on it..
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Alger waits, watching. The sword goes up...then the sword comes down. And as it comes down, he leaps up to intercept it in midair, and brings it down hard into the ground, point first, embedding it into the concrete of balamb town's road. He remains in his crouched stance from the drop..his head down, white hair around his face..then his laugh echoes across the sky as the ground starts shaking..centered on that sword..
"Nida. this is your last gift to your comrades. You sold your soul to the devil and you didn't even know it..live on in torment.."
He stands then, opening his hand..smirking..
"By the pact unholy..(has a Shang moment) Your soul..is mine!"
And the poor sucker's spirit is yanked from the blade where it had been trapped to power the ritual, and transferred into Alger's body through his hand..that had to suck.
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