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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:05 pm
She cried out and threw her arms up. The ice spikes began to slow down, more and more, until they hit her with approximately the force of a thrown feather.
They fell to the floor and shattered as Kitt backed away.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:08 pm
Anatoly launched another volley of four.
Then he used the trick he'd learned from his fight with Stark and quietly generated another spike, silently, immediately behind her left thigh.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:24 pm
Nathan was too dazed from the impact to his head to do anything but wonder how Blaine and Anna were actually doing. Stars shone in front of his eyes; his Mysticker was discharged and his plan had failed. Epically. Dangit. Or, to describe himself, dang git.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:24 pm
The four spikes spun in such a way that their rotations made them miss the girl by mere milimeters.
She was, however, unprepared for the one behind her leg. It bit into her and she cried out, a high-pitched, heart-rending sort of noise.
Luckily, the ice missed the artery. Being cold, the pain was soon negligible, and it hadn't had enough to speed to severely hinder her movement.
Blaine caught Nathan with only a bit of stumbling. Meanwhile, Crash had been tagged on the back by Anna.
"One for Anna," he said, gently shoving her away. Of course, gently meant that she was nearly airborne.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:40 pm
((Okay.... 1: Joe, what you described is physically impossible. 2: This is what this sort of looks like.  3: The last spike came into existence rushing at her from about two inches behind her leg. If she didn't already know it was happening she could only have dodged it with absurd luck. So, yeah. 4: Quit logging off after like four seconds online! Also, sad fact: That picture? It was done with a Tablet. xd I make efforts!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:48 pm
((Sorry, busy with stuff.
Oooooook, looks like I misunderstood. *edit*))
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:52 pm
The damage wasn't heavy at first.
Then Anatoly traced his Mysticker again and made the spike fragment and explode, launching its shards throughout her leg.
Somewhere in his mind, it registered in him that he was tearing an 11-year-old girl's leg apart from the inside. This part was told, "******** you, I'm busy," by the part calculating how best to deal with Toolbox's effects."
((Empathy-ness reading on how Kitt is thinking/feeling about this fight?))
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:57 pm
((She's an 11 year-old girl. She's really not.))
Kitt felt like there was fire inside her leg. She cried out and fell to the knee of her other leg as she felt feeling in her leg drain. This was getting bad.
She pushed her hands forward, and the ice spikes that Anatoly had generated a few seconds ago were suddenly flying at him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:01 pm
Another trace dissolved the spikes before they reached him. He began to walk forward, fingers seconds away from a trace.
"Surrender now and I won't have to do any more. Please," Anatoly's threat/offer hung in the air as he approached.
If she tried anything, he was going to encase her face in ice.
((Really not what?))
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:05 pm
((She's really not thinking/feeling much.))
He took another step, then s**t began to get loopy.
His leg, which he placed forward, suddenly twisted, and he found himself upside-down, in the air, then on the ground, looking at the ceiling.
Kitt, meanwhile, had dragged herself back, and the effect disappeared.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:06 pm
"Sorry," Anatoly stated simply. He traced the Ice 1.
A sheet of airtight ice covered Kitt's face. He immediately rolled to the side to throw off her aim.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:56 am
((Funny... Thats MY ice level 2 thank you... XD))
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:19 am
Blaine went to catch Nathan, but immediately realized that he was shirtless and instead let him drop.
Blaine hopped over Nathan and traced his own mysticker, hoping there was enough juice left in it to make at least a small orb of light. If there was, he would toss it up and towards Crash and go for a hit.
He wanted to wait just a little longer until he used the Light 2, still hoping it would catch Crash off-guard.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 6:04 pm
Kitt's eyes widened as she screamed silently, her hands thrashing at her face. Her Sticker began to fluctuate, her sole focus now survival.
The people in the room made a rush to get out. In a matter of seconds, the only ones in the room were Stark, Bitong, Kitt, Anatoly, and two other men.
As for Anatoly, the fluctuations meant that he was not only having a hard time maintaining his footing, but his stomach as well. The floor bucked and rolled, and Anatoly had a feeling of vertigo that made him dizzy.
His focus thus shifted, the ice on Kitt's face melted away.
A tiny ball of light popped up. It was about as big as Blaine's thumb.
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