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 Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:17 pm
Blaine growled and pulled out his Light 2 mysticker and slapped it on, activating it and letting out a short burst of light just before Crash reached them.
Blaine dove towards the (hopefully) blinded Crash and punched for his chest with the hand his mysticker was on.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:18 pm
((BSOD? And I mean, he threw up last time he killed someone. No one makes that transition that fast! Lol.))
As he entered his relaxed state, his power began to fade faster. Kitt was on her knees, still able to crawl.
Crash's eyes widened as the Sticker was activated. "What the - !"
Blaine's hit landed. Crash slid and stumbled to a halt, darting back in random directions and trying to clear his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:23 pm
Blaine quickly deactivated the sticker and went for Crash once more, "Hit him!" he called to the others.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:26 pm
Crash flailed about, trying to keep Blaine back. Blaine ducked and weaved, taking a glancing hit (albeit one strong enough to shake his teeth in his head) and sliding in close.
The others seemed to slow down as Blaine's hand reached out. Crash's watering eyes opened, then widened.
He made contact.
Crash relaxed instantly. "That's three!" he said happily. "Good job. You can now sit out if you want." He turned to the other two.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:27 pm
((BSOD = Blue Screen of Death))
Anatoly stood in the relaxed state. He expended the rest of his Mysticker's non-overcharge power creating a four-inch spike about a centimeter in diameter above her noninjured foot, already in contact with it as it came into existence, and driving it through her ankle.
((You'll see. >:3))
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:29 pm
((Woohoo!!))
Blaine grinned widely, though his teeth were sore, "ALRIGHT!" Blaine exclaimed, almost jumping.
He considered sitting out but decided against it. He shook his head, "Nope, we're a team and it's gonna stay that way." he said, taking a step back.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:30 pm
The spike made her scream, then pass out cold.
At the same second, as Anatoly used the last of his power, he too passed out.
The four people left standing looked at each other. "Draw," said Stark hesitantly. "No one wins."
Bitong went to help Kitt, and one of the men went to help Anatoly. The other man made his way quickly out of the room.
Crash smiled and nodded. "That's what I like to hear. Keep trying."
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:32 pm
((Joe's off for now, he'll be on later.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:33 pm
((You cheating whoooore! Give me my toooooolboooooooox! evil evil ))
Had Anatoly been awake, he'd have no idea why he'd just passed out - after all, he hadn't even overcharged, and the meditative state had kept the worst of the fatigue from affecting him... right?
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 9:05 pm
((Tee hee.))
Of course, had Anatoly been awake, he would have also known that it was not fatigue at all.
Then again, had he been awake, then clearly the plan wouldn't have worked.
He awoke in an hour in the infirmary. He opened his eyes, but for some reason saw only blackness.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 10:20 pm
"BITONG! STARK!" Anatoly yelled immediately. Blackout. It had to be. "KITT! SOMEONE GET THE ******** OVER HERE! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE GUY WITH BLACKOUT LOOKS LIKE!"
((So unfair. D: I never weave obstacles from whole cloth in Cabal just to prevent your power growth. Reward ingenuity, dammit!))
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 5:49 am
((Venom, it's 'CUZYOUSUCK.))
Nathan groaned and picked himself up, but he was a little encouraged. Blaine had done it and he was gonna help them. And Nathan had worked something out. He had another idea, too. Now that he'd figured out the less-than-fatal approach... he didn't know any swordfighting, but if he never tried, he'd never learn.
The fireball elongated into a rather long, straight, non-fatal but most definitely a little painful fire blade. It rather resembled a rapier. Nathan took a few steps in, dove, and thrusted. The great thing about this sword would be he could bend it with his will. Hopefully.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:10 am
"Hey, kid. Shut up," came a familiar voice.
The darkness lifted away as Rufus pulled the Sticker off his face. He slapped it back on his bicep and pulled his sleeve down.
"What the hell happened out there?" he asked. "One of the guys dropped you off here."
Not while he was focusing on fighting, he couldn't. Crash slid to one side and forward, so that the sword went just past him.
Crash pushed Nathan back.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:23 am
Instead of letting himself be pushed, Nathan turned the push into a spin on one foot, holding the blade out so that it spun, rather like Link.
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