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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:02 am
s**t.
Ferrex knew that he had it coming, and so he dove down as soon as he could, sliding across the snow, aiming for the hole between Ryugi's legs as the heaping steel wall above him closed in. He then had a revalation!
Too fast, not enough space!
As he slid on the ground, the broad edge of Ragnarok slammed down onto his right calf, sending him deeper into the cold ground, and bringing him to a stop almost instantaneously, only about 7 feet away, the distance over which his body had been tossed after bouncing off the icy floor.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:09 am
Ryugi blinked. He wasn't usually graced with such an interesting hit from his weapon. The swing had continued down and around Ryugi, passing by his left side as he turned his body to face his flattened opponent. The sword hit the snow covered ground and stuck there, still in Ryugi's right hand, and tilted at a slight angle.
Ryugi then hefted the blade back to his right shoulder and began walking towards his bounced and jounced opponent, who should be getting up by now...
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:11 am
Ferrex slowly rose from the ground, shaking his head quickly before turning around to face his opponent, and slowly backing away in the direction of his weapon as his opponent approached him.
That's quite an arm you've got there.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:14 am
Thank you.
Ryugi could see his opponent was heading for his weapon, but he didn't care. It wasn't any challenge to try and attack a mostly unarmed man with a weapon that could easily smash him to bits if used correctly. He stood there and waited, still charging energy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:26 am
Well, thank you for letting me take my weapon, as well.
Ferrex took his weapon in his hand and stood holding it at its midpoint and back end, pointed toward his opponent, aimed slightly upward, and he stopped moving backward, waiting for his opponent's next move.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:13 pm
In the traditional manner, the void shat out someone. Who? This time it was a young man, in his early thirties, adorned in ornate garments of black silk and leather, with silver trim, studs, and buckles across them. He wore a long black cape secured to his shirt by two silver buckles at the shoulders, and the void had left him with one bit of information before it left him stranded there: Await your opponent.(( ...aw, hell, why not. Excerpt Standing tall and thick, Brutus is an imposing figure, very much the brute as his name implies. A shower of fine blonde hair springs from his head, coming down to the neck before cutting off in an even line around his head. His eyes show his true nature, though, dark and blue, like frozen pools, devoid of any pleasant emotion. Brutus has had a tailor craft him various garments from a set of expensive fabric which he had acquired. This fabric had strands of silver woven into the cloth, creating a brilliant sheen that reflect the light when it is caught, despite the fabric itself being nothing but the darkest black. His pants and shirt are made from this fabric, as well as a thin pair of gloves. Light and decorative, though the metal within providing little more protection than simple cloth, it appealed to his aristocratic side, striking him as elegant and sophisticated. The shirt itself is sleeveless, cutting off just above the shoulder, and the collar is cut lower than average. The gloves are a bit thicker in places than the rest of the outfit, requiring a few extra layers of fabric to thicken them up and cause them to shape right. The pants are smooth, pocket-less, and adorned with a thick black leather belt with a huge silver clasp in the front. The clasp itself being engraved with the image of a silver moon and a silver sun. A black leather strap comes down across his chest, over the left shoulder and down to the hip at the right side, it is studded with silver beads throughout the length of it, but has no other identifiable marks.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:16 pm
"RRRRRRGGHHHAAA!"
He cam running out full tilt, his right arm cocked back and ready to slam forward into whatever body part he could get at.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:22 pm
With Vahn's height compared to Brutus', that would come to about chest level. And he would have a clean hit without resistance; Brutus had no idea where Vahn would be coming from, or what the opening attack would be.
Brutus' back was to Vahn.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:27 pm
He went running past the guy, turned in a wide arc, and started heading straight for him face to face now, arm still cocked back.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:29 pm
Brutus cracked his knuckles, then bent his knees slightly; adopting a pose like he was about to try and wrestle a bear.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:30 pm
He ran in, and attempted to throw his fist directly in a hook against the man's left side.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:36 pm
Vahn's fist struck something underneath the man's black cloak; it was hard, and it was heavy, and it was sitting just above the man's left hip. In fact, it was a 25 lb block of metal.
Brutus turned to the side, stepping counterclockwise with his right foot, and tried to innitiate a bear hug.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:38 pm
He cried out in pain, probaly breaking his hand from the force of his own blow that he intended to use, and was caught in a bear hug.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:40 pm
Brutus made with the squeezing, lifting the opponent up about a foot off of the ground.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:41 pm
Wheezing loudly as breath is stolen, he sends the back of his head hard into the face of his opponent.
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