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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 1:14 am
In likewise fashion, the man in the skull mask raised his free hand towards the air, the desecrated mist gathering around it in a swirling mass. The piercing red eyes that stared out from those hollow sockets fixed upon the clergyman as the hand came down in a sweep.
"Spoken words in muttered tones, reading from the devil's tomes, gather now the darkness in, to bind those voices with their sin."
The darkness around his hand lashed out like a whip when his hand moved, turning and sweeping in the air like an animated rope. It lashed out to wrap itself around the clergyman's neck and bind his voice, rendering him mute.
...Tasha, on the other hand, was fortunate. The clergyman's summoning had freed her from the fate of undeath that she would have suffered otherwise; causing her to burst into flames at the mere touch of the ghostly figure to her mangled flesh. She shrieked out once as her body was consumed in the flame, and then fell silent upon the ground.
"Ho~?" the masked man uttered as Tasha cried out, knowing through the death of those expendible creatures which direction the clergyman's incantation would strike from. Seemingly without a care his left hand came across and he spun around, raking the blade edge of the scythe through the arm of the apparition, and severing it from the rest of the ghostly body.
"Begone from my sight, spirit, I have not called you nor do I have a use for you."
The masked man turned back towards the clergyman, almost as if he would completely ignore the apparition, though as he turned he released the haft of the weapon with his right hand and extended it outwards, palm open, towards the ghostly figure.
"...return from whence you came, to whatever hell takes you," he spoke the words coldly, just before a burst of negative energy eruped from his hand and completely blew the ethereal form away; leaving no trace of it behind.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:56 am
(Man, I go to game with my friends and everyone shows up to party XD)
The dark-haired man grinned as he sensed someone drop behind him. However he detected whoever it was wasn't in league with his foes, mainly since no attack was coming his way. That left him able to deal with the knight in front of him.
As the blade slashed towards him, his sword arm lashed out, blurring with inhuman speed as he did another parry. However, this parry was not your normal block, instead he just let his blade slide along his foe's redirecting the force and angle of the attack so that it would hopefully end up as a wide swing. the instant his blade left his opponent's it lashed back towards him in a sort of stabbing motion. Since he was just using one arm, he wouldn't be able to use the full force. And his foe's armor would prevent him from being skewered, but the force of the blow should still get through if it struck him. Should it do so, the man would feel that the pale warrior before him had his own manner of super-human strength.
Of note, the first rune on the bottom of the blade started glowing softly. He felt his own hair rise on end due to being so close to the target of the electrical attack. As such, he shifted to the side in a quick sliding motion so as not to accidentally be struck by any residual static energy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:01 am
As the battles across Latent raged on, other events were occouring only about 3 miles away from where the gunships hovered over the destruction caused by the ghouls. Smoke from several fires bathed some streets in an acrid cloud of ruin. The side street was quiet until out of the cloud burst a lone armored jeep with mounted gun turret. Inside were the lone survivors of an earlier dispatched squad of Shields, their numbers attacked by ghouls and ravaged without remorse. The vehicle sped along a road which led directly towards the temple on the easterly side of Latent and the huey gunships.
The passenger in the jeep was desperately calling on the radio inside the small car for any backup or reinforcements in the area.
Is there anyone out there?! This is Officer Kenji Nakamura requesting assistance from any Shield Personel! I'm reporting from Recon Vehicle A-01. The rest of our squad has been completely wiped out! I repeat, Recon Team Alpha has been completely wiped out! Can anyone read me?!
The driver, Officer Alexi Valkova, kept his eyes steadily focussed on the road but took time out of his silence to speak to his friend in the passenger seat.
Ken, I'm not sure, but it looks like there are a couple of gunships hovering near the temple.
Don't tell me Alex, just keep driving! Watch out!
A large chunk of crumbled wall lay in the path of the jeep that was tilted up and to the side at an angle, and just as suddenly as it appeared, it disapeared under the tires of the jeep and sent the car flying off into the air nearly ten feet, rolling to the right and tilting at a dangerous rate.
Holy s**t!
We're gonna tumble!
Hold on you bastards!
Gunner Hawke Phillips turned the mounted gun to the right and compressed the triggers of the poweful mounted gun turret as the magnetic charge within it let off a thundering bang as the solid projectile shot forth from the barrel at nearly 700 miles per hour. The shot flew off into the water with a giant splash as the kickback from the powerful round forced the jeep to the left, correcting its roll and causing it to land on its two left wheels.
Everyone shift your weight to the right side, hurry!
Alex and Hawke leaned as far to the right as they could as Kenji pushed his torso out of the jeep, holding onto the roll cage for support. The jeep finally settled down onto all four wheels, and Kenji moved back inside. Once inside, Kenji told Alex to keep heading for the temple and then picked up the radio again.
If any Shield Personel can hear me, please respond...
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:40 am
The knight's three remaining ghouls all got to their feet. The two that'd been hit with that explosion were in rough shape, faces hanging off, chests burnt to a crisp, one of them was missing an arm too. The last, who'd taken that kick, was pretty much fine, coughing up some, stuff, and moving in at their superior's opponent.
~
Ven Long's parry was effective, and the knight's sword flew over his opponent's head harmlessly, offsetting his balance slightly. He stumbled forwards and to the left, Victor's blade grinding into his right side but slipping off, a few sparks the only result. Quickly letting go of the blade with his right arm, he'd drive his elbow downwards with a strike to the man's right shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:45 am
As his attack glanced off of his foe's armor, it left him open to the shoulder strike, he grunted as he was forced back. However, rather then letting himself be knocked backwards, he quickly tried to grab ahold of his foe's armor with his right hand. Should his fingers touch the armor, a small rune would flare up on it as he quickly let go and danced backwards, holding his sword up defensively. The rune would slowly start to heat up the armor, naturally in time it would start to burn it's wearer. Unless it had some sort of magic resistance or what not.
He eyed the ghouls out of the corner of his eye as he kept up his defense.
~If they seriously attack, I'll have to unleash level one to prevent being caught off guard by the man before me.~
He thought grimly to himself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:09 pm
"No, that's not what I was going to--Oh shi--"
Silver knew the other man was up to something the moment he started to move. There was no way any bladed weapon could reach him from the distance they were apart with out being thrown. He had half expected the man to just throw whatever he had wrapped in the cloth, a dagger, or something else. What he got was something much worse.
Lightning. He hated lightning. Not just steming from his dislike of a certain electricly alligned individual, it was fast and hard to deflect. Too fast, infact, for him to dodge at this range, and even if he did, it might hit the guy behind him. He could only hope to cancel it out with his own form of energy, or at least hope to dampen the full effect.
In one smooth motion, he swung his right arm, the one carrying his bokken, up, and inverted his hand to point the wooden weapon down infront of him, and moved his left arm across to push his forearm against the back of the wooden blade to form a blocking stance. At the same time he concentrated and condensed the latent heat energy in his body and around him into a focal point just beyond the blade. The heated air infront of him exploded into a shield of white flame the instant before the lightning reached it, taking the initial impact generated by the lightning blast. The rest of the energy pierced through and flowed into his bokken, the laquered wood being a much poorer conductor than his body, but he could still feel horrible shocking sensation as it flowed into his arms.
Silver was pushed back from the blow, sliding back several inches along the ground, his arms and weapon smoking. He slowly lowered them, staring forward again at the man that had launched the attack.
"So, that's the way it's gonna be, then? Awright, you asked for it, pal."
No time to spare, or he'd probably throw something else at him, Silver swung his weapon out to his side and bolted forward, trying to close the gap between them as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:18 pm
With the initial attack over with, he needed some time to regain some energy inbetween magical strikes, and as such, the man with inverted eyes put away the piece of clothe and dagger during the assault and drew forth a scimitar from his left hip. He placed both hands around the weapon's black hilt as he positioned it in a diagonal stance from his right shoulder down to his left waist, weapon inbetween himself and the charging man to meet him.
Only if he was busy watching his movements, then he probably wouldnt notice a small twitch of the man's head. This small twitch could easily be seen as some sort of defective movement, as obviously he wasnt normal, but instead, he simply blew through the small cylinder in his mouth, and out of the small tube between his lips to fire a small needle out towards the man's neck, like any blowgun would.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:58 pm
The gypsy's hands kept an easy pace, striking the invisible drum before her with apparently little interest. She hummed with it to keep up Song of Gigan, and this Dance would accompany well... quite well indeed. Her attention shifted between the dots on the horizon and the two sets of fights that were going on in her vicinity. They were doing fine, just fine- she and her ghouls, who had by now surrounded her again, could continue doing what they were.
Putting her eyes forward to the sky, she then closed them and began to sway with the music she was producing. The movement began in her head with bobbing, then her neck joined in. Shoulders, waist, and hips followed. The initial beats of each unwritten measure became more and more pronounced, her hand falling faster and harder each time. The tempo of her hum increased to keep time with her hands, and the effect on her allies remained true.
The feet... her right foot planted wide, dropping her into a squat. The leftfollowed near, but instead of just matching position, she hopped. She did this again, moving to the left side- initial standing position. When she landed this time, it was as if a chorus of drummers all slapped their hands down on their instruments, creating a very audible 'BOOM'. She seemed to relax into it now, no longer jumping and stomping, but her feet did continue to move. One, two, three, four.
Dance of Titans + Song of Gigan.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:11 pm
Silver continued his charge unabated by the appearance of the scimitar.
Fortunately, Silver had been focused on the mans head, or he might have missed the twitch. It struck him as odd at first, and he probably would have regarded it as a character trait accompanying his death-like appearance. But then he noticed the tube in his mouth. His eyes widened, as his mind raced.
That twitch... what could he have... the tube! No noise... a dog whistle? NO! A blow gun! Needles! Look out!
At the last second he juked to the side but continued forward, yanking his neck and head to the left. The needle grazed his neck, but didn't have enough of a straight impact to actually pierce his flesh and stick in.
Silver winced, but it wasn't bad. It had probably been poisoned, but at least he had hopefully managed to avoid the full dose. He mentally challanged whatever it had been to do it's worst. His immune system was far more powerful than the average man's. He had fought off the blood a Efreet from buring him alive on willpower alone. He could take whatever the walking corpse had.
Coming up on his intended target, he slowed so that he stopped at about 3 feet from him, intending to get the full range out of his weapon. He brought the bokken up to his right, reaching with the left hand to grip the base of the handle. With a mighty swing putting his momentum behind it, he brought it down in a hard diagonal down-left slash to collide with the other man's blade a perpendicular angles.
The ebony weapon was suprisingly strong for being wooden, easily standing up to the metal scimitar. It might as well have been made out of laquered black steel.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:23 pm
Movement. It is what makes a battle as great as it is. Without it, a single blow form one side would instantly end a fight without opposition.
As the man armed with a wooden weapon made his headlong rush, and took a moment to move his body, Decruda began to move in himself, closing the distance rapidly as both combatants came together in a melee. However, as the man would rear back and bring his weapon down in a diagonal swing at him, crossing against his own weapon''s position, he never stopped himself. His arms brought his weapon up to meet the one coming down as he veered his approach a little to his left, tilting his arms up to redirect the wooden weapon to slide down the length of the curved blade as he braced it against his upper right arm and turned counter clockwise.
In the passing moment he made in his movements, using his own foreward movement for momentum, he made a quick hop into the air as he twisted his body around, the scimitar''s blade flying upwards into the air from his right shoulder down to his left hip as he swung the weapon around on his defelcting pass against the man, which should position him to turn with his back exposed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 5:10 pm
Silver's weapon collided with the scimitar with the peculiar sound of metal on wood. He thought he had landed a solid enough blow to knock the inverted-eyed man back, but the crafty devil had actually executed an interesting counter by stepping back and tilting his blade so Silver's would slide off.
Fortunately, since the other man had actually let the blades collide before letting him slide past, much of Silver's momentum had been slowed, and he didn't go sprawling forward totally exposed.
Silver let his right foot come down infront to catch himself, but still let his momentum and weight lower him a little. It was easy to predict where the next blow would be aimed. And, as they say, "Scars on the back are a swordsman's shame."
In one fluid motion as he was falling, he leaned back, shot his weapon back and up over his head and a little to the left, tilting his hands back and inverting the blade as it flowed over his body, ending up with him holding over his head and left shoulder, but the blade pointed down at the ground to the right to block the strike aimed for his back.
Whether his opponent's blade was stopped, or merely deflected, he would swing and push his own weapon up to send his opponents up and over him. Lowering himself and putting his weight on the left leg under him, he would sharply twist his body around clockwise while spinning on that foot. At the same time, he would whip out his right leg into a sweep, dragging his right foot along the ground.
Even if the sweep didn't connect, the move would have a secondary effect. The arc cut into the ground by his foot would glow to illuminate the path it had made, a moment later erupting into a wave of silvery white flame that followed his foot, and flowed around him.
Silver would make a full rotation and a half to stop himself still crouched, but facing the attacker that had managed to maneuver behind him.
(Imagine kinda like Jhun Hoon's qbc+A/C, Haiki Geki.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 5:35 pm
An attack blocked, and an instant later, his feet was knocked out from underneath himself just as he landed, causing the man to fall backwards as a needle shot out from the small tube inbetween his lips and up into the sky. It seemed that he was going for a quick strike to the back of the man's exposed neck, the most effective point to strike with the needles which were coated in a poison that sedates the central nervous system, and luckily, with the leg-trip, he spared himself such a sneaky assault.
And then as he landed on his back with a grunt, the ground closest to his legs erupted in a flash of white hot flames, blasting his legs up into the air as he rolled back in response to the sudden force, luckily the heat shield he erected a moment before as he observed the other man which fought the knight was active, thus protecting his legs from being turned to a crisp.
How devilish of him... he thought to himself with a crooked grin, Using such surprising attacks as to burn after a strike. Oh, he liked this man a lot already, sneaky just like so many of 'his kind'. And as he completed his backwards roll, he continued to roll once more to gain a little distance so that getting up off his back would be more advantageous with distance between them to prevent pre-emtive strikes, having gained a slight glance at the man as he crouched in place.
On his back, his legs flew up over his body as he rolled back and pushed up with his shoulders as his feet planted into the ground where his head once was, tilting back a little as he regained his balance from the rolling recovery. With the scimitar held in his right hand, blade pointed down at the ground, his grin stayed on his face. He shifted the tiny tube to the side of his mouth as he began to chew on it absently, circling the man in a clockwise manner, letting the weapon drag along the ground.
As he did so, his left hand however moved to his lower back, underneath the small cape. Perhaps he had something hidden there, or maybe it was a bluff, as it was obviously seen by the other man. The question is, what was he planning? Maybe something, maybe nothing at all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 6:16 pm
Silver stood back up as the man rolled away, satisifed the attack had done the job, even if the other man had somehow managed to avoid getting his legs scorched. As the reverse-eyed man stood, Silver met his evil smile with his own roguish grin.
"You like that? For now Ill call it my Heat Sweeper, but Im still working on names..."
As the other man began to move, Silver swung his bokken out and down to his right side, as if to shake off blood or something else that wasnt on it, it still being in his right hand, the tip just barely touching the ground. He moved his left hand behind his back and under his shirt to mimic the other man's pose. Did he have some tricks of his own? He began to scuff his right sandaled foot against the ground, front to back, as if getting ready to take off running, and he slowly turned on the left to stay face to face with his opponent.
"You still want some more, eh? Awright, but don't complain if you get burned..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 6:31 pm
Oh, he liked it a lot...
scraping the weapon along the ground at his side, he continued to circle until he made his move, dashing forward in one leaping bound to cross the distance as he brough his weapon to his lower left side and bring it around in a low horizontal slash at the man, bringing the blade from his left to his right.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 6:55 pm
The roguish grin never left Silver's face. Time for some ninja magic.
The instant the other man made his move, Silver sprang into action for a counter attack. He whipped his left hand out from behind his back to reveal... nothing!
With a quick flick if his right leg, he sent his right sandal flying at the reverse-eyed man's face, underside first. The scuffing had actually been to loosen the footwear that had otherwise been secured to his foot.
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