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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:57 pm
 ~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
After about an hour after the process was complete, enough of the Ritter's healing ability had recharged to continue healing Wyndom. It slowly trickled through his veins, restoring to him the strength to sit up and figure out what had just happened. Yet again though, the mysterious eyes would not seem to give Wyndom the chance. The path he was sitting on slowly faded, and sent Wyndom hurtling into the emptiness below with nothing in view to stop him. Wyndom had wings now, but how did he make them come out of his back?! If he didn't figure it out quickly then Wyndom feared the worst. The rush of adrenaline would cause his fangs to become more prominent, also his tail seemed to be getting harder at the tip, and Wyndom was becoming more aware of his control over it. He was able to move his tail around rather clumsily for now, but it was progress.
After several minutes of free falling and attempting to stretch, pull, flex, and relax his shoulders and back in every position Wyndom could think of trying to get his wings to come out, nothing happened. Keeping a calm mind at the moment was difficult due to falling, but since Wyndom couldn't even see his own feet it was so dark, he figured he could fall for over an hour before hitting any sort of object in this dimension. He tried to imagine what it felt like when his wings were being extracted forcefully even though it was hard to distinguish that sensation from the myriad of other things happening to his body back then. It felt like the most good when he flexed his shoulders though, so he focused on trying to flex everything in his back muscles, and that is when he felt something twitch. A small grin came over his face as he focused on that, trying to squeeze the wings out of his back. He would work at it, slowly feeling the wings starting to come out, but when it seemed like he was about to get it they would suddenly be gone, furled back inside just as tightly as before. Frustration would get him nowhere, but Wyndom couldn't stop that from happening and in a sudden burst of it all, one of his wings shot out from his back...but just one?! The wing that was triggered by Wyndom uncoiled from inside of him as a chemical was released by his body which encased the bones of the wing, hardening it and allowing it some give so that it can handle the air pressure when being used. The give also would allow the wings to not be broken so easily if hit by some object or an attacker. However for now Wyndom wasn't concerned about that, only one wing had come out and as far as he was concerned that didn't really help his current predicament. He even sighed as all the wing managed to do was start him spiraling due to the uneven weight on that side, making things worse. At least he had figured out which muscles to flex. Slowly but surely his other wing would begin to unfurl, only to retract again as Wyndom lost focus. Eventually he got the hang of it, and the second wing would emerge from his back, the chemicals immediately making it flight-ready. Wyndom began to stop spiraling as the weight evened his body rotation out, and that is when he saw it...the ground.
Tch! How do you make these things flap?! was Wyndom's only thought as the black bottom, which was illuminated by red electricity sparking around it, rushed up to meet his face, and then...he fell out the other end of the portal in a room.
He was glad to be out of that cursed dimension, but where was he now? Was he back in heaven?? Wyndom winced as the sudden showing of light would irritate his eyes which had grown accustomed to the pitch blackness. As his eyes slowly became used to the light, Wyndom would see that he was in a room that was made up entirely of dark storm clouds that he was standing on, but the first thing Wyndom noticed was the creature at the other end of the room:
He held no weapons in his hands, but there was no doubt that those red eyes from behind the mask where the same as in the other dimension. "What did you summon me here for?" demanded Wyndom.
The creature spoke from behind the mask, "My name is Ome, and can't you tell why I summoned you here? You know the truth now, and you are who you were meant to be. Now come, we must get back to heavens realm to help Light!"
[Ooc: Bleh, work...I'll explain more about Ome later, but here is your cue Phantom, I guess. wink ]  
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 4:32 pm
"They'll be safe. Wyndom and Rogziel as well. Moirae will probably be expecting us."
Raven bowed her head to both Leaders of Heaven and Hell, before retracting herself from the conversation and jogging to Ki. Flame was a familiar entity, but not one that she feared. As easily as any horse, she hopped up and pulled herself onto the Were's back. It was a strange adjustment--she had become used to riding a giant Panther. The quiet echo of her mental voice hung in the group's minds as both her and Ki prepared to leave.
<"Be safe, all of you.">
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Phantom_Knight_x_ Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:13 pm
(Aye. Sorry, Wyndom..won't be able to post until I get back. )
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:29 pm
 Takehitsu sat within his own domain. He had contact in heaven with one of the elders who was now explaining the situation (although granted he knows not of Oni being there. Takehitsu saw this as a glorious opportunity to weave his way into being hired by them. Since his teleportal gate to heaven wasn't working right he asked the elder to at least send a message relaying how useful Takehitsu could be in a situation as such. He hoped this would finally get his foot in the door. Espeically since the command was handed off to another person.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 6:37 pm
Ki would Howl as he Dashed out of the Palace with Raveena on his Back, With every Powerful Step as Small twister would spread forth from his paws, Leaping from roof to roof, Not a Single Crack would be left on them, Showing he's Learnt to control his Strength, or Was it cause he was lighter then a Feather? it mattered not, He had the angels Scent as he Landed gently on the Outside of the Town Where they came in at the Gate, His Nose following her Trail Around the Ex battlefield, That was Still Scarred from their Battle times ago.
"We both know Lacus will be Alright, Can you get a Trace from this Lady Her Scent is Weak, But it Ends Here."
Speaking With a Deep and Gravel Voice, The Great Wolfs Fangs would White as Snow and Sharp as the Hardest Steel. However Soft and Gentle at the same time. as he lays down so Raveena can get off.
"I can't Handle Magic Well, Maybe you can see where she went?"
Before the Battle began Ki Saw her Around this Point but before he could see, He engaged in Battle.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:52 pm
~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Ome said it was time to go, but Wyndom wasn't quite so sure about this guy...who was he and what did he want with Wyndom? It couldn't be such a simple matter as letting Wyndom know the truth. Besides...now that Wyndom was a Ritter he wasn't sure if he could trust himself on the battlefield, he couldn't control his body, and he had to get used to his new self, he would need time to adapt or else he would be merely a hindrance to Light and company.
So Wyndom would begin to voice his thoughts, "No...we aren't heading back quite yet. First, you gotta give me a little bit more information, why should I trust you? Light is fine, and even if he wasn't then he has other comrades to help him out, I am not a large part of the equation, they will cope without me."
"Don't be a brat. I shall entertain you, but in the future you won't speak to me with that tone...You may think of me as someone similar to...Greiver, your friend Tristen's partner. I am a similar creature, and I believe that answers your question as to who I am. I am capable of many things, including opening portals to my own dimension as you have seen, but enough about me, you wanted to hear about you, right? I summoned you here for the reasons why I told you, as well as because, to be honest, I am to you what Greiver was to Tristen--"
"Hold it," interrupted Wyndom, "are you implying that you are gonna accompany from now on, fight with me, and assist me? Do I get any say in the matter?"
Ome continued, "Yes, that is what I am implying, but don't make it sound so negative. There are reasons for this beyond your wildest dreams." At this point the sarcasm dripping from Ome's words was clearly evident and Wyndom guessed he was one of those overly dramatic people with an attitude, which he would find out was absolutely correct. Ome proceeded with his speech, "For one as young as you are the help should be welcomed. Now what you said earlier about them coping without you is true, so when you do come back let's try to make you a bit more useful eh?"
With that being said, Ome would snap his fingers and a black portal laced with red electricity would open up before them like a giant maw, daring Wyndom to question who would step out from the other side. Meanwhile, a similar portal had opened up in the real world next to the one called Enoch. From the portal Ome would use his powers to beckon him, calling him to step into the vast unknown before him.
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:52 pm
((For Ki and Raven )) [Heaven's Plight - Shadow on the Gates]
The city of St. Anne was large and one of the treasures to behold within Heaven. Glimmers of gold and white shimmered throughout the city, the reds of the banners swaying in the breeze and the occasional celestial melodies gave a warm atmosphere to the naive. The peace that still remained was steadily faltering. An unforeseen calamity was beginning to overshadow Heaven and it was up to the warriors summoned by Lucas to stop it!
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As Ki and Raven raced to find Moirae they would find it difficult to locate the Dark Angel through supernatural means. The lingering scent was perhaps the only clue they would have at the moment. As they looked around the battle scarred ground they would notice black plumes laying near where the Dark Angel and the Enchantress, Naya had disappeared to. There was a dark alley that-although cliche- was still where Moirae's trail had led to. This was where Raven and Ki would have to make a choice.
A choice? All they had to do was follow the feathers. There wasn't another option that was available was there? But if the two listened closely and cleared their minds they would begin to hear screaming in the distance and scraping metal. However going to investigate would take Ki and Raven considerably out of their way...the two could choose to trust the other fighters of Heaven would take care of the situation and leap into the dark alley or check out what was going on.
If they peered into the alley they'd see that the light was not being released from the darkness. An abysmal feeling would grasp Ki and Raven and a sense of detachment would be hinted if they tried to inspect the alleyway. It was as if the darkness led to some place outside of Heaven's reach. In turn, that could mean something not of Heaven's realm could come in.
Decisions, decisions.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:23 pm
Ki would Howl as he would Let the Azure Blaze Surround Him again, Even tho Raveena was Still Atop of Him, However the Flames themselfs were of No harm to her Since he Was no Ill. He would appear in his Human form again, His Sword Straped Sideways to his Back and Holding Raveena by the Legs like a Piggy back ride.
"...You live here...I Don't, Protect the People, Or Risk Life and Limb? Im not a Hero, So i Rather not do the Heroic Thing."
Gently Ki would Set Raveena On her Feet, As He looks To the Alley Way and Slam his Right Fist into his Left hand, The force of the Impact would Create a ShockWave, As he Looked to Raveena with a Saddened Look. He'd Grip his Neckless of a Silver Heart and Take it off to Hand to Raveena.
"This is for Alettea, But it Also has a Mental Connection as well, Speak to me from it, If it Cracks...Well, Don't Expect Any Surprises, It's made like my Sword so if it Cracks, So will my Sword, And thus...Well, You get the Point."
Raveena Had all the Choice in the world if she wanted to Come with Him into the Alley, Of course he wanted to Help the Other's But Lights Orders were Clear to find the Enchantress and the Dark angel. Ki had a Score to Settle with her, and Hopefully He would get his Rematch, He awaited with his Hand Extended and neckless in hand.
((you sure know how to make my job harder biggrin darn you lightman.))
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Phantom_Knight_x_ Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 10:05 pm
Єภøςђ
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tђє คℓקђค
Some whom deserve to die, live, and some whom deserve to live, die. This is the circle of life, and the only order in all of the decades is the order of justice - to which is supreme - but victims can rarely carry out justice, but instead it is up to those whom can. Never be too quick to administer justice in the form of death, for not even the wisest of men can always foresee all ends of truth.
In the end, justice is not the ideal of being mutual, but finding out what is right from the wrong and upholding it wherever it may be to purify into peace. Through diversity and strength, we create peace.♞------ ☠------ ♠Out from the portal came a fellow standing at 6'5, a massive and regal cloak covering his person - the majestic design, fabric, and ever so light purple distinguishing status, followed by the rest of him as the portal would close behind him. The darkness of the surroundings and the cloak would keep his appearance still hidden from Wyndom, and even Ome. This was Enoch, the Alpha, a fellow Einri. Enoch would simply glance at Wyndom before making his attention on Ome ever so obvious by turning his head, which in turn shifted his hood."Ome. So this is the child you told me about? He's rather.." Truthfully, Enoch knew the word but figured it'd be best not to go off of first impressions - especially in this case where Ome had asked him to train Wyndom. He'd look back at Wyndom, his watchful eyes giving off the feeling of being looked over closely."What is your name? What is your purpose? What do you do? Why do you exist? Why do you choose to exist? Do you truly want to be what you are, maggot?" Why was he asking such questions? To intimidate, to test, to pressure..whatever you wanted to call it. If he was going to train Wyndom in necessary ways he had to be pushed to the brink - to Hell and back, if you will - and only through this can one's core be tested and strengthened."I will give you warning right now..if you choose to live, I will give you hell. I will do anything in my power to tear you down, bring you to the lowest you can be, and ultimately empower you with what I believe is necessary. If you choose not to..don't struggle."
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 10:47 pm
~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Wyndom watched the man carefully as he stepped through the portal, Enoch and Ome seemed to know one another, and the newcomer wasn't particularly fond of Wyndom. Again, Wyndom was not given the opportunity to think much on the matter as Enoch got right down to the business of training him.
"My name is Wyndom. My current purpose is to help Light protect the realm of Heaven. As for the last three questions, those have been thrown into doubt over the last several hours as my existence and who I am have just been revealed to me, and I do not know my current self. However, my belief for existing still remains, and that is my own business for now." At this point, Wyndom wondered if it was possible to go through anything worse then what he had just experienced...he hoped not, but Enoch could prove him wrong. Regardless though Wyndom didn't like the sound of either option.
"Very well, but let's try to keep the training sessions quick so I can get back to heaven...it's a much more positive place."
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Phantom_Knight_x_ Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 11:30 pm
Єภøςђ
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tђє คℓקђค
Some whom deserve to die, live, and some whom deserve to live, die. This is the circle of life, and the only order in all of the decades is the order of justice - to which is supreme - but victims can rarely carry out justice, but instead it is up to those whom can. Never be too quick to administer justice in the form of death, for not even the wisest of men can always foresee all ends of truth.
In the end, justice is not the ideal of being mutual, but finding out what is right from the wrong and upholding it wherever it may be to purify into peace. Through diversity and strength, we create peace.♞------ ☠------ ♠Wyndom? Odd name..but then again he stank of Human, and the part Ritter which had just been awoken inside of him. His parents had odd..fetishes obviously. Who, or what was Light? What was Heaven? Apparently something important to him and this Light fellow. Perhaps their home? Feh... Such feeble reasonings. How he had lasted so long was beyond him. Perhaps their warriors were weak? Or had he not seen enough combat? "Quick? Heh. I may not know who or what this Light and Heaven is, but if I were you..I'd ignore that all for now. We have more important situations to address; especially concerning your current state. You can't even help yourself..behold.." Enoch's energies would flare up, and then get compressed, but unlike most where this made energies weaker, compressing of his energies made them stronger. The intensity of his energies would automatically cause something inside of Wyndom to shift, physically, emotionally and of course, mentally. Slowly, a rainbow colored aura would become visible to both Ome and Wyndom, but that was even if Wyndom could focus.
What would be happening? Wyndom would be experiencing what almost every Ritter felt. The desire for war, or perhaps rather the anxiety. What was this caused by? Hormonal imbalance by the presence of a strong opponent, or a hunt. Similar to adrenaline, but on a smaller scale until the actual adrenaline would kick in. Wyndom would feel many parts of his body begin to react to the high level of energy presence - his fangs growing out, his tail hardening, his wings screaming at him from within, both of his hearts spiking in amount of beats, his lungs demanding more air and faster, and of course a feeling deep inside demanding action to this presence.
This was the very soul of every Ritter and Freiherr - to be mighty warriors, a thrill in the art of war for each and every one of them. Of course, even if this didn't put Wyndom into a pickle for one reason or another, Enoch was simply giving a demonstration and would release his energy pressure and go back down to his normal levels. However, Wyndom would still have his body at odds due to the appearance. "Do you see now? What if you came across an opponent? Perhaps you wouldn't even be the one fighting, but instead sheer instinct. Instinct gets more warriors killed than even cowardice. You have a long way to go before you will be back into fighting condition...or would you prefer to prove me wrong?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 1:03 am
~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Obviously Enoch wasn't the type who was easily amused...very well. From what Wyndom could tell though, Enoch looked down upon him with disdain, as an inferior creature, or thing. If Wyndom wasn't half-Ritter, then he doubted Enoch would even bother speaking to him. All in all, Enoch's attitude towards him ticked him off, but anger here would do more harm then good.
What happened next was difficult for Wyndom to understand, but he felt the urge to rush Enoch, and show him just how wrong he was about Wyndom's inability to fight. He felt his fangs growing prominent again, and his wings itched to sprout from his back and launch him towards Enoch. His tail's tip did become hardened, but Wyndom failed to notice this, as he wasn't used to this body at all, not to mention he wasn't even fully recovered yet! He had felt much more frightening auras before though, and easily held himself in check. This was helping him to learn about his body's new functions, but maybe fighting would help him adapt even quicker. Besides...Enoch himself mentioned it as an option.
"Heh, if it is a fight you want, I'd oblige you. However, you are the teacher here I suppose, so what do you think is the best course of action?" Wyndom hated sucking up to this fellow, but it was the quickest way to resolve this and return to help out matters in his own realm of things.
Meanwhile, Ome had vanished? Leaving the two to play their little games.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 1:45 am
Raven smiled sadly to Ki, shaking her head as she passed the locket back to him. "I understand. I am a Guardian; I will defend to my last breath. I will go with you, but I'm sending my proxy to investigate the noise. I...I'm going to literally take Light's advice; I'm going to go blind. There are feathers to follow--see if you can track the scent from there."
Hundreds of water droplets began to pull together out of the air. They contorted and rushed to coagulate, a large, living puddle that began to grow largely in size, until it was roughly the same height as Raven, herself. It was yet another water clone, the surface tension linked to her own aura. Soon, the surface calmed, as though a living wax doll stood before them. In a shimmer, its surface reflected, transforming itself into an exact replica of Raven, a Naginata strapped to its back.
At the exact same time, Raven's own vision began to fade as she tossed the Water Clone the . A gray film laced together, spreading across the cones and rods of her Emerald irises, crawling across the pupils, and dominating the entire surface. Her vision dimmed and darkened, until she was completely blind of sight. It had not been the first time she had gone blind, but she had learned to manipulate the ability to her own benefit. It had been many years since she had last naturally lost her ability. Her senses would take a while to adjust, though she sensed Ki close enough that she could follow him.
The Proxy ran back from whence they came, disappearing around a corner, trailing after the sounds of the screaming that had been heard. With Raven's eyes--though not shut--but blinded, her mental abilities were twice as focused. She felt more at ease, giving in to the Crystal's Will to investigate the grate of metal, and the screams being heard.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 8:34 am
Ki would smile slightly as Raven spoke, Such words were nice to hear, But her Magic was truely Amazing, He had never seen Magic of this skill before, But her being blind was Not something that was good, However she stuck close which helped...But time Was short they had to get moving quickly.
"Heh...Trust a Werewolf...Your pretty cool, So Hang on."
Ki would stop and grab Raven's hand, To make sure they don't Split up, Last thing that was needed was To lose each other in Darkness, What Enemy's Awaited? Ki was Curious, But Careful. Taking his Free Hand he would Slide Razorda free and Place it infront of him.
"Burn...Azure Blaze."
Line of Sight was a Must in Darkness even his Wolf Eye's did NOT wanna be off guard, And with an Ally with him this time, Failure wasnt Something to risk, If it was him he didnt Care, But he Refused to Have an Ally in danger. The Blade would Lit Ablaze with an Azure Flame, But the Light was Dim, The Darkness Was Truely Dark this time, Not like at Night.
"This place...Gives me the Creeps."
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Phantom_Knight_x_ Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 9:26 am
Єภøςђ
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tђє คℓקђค
Some whom deserve to die, live, and some whom deserve to live, die. This is the circle of life, and the only order in all of the decades is the order of justice - to which is supreme - but victims can rarely carry out justice, but instead it is up to those whom can. Never be too quick to administer justice in the form of death, for not even the wisest of men can always foresee all ends of truth.
In the end, justice is not the ideal of being mutual, but finding out what is right from the wrong and upholding it wherever it may be to purify into peace. Through diversity and strength, we create peace.♞------ ☠------ ♠Excellent. Just what he wanted to hear. Well, not so much the part questioning what, or perhaps rather how, to go about this, but simply the part obliging the fight. A grin would grow across his face, and he'd reach up with his hands to release the locks holding his cloak in place. The majestic fabric cascading down to the floor revealing the man underneath the cloak. The real Enoch. His white hair growing down to his shoulders in the back, his bangs pulled to the sides, his white armor covering his form and ultimately Wyndom would watch as the man's ocean blue eyes became pure white.
Enoch, the first Einri creation. A person, or thing, made specifically for warring and out putting Einri justice to dimension after dimension. Little was he aware of the great foes whom existed in the dimension Wyndom resided from. Of course, none of this was truly a concern for him at the moment as his mind was simply on an up coming fight. A new opponent. "Best course of action? That is up to you. A true warrior finds his own path, and such with how they fight. I will remind you to be careful about all that extra weight you have gained..especially behind you. You have a whole new world to explore again - and thus brings me to my final point. Be careful not to kill yourself." He would smirk as he gently stretched some muscles - causing some light cracking sounds, which of course Wyndom would hear clear as day. The stormy surroundings would begin to get darker as the clash between the two became more likely to happen. Who would come out ontop? Would Wyndom actually manage to master his new body quickly, or would he simply fall under foot? Finally, the stormy surroundings would begin to roar with thunder - lightning striking about as a result from his showing of energy before. Of course, the lightning would not strike either of them, but the loud blasts of thunder and bright flashes could be very unnerving.
During one of the many flashes, Enoch would vanish, but if Wyndom could focus in on his senses he'd realize that Enoch hadn't truly vanished by was moving at intense speeds. His energy signature would be more apparent, his scent being more vibrant, but his sounds would be blurted out by the thunder and eyesight would not be able to follow Enoch's movements. Within the very short amount of time Enoch had enclosed the gap between them - Enoch had hopped up into the air so that he could keep most of the momentum, his right leg lunged out like a clothesline in order to take a hit at Wyndom.
His white eyes would be flaring - a white electricity jumping about his sockets as he peered at his attack. Should his attack hit, Enoch could pull off two things. But first, what was the attack going for? It would be heading straight for Wyndom's chest. Why was this? It'd allow Enoch to have the most leverage as of right now. For example, if Wyndom managed to catch the hit, Enoch would tense up his leg muscles - bending his knee - this way his leg would not over extend around Wyndom's side, and then using the continued momentum it'd cause Wyndom to most likely lose balance - but before Wyndom would come down with Enoch he'd kick his free leg directly at the back of Wyndom's skull.
The danger about this was that if Enoch put enough force into the attack it could easily severe the connection between the skull and spine - therefore killing Wyndom. Was he using that kind of force? No, but certainly enough to actually cause him to black out. What if Wyndom simply dodged? Well, in the event of this, should neither come in contact, Enoch would simply wind up sailing through the air a bit before finally having his feet touch the ground. If Wyndom attempted to trip Enoch up, the force from Enoch would still be the enough to knock him toppling over and Enoch would catch himself. Ultimately, if Wyndom didn't block Enoch's attack, his kick would hit his chest, causing him to falter back, and then Enoch would spin about with his left leg to deliver the blow in the back of the head.
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