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 Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 11:21 am
Graff was indeed clever, but out of reaction, Roy would jump away from Graff as he raised out of the ground. Graff won't be able to touch Roy. Graff however was right, the tough skin was meant for protection since Roy's inner parts were sensitive .Roy slide to a stop putting the puzzle together. He couldn't figure it out either what was allowing Graff to pull of such techniques.
And without magic? Roy glared and snarled back at Graff, for it seemed he had the upper hand. Roy's tail slammed on the ground next to him out of frustration. But then he got a brilliant idea. Roy would stomp towards Graff with a nasty looking grin on is face. What did Roy have up his sleeve?
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 12:44 pm
((Dang, sorry to hear about that virus attack on your computer Presea. I've been dealing with writer's block a lot lately! Wish it would go away! ;_; ))
Isaac felt Shin-lu's rapier embed itself into his leg. He winced a bit, thrusting his shield out at her in attempt to guard break. He then swung his sword in a horizontal arc at her other hand that held her second rapier. Kayla saw her father get hit by Shin-lu's sword. 'Come on, don't give up!' she thought, keeping her gaze on the fight.
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Princess Zelda21 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 2:31 pm
Graff fail his attack, Roy was faster than what he expected "... damn lizard... full of tricks... but I like that... but need to hurry up... the stress is getting worse... need to finish him... and fast..." Graff was sweating and due the dirt that covered his body, his skin looked like he was black, "come on big guy.. its your turn again... let me see what you got in your sleeve..."
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 5:06 pm
Roy would begin to crack his neck and then stretch his arm out, the arm that was holding tightly on to his hammer mace. An evil grin was on Roy's face as he began to swing his arm with the mace. Roy would take his other hand and use one finger to plug one of his nostrils. Roy would blow fire out of the other nostril in the direction of his swinging mace, as his mace easily caught on fire.
There was now a spinning flame going around like a wheel on Roy's side, as his arm kept making circle motions. Roy would then go into a charge, suddenly just before he would reach Graff, the flames roared alive, into a amazing show of blaze and embers. Roy's tail had taken hold of the mace as his hand left the mace go for his tail to catch. Roy would flew his arms and go into an 'X' formation, covering his weak spots, as all of his spikes were pointed outwards and he was now spinning on the ball of his heel. Within mere seconds, there was a grand fire twister now heading towards Graff.
The twister was created with Roy spinning rapidly on that heel and his tail controlling the burning weapon. To make physical contact with Roy now would be very dangerous as the only thing that could be seen now was the malice in Roy's eyes which was barely visible through the flames. How would Graff be able to deal with Roy's perfect offense/defense technique?
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 2:31 pm
Graff looks at Roy fearsome display of power "... as I said... that guy is full of surprises... and I need to hurry up... I feel like my head is splitting and my body is on fire..." Graff walks back a few steps without losing sight of the flame twister "I bet that he feels very sure that he got the upper hand..." Graff crouches and sink his hands on the ground "... but Im not ready to give up... not yet... HUNTING SPIDER!!!" Graff begin to sink under the ground until he is out of sight.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 8:23 pm
Roy's flaming twister was one of his most powerful techniques. It was his trump card. In a grand display, everything seemed to go in slow motion as Graff was going into the ground. Roy's twister burst into an roaring flame that would arch towards Graff's location as the twister exploded outwards, sending waves of fire in all directions revealing Roy in the air yet again holding the burning Hammer Mace!
In one motion, Roy would slam his burning hammer mace into the ground where Graff was attempting to sink in. A blinding flash followed by a thunderous boom could be heard from just about anywhere. The amount of power put into this technique was tremendous! The was an explosion and when the dust and smoke cleared, Roy would be standing there leaning forward breathing heavily with his arm stretched out gripping the mace that was now in crater with steam rolling off the edges.
Graff had survived two of Roy's finishers, would he be able to survive this?
((Roy's finishers
1- Slam his fist into opponent's chest and lift them into the air and slam them on the ground before stomping them on the chest.
2- Atomic Fireball
3-Flame Twister
These are Roy's most powerful attacks. You survive this, then I got nothing else to use. lol))
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 12:05 am
((thain89, you still there buddy?))
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 3:28 pm
((Great Idea Hate, writing the fighters signature or finishing moves!!))
The ground beyond Roy explosion begin to crumble, Graff come out like he were some kind of plant, but his breathing is very erratic, he finally fall to his knees "... that... that took a lot of me... mother earth protected me... because she dont like what you are doing... shattering his skin, blowing and flaming things around... thats why she protected me of your rage... but my body and spirit isnt ready for this kind of stress... OK big guy... last round... I wish to test your muscles... no more tricks, drop your mace... its muscle against muscle, what do you say, want to see who is stronger...?"
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 4:02 am
Roy was breathing heavily, he had put alot into that flame twister. Roy's arms were sore and pulsing a bit, he was also getting exhausted. As he stood there, it was apparent, that the lizard was recovering from his own attack. Roy didn't even have the strength to pick up his own weapon, as he was still gripping it's handle. Roy would let his weapon go, and step aside as a sharp pain zapped up his shoulder. His right eye would close due to this and open after the short pain passed.
He was amazing at how Graff manage to survive such a powerful technique, had Graff finally become stronger than Roy in physical strength too?
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 1:59 pm
You'll never expect what you can't see...
(Catch up from last post)_________________________________________________
Par'il stared, confused, as a mound rose from the ground near Roy. The creature dodge as a soil-coated Graff stood in his place, shouting something.
Dark watched with a grin under his mask, 'That could be an effective technique...'
Siom cheered on after Isaac was pierced in the leg by the rapier, "Don't look now, Shin-lu!! It'll take more than a scratch to defeat 'The Sword!'" This he was quite confident of.
As Roy started spinning in flames, Par'il saw now even he was too close to the intense heat. Whips and waves of dancing flames and fluttering embers whisked by him. He jumped and quickly patted out his shoulder as one of those red beads of destruction landed on his sleeve. Immediately, he chanted, "Sira en' alu - alu en' coia - Alu Tinechor." Moisture from the air quickly gathered around Par'il, protecting him. The downside is now his vision was blurred. He had no idea what was going on beyond the barrier. Graff...'Dark had been watching, still unmoving, as Roy burst into a vortex of fire. Only when he realized it was coming closer to him, did he fall back behind his tree. The intense heat could be felt even where he was. There was a crack as Roy crashed into the ground. After a short pause of things seeming calm, Dark cautiously looked out again, placing his hand on the side of the tree. The un-gloved tips of his fingers burned. The tree had been caught in the fire! He quickly pulled his hand back, trying not to make a noise. Roy was actually close! Dark worried he had given his secret away. However, the dragonborn seemed preoccupied with the strange growth coming up from the ground (Graff).
(Current)_________________________________________________
Par'il lowered his 'shield,' seeing Graff seeming to now be himself again, even if worn out. The first thing Par'il noticed was that, except for where his barrier stood, the ground had been scorched, bad. "Mother Earth protected me..." Par'il's eyes widened. 'This is... magic of Gaia!? We elves are closest to Mother Gaia. It is from her we are granted a majority of our graces. Yet, I have never seen this ability. How can he access her limitless prowess without even asking through incantation? What sort of Dark Art is this?'
Par'il didn't say a word. He was left shocked and horrified.
Dark watched as the two exhausted men redefined their terms of combat. Roy dropped his mace. Now was his chance!
Par'il turned his head due to movement from the side. A chain lashed out from beyond a charred tree, headed towards a weakened Roy.
Dark rushed out from his hiding spot, strangely, still holding onto the other end of the chain. As the released end, approached Roy, it was obvious it wasn't going to hit him, it missed with decent room. However, with the opposite end still in hand, Dark ran to the other side of Roy. Latching on to the loose end, Dark rushed and slid under Roy. Bold? Maybe. But the chain, now caught in the spikes of Roy's tail, pulled hard, pinning his tail to his back. The assassin would jump over Roy, doing a half twist to make sure Roy's tail was securely in place, before attempting to wrap his arms. If successful thus far, Dark would use his dagger to lock the chain in place. An underhanded way to stop the fight, but an effective one if successful.
Either way, now exposed to the others, it would be obvious Dark had still been bleeding from the initial wound Roy gave him. His shirt was saturated red on his stomach. Still, he acted as if not to notice a thing. However the exhausted Roy would end up, Dark would place his hand over his katana at his side, ready for anything.
((Translation: "Flow of water - mists of life - Water Shield."
Definition: Grace: the free and unmerited favour of god; the divine assistance and power given to 'man;' an unmerited gift, favour, etc., granted by god))
...then, one day, it'll bite ya
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 1:56 am
Roy's eyes widen again as he was yet again taken by surprise by none other than Dark as his chain whooshed by him. Roy was much too exhausted for good reaction time and was sluggish in movement, not only due to how heavily armored he was but he was tired, worn out and his muscles were pulsing with a bit of pain, becoming sore. Dark's waiting had paid off, and he took advantage over the dragonborn. Roy's eyes tried to follow what Dark was attempting to do, but by the time they caught up it was already over.
Roy realized his tail couldn't be used, and soon even his arms. After a bit of a struggle, the lizard's eyes would roll up before his eye lids closed. Roy would throw his head back as his body would fall forward on his knees. Afterwards, the big guy hit the ground with a thud and no other moment. As the small dust cloud cleared, it would appear that the dragonborn was out like a light. No tricks this time, after a few minutes, both Graff and Dark would be able to hear Roy actually snore, with an air bubble coming out of his nose. The battle on Roy's side was over, and Roy was out for the count. Would the two remaining fighters decide to continue?
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 3:53 pm
You'll never expect what you can't see...
Par'il watched the lizard wobble for a moment, then fall. After everything had happened, it's hard to believe it is over, especially like this.
'Roy fell... I was actually expecting more.' Dark watched for a moment, having witnessed Roy's previous 'possum maneuver.' He waited, ready, until a low grumbling noise could be heard. The warrior was actually asleep. Dark stood erect once more. "It's no fun when you're predictable." He looked over his shoulder to Graff. A strange, piercing stare was seen from the corner of his eye. Uncertain as to what emotion the assassin was trying to give off, the stare wasn't intimidating. It was calm and angry, steady and energetic, just seeing if Graff truly wished to continue. If nothing more, it was obvious Dark didn't want to fight more, but was ready.
...then, one day, it'll bite ya
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:22 am
Graff stands watching how Roy fall to the ground "... hee. hehehhe... I... think... we... are... going... to... need... a... a.. rematch... hehehe..." then points his finger toward Dark "and... you... you... and I... are going to have... a little... chat..." Graff fall on his back, his dirt stained body begin to realease small clouds of steam, his breathing becomes irregular "... Par`il...?, hey, Im... Im gonna need to rest... Im going into a state called -sleeping phoenix- my body is very damaged..." Graff then close his eyes, his breathing seems to stop and his body begin to lose color becoming almost gray.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:16 pm
Shin-lu put her arm up to absorb the push of the shield as she was then pushed back, her embedded rapier coming loose and following. She quickly shifted her free hand to the tip of her rapier and held it against Issac's sword to block it.
Ilyana then saw a good chance. She dropped Shin-lu's second rapier and then took out her spell book again and ripped another page out that then disintegrated into a fireball and flew at Issac.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:01 am
((apparently both Roy and Graff are down....what now?))
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