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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 5:16 am
Aonice_Mitsoku Naito ((Hmm that was supposed to be a belly to belly overhead suplex? Pretty sure that can't be executed from back to back...)) (( What's a Suplex? O.o; )) ((A wrestling move. It has a number of variations, several of which can be done with your arms around someone's waist.)) ((This might help SUPLEX Definition - DO))((*Edits the mod's edit to fix the typo*))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 7:04 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:26 am
Loki-sama2k3 The impressive voltage of the attack did very little to his body, and since he was wearing armor as opposed to clothing he wasn't left nude as what happened in an instance in the past.
Her positioning herself at his back against a swordfighter does leave them with very few options provided they're able to keep at their back. However the position against him didn't paralyze his capabilities. He smirked, the shadows around him rustling like leaves disturbed by a wind as he turned his sword away from his body, point facing his stomach, hand palming the pommel.
((Edited: Due to problems likely resulting from too much turkey on the weekend and maybe egg nog.)) (( I wan't egg nog... sweatdrop )) Aonice closed her eyes, waiting the for sound of the winds that hinted of the twitch of shadows.. She sighed, her oppenant not taking the bait as she'd hope, instead he'd probably gone off making another copy of himself. She heard the slightly rattle of him regripping his sword, unable to see just what he was doing, and standing atop of his shadow only helped blur it. Aonice began getting a rather blurred idea of what was going on, and she'd have to time her attack just right or it'd be at a loss..
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:52 am
Another droplet of blood fell from the handle of Night's Flower and landed in his shadow, which considering her close positioning was also merged with hers. The drop of blood as opposed to hitting with a small spatter, it caused a ripple in the darkness as if it struck the surface of a pond.
Suddenly Loki stabbed the sword into the ground in front of him, the darkness under his feet began to ripple as he quickly sunk into his shadow as if he were standing in a sinkhole, disappearing from her back, a deep masculine chuckle could be heard from it's depths.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 10:01 am
Aonice raised her eyebrows, her plan worked well, just.. in a different way. As soon as she felt his body loose grip of hers and begin to mush into the shadow, she immediatly fell to her knees while turning around. She clapped her hands together, and began to form a ball of chakra. She then began to growl, which turned into yells as the electricity that had attacked her burst from the jewel in her chest, ripping apart the local area of her top and surging down her arms, into the ball, before vibrating and moveing so quickly in her hands in literally turned into a massive powerfull light, almost like a like bulb. She sunk the light into his raw shadow form, attempting to atleast stun him. "Shadow cannot Overtake Light!" She yelled as she pressed the basketball sized ball of illumination into him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 10:19 am
Her earlier assumption that he had made a simulacrum was correct. The shadow burned furiously around where she pressed the ball into it. The simulacrum then shattered apart and Night's Shadow shot from where it was lodged into the shadow as if fired from a gun.
The blade flew handle-first and was caught as Loki emerged from the shadows in the nearby foliage. His almond-shaped crimson hues betrayed a hint of melted silver to them that was piercing and malicious before he blinked a couple times and it was gone.
"Very good."
One could first notice that the skeletal shoulder pieces were absent, likely sacrificed by the raw shadow form's defense. The only part of the darksteel armor that remained were the gauntlets now. Steam rose from his chest and rivulets of sweat fell down the ripples of his chest and stomach.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 11:33 am
Aonice smirked as she heard him form behind her, her eyes stared over her sholdier, and quickly, perfoming another sign with her hands, poofs of smoke apepared beside her, revealing another 2 Aonices. The original and one other quickly made for the forest, dissapearing in the thick foliage. The remaning copy dashed for him, picking up the staff on it's way and seperating it in two, allowing the long steel blades to jut out. She swung at him in an X like fashion, rattles in the trees were heard to his sides..
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 12:01 pm
He'd been attacked like this before. It was unwise for him to attack in the direction of either of the incarnations. Sure it was a 1 in 3 chance, but why do that when you know far simpler methods of discerning the true one?
He blinked once again, his eyes changing to a piercing silver once again as he flashed a smirk of glistening pointed canines. The adrenaline from narrowly avoiding the previous attack as well as the energy gathered into his body. He threw his head back and his arms outward as his aura erupts into into a whirling, howling wind of destruction. Malice and hatred mixed with the darkness of the shadows to form into little blades that slice around the wind, not likely causing that much damage to her should she move into the vicinity, more or less feeling like small pieces of glass spinning around her, doing more damage to her clothing than her.
As for the surrounding area, it was not spared the mlaice of the near miss. Some of the neighboring foliage made career changes to toothpicks.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 12:09 pm
*Naito eventually returned to the tree he calls home & with his a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos in his hand, he sprang skyward & lept from branch to branch until he reached one of the higher branches, resting on it. He opened the bag of Cheetos & began eating* Hmm...*shoves a handful of Cheetos into his mouth*
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 12:37 pm
The Aonice running at him managed to ingore the splitting winds, earning gashes into her arms and legs, as well as her torsoe, a couple at her cheeks. the Two blades managed to clang against his armor heavily, assuring him that copy or not this was deadly enough. Finally, after the winds managed it's way with her, she dissapeared into a cloud of dust, filling his face, nostrills, eyes before his winds managed to carry it off. But in that short time the two Aonice's left were falling from the sky, the winds not able to catch them for they were directly above his head, supposedly in the eye. There hands where together, creating the same basketball of light. They fell heavily, missing the back of his head by inches in attempts to surround his wings in the energy.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 12:51 pm
His gaze narrowed, almost to crimson slits as he felt the blades against him, he wasn't wearing any armor, and the blades through her speed managed to cut into him shallowly making cuts across his skin.
His back arched and he let out a loud growl as the orbs of light burned into the shadow-created wings. He closed one of his hands in a tight fist, nails cutting into skin as the shadows near him began to bubble and hiss. His hand holding the sword drew his blade in front of him, blade facing away from him. Wisps of black smoke began to rise off the blade and the markings on his body began to dance across his skin. Something was going wrong...
((Note: Loki has something of a problem fighting, or rather sparring considering a great deal of the spells and such he knows are fatalistic, he's had a problem toning things down for battles that aren't to the death.
Well, time for me to run. Later.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 4:45 pm
(( Can you uhm, re articulate that post? sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 8:51 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 12:01 pm
(( Those coco's on your head are gettin' it oooon >.> ))
One of the Aonice's dissapeared, the other fell onto the ground behind him, the orb of light dissapated from her hands. her eyebrows trembled as she saw all his markings dance and hiss about him.. "Uhm.. Loki? " She asked with a blush.. "If i wen't to far you just gotta say so" She began to scratch her cheek with her index finger as she stepped back once..
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 12:23 pm
He took a few steps forward and dropped the blade to the ground. It continued to hiss with the black smoke, the smell of burning flesh in the air as the almost acidic mana burned through the darksteel.
He'd been finding that harnessing mana in battle was difficult at times and had hoped that Night's Flower would help with it, but he'd found in intense battle the source was unreliable. The resulting 'mana burn' which occured was the result.
"Sorry, I think I'm the one who went a little far,"
He said shaking his hand, which was smoking somewhat. He canceled what was left of the gauntlet and winced a little at the still stinging burn.
"I've been trying to experiment with an alternate source for my magics should I run into a situation where I need to use magic and can't rely on my ethereal abilities. I'm finding such sources are unstable when I use them. It's likely my demonic nature that draws too much of it."
He leaned against a nearby tree and continued to shake the wrist, his energies were fighting off the mana burn and healing the damage from it. He was used to pain, but this stung like a b***h.
"I didn't mean to get fatal."
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