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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:04 pm
Clarissa ran up to the pressure man, "Wait!" He stopped to listen, which must have been a surprise to hear her ask to get on his shoulders. He complied (without really saying anything). He held her feet so that she was balanced on his shoulders. Clarissa looked around to see the battlefied - she saw how the fight was turning out, and it wasn't going their way.
Clarissa took a deep breath. Then she yelled, "NIHILITES! TO WIN THIS FIGHT YOU MUST SEPARATE THE ENEMY. SPREAD THEM OUT AND THEN ATTACK!" She really hoped they listened to her. "PARTNER UP AND ATTACK ONE OF THEM AT A TIME. KEEP THEM SPREAD; THEY'RE WEAK WHEN ALONE."
She waited to see what would happen. If they followed her, great. If not, well, she'd just have to partner up with the pressure dude and do as she just suggested.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:20 pm
Schraeder blinked in behind Elizabeth and landed a kick at the backs of her knees that sent her down.
Immediately after, he was dropping an axe kick at her from above. Her defense-based abilities were hardly useful at this point.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:23 pm
Elizabeth blocked the kick with her shield and grabbed at Schraeder's leg, trying to pull him in for a strike at his head.
If he blinked out of her view, she fully intended to assume he was either above or behind her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:40 pm
Curveball: Schraeder did indeed blink, but not at all how Elizabeth expected.
She first noticed something was wrong when she felt a shiver along her spine; then, a shiver everywhere. They were outside and
- oh s**t. They were about a hundred feet up. This was bad bad bad bad bad.
Elizabeth reacted by grabbing onto Schraeder's leg tighter. As they fell, Schraeder could not disconnect in time, so he was forced to blink them both back down to the ground. Elizabeth lost her grip as they touched the ground.
Schraeder laughed and blinked away. Elizabeth was alone in the snow, with no idea which way to go. She couldn't see which direction the hangar was in.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:42 pm
Elizabeth felt - not with her senses but with her hunger - and discovered the rough direction of those delectable Host-Agents.
Wait what?
Regardless of odd thoughts, she knew she had to get back to the feast fight.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:50 pm
Clever girl.
The Hosts were getting Hungrier as the fights wore on, and they were beginning to isolate their opponents, as recommended. The Host-Agents were so...damn...yummy...
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:27 pm
Clarissa looked at the Host-Agents with a slight smirk. For some reason they looked extremely...appetizing. She jumped off the pressure guy and looked at him with a calculating look. No. Agents look better. Look better for what though? "I'm going for the Host-Agents. Follow me or no, I wish you luck."
With that she started running towards the Agents. Which ever one she got to first was the one she'd feast on. I feel so Hungry right now...
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:34 pm
Saieve wasn't feeling quite as hungry as the others, but damn, he was still hungry. And the Agents were looking pretty delectable...
He grasped Finnegan's shoulder, "Hey, now's not the time to team up." he whispered into Fin's ear, "We'll split up for now, fight our own fights and avoid each other for now."
Finnegan nodded, "Got it. I'll get what I can out of them and find a time to sneak away sometime. I'll give ye a call when I'm on me way, these Agent's'll kill ya on sight if they saw ya."
Both brothers nodded and separated from each other.
Saieve moaned, he was hungry. His eyes were caught by an Agent and an unconscious man. "You care for either of them?" Saieve asked.
"The Agent's fine, he is, but the lad's an a**." Fin told him.
Saieve nodded and made a dash for the Agent, him being the conscious (and therefore dangerous) one. Saieve's right hand was pulled back, ready to strike.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:48 pm
Agent A was dealing with the unconscious Joneleth wondering what to do. He couldn't exactly leave the man out there to die of hypothermia, but he also needed to help him allies.
However, he had to unceremoniously drop Jon in order to prevent from getting slashed by Saieve. He dodged Saieve's strike and in retaliation, he spiked his hand to deliver an uppercut to Saieve's jaw.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:00 pm
Saieve, moving with his momentum, twisted out of the way of A's uppercut and reached to grab the ascending wrist with his left hand. He was now at A's side and he twisted back towards A, sending an elbow to his head.
Whether or not the strike hit, Saieve would them twist his right arm to wrap around A's chest and sweep him off his feet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:08 pm
Agent A took the elbow to face with a grunt. However, when Saieve tried to sweep A off his feet, A forced quills out of his right arm. As A fell, he lashed out so that his spiky arm would scratch all the was down Saieve's leg.
Regardless of it working or not, it would make Saieve let go so that A could roll out of the way and get back up on his feet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:16 pm
Saieve grunted when the quills dug into his leg, but pulled away and release A before any major damage could be done. Rather than charging in again, a foolhardy move, Saieve took the brief opportunity to turn to Jon and attempt to curb stomp his head.
Saieve did not turn his back on A and kept wary of his actions so as to not succumb to a foolish mistake.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:32 pm
The stomp hit Jon, but Jon's Sigil aura prevented any cracking, contusions, or death.
Of course, turning his focus away from a Host-Agent, even for a second, proved to be a bad plan. Host-Agent A proceeded to spray a burst of spines right into Saieve's FRONTAL REGION AND NOT BACK.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:38 pm
Saieve rolled his eyes, disappointed that he didn't kill Jon. Probably a concussion, but still not death. No time to dwell, however, as Agent A retaliated. Saieve pushed off of Jon's face with his foot and dove out of the way, tucking midair to protect his vitals and rolling to his feet and running around to A's right flank.
During the dive, a few of the spikes had cut into his arms and legs.
"Flesh wounds!" he grunted as he closed the distance between he and A.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:53 pm
Jesse steadily closed the gap between he and Agent M. The hunger was starting to take over, and drive him to do things that he didn't think were possible.
Without thought, Jesse had moved in such a way, that he was now charging towards M, tightening up his upper body with the intent to ram him head on. Whether or not this attack hit, he had other plans in store for whatever it was that M was about to do. It was feeding time, and that's the only thing that seemed to matter at all right now.
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