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 Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:27 am
(I know, I jump off the top of the tree with his Lycan like legs so he could get the extra hight to hit the dragon. But I'll edit it if you still want me too.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 2:49 pm
 When the werewolf jumped into the air, he was putting himself at the bone dragon's mercy. The monstrous beast pumped its wings, sending a gale force gust of wind towards the vulnerable boy. In the middle of that gale was a thin stream of black fire that was aimed directly at him. ((Just know that I was already watching you so you aren't getting a surprise. Really, you should run and get someone to help you with this fight. You have no real ranged attacks and that's hurting you.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:10 pm
 Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Novice-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro smirked as another slab of rock built from the ground as it quickly got in front of Katsuro, the gale did stopped his decent into the air, but the flame would be blocked by the rock. He quickly punched the huge slab of rock, a chucked punched out that flew right at the beast, which was targeted to the mouth, Katsuro falling back down to another tip of a tree. The slab of rock was still in mid air as it blocked the wind and fire. Katsuro may need to think of another plan to attack this creature. With minimal attacks, most of them were for close range sword fighting. He quickly ventured back to the ground, his side burning up to him. His lycan arm and legs return back to there human size as he felt a little bit tired of this fight. This dragon was smart, even if it's already dead. It will never be able to go back the way it was before (I think you're kind of overdoing it with the dragon since it is just a B rank monster. But I don't even think I could run even if I try since the beast would just hunt me down. sweatdrop )
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:16 pm
((This is me with a B-ranked monster. Imagine if I had an A or S ranked. And you can run, the only reason it's attacking you is that you entered its territory.))
The fire from the undead monster made the slab of earth fall apart into dust as the moisture was torn from it. The beast shook its head rapidly - some of the dirt had become lodged in its eyes, blocking its sight greatly. The beast roared, sending a bolt of terror down the spine of anyone who could hear it. The beast landed heavily on the ground and began whipping its tail back and forth rapidly around it - if the lycan came to close, the enormous tail would crash into him and send him flying again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:19 pm
{ You shouldn't complain about him overdoing it. If it was me, you'd be dead by now. }
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:40 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Novice-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro found his chance to attack, but the tail was a problem. He might as well use this chance to hit hard, summoning another chunk of rock from the ground. The rock was about the size of a car, heavy enough that the dragon may have a hard time moving. The huge chunk of rock and earth hovered over the blinded dragon, about a good 30 feet, attempting to slam the car-sized rock onto the where the rib cage was located. Katsuro felt was running out of energy, if this doesn't work, he would run back tot he city for backup. It will never be able to go back the way it was before (Total energy- 295 Earth & Stone Levitation, B rank skill.) (Hinote, I'm just going to ignore you since you have no part in this but I somewhat see your point, and I see Ronnel. I kind of forgot how good you really are when in RP fighting, which is why I respect you so much. XD)
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:46 pm
The beast felt part of the ground rip up which sent a minor quake through the soil. As soon as that happened, the beast shot forward by a full length of it's body. When the stone fell back down, it only landed on the last few feet of the tail.
That enraged the beast. Its eyes burned a brighter green as the dirt was forcibly ejected from the sockets. The undead monstrosity's soulless gaze locked on the drained warrior as it began inhaling. The black fire began pooling in its ribcage, blackness filling every inch of the empty bones. This was its most powerful attack - it would literally coat the entire area in its dry fire. It would be tired after the attack, but there was no way anything would survive if it was close by. And even tired, it would be able to fly and fight, just not use the dry fire for a time.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:17 pm
(...I hate skeleton dragons now...)
Katsuro had no choice as his legs transformed into his lycan like form to ran from the intense black flame. He got to a good distance away as he stop to take a breather, the woods in front of him was set ablaze, black flames rise from the top as he took a great look, almost at the exit of this hellish place. "God, I need some help to take this beast down. I can't face him by myself." He told himself. His lycan like legs gave him a good extra length in his hight.
(Total energy- 245, skill used, Partial Transformation)
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:23 pm
The monstrous beast waited for the fire to clear away and looked around. There was no sign of the body of the lycanthrope, nor sign of he himself. The nightmare took in the scent of the area and snorted - the intruder had left. It flew back to its cave and curled around its small pile of captured loot and snorted again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:27 pm
Katsuro look back once more before leaving as he sighed, disappointed of himself that he could only barely damage the undead dragon. He lower his head for a good minuet as he walked back to the city for backup and probably a good rest, his side still burning from that fall.
(Exit, *Sigh*)
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:29 pm
Cain the Blade Cain the Longshot BANG!... 
The cold, icy air blew across the wastes as Cain lay on the edge of a hill, his sniper rifle aimed at the horizon. Wearing a white coat to camoflauge himself with the snow and ice surroundings, he waited for his targets to move into the range of his rifle. Peering through his binoculars, he finds his objective. A small band of ork warriors traveling across the wastes and towards a settlement a few miles away. His mission was to take out each before they had a chance to take out the village and then move closer to Pronta. Looking down his scope, he aims at one of the orcs. He pulls the trigger and fires a .50-caliber round at the orc. The bullet nearly rips the arm off one of the warriors. They scream in bloodlust and rage as they ready their crudely made machine pistols. They fire in random directions as Cain readies another shot.
....Your dead. (( Continuing...)) Cain the Longshot BANG!...
Cain readied his gun again as bolter fire wizzes past his head. He peered down his scope and pulled the trigger. Another armor piercing bullet speeds through the air and into the head of another ork. He ducks back down behind the rocks, but not before a bolter bullet grazes his cheek, adding another scar to his already battle-worn body. He loads another bullet and wipes off the blood.
"Just a few more..."
....Your dead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:55 pm
Cain the Longshot BANG!...
Waiting for the bullets to pass by, Cain takes a his knife and holds it out. He just barely sees in the blurry reflection that the orks were reloading. Only two left. He cocks back his rifle's hammer as he rolls out and fires another shot, hitting one of the ork's in the head. The one in the middle, wearing ornate ornaments, seemed to be the warchief. He throws down his gun and draws two axes. He rushes at Cain in a bloody rage.
....Your dead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:08 pm
Cain the Longshot BANG!...
Climbing up onto the rock, Cain draws his .357 revolver and looks at the charging ork warchief. He slowly raises it and aims it. Like a motionless stone, he pulls the trigger and fires a round as it flews into the Ork's head, creating a hole large enough to put two fingers into. Lowering his pistol, he falls back onto the dirt. He was already exhausted from the travel and the constant concentration. He decided a good break was well deserved.
....Your dead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:17 pm
Deeper in the Wastes, a skeletal skull twitched as the sound of gunshots reached it. A low rumble could be heard as the gunfire repeated several times, the growl increasing in volume with each shot. When the last rifle shot was heard, but before the pistol shot came, the head lifted from the dirt that it had been resting on and swung around, orienting on the direction that the sound had come from. The monstrous beast rose to its skeletal paws and shook the dirt that had collected on it free, then threw itself up into the air.
It came on impossible wings. There was no skin, no flesh there, and yet the beast flew as if it was a living creature. The sound of flapping could be heard at first, but when it saw the little mortal that was holding the gun, laying on the ground, it inhaled slowly. Then it roared, a terrifying sound that hearkened back to the days when man huddled in caves, fearing the things that came in the night. Baleful green eyes locked onto the man laying on the ground as it beat its wings in the air, approaching the fool who dared trespass in its territory.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:20 pm
Cain the Longshot BANG!...
Cain blinked as he looked at the dragon. Rolling over, he rolls down the dirt hill. His jacket dirtied and mud all over his face. He recovers from the roll and gets onto his feet. Holstering his pistol, he walks back slowly, moving to a fast walk, and then turning around into a full sprint.
....Your dead.
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