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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 11:31 am
"Karate girl, you're pissing me off."
Garet used a charge, having been in a 'yellow' mode before doing that crater jump. But here he was, his efficiency guage rising ever so slowly. So, with whatever mystic wall this girl used to polevault to/off of, Garet would exploint it in an attempt to destroy her.
Placing her at some 35 to 37 degrees above him, he raised his left fist in her direction, waiting. The timing was interesting. The skincell closest to Garet was 28.32 inches from Garet's fist when he burst up and forward, his fist sliding right passed the woman. Their eyes freeze for a second or two, and it was obvious to her that Garet was not human. Assuming she looked. If not, then whatever. Scratch the drama.
So right, above her now, Garet will redirection his body so that his chest is facting the same angle Makoto had been before falling back to his feet several feet behind the girl. Yep. A feint. A feint that gave Garet time to make his eyes flash.
!ENTERING COMBAT MODE, 100% EFFICIENT!
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 1:08 pm
(( I have no idea what just happened. ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 2:06 pm
((Essentially, he dodged you by an inch or two by jumping at you with an apparent attack that was simply a fakeout. And then his eyes flashed. And he's all wigged out and s**t.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:32 am
A field. Perfect white petals in all directions. Surrounded by the cherry blossom trees, the ground flooded with lillies. The field seemed endless, but it was actually some 300 feet in any direction from the center. There were a few trees here and there, lined with the cherry blossoms. Additionally, there appear to be three or four downed logs, also cherry blossoms.
"...Gruru...?"
Prou wandered about quietly, finding himself in the center of this gigantic field. He'd recently slipped away from Grou and decided to stay as well hidden as he possibly could. The hulking creature, dragonlike in nature, was cloaked in a purple and blue robe, "Gruu..."
((I own this place...))
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:50 am
From out of the forrest there arose such a clatter, the beast might just look to see what was the matter. The sound of a roaring engine would call attention to the motorcycle and its rider, and on the rider's back, a large sword of sorts. After a jump over one of the fallen logs, the bike skidded sideways to a halt and the young man dismounted his ride and leaned on the seat.
He had spiky blonde hair and strange bright blueish green eyes, yet these were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his right arm free of the draping sleeve that hung about the man's left arm. His left shoulder was covered by a shoulderpad, quite possibly armored. His pants were tucked into his thick boots and his left leg was covered by a strange black half-chap of sorts. His sword was shiethed on his back as he looked up and spoke.
Excuse me, but you're in the way of me making my delivery...
Oddly enough, there was a dirt road that ran across the field, and the dragonlike being was standing in the middle of it, blocking the man's path.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:01 am
"Gruu~?" The dragonoid looked down at the dirt path. It ruined the scenery, and made the whole place much less attractive. "...Guurugh..." He seemed to not like this concept, being told to move. Offering something of a growl, the critterlike guy skulks off a few feet.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:11 am
Cloud shrugged and hopped back on his motorcycle, running a hand through his spiked hair. The creature hadn't moved a massive ammount, but it was enough to let him get past. Besides, he had an urgent delivery to make here and didn't have time to waste talking to strange beings who grunted. He started his bike and the engine purred as he made ready to leave.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 12:39 pm
Prou grumbled for a moment as Cloud starts to ride off. Unfortunately, there was a problem no one thought of. That being that Prou had a tail.
VROOM!
EIYP!
ROAR!
Prou whipped about, pulling a very large club from apparently no where. Now, mind you, he is some nine feet or so tall, and that club is about six. With another agrivated roar, he raised the club from his right hand, swinging across his form to whallop cloud on the back.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 12:50 pm
First, the thump of Cloud's bike rolling over something caught his attention. Wondering what the hell he'd run over he looked to see the creature pull back its tail, and roar. This wasn't good. Then, the large creature pulled out a large club and swung it towards Cloud's back. Since Cloud had already looked back to verify what the hell he'd rolled over, the swing was clearly seen.
Cloud jumped into action, launching himself into the air and off of the bike as the large weapon came by, missing him by mere inches. The bike, then careened along down it's path and stopped, flopping over against a tree. Cloud, in the meantime had flipped into the air and landed gracefully on the ground, Buster Sword v2 at his side, looking directly towards the dragonlike creature.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 3:16 pm
Another roar. Apparently Prou was a very sensitive individual, having been extreamly upset by the squarshing of his tail. Now that Cloud was looking at Prou, he would see the end of the tail flopping about and wriggling, detatched. "GRAUGH!"
Prou rushes forward, thrashing along, his club flailing and slashign and smashing, ramming into one of the few trunks laying out on the ground, causing it to shatter into a million trillion pieces. No. Not really. Just in two with a bunch of splinters.
A very good ways away, another being of similar makeup stood, watching, his back clad with an extreamly long blade. "Yes, Prou..." Said the gruff sounding dragonoid, "...grant him his death so that I may escape this plane..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 11:52 am
Without a second thought, Cloud dashed straight towards the beast as it made it's goal clear. Apparently this creature wasn't satisfied with merely roaring anymore, it was out for his blood. Now, ordinarily he would get moving along with his delivery, but this thing could prove to be a problem if it decided to follow him, so, he decided he'd need to dispatch it.
The splinters really did little to Cloud as he dashed through them, his sunglasses protecting him from any that might hurt his eyes. Any other little scrapes caused by them would be minimal. As he began to reach the creature, he flung himself to the side of the rampaging beast's club, and brought the Buster Sword v2 up and under the beast's arms, aiming to make a powerful cut into his torso, possibly cutting him in half or at least amputating Prou's right arm at the bicep...
((Just so you know, from what I understand of Cloud fighting monsters, he goes for killing blows or other dangerous wounds. Also, given what I saw in Advent Children, the Buster Sword v2 can cut through a motorcycle when Cloud swings it, as well as chunks of rock. This is possibly due to his strength, the sword's sharpness, or both. I felt I should post this since I'm going by the physics of how Cloud would fight, as well as the physics of his sword. If you have a problem, please let me know so I can try to adjust. I'm not used to fighting like this. And you DID say you wanted to fight a Buster Sword the way Cloud'd use it.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 7:30 am
Even enraged, Prou was well trained. When Cloud swung his sword upward, Prou jumps into the air, deploying his wings. Upon his fall back to the earth, he lands on the blade of the sword. His tough, leathery feet land with little more than a papercut in his sole. Not even felt. Now, assuming Cloud is strong enough to hold the various swords he does through his lift, then it is probable that at some point in his life that he carried a couple at once. That was effectively what he was doing at that time. Looking down at the merc with his purple eyes, Prou extended his leg to kick upwards, aiming for Cloud's jaw line.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:19 pm
[ Just Another Face ] Even enraged, Prou was well trained. When Cloud swung his sword upward, Prou jumps into the air, deploying his wings. Upon his fall back to the earth, he lands on the blade of the sword... Or so he thought. As Prou jumped, Could jumped back and away from the massive beast with a graceful flip. He then dashed foreward, jumping up to meet him with a mighty overhead slash, meant to cleave the creature in half! Kuurya!!
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 3:53 pm
Tenma Keigou Nothing much happened here. Saiko turned his head slowly, his deep clear blue eyes gazing coldly at the man. His head turned and his neck creaked, the bones rubbing against eachother with the slightly decayed cartilage between them wearing away for now.
Grinning with his jaggedly sharp teeth he waited, not making a move, waiting for one.
"Want a fight child?"
His voice was odd, imagine the most sickeningly sweet voice in the world, his voice sounded almost seductively smooth, but one look at that face made that voice more out of place than it would have been anywhere else.
Of course this man was out of place, just being who he was and looking as he did. ((Well this LOONNGG overdue. My apologies. Here we go.)) Hearing the voice, the human looked to the oddly shaped man. Placing his hands on his hips, he spoke in probably the fakest cowgirl voice ever done. "Now why would you fight little ol' me, suga'?" He asked, then immediately snapped his right foot towards the oddly shaped man. This was despite his obviously being way outta kick attack range. Normally, the high heel (or probably most any shoe) the fling would send the 'shoe' towards the direction in question, with the object moving circly. However, this flinging was specificly aimed so that the man's left eye, no circular motion. Just the shoe 'pointing' in one direction. The idea was to have the long rectangular-bottom portion of the high heel peirce his eye and reach into it as far as possible so possibly cause internal damage as well.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:02 pm
His first movement would show he wasn't human in the sense most people aquired tastes for.
Quick and short movement he turned his head to the right and sidestepped slightly shifting his weight slightly. If the man had good perception he would notice that Saiko was now one the balls of his feet. Quit simply, a predator ready to pounce. But he remained still, muscles tense and ready to move as he held his blade point close to the ground.
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