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 Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 7:11 pm
Zippeite's boots hit the ground and his gloved hands tightened on his weighted staff. He exhaled with a rough grunt through his nose, which actually was not an attempt to look tough.
IT was a newly acquired tic when things got physically rough and he had a moment to process. Getting that civilian's arterial spray in his nose may have traumatized him for life and he was going to have this nervous tic for eternity, okay. Or at least the next week or so. Either way, this went gloriously according to plan and he pulled his target's starseed without too much effort and gave the limp body at his feet a good kick for measure as he tossed the fragile seed up in the air and caught it with a smug grin.
It had been a while since he'd had a patrol go smoothly for once.
And this was going just swell.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:51 am
The new Squire of Pluto was ready for a real fight. He was out on the hunt tonight, not worried about anything but his duty. Without anyone with him to protect, he didn't need to split his attention, and would not be distracted by anything if he did manage to find something worth fighting. Something he could wipe off the face of the Earth, and get one small step closer to his personal goals.
He paused when he felt an aura nearby and he might have grinned, if his facial muscles were capable of such things. Instead, he looked stoicly in the direction of the aura before he moved toward it, feeling the Chaos in it and knowing it was something he did not have to talk to or learn about.
All he had to do was attack it, beat it to a pulp, and let it die.
He saw the starseed in the air and growled, not bothering with an introduction like so many others liked to do. Give them a little warning, or try to talk them out of their evil ways. The Negaverse did not deserve such graces. His aura was warning enough, and he took a running tackle at Zippeite from behind, shoulder down and squared, braced for impact.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 4:57 pm
He hadn't had too much experience with knights, but he had a feeling he didn't like them very much. Just a hunch.
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 11:34 am
Luxor skidded to a stop, looking down at the fallen Negaverse soldier and scowled darkly. It was one of two expressions he could easily and readily make: angry scowl and emotionless straight line. Anything else was a bit more foreign and difficult, so he was glad that fighting the Negaverse usually did not push him in that way.
There was never a reason to smile with them. He did not delight in what he was doing, and he took no fake joy in seeing them crushed. He just knew his purpose, and he did what he needed to. What he felt he was awakened to do.
Luxor stared at him in a way that distinctly said he was not really there to talk.
He did not feel like sharing. His intentions seemed evident enough.
The Squire glared, then charged again, not feeling like waiting for the other toe get his bearings or pick up his weapon. He was not there to fight fair. He charged and pulled his fist back, this time taking a heavy swing at him instead of tackling him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 7:48 pm
Zippeite was honestly expecting talk. Everyone always wanted to talk and left him openings and when Luxor didn't provide this opportunity, he realized he had become obscenely spoiled about this.
There was no preaching or attempts to make him see the light, just a fist rocketing towards him when he looked up.
The high schooler let out a yell that sounded almost like a cry of shock as he summoned his weapon to his hands and held the heavy staff out in front of him, hoping to block the mass coming at him, though the punch still made contact.
He at least prevented a lot of follow through and scrambled in an attempt to get up.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 12:22 am
Luxor was bad at talk. Anyone that knew him could explain that much, and those that did not know him but met him were absolutely sure of it. Most of his interactions with others, in fact, were silent and uncomfortable, and ended with them thinking he hated them despite the fact that he had no feelings toward them one way or the other.
With the Negaverse, though, he liked to make things a bit more clear, and he liked to be direct about it.
Distracted by the weapon that suddenly appeared between them, Luxor defensively leaped back to gather himself and reassess his opponent. So far, he had been able to attack and land a few hits without the Nega getting much done in his own defense, which was good, but he was not so sure about this weapon now. It looked large and heavy enough to do some damage. Staffs were deceptive, as most would be quick to underestimate them. Luxor, however, was familiar with their uses, and knew the range and balance they could give.
He growled.
"Fight me," he ordered, wanting the other to launch an attack, if only to know how the Nega fought and to use his weapon and movements against him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 6:05 pm
Stumbling into a stance the second he was given clearance and space to, Zippeite held the weighted staff in front of him defensively as he glared at the squire, trying to figure out what the hell was happening here.
Maybe he was sheltered, but he hadn't come across an agent of Order who was quite so aggressive. Sure, he had been pounded by a knight in the past, but only in defense of a weak senshi Zippy had gone after first.
"Trust me, dickbag, I'm working on it," He muttered at the challenge and swung into action, slamming one end of the staff down into the ground to leverage a counter offensive lunge at the larger squire.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:36 pm
Luxor frowned at him seriously, but the look was not his usual passive expression, the one that just made it seem like he was always displeased and did not know how to smile. This was a look of deeper anger, a glower of hatred that burned deep inside him, and basically told him to hulk out and smash all.
As long as 'all' encompassed the Negaverse alone.
He braced himself when he saw the staff move, but the Nega was not swinging at him. He was lunging, using the staff as some sort of vaulting pole. Luxor moved to brace himself accordingly but the move had been a surprise to him and he did not get himself in the right position in time. He only half braced himself, planting his feet and absorbing the hit when it came, but it stumbled him.
Not enough that he was distracted from swinging his heavy fists at Zippy, though. Nope. He swung right for his face, as soon as it was close enough, though the hit would alter his swing path.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:11 am
The thing about a vault was that it required a blatant disregard for one's self, especially if you didn't have a contingency plan for landing. This was usually not an issue for Zippy, as his mind often strategized that the pain and poor landing was off set by the potential to damage and throw off his opponent.
But it didn't work if his opponent had an equal or greater disregard for their own pain, and were willing to put that disregard to ********," He wheezed out, having the wind knocked out of him by gravity and Luxor's fists in quick succession.
He felt his weapon roll away and out of his grasp, but he didn't have the capacity or focus of thought to recall it, his head was spinning, and he was just lying there on his back like a sitting duck.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 12:00 pm
Luxor was not interested in letting the Negaverse soldier get a chance to recover or fight back: he did not care if he had to take a few hits of his own to land the ones he was swinging, either. He was relentless and he was determined. All he wanted was to make sure that this one Negaverse bad guy had no other chances to hurt anyone else.
It had to end here, tonight, for him.
Luxor grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled him up off the floor as if he weighed nothing. He might as well have, considering the strength in Luxor's body both before and after his powered up boost. He didn't lift him very far, though, slamming him back down into the ground and pinning him there, sitting on the guy to keep him down.
He didn't say anything. What was there to say? They were fighting and Luxor was doing his damned best to bring the fight to a sudden end. He hardly needed to brag about it, or explain it to the other, or anything along those lines. He brought his fists down and began to pummel Zippeite, as relentless as he could be, fueled by misplaced anger and his dark desire to wipe Chaos out in the only way he knew how.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:52 pm
Zippeite found himself caught in an endless cycle where he had been rattled to his core and unable to regain his bearings on reality. Suddenly he was in the air, and then he wasn't.
The force knocked whatever oxygen he had been able to regain out of him again and while he gasped and panted for air he found himself struck with one punch after the other. He managed to jerk his head aside to avoid one punch but it was hardly enough. He was light headed both from the inability to regulate his breathing and the constant concussive force he had been hit with.
Panic set in, adrenaline pumped into his bloodstream to futile effect.
He had stopped fighting back because all of his survival instincts seemed to coil in intensity around one singular thought.
I'm going to die here.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 3:45 pm
Luxor knew what he wanted to do, though he was way beyond thinking his actions through. He was driven by his anger and the adrenaline the fight was giving him, and that alone was enough to let him carry through with finishing the fight once and for all. Not just to end this fight, but to stop any future ones that might happen because of this Nega. He would save a lot of people in the future, by taking this Nega out now.
The fists stopped falling, though, as another aura arrived at the scene. The source had felt the fight going on, and come over to investigate. He had not been anticipating this scenario, though, and did something he rarely ever had to do.
Camelot had to stop one of his own.
Grabbing onto Luxor's shoulders, the knight hauled him up and back off of the fallen Nega, shoving him away as hard as he could, but without any violent intentions. He just wanted to get Luxor away from the Nega, so the poor kid didn't end up a pavement stain.
"What are you doing?! You're going to kill this boy!" Camelot yelled, putting himself between Zippeite and Luxor.
"That's the goal," Luxor growled, lunging for Camelot without a thought. He was in a rage, and wanted to tear through the obstacles in his way. that, at the moment, was Camelot. Who was not as keen on letting him succeed as Luxor might want. Camelot called his shield to him and held it up, Luxor's fist slamming full force into the metal and sending him stumbling backwards as pain shot through his arm. He'd likely shattered his own hand doing that, and he growled at Camelot. It was enough to calm him, though, and he took a few more step backs.
"You need to go home," Camelot said evenly, but his tone indicated he was not to be argued with. He turned from Luxor then, kneeling next to the Nega and putting a gentle hand on his arm. "Are you alright?"
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