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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:39 pm
Javelin vs. Commander Jean Paturade
FIGHT!
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 7:58 am
A figure would climb out from the ground in the arena. As it would stretch, light armor would be able to magically appear all around him. In total, a curiass, some gauntlets, greaves, and boots, all made out of iron in some way. He would wait, twirling around his daggertail..
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 7:04 pm
Must less of a show-boater, Javelin merely walks into the area, her rapier, tucked safely at her belt, is the only visable weapon. She's a little more than that, though, if not a lot. She looks idly down at her shoes for a moment, making one last check on whether or not they're securely tied. She's clumsy, and that just won't cut it.
Javelin regards her opponent with a slight frown. He's much more heavily armored than she is, and that could make it very difficult for her to breech with blades. However, it could also mean that she's got a speed advantage, which she's grateful for. She isn't much for mere resistance, anyway.
Running over the rules in her head once more, she hopes for the best. She inclines her head politely and smiles to him. After all, this is a tournament, not a war-time battle. She doesn't want to come off as completely aggressive and rude; many are here for that, she's different. "Here's hoping." She states over the noise, almost winking.
She pulls her sword out, swallowing the last of her nerves, and stands at the ready.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 11:51 am
"Hmmph..."
Jean would raise his right hand up, and four rectangular pillars would pop out of the ground and raise to the height of about 20 feet around Javelin. First in front of her, then to her right, behind her, and to the left. Clockwise, of course. They would shoot up and reach their target height within seconds. Once up, a geyser of lava 4 ft. in diameter would appear in the 5' x 5' space that Javelin would be standing in, spreading lava everywhere inside the columns...
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 10:49 pm
She jumped, of course, startled by the sudden appearance of the column right in front of her. Taking steps only sent her into the next three that popped from the ground. The thing that clicked with her immediately was their similarity in abilities. This guy was another terrakinetic.
And now, she seemed to be stuck in a box.
She was formulating a way to get out when the molten rock began to burst, and she only saved herself through her own abilities, however weak, as an earth-mover. Defense against that which is closest to you had come first in her lessons. Keeping herself secure, keeping the lava suspended around her, kept her alive in a sort of bubble, albeit a very hot and hard-to-maintain bubble.
She didn't have a second to lose. Taking a deep breathe, she focused to simply blast her way out of this trap via earth-powers.
He'd been standing right in front of her, right? It was possible that he was still standing there, satisfied with the idea that he'd already beaten her. She was here, satisfied with the fact that she wasn't down yet.
She slammed her elbow into the wall that she was shoved against, keeping careful guard of her bubble. Her abilities allowed the simple use of force to multiply into something strong enough to bring the pillar down. The molten rock, of course, began to rush forward towards her opponent, M. Jean.
She kept safe, that was what was important now.
Once she was free, however, she elevated herself onto a sloppy, earth-formed platform, sword lashing into the air as if it appreciated the cool of it all. "God, cheap shot, much?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:22 am
Once fully trapped, Jean would squeeze his hand...
Yes, she would bring the pillar down, but at what cost? The combination from the force and heat of the lava, along with Javelin's force and Jean's movement would cause the aforementioned pillar to collapse...and by collapse, it would break into numerous, heavy pieces. Due to the eratic nature, one or two was bound to fall in Javelin, essentially creating her own grave.
Jean would quickly strafe left, away from the geyser that was already far away from him. He didn't want to reveal the effect of molten rock on his body this early...no, he would give it time.
"There's no rules against cheapness..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:57 pm
Well, he was right. There wasn't a rule that inhibited cheap shots.
It was about the time, after she'd finished thinking that, that she realized the crumbling pillar had to fall down, and she was down. In the middle of thinking a retort, she yelped under the shadow of a huge slabe of stone, raising her thin sword against it. Magnified through use of her powers, the slab was deflected to the side, though she couldn't stop it from straping up her left arm pretty good. She gritted her teeth against it, and was able to pay enough attention to avoid such a situation until the rest of the rubble had settled.
He'd avoided the lava flow, but she hadn't expected much to come from that. Unlike M. Jean, Javelin understood something significant about thier fight. She again raised her sword to him, only to frown at the fact that the point had broken off. Seriously, she was getting annoyed. The luster had already worn out of this fight. "You don't get it, do you? I'm an earth-mover, too. I can deflect these move, and, chances are, you can deflect mine."
The scratches on her arm were minor enough to ignore, and she settled into a stance again. "So, are we going to fight for real? Or are we just going to stand around throwing rocks at each other?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:33 am
"Well, make your move if you must. Just be aware that you won't last so long..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 10:53 am
God, what an attitude. Sure, people here were strong, but did they have to feel so superior about it? If she wasn't so stubborn, she might not want to continue in the tournament just because of the lame God-complexes that a lot of fighters carried. Didn't they realize that not all of them could be the best?
She frowned again, "Suit yourself." But, really, the sword needed a little help. She switched it to her left hand, reaching around her waist to pull a rather long knife from a hidden holster. (She'd tucked it into her briches before the match, probably not the best of ideas, but effective enough.) New weaponry in hand, she stanced once more.
Then, without uttering a sound, she hopped forward. Though she'd seemingly dealt powers out, she caused a mound of Earth to shoot up behind Jean, but only to inhibit his movement a little. She turned her sword to the side as she approached, aimed for his shoulder, and slashed quickly. The slashing movement melded quickly into a turn that allowed her right hand forward, and he dagger-weilding arm slashed at his thigh before she began to poke the point of the weapon at his abdomen, looking for weak points in his armor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:16 pm
As she would come forward, Jean would prepare a counter-stance. Her first slash, which would be towards his right shoulder, would be dodged by the man leaning his shoulder back and to the left. If it would connect, it would just scrape the outside of the cuirass, not doing any significant damage.
For the slash at the thigh, he'd raise his leg up. This way, the blade would connect and deflect off of the greave, instead of penetrating his unarmored thigh. During all of this, Jean would toss the daggertail in his right hand across the back of Javelin's neck, and would catch it in his left hand. The motion would be short and quick. Once in both hands, he would pull back and cross his arms in order to form a noose of sorts. As his opponent would be slightly bent over, she would most likely not see this motion, instead being focused on the slash at his leg. This would allow little if any time, along with a small range of motion, as if she pulled back, she'd run straight into the blades.
The numerous blades would pierce into her neck like teeth. Jean would pull the blades to the right, hoping to pierce the jugular, and end the match quickly. As long as she was in the noose, she was virtually his to control.
Even if the blade would have his the abdomen, it would not have done much. As the stomach area was one of the most exposed areas of all, it would also be heavily armored...it would degrade it a little, but not much.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:54 pm
She could thank every deity imaginable for two things, her opponents superior size, and her own choice in clothing. She'd always joked that her scarf, somewhat gaudy considering the weather, was good luck. The damn thing had proved it.
She hadn't noticed the odd weapon's maunuver around her, but, even as she was ready to pull back, one of the blade's caught at her scarf before her neck. She yelped, jumping forward again, and effectively cutting her left shoulder to match the rest of her scratched arm.
She had to moved fast, or he'd tighten his rather sharp lasso right around her. Javelin dropped to the ground, kicking under him to break down the small wall of dirt that she'd erected to inhibit his movements. After that was out of the way, she shifted the earth again, giving her just a bit of extra 'umph' to roll, hopping up again on the relative safety of behind M. Jean.
It was a little rude to attack from behind, but she ought to use the chance while she had it. This time, she aimed for visable give in the armor, her dagger going for the gap that constituted the shoulder joint, her sword reaching for the backside of his thigh. "That's a really nice weapon." She really did sound impressed, "Where'd you get it?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 8:39 am
As she would roll under...well, the man would return his daggertail to his right hand, and would pivot 180 degrees strongly. The strength of said pivot would allow him to move his daggertail with utmost strength. Upon completion of said pivot, the daggertail would slash down and to the left, would turn around, and would slash down and to the right. This attempt to stop her would be before she struck, effectively nulling her attack.
When the two slashes of the daggertail were complete, Jean would raise his left, free arm quickly. It was not to summon anything; rather, it was simply giving him a small amount of space so he could bring his gauntlet down at a pressure point on her neck, which, if hit, would serve a good chance at knocking her out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 3:02 pm
((Apologies for the delay, babe. Company's come to visit.))
That really was a nice weapon, and he used it well, blocking her easy hits in a flurry of metal on metal.
She wasn't so distracted, though, that she'd forget to defend herself. His hand swung down, the target at her neck once more, and her knife came up awkwardly to meet it. The force was strong, though, and she spun on the thick toes of her boot to avoid it, just once. While his arm was up, she made a somewhat futile stab at his under-arm, where the joint caused an exposure from his armor. (Come to think of it, his armor was pretty snazzy, too.)
She was stuck again. They didn't have much use for their earth-moving abilities, they could match each other decently in that area. (Or, at least, Javelin could defend herself decently again most of those attacks.) It seemed that hand-to-hand was a bit blow-for-blow as well.
She would just have to keep going. Placing her sword in her right hand, her dagger in her left, she lunged forward towards his weapon, the odd chain of daggers. Moving quickly, she twisted it around the chain and purposefully tangled it. Then, turning her own weapon in her hand, she tugged. Hard.
At best, she'd damage his weapon or pull it away from him altogether. At worst, she'd lose an already-broken sword.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 7:55 pm
"Hmmph...mistake."
As the daggertail would wrap around Javelin's blade, Jean would "punch" his free hand into the air. The result? A large stalagmite, about 6 foot tall and one foot wide, would immediately rise up from the ground below his opponent. It's aim? Go right through her. While this would happen, Jean would, of course, pull back on his daggertail.
This would give Javelin two options:
#1: Break that which binds her to Jean. Or, letting go of her sword, and getting the hell out of there. Now, this would cause her to lose a weapon, but it would also save her from life-threatening, if not lethal, injury.
#2: Take the blow and see what happens.
Now, Jean would not know if it would be possible for her to save herself. The stalagmite would shoot up as soon the punch was complete. As the punch would happen once the blade was entwined...well, she was pretty much screwed, from what it seemed. She'd have pretty much no time to make a move. Nevertheless, Jean would be prepared. Even if she did dodge it, she'd have to divert almost all of her strength in doing so. Meaning? She'd lack the strength to hold onto Jean's weapon, allowing him to pull it back and take a defensive stance.
Of course, that might not happen.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 8:39 pm
It wasn't a big backfire at all. This guy just didn't connect the dots when it came to the similarities between him and her.
He usually moved when he wanted something done with the earth. Fine, no big deal; it helped her move, too. Already, he'd clentched his hand, always kept a free arm so that he could punch his commands into the air. She wasn't completely unobservant.
When he punched at nothing, she stomped her foot, not releasing her hold on her battered sword. The force of his rising stalagmite was still harsh, but she'd manage to eliminate the sharp point at the top. With some difficulty, she managed to grip her sword, still attached to his daggertail, while she shot up on a slightly-less-than-six-foot platform. She tugged on her connecting line again. "I told you. I can defend against this kind of thing."
She hoped that she'd taken him by surprise. He'd obviously meant to kill her. Swiftly, now that she was at a reasonable height, she tugged her sword again, drawing it back and plunging it forward again. She was aiming for an eye (after all, a sword with no point couldn't damage much else), but she was sure that she could cut a cheek if he flinced away.
Of course, if he flinched it would tell her a lot about him as a fighter. He acted so tough, after all. If she found out different it would certainly boost morale.
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