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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 12, 2008 14:31:30 GMT -5
OOC: Right now the one with the spikes is. I'll let you control the redhead for this, too, though.
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Post by kazkame on Aug 12, 2008 20:10:42 GMT -5
Shant was mostly confused when he heard the long story. "Geez Zeb, you must have been so popular where ever you came from." he said with a smirk. " Well I guess Me and the War prince are gonna have some fun. Well might as well bring out my brother to the mix." He grabbed the coffin of his back and slammed in front of him. "IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!!!!" he yelled channeling some Spirit energy in to the coffin. The coffin glowed for a moment as it opened to reveal a skeleton with red tattered Cape, Aviator Goggles, and a chained scythe . The bones lifted themselves out of the coffin and gave a winded sigh.
< Bro you're a little to rough with me in there> he said pointing at his transport. <... and geez who's the chupacabra over there>. " Well Ivan I guess you shouldn't have died and you would know that that "chupacabra" is Sly the War prince. Stop talking so much we have a problem." Shant said pointing at his enemy. < Well > he said grabbing scythe, < I guess its time to use Marx and Locke>. Ivan began swinging the chain connected to the scythe.
Shant picked the coffin off the ground and began to swing it around. "All right Bro its time to use the Manifesto for what it really is"
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Post by luigilover on Aug 14, 2008 15:06:10 GMT -5
Yamarie looked at her new "friend" with an noticeable amount of shock, and then changed her facial expression as if to say good luck. Yamarie leveled the bizarre rocket launcher at Emily.
"If I happen to accidentally kill you, I'm really sorry." Emily said in a shaky voice.
"Same here." Yamarie said with her finger on the trigger and the safety already off. Yamarie pulled the trigger, and with a quiet puff, a red line drew itself across the side of Emily's forehead. A few strands of hair blew into the air.
"Whew! Almost got me!" Emily responded, instantly starting to move back and forth, her unpredictable rhythm making it hard to line up a shot with a sniper's weapon.
"If I had any time to practice with this, I would have!" Yamarie retorted, lining up a shot at Emily's right arm. Before she could pull the trigger, though, she felt a sharp pain in her own right hand. Emily had managed to make an almost impossible shot, apparently having bounced the spike off of the ground and hit her in the wrist with the blunt end, numbing her trigger finger for the moment. Yamarie quickly switched the weapon to her other hand. Same for both of us... Trying for a nonlethal win with lethal weapons... But if we can't win that way... One of us is going to die. As if responding to her though, the scope flipped over, lining up with her left eye.
"Fair's fair!" She exclaimed, shooting the knife Emily had drawn out of her hand and bloodying her fingers. Yet again, not a lethal blow, but a disarming one. Soon, though, they'd need to fight for real.
OOC: Fixing a few problems here: A. Emily is a good person working for a bad guy. B. The weapon has no feathers. One of the villains is wearing a feather boa. C. Emily is a ranged fighter who throws knives, spikes, and needles. She would rather run like a coward than punch somebody. D. The gun she has is fully functional. George wants this to be a fight to the death.
Don't worry, we all make mistakes, though. That's how it goes when you first start out.
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Post by Clicker on Aug 14, 2008 21:20:56 GMT -5
JoDee ........ we need to talk.......>.<
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Post by luigilover on Aug 14, 2008 21:55:33 GMT -5
OOC: ok
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 14, 2008 22:06:42 GMT -5
OOC: I'll just fix it up. Sorry, but it needs some serious tweaking.
And BB, for clarification:
The girl in the grey armor is rushing you with her spikes. The one in feathers is also autoable as an attacker. Emily is engaged fighting Yamarie, and George is sitting back looking smug atm. Once you post, I'll post again.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2008 23:00:26 GMT -5
<Must not know my kind very well.> Sly noted silently, parrying the attack with his tailblade, and then brought it around to swat the girl in the side of the head with its blunt side. She ducked, moving abnormally fast, and tumbled under him, getting to his other side.
"Better than you would think." She retorted, slashing at him again. Sly knew that his tail blade was fast, but not enough to block this blow from the other side... The girl's blades met air. Sly's hooves clattered on the floor as he stopped morphing and reversed the process, having used going into a partial human morph to suck his hindquarters in and out of harm's way. His reformed tail slammed into her ribs, sending her tumbling across the floor. She caught herself at the edge of the flames, feeling the heat against her back.
"Agent War, step aside. I have some personal issues with the Andalite." The feathered girl tensed her legs, and lept up, clearing the dais and landing a good fifteen feet beyond it. She instantly rushed at Sly, flames gathering around both of her fists. She threw a punch at him, the alien jerking his head aside and dodging the blow. A ball of flame roared past him, singing the hair off of that side of his head, and exploding on the wall behind him.
"I'm not good with telling individuals of a different species apart. Really, never have been. But if you are who I think you are, I don't know if I should be overjoyed or sickened!" The girl spun around, launching a kick at Sly. He blocked with his tailblade, shoving her back.
<Every single one of you is very familiar to me.> Sly noted curiously, lashing out with his front hooves. The girl twirled aside, her boa fluttering in the shimmering heat.
"Good point. I guess I'm going to go fight Bones, then." The girl in spikes rushed past Sly, seemingly passing through him without so much as a sensation of touching. She skidded to a stop, and regarded her opponent carefully. The scythe lashed out at her, and she dodged it, letting it shoot past her and cleave a mighty gouge into the floor. Charging at the remains of Shant's brother, she noticed something... Something small, something ethereal... A weak point. She raised her blade, ready to drive it home, when a gigantic mass of hardwood and steel caught her, throwing her back.
"You two are a good team." She noted, catching herself on her feet after the impact. "I'm underrating you all far too much for what you really are." She crossed her arms, touching her shoulders, the suit seemingly throbbing in response. "I'm ending that NOW!" Moving faster than the eye could see, she dropped to her knee and slammed her elbow blades into the floor. A wave of crackling purple electricity shot straight at Shant and Ivan, growing until it was the size of an onrushing train, and thundering like a crashing ocean.
"Such carnage, huh? I must say that your group is nowhere near as shabby as I had assumed them to be." George smiled, walking slowly towards Zebedee. The warrior clenched his racquet tightly, watching his former friend approach.
"All your doing. And anybody will fight well if backed into a corner like this."
"Zeb, Zeb, Zeb. Do you honestly think I would cause meaningless carnage? It's not in my blood. I've outgrown it."
"Then why are we here, beyond your amusement and gloating?" Zebedee snarled, rushing at George. There was a burst of flames, and the youth brought a weapon of his own to bear. The racquet clashed with the bizarre instrument, an axe handle with a reversed scythe's blade at the end. Sparks flew, and the duo leapt back.
"Even if you're right in calling me a bastard for my behavior, you're forgetting its prefix. I'm absolutely magnificent at being one." George gestured, and Zebedee stopped in midrush, feeling a new weight in his pocket. "You can have that feather back. I've learned what I needed to from-" George paused, having brought his weapon behind him to block a swing of Zebedee's. He turned quickly, bringing his weapon down with a wall of flames trailing it.
"Not fast enough." The holy warrior had already disappeared, coming down from above with a falling slash. George smiled, raising a gauntleted hand and deflecting the attack.
"As you've always known me to say... Why use speed, when you can have power?" George threw a blow with his left hand, hitting Zebedee in his racquet and causing him to fly back the length of a schoolbus. Zebedee landed hard, skidding to a stop, and then throwing himself back into the fray.
OOC: Sorry about the delay, guys. The BB drop kinda hurt me, and two of us moved off to private school, so this was up in the air. Anyways, Mack, will L^2 be able to keep writing, or will you need to cover the whole fight? And Kaz, you good to finish this?
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Post by Clicker on Nov 25, 2008 19:04:33 GMT -5
Emily shook her hand quickly and wiped it on her pants. This really was going to handi cap her. Even though she could still throw with that hand the blood made everything more slippery. That could be more dangerouse for Yaamarie than herself. If she threw wrong it easily could hit wrong. Yaamarie wasn't willing to give Emily time to think, and fired another shot It went through the flairs she was wearing but didn't touch her. Emily pulled out a knife that was so incredably sharp you could shave with it. She whipped it aiming for friends finger. If it hit it would very likly take the fingers off. Yaamarie fired, and by sheer luck hit the knife out of the air. Emily gasped, as did Yaamarie both were amazed at what Yaamarie had done. Emily started moving quickly, and spasmodically not hoping to dodge just to keep Yaamarie from getting good aim. Yaamarie wasn't willing to take a shot that she was certain on, which was difficult, because Emily kept moving, and throwing stuff. Yaamarie took cover behind an overturned canoe, which made taking aim a little easier. She fired another shot which, she thought, skimmed Emily's foot. Emily jumped a little but ignored the pain as best she could, it had hit her directly in the foot. She felt herself tiring she wasn't used to all this moving in a fight. Yaamarie could've swore she heard some one singing. While Emily was still in motion she casually reached into her shirt and pulled out something silver and thick, Yaamarie couldn't see what it was, a knife she assumed. Then Emily pulled a couple other knives out and threw the knives in a scatter shot with the hand that had been bloodied. With her other hand she threw the silver thing at Yamarie's face and made direct contact. Yaamarie after a moment looked down to see how it was she was still breathing after that. The silver thing wasn't, in actuallity, a knife at all, it was a cell phone. Her nose was broken and bleeding badly, but she was still good enough to keep fighting. The cell phone remained on the ground ringing, it was some goofy japanese song. Emily swore, she had hoped that her last trick would've ended it, but her friend was tough, and the battle would go on for a while more she could see.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 25, 2008 19:20:59 GMT -5
OOC: Nice post and nice trick, Clicks. You been practicing writing action while you were away?
I'll post here later. Since it's just us, it's low priority.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 6, 2008 23:02:30 GMT -5
OOC: BB, you wanna do your big scene, first, or should I take my turn and do mine in two pieces?
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 7, 2008 14:05:27 GMT -5
OOC - Do yours, since this one I am saving till a free day/finals are over which at the latest would mean a post next Sunday.
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Post by luigilover on Dec 14, 2008 21:52:35 GMT -5
Yamari blew blood out of her nose and wiped it onto her sleeve. With sweat trickling down her face she started off at Emily again, keeping the gun over her chest, to keep her heart blocked from any other flying objects. With almost twenty things thrown Emily couldn't have much more to throw at her now, But with out hesitation Emily pulled out yet another thing, a double bladed throwing knife. Emily pulled it back over her head and hurled it full force in Yamaries direction. Yamari fell to the floor in a scream of pain. She looked down protruding from her left thigh was the weapon. it was a puncture wound so when she pulled it out it oozed blood but wasn't bleeding at a steady pace. She rose slowly gritting her teeth. She looked over at Emily who was covering her mouth and looked quite surprised. Yamarie looked as if she was going to drop to the floor and drown in her tears, but her eyes remained fixed on Emily and she stayed on her feet. She held the gun up and fired it at Emily. Emily dropped to the floor and the bullet whizzed past her head. Both girls tired and sad that they were fighting.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 20, 2008 22:12:17 GMT -5
OOC - Lee, can you link me the picture of the girl if you still have it? The one I showed you way back? Cause I need it a) for her bio and b) cause I need to write up a post while I wait.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 17, 2009 21:59:54 GMT -5
OOC: If you want Lee I can do my reveal?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 17, 2009 22:17:55 GMT -5
OOC: Let me do some of my fight, then yeah.
Expect it to be up tonight, barring my connection blipping out again.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 17, 2009 23:00:46 GMT -5
OOC: Kool, can do.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 18, 2009 2:02:40 GMT -5
"Come on, Zebedee. Let me have it," George brought his weapon down again, barely being deflected a strike to its side with the bladed racquet's handle. George twisted to the side, and swept back with the other side of the blade.
"No," Zebedee stepped back, letting the swing go wide by a solid arm's length. "I really would rather abstain from trying to hurt you. If you couldn't tell, I hate hurting anybody."
"Really?" George threw his weapon aside, and brought up his hands, palms open. "Because you're clearly missing out on the most enjoyable thing in life."
"Enjoyment doesn't matter!" Zebedee snarled, and dismissed his racquet in a shower of sparks. He lept forwards, and threw a vicious uppercut at George's jaw.
"So you can attack? Excellent," George, having jerked clear of the prior punch, lunged in and seized Zebedee by the throat. He lifted him from the floor effortlessly, and began squeezing.
"I was wondering if you'd just keep trying to stall me until your friends won..." George smirked, his metal clad fingers crushing down on Zebedee's windpipe.
"Let them deal with me, hmmm? Keep your hands clean, no blood from a former friend? Nothing sucks quite as much as when you screw up, and it's you responsible for cleaning up said mess, eh?"
"Not really," Zebedee choked out, and George's grasp met air. Instantly, a wave of force hit him like a train, sending him skidding across the polished floor on his face. Zebedee reappeared in front of hism once more, grabbing him by the back of the head and lifting him to his feet. George clawed for his face, but was cut off by another solid uppercut, this one launching him at the ceiling.
"It's my own responsibility to deal with you!" Zebedee lept after George, and when the leader of the Obsidian Hearts caught himself against the ceiling, a knee to his lower back crushed him against the black glass.
"And I will..." Zebedee disappeared, reappearing on the ground below as the shards rained around him. He extended his right hand, the debris disintegrating as soon as it came near.
"Okay, then," George sighed from behind Zebedee. The warrior spun, only to catch a gauntleted fist to his cheek. Zebedee went tumbling away, rolling head over heels. As he caught himself, his opponent walked after him.
"Deadening the electrical signals from your nerves in your left arm, letting you move without pain. I suppose I misgauged what it would take to force you into using that other form... At least, the lengths you'd go to to avoid having to use it..."
OOC: I'll beef this up later. BB, the stage is yours.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 18, 2009 22:46:07 GMT -5
Sly ducked under another blast of flame that barely missed his right stalk-eye. As he came back up his tail lunged forward for the girl. Her form flipped nimbly into the air and back a few feet. The blade carved a rut in the ground and kicked up chunks of the floor. Undeterred, Sly pressed the attack and galloped after her, again striking out with his tail blade. Eventually a pattern developed which involved the masked girl leaping away just as the tail-blade reached her. This occurred multiple times as he chased her around the area, not giving her time to think only allowing her to constantly retreat.
Eventually it became clear that Sly was faster as the amount of time the girl had to jump away was decreasing. This was also causing her to become sloppy. As she made her last jump, she felt her boa lighten and knew that his tail-blade had just barely missed her. When the girl landed, she immediately ducked beneath where she assumed his next strike would come from. To her surprise, his hoof made contact with the back of her head and forced it to the ground, shattering her mask.
<Did you really believe that you had the upper hand here?> Sly’s voice echoed in her head as a reared up on his hind legs, ready to bring both of his front hooves down on her skull. She turned and looked up at him, a tear rolling down her familiar face.
<A..Ally?> Sly questioned as he teetered above her.
The time he took to question her cost him greatly. She raided her hand, ball of flame ready, and sent it into his stomach. The explosion forced her backwards and knocked Sly several feet into the air and then, with a sickening crack, down to the ground. Slowly the girl stood up and approached the andalite, speaking as she did.
“No, not Ally, at least not anymore.” She clicked her tongue as another ball of flame appeared in her hand, this one larger than the one before, “I’m Agent Chaos now.”
Sly’s underbelly was charred black and one of his front legs was broken severely. Somehow, he managed to push his upper body up to face her, his left stalk-eye hung limply from his head.
<What happened? I was told you perished in our attempt to escape.> Sly questioned.
“That is no longer any concern of yours.” He voice was cold and unsympathetic to her former guardian.
Sly took a deep breath and concentrated on Ally, <I’ve developed a new talent since we last met.> Immediately he found himself in her mind.
Her memories were frantic but he found what he was looking for, the battle against the techno-orcs. The blast that was assumed to have killed her knocked her body through the edge of the portal, the unstable part. Instead of landing in Viridian Forest it sent her somewhere else, though Sly couldn’t tell where. She was unconscious, bleeding out, and slowly dying.
“Get out of my HEAD!” Ally screamed and Sly found himself pushed from her mind.
<You’ve learned to defend your thoughts.> Sly stated, his voice a whisper now.
“I’ve learned more than you were ever able to teach me,” She responded, now standing over Sly as she pointed the ball of fire down at him. “You did teach me about pain, loss, and betrayal though. For that I am gratef- Argh!” She screamed in pain.
The ball of far immediately dissipated to reveal Sly’s charred and blacked tail, his scythe like bone sticking through Ally’s hand. The sound of crunching bones followed as the andalites body twisted and shrank into his familiar human form. Being able to control how his body morphed, he made sure that his tail had reformed into his right hand, which was now grasping the fire elementals injured hand.
Sly’s stare was now as cold and unforgiving as Ally’s was only moments ago. With a twist of his wrist, he bent her hand backwards in the injured spot. The girl fell to her knees and screamed.
“Bastard!” she yelled as her body was engulfed in flames. Sly staggered backward and unsheathed his sword and shredder simultaneously ready for what might come next.
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Post by kazkame on Jan 22, 2009 18:20:16 GMT -5
OCC: I'm gonna type something up after some hw
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 23, 2009 13:10:45 GMT -5
OOC: Yay
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Post by kazkame on Jan 26, 2009 20:50:14 GMT -5
The blast knocked Shant and Ivan into the wall. Their impact shook the foundation of the building.Shant fell to the ground with a thump. “Ok this maybe is a little bit more of a pain than we thought” he said pulling Ivan out of the wall.
< I think you might actually not get hit to actually do something about….>. Shant interrupted “Shut up I van and let’s get this Armored Maiden”.
Ivan shuffled towards the woman and began swinging his chain at her. “Ha what’s skeleton going to do against me? You look worse than the Andalite over there! “, she made a sinister grin as she began to charge towards Ivan. Ivan kept moving just like the tank in Tiananmen Square. His movements were static and imposing as he kept his glowing eyes on the woman.
Her laughter grew as she got in enough range to land a punch on the living corpse. The purple lightning surged in to her fist as she connected a punch to Ivan’s Ribs. The crackling on the energy was heard in Ivan’s chest cavity. Both of their eyes connected when the attack happened. Ivan made a toothy smile and Yelled “On your call bro!!!!!” The woman looked up to see that Shant with his coffin coming down like a peregrine falcon.
She looked back down to see that Ivan’s head had disappeared from his body. “What the Hell!!” she screamed as her hand became stuck in the ribs along with the rest of her body. Ivan body began to constrict her and anchor its self to the ground. Her body squirmed as Shant came closer and closer, and then the coffin connected. It eclipsed her whole body as she screamed and clawed to release herself.
Shant had landed in front of the coffin and picked up his brother's skull. He dusted it off and placed in the palm of his hand as the eyes began to glow. A slow chant began emanate from shant becoming louder and louder in the arena. The skull followed the chant word for word, and then the final syllable was uttered. The woman screamed for her suffering to end. It came shortly.
With his back now turned away from the coffin he muttered “Armored maiden time to reach nirvana and be tested on the scales of sin and extentialism. The gods have left your fate to chance. Lets them see where you shall lie. Oh don’t shake I hate to see you tremble in there.” He turned back around and yelled “Apega of Nabis”
The bones that had constricted her released and began to exit the coffin suddenly. She let out a breath .
The bones came swarming back in like the knives in the magician’s box. The box stood in the grounds as a tombstone for the newly created resident of an early grave. Shant then fell to his knees and began coughing up a blue liquid.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 30, 2009 18:02:55 GMT -5
OOC: *cough* So, do I need to go again Lee?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 1, 2009 19:19:43 GMT -5
OOC: I'll go again tonight. Writing on "The Story" loosened up my high flying action muscles, so I can give this a go.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 6, 2009 2:08:29 GMT -5
George's glance snapped over to the battle between Shant and the woman, seeing the final result. He clenched his teeth, and spun back to face his own opponent.
"So, you don't care at all about the loss of a loyal subordinate?"
"Subordinate. Beneath me. No reason for sorrow here," George brought up his blade, and spun it in a wide arc. Zebedee braced himself, eying the surroundings warily. He heard a crash from above, and flickered away a split second before a piece of obsidian the size of a truck crashed down on the pristine floor.
With the roar of a thousand shattering panes, it exploded into a cloud of black shrapnel. The black dust began to rise, but paused as something seemingly took hold of it. Caught up on an unearthly fast gale, the maelstrom of shards went roaring at George in unison.
"Never!" George flung out his hand, the shards disintegrating the moment they drew near. The moment the last mote had been split, Zebedee was upon him with a slashing rush. George parried the blow with the blade of his axe, and thrusted at the holy warrior. Zebedee spun around the strike, putting his full momentum into a drawing cut at George's throat.
Bits of diamond blade rained around them as the attack harmlessly scraped off of George's buckler. The dark one slammed his shield into Zebedee's chest, and bore down, slamming him into the floor with the force of the impact. The point of the axe followed a moment later, and was punched aside by the prone warrior. Zebedee sprung to his feet, and threw a knee at George's gut. The attack failed to connect, the target gone.
"Tricky!" Zebedee growled, spinning halfway and blocking a slash from the side as sparks flew around them. He shoved against George's guard, and broke away into another spiral. He snapped his right arm straight at the elbow, cracking a vicious blow across the base of George's neck with the butt of his racquet.
"Urgh..." George stumbled forwards, clutching at his injury with one gauntleted hand. Zebedee did not waste his chance, leaping for his opponent's back and meeting it with both knees. Following through with the impact, he bore George to the ground and slammed into the glass floor.
"I know all of your tricks. If you're going to fight me, you'll have to do better than that," George sneered, pressing his blade against Zebedee's spine. He jerked suddenly as his quarry disappeared, and immediately glanced upwards. Swinging the axe above him, he split through a hefty chunk of the ceiling that had been loosed. A noise behind him caught his attention, and George snapped around, meeting resistance halfway through his turn.
"So, what is it, George? You've got the goods, you made your point. Why don't you just take your people out of here before more of them get hurt?" Zebedee hissed through clenched teeth, having stopped the axe by stepping inside its swing and blocking the handle with his forearm.
"That's not the point that I need to make!" George responded, and with a surge of strength, flung Zebedee aside. The youth caught himself against the wall of the cavern, glowing red in the light of the flames.
"You want to try me, George? You really want it to come to that?" Zebedee shouted, twisting to meet the mastermind's gaze from where he stood, at a ninety degree angle to the rest of the combatants.
"Fine then!" Zebedee let his powers release him, and dropped towards the moat of fire. Raising his raquet above his head, he braced himself and focused his mind. With a mighty downwards swing, the flames parted and let Zebedee land upon the glowing floor at the bottom of the trench. Without pausing, he transitioned into an upwards blow. On either side, the fuel soared into the air, forming wings of luminescent orange. Zebedee took his racquet in both hands, and put as much power as he could muster into a sideways strike.
The flames surged forwards, and Zebedee began molding them. Shifting his weapon to his left hand, he spun it with his thumb. Responding in kind, the inferno drew into a driving spiral, drilling at George.
"Fire? Against me?" George let out a rich laugh, and threw his weapon aside. He raised one hand, and let the conflagration wash over him, engulfing him completely. Instead of continuing in their path, the blaze formed around him, almost like a mantle of flame.
"You're dumber than I thought. I mean, I knew I'd need to spend a while beating on you before you picked up on what I'm trying to say, but-"
"What?" Zebedee shouted from above George, having flickered into place in the time that the fire had been tamed. The Holy Warrior drew back his left arm, pulling it back up past his right. He dismissed his racquet into thin air, and seized his left wrist with his right hand.
"Gabriel's Trumpet!" Zebedee shouted, and swung his left arm down. There was a roar, and the air before him seemed to stir to life. The noise grew deafeningly loud, and the chamber began to shake as the kinetic force of a crashing wave tore down upon George. The flames around him died instantly, smothered, and the obsidian around him cracked beneath the stress. The others around were buffeted by intense winds, almost enough to bowl the unprepared over. The room went dark as the attack extinguished the fire around the edges.
"...Impressive! I didn't think you had it in you!" George's voice spoke over the echoes of the din. A soft orange glow arose in the darkness, revealing his figure still standing upright at ground zero. He threw his head back, sneer drawn across his face.
"So, you pushed me to actually try! Maybe this isn't as hopeless as I thought!" George's eyes seemed to glow with a fire of their own.
OOC: One more round and then I conclude, so everybody wrap it up if you haven't yet.
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Post by Hamuu on Jul 26, 2009 16:53:46 GMT -5
“Ally,” Sly took a step towards her, “you know me and you know my philosophy. If you don’t stop this now, I won’t give you another chance.”
“I told you Ally was dead!” The flames around her body began to spin violently, “All that remains is the Chaos she left behind.”
The spinning vortex began to grow around her, “I’ll consume this entire world until it feels true Chaos.”
Sly pointed the shredder towards the top of the vortex, “Then I will not ask your forgiveness.”
Plasma erupted from the end of the shredder in a solid and steady stream as Sly spent the entire fuel cell in one shot. It tore through the top of the vortex and struck the ceiling. Rubble the size of boulders began to fall about Ally as she focused the vortex upward, turning it into a sheet of protective fire. Everything that passed through her ceiling of flame was reduced to harmless ash.
“You see,” She laughed, “I-”
Specs of blood flew from Ally’s mouth as she stopped speaking, the fire above her drastically weakened. Small chunks were starting to pass through the once solid sheet of flames. One of them bounced with a clank off the sword protruding from Ally’s chest. She looked ahead of her, Sly’s arm still stretched out in front of him from throwing the sword.
“You would kill me?” The flames above her continued to weaken, “The girl you took in and treated as a daughter.”
“No, Ally died a long time ago.” Sly watched as the flames dwindled to nothing, allowing the rubble to fall through. The ground shook as she was crushed and buried. “Good bye Chaos.”
Sly was buffeted by a strong unexpected wind. His feet were knocked from under him and he planted hard on the floor. The anadalite looked in the direction the wind had come from.
“Lee.” He whispered.
The sound of bones breaking and reforming filled the air as Sly struggled to his feet, which quickly reverted back to hooves. Within moments he was galloping towards the other end of the massive room.
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Post by Clicker on Oct 8, 2009 8:14:09 GMT -5
OOC:I haven't written in ages forgive the awefulness, BIC: Emily was tired,and didn't feel like continuing fighting, her side was losing, she was in pain, and something smelled quite awful. She ducked out of Yamarie's sight and circled around to behind her. As she did so Yamarie was searching for a better angle, to shoot Emily. Emily could only see the corner of Yamarie's, jacket she prepared to lunge at her and end the fight. Before she could she felt the cold barrel of a sniper rifle pressed against her head. She raised both her hands and dropped to her knees. "This fight is over" Ya'marie stated coldly. "Wait, before you kill me, tell me one thing, how did you catch me?" "Seriously I thought you were still down there, I got to warm and I took off my jacket, as I went to find a better angle I noticed you stalking my jacket." Emily had to laugh, dumb luck was the only reason why she lost, and now she would pay with her life.
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