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Post by hermes on Oct 13, 2009 3:26:34 GMT -5
Eragon ducked down, looking for Rie through pieces of oil slickened scrap, and old spare parts. He was starting to get a feel for the field, somehow it reminded him of tetris. Every part interlocking, but somehow never quite the way it should.
His arm and leg were starting to twitch nervously, and Eragon wondered if perhaps he'd gotten hit with a larger jolt than he'd thought earlier. He grinned, crawling through the wreckage slowly now. Let her from for him now, his hasty actions before were what'd given him away.
Eragon was starting to develop a healthy respect for Rie, she handled herself well in combat, even if she wasn't exactly terrifying. Though he was of the opinion that the woman really should carry a heavy boot knife, or something. When it comes down to it, all a bullet does is make a neat hole in something.
And some things, in their twisted world, required more than a high velocity splinter to really ruffle their feathers.
As he crept through the piles, Eragon began to hatch a plan. It was a fairly simple plan, but effective, though it would put each fighter at risk. Not just his opponent. Not much of a disadvantage really, the way things were going.
Even if one does something stupid, a fight has to end eventually, preferably from something other than old age.
Eragon searched around, eventually coming upon what he sought. A small iron gear, with extremely close sprockets. He smiled, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and bit down on it.
He tore a few long, thin strips from his shirt, and tied them around the lower half of the iron gear, peeking up over the scrap around him to look for Rie, before hunkering down again.
He struck the top of the spring, at an angle, away from his body. Like he was trying to strike flint with it. Spark flew from the iron sprockets, collecting on the pieces of rag, and slowly it grew into a small flame.
Eragon dropped it, cursing, and sucked on his finger. He really should've put it down first, he felt like kicking himself, and rolled his eye's at his own simple stupidity.
The oil and great on the junk he'd dropped it on caught ablaze, and spread, quickly.In short order, more than half the place was on fire, leaving only a few clear spaces clear of flames.
Eragon ran to one cursing, ripped of his heavily charred shirt, and threw it on the ground. He looked around for a glint or a spark, something that would tell him Rie was transforming.
It'd be nice to catch her as a spider, or the like, and avoid having to cause any more injury to her.
Though her personally wished she'd PMS out a bit, and try to cause a little more injury to him.
He growled, unsatisfied, half choking on the thick smell of ash and dust.
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 18, 2009 21:35:51 GMT -5
Click. Click. Click.
Rie peeked around a corner, curious as to what that sound was. As soon as her translucent cat head established a line of sight to Eragon, the clicking turned into a burst of flame. Shortly after, a piece of debris exploded, sending burning shrapnel towards her position. She cleared away from her cover just as it was struck by the flaming detritus and erupted into flame itself.
Fur wasn't the best choice in this environment. A bird's lungs or an insect's circulation system wouldn't be able to handle the smoke. The fight would have to be ended quickly. She would have to go on the offensive.
The fur covering Rie's feline body seemed to whither. Rie paced around her small clearing, watching carefully for her opponent, as all those flammable hairs on her body retracted into her skin.
Movement. There he was. Rie sprang forward, accelerating to her cheetah-body's full speed. She knew this wasn't a silent sneak attack, as evidenced by Eragon turning towards her, ready for the charge.
When she was within a few meters, she underwent another transformation. Her hind legs were still on the ground pushing her forward as they thickened and shortened. The skin on them hardened and grayed. Her hind feet left the ground, and in midbound, the skin changes spread to the rest of the shapeshifter's body.
Before her forefeet landed, they too thickened and shortened. Her body bulged out almost explosively and a thick horn extended from her nose. Before she even started her next step, her transformation into a rhinoceros was complete. She lowered her head trying to charge straight into her opponent.
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Post by hermes on Oct 21, 2009 6:31:54 GMT -5
Eragon cursed, and grunted harshly as the horn hit his hands. He quickly firmed his grip, bracing himself against the massive weight of the Rhino. He was used to swinging around a sword heavier than this thing, but that was around his center of gravity, and he couldn't defy the laws of physics. Truth is, he simply didn't have enough friction between his feet and the floor to slow it down any faster than he was.
He braced himself, pushing the Rhino's head up, and his feet into the floor. The rubber on his shoes let out a horrid screaming as they were dragged across the smooth concrete floor. Rie plowed Eragon through some scrap, before finally ramming him into an object a great deal heavier than she was, providing Eragon with some much needed leverage.
His muscled bulged insanely as he absorbed the impact, stressed tested against something many times heavier than her, they held out well as Rie came to a dead stop.
Eragon grinned, though his back was now on fire, the oily scrap around him having adhered to his back when he was slammed against the wall.
"I've always wanted to see a Rhino fly." He said, his hands still firmly grasping her horn. With a mighty heave, he lifted her straight up into the air, and let her go. Before she had time to fall more than an inch, he'd kicked off the scrap behind him, and was aiming a powerful drop kick right into her armored Rhino ribs.
He shook off the scrap as he landed, wincing at the burns. They were healing visibly quickly, but with aggrivated damage like this, it would end up taking longer. The smell of burnt flesh, mixed with ozone, made his heckles rise.
He touched his back gingerly, and winced. "Yeah, that'll take a couple minutes." He muttered, then started looking around for Rie again.
OOC: I'm assuming she'll turn into a fly/sparrow/whatever before he actually lands the kick, so yes, Eragon is acting obvious to your presence in anticipation of this. If you decide to turn into, say, a bull elephant, just assume he hasn't lost track of you. Also note that with that kick, a bull elephant would probably go just as far as a Rhino. Specifically, until it hit something solid that stopped it.
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 26, 2009 9:53:34 GMT -5
Rie was sent flying back from the kick. Before she could even think of transforming or phasing, she hit a pile of wreckage hard. Wreckage and dust exploded from the mound violently as the heavy rhino body hit with hundreds of pounds of force. Rie felt pieces of rusted metal tear into her back, and she had pain breathing, indicating a fractured rib or two. Rhino form was out. She began to transform.
Too much adrenaline. It was bunching up her reflexes and focusing her thought process too much. Still needed to finish the fight quickly.
The girl decided to turn back into a human briefly. She pulled the last grenade from her belt, wincing as her ankle started bleeding again. Before she lost too much blood, Rie transformed back into a hairless cheetah, grabbed the grenade in her mouth, and hooked the pin around a jutting rebar. A moment later, she took off at a sprint, the grenade going live in her mouth. Again she made a mad dash at Eragon, attempting to jump on him. Regardless of whether or not she made contact, she would phase out before the grenade could explode or before Eragon could hit her.
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Post by hermes on Oct 29, 2009 1:23:46 GMT -5
Eragon's eye's narrowed, he could see her plan, he would've done the same in her position. His magic blade came around in a smooth arc, a slight smirk painted on his face. He cut the grenade a half second after Rie phased out, a near slice seperating the ignition component from the explosives. A dull click went off from the grenade as it tried to ignite, and failed.
It fell to the ground with a sharp clicking noise, and the ringing of metal. Eragon heaved a sigh of relief, grenades were painful, and even for him it took a while to recover from an explosive blast. Especially at point blank range.
Eragon swiveled quickly to face Rie, who's momentum had carried her through and behind him. He flourished his sword, deflecting two lightning quick attacks with the flat of the blade. The girl was no slouch.
"Memetic." Eragon said, closing his eye's.
"Memetic," He repeated, "Teka ka teh hos!" He roared, raising his sword above his head. His eye's opened, revealing pure azure eye's, reflecting the light of the fire, to give them a shimmering orange cut.
He twisted his sword, sending tiny wires of quicksilver in every direction. The impacted with the fire everywhere, intensifying it, melting metal.
"Rekvh!"
He twisted the sword tighter, the wire condensing, bringing the half molten pieces of metal back to his sword. They gathered, folding together, creating a larger blade. Eventually, he was holding a 6 foot long, thick, wide blade of molten metal and natural fire. It licked his arm and chest, blackening them with burnt flesh.
His scent was heavy on the air, burnt flesh and heavy sweat, he wore a horrible rictus of pain and resolve on his face.
"This is the end for one of us!" He cried, flashing forwards at a speed double that of what he used before, a tearing sound announcing he was going beyond his normal limits. The tendons and muscles in his legs were tearing, blood vessels around his ankle bursting as he charged Rie, leaving bloody footprints behind him.
"As warriors, we all take, this Oath of Pain!" Eragon yelled, his sword falling towards Rie with a massive heavy of strength, the impact was met with the molten metal bursting everywhere.
"Hahahaha! DWARF BUSTER!"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Oct 29, 2009 17:26:55 GMT -5
"Memetic." Eragon said, closing his eye's. NAIC: ...Mutation?
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Post by hermes on Oct 29, 2009 18:50:27 GMT -5
OOC: Meant more along the lines of Memetic, I guess I should've wrote it memetic's. An idea that takes life based on its nature, or could be viewed as a living organism. Or, if you like, you could view the technique as a short term evolution of the sword.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 5, 2009 23:43:34 GMT -5
What is he thinking? Rie thought as she turned to focus on her opponent. This is supposed to be a nonlethal match...
She was tired. Her cheetah-sprints and rapid fire shiftings had drained most of her energy. Her feline eyes occasionally went out of focus, especially since her opponent was coming in so fast. It was more off-putting because she was used to her enhanced human eyes, and even in situations like this, they wouldn't have faltered.
She couldn't move fast enough to get out of the way; her opponent would be able to change course easily enough. The weapon was elongated using magic; her phasing wouldn't work. And that weapon was almost here...
Rie transformed back into a human as Eragon began screaming.
"Zeb!" she yelled. The sword fell on her.
Molten metal exploded everywhere. The earth itself had been split, sending chunks of concrete and dirt into the air. A plume of dust almost instantaneously formed above the impact, underlit dangerously by all the fire within the arena.
Suddenly the fires all subsided and the smoke in the air disappeared. The gagging smell of smoke and rust turned into fragrant fresh air. A safe distance away, Zebedee stood on the battlefield. It seemed as though he had momentarily teleported the oxygen and smoke in the room outside, then teleported the outside air in. It also seemed that he had moved Rie out of the way in the nick of time.
"And the winner of this match is Eragon."
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Post by hermes on Nov 22, 2009 21:36:20 GMT -5
OOC: This should be a double KO, the technique Eragon used to win was based in magic, but its product was non-magical. Thus that fire, and magma, was real and natural, and he wasn't proof against it. He's covered in severe burns.
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