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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 2, 2010 3:07:02 GMT -5
OOC: Nice weapon idea, Shoni. I was going to say they were kinda cool, then I realized how bad of a pun that would be. BIC: “Flint, is it?” Pablo acknowledged the newcomer, “There probably isn't much in common between us. But no matter who you are, I'm guessing that there is one thing worth fighting for. And that's making this world a better place. One that we ourselves, our friends, loved ones, and someday our children, can enjoy and live in happily,” Pablo raised his blade, flames bursting outwards. They began spiraling around the blade, streaks of white emerging through the fire. “That's, ultimately, what I fight for. And protecting the sacred balance of nature... That's at the very heart of that.” He paused, watching as Flint quickly covered the trees in ice. The boy seemed exhausted, but Pablo's trained eyes had caught a glimpse of something. This youth... His power was unrefined, a rough gem in need of sculpting and polishing. But the potential... It was something he had seen in very few. It almost reminded him of when he had first met Albatross and Yoshimitsu. When one was bound for a great destiny, sometimes it seemed to announce itself without need for words. “Good idea,” Pablo said distantly, shivering ever so slightly. He was a tropical creature, born and raised on an island a bit to the North of Hawaii. And even now, despite his years of training as a mystic night, he was a bit sensitive to the cold. He picked up his pace and held his blade closer, the flames warming him. “We shall be fighting in a very short while, girl,” Sthenelus didn't seem particularly unsettled by the icy surroundings. He paused at her second comment. “The fey... No, girl, this is not the doings of any fey. The fey are devious, insidious creatures. Nonetheless, they still revere and protect nature. This-” A gunshot cut off Sthenelus' words. He ducked, a chunk of ice being knocked free from the tree to his left. “C'mon, lads! We've got quite a lot of blighters here!” A new thug was standing at the exit of the building, an assault rifle in the crook of his arm. Others were filing out, quickly forming up ranks until they had almost three dozen present. “Let the boss know 'e's got company,” The speaker addressed the others sharply, and one of the men broke off to run back into the building. The rest began raising their weapons and preparing to attack. A few hastily fired shots ripped past the group, zinging into the woods. “Well, guys. Y'know that fight we were talking about?” Pablo raised his blade again, and started rushing towards the group. “Here it is!”
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Post by Shoni on Feb 4, 2010 16:40:12 GMT -5
OOC: sorry i would have responded sooner but all the computers i could use that had internet crashed.
Jumping into one of the frozen trees, Flint dashed swiftly from branch to branch until he was directly above one of their attackers. Dropping down on his victim, Flint grabbed the mans weapon before breaking his neck and returning to the sea of frozen branches. Every once in a while he would drop down on another of their attackers, repeating the process.
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Post by Cendra on Feb 7, 2010 1:41:05 GMT -5
OOC: OOC: Nice weapon idea, Shoni. I was going to say they were kinda cool, then I realized how bad of a pun that would be. *Shivers at the bad pun that "wasn't used"* OOC: Sorry, I would have responded sooner, but all the computers I could use that had Internet crashed. Don't you mean they all froze? Yes, you can smack me for my terrible puns... Just not too hard if you would. I haven't really done many action scenes before, so I hope this is a good try anyway. Also I haven't said your character's name, Shrouded, because I didn't think you actually introduced him. Correct me if I'm wrong. I just don't remember seeing it. Lets get on with it then! BIC: Belwyn closed her eyes for a moment. She needed to make herself understand why she was there. The real reason she had offered her help to this band of creatures. “I'm part of this world of nature. Maybe not wholly, but I can't deny how it calls to me... I can feel it growing weaker. No medicine I have would help something like this. If I want the part of me that is this wood to live, I must help purge it's sickness even if doing so also caused me pain.” Sounds of the fight reached Belwyn's ears. Her eyes snapped open and she quickly drew her swords. She brought herself back to reality just in time it seemed. In front of her the men were closing in quickly. Determination filled Belwyn's eyes and she advances with a cry on her lips. She would stay close to one of the others, but her mind was made up to do her part. Her blades clashed with her first opponent. He carried a long broad sword that seemed to contradict his build, but he wielded it well enough and the gleam in him eye confirmed that he was a danger. Belwyn sidestepped out of their weapons lock and attempted to make a swift stab at his back, but it seemed he was faster than she expected. Before she knew it she received a deep gash in her left arm. The surprise made her good hand drop the sword to clutch her wound. The villain in front of her laughed and advance on her. Panic gripped Belwyn. She felt another cry come from her throat. With out thinking she reached out in front of her and grabbed the man's hands as they gripped the blood thirsty sword descending on her. For a moment, when skin touched skin, her irises turned from their regular blue, to a foreboding black. And just like a flash, the wound on her arm was gone, but the human in front of her cried out in pain as blood seeped through the sleeves of his shirt. “What are you!?” He cried and yanked his hands from her cold grip. Belwyn took advantage of his surprise and hit his head with the butt of her sword, knocking him out. Quickly she stepped anyway from him and made her way toward Pablo and the man in green. They seemed to be experience fighters and at this point she was sure she didn't want to be on her own when she ran into another opponent. Using her powers had drained her of some strength, even though at the same time, it return another sort of strength to her that she had taken from the one she fought, she still felt little dazed. She never would have used it if she didn't think she was in trouble. No one ever taught her how to use them well enough that it wouldn't drain some of her spirit. She was breathing hard by the time she reached the two. “I think it's best I stay with you.” she gasped out.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Feb 7, 2010 18:13:26 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, come on. Is this some kind of joke or are my posts here simply not posting =\ OOC (again): Ooh, I like that char, Cendra. Awesome idea for powers =D
BIC: Seeing the advancing enemies, Charles reached into his trenchcoat and commented, "They always have the worst timing... So much for my conversation," and he drew a long, slightly curved blade with his right hand. This blade was shiny silver-colored on the back end, and with blackened burn marks outlining the blade all the way from the handle to the tip. The hilt of the blade was delicately embroided with rubies that almost seemed to burn as sunlight hit them. Also, when he drew the blade, for a mere moment, there was a orange and red colored aura outlining the blade of the sword.
His first victim was the man with a bloody sleeve, who Belwyn knocked out cold. With only a slight sigh, he took the blade and stabbed him in the back, killing him. As he pulled out his blade, the hole in the man's shirt had expanded with a charred outline. There was also a slight smell of burning flesh in the air.
His blade glowed a shade of darkened red for a moment, and he quietly said, "It's time for some fun. Their rifles against my blades." And at that point, he charged forward, towards the nearest enemy, jumping in the air, then vanishing and reappearing, not even a second later, a little further up from where he was, and swinging his sword in a vertical line at the man with a long rifle, who was still looking at where Charles had vanished after the jump.
OOC (yet again): This is my first action scene as well, so... I hope it's not too horrible.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 8, 2010 1:50:01 GMT -5
Mr. Rabbit leaped to the side of the combat, then charged in with the point of his spear held out. The first thug he ran into managed to step out of the way, then turned his rifle to Mr. Rabbit. Before he could fire, Mr. Rabbit beat the barrel of the gun to the side with a swipe from his spear then followed with another one, sending the rifle out of the man's hands.
The man began to draw a large knife from his side, but before the blade could clear the sheath, Mr. Rabbit thrust forward, stabbing the man in the shoulder and causing him to drop the knife. He then swung his spear and hit the man with the flat side of the blade, causing him to fall to the ground. He waited for a moment, but the man didn't get up.
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Post by Shoni on Feb 11, 2010 15:28:48 GMT -5
OOC: You guys are really sliding on thin ice with those puns. Oh look now you got me started. =P
BIC: Looking into the trees, one of the men saw Flint jumping from branch to branch. This was his chance to kill on of the invaders.
Horror spread across Flint's face as a man climbed into a tree near by. Aiming the barrel at Flint's chest, the man gently pulled the trigger. Time seemed to slow as the bullet flew through the air. Instinctively raising a hand to block the shot, Flint's mind raced to find a way to live. Returning to his senses, he saw little flecks of ice dancing around him. Each one looked as if a tiny shard of metal was frozen inside.
Looking at the teenager, the man seemed surprised and shocked. He prayed that he hadn't just seen his bullet explode. Forgetting that he was in a tree, the man turned to run and plummeted to the ground. Slowly standing up, he planed on running into the building where he would be safe for a little while. However, he soon realized that he was never going to make it to the building, he had landed right behind Belwyn and Pablo.
Sitting in the tree, Flint tried to create ice but he couldn't. His eyes started to fill with tears as he thought of his past, all the dead family and friends he would never see again, and there was no one left to teach him how to control his power. As the sound of battle drifted up to his ears, he snapped back to his senses. Wiping the tears from his eyes Flint stood up and and began looking for a new weapon.
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 12, 2010 17:20:07 GMT -5
OOC: I don't recall asking when, I wanna know what the point is?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 12, 2010 18:09:08 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, this baby's been hijacked since just under half a year ago. I saw a potential plot thread, saw that some of our newer writers could work with it, and jumped. Everybody, expect an in character response on Saturday evening. It'll be the first thing I do after the Sabbath (and then, Ishkafive.)
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Feb 13, 2010 10:37:29 GMT -5
Not expecting the charging enemy, the man dropped his rifle, and moments later, his blood went everywhere as Charles' blade burned and sliced through his flesh.
Then he noticed the fight going on in the trees, and saw the new guy get shot, he swung his sword at a speed that didn't seem to be humanely possible, and a small, fiery arrow appeared from the tip of the sword, and hit the man who shot Flint in the leg, causing him to fall out of the tree. Then the arrow burned a little brighter momentarily. And again. And two more times in quick succession. After the last flare-up, it detonated, much like a bomb would, sending charred body parts everywhere and injuring a few nearby enemies.
"Hey you," Charles yelled at Belwyn, "What exactly do you know about healing gun wounds to the chest?"
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Post by Cendra on Feb 13, 2010 21:56:49 GMT -5
Then he noticed the fight going on in the trees, and saw the new guy get shot " ...When did Flint get shot??? Thanks, by the way, Shrouded! I've been excited about Belwyn's powers for a while.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 14, 2010 2:20:28 GMT -5
“Be careful! I’m not a good healer, so I’m not going to be able to patch anything more than a scratch!” Pablo heard the banter between his allies. A chest wound? He hoped that Charles was mistaken. An injury like that was almost certain to be lethal, and he didn’t want to consider the implications of that. A kid had joined his group, hoping to help… He really didn’t want to think about anything terrible happening to a youth that just wanted to help save the world.
“Nalu Ha’i!” Pablo shouted, and swung his blade. A crescent of water, synchronous with his motion, erupted from the earth. It formed a gigantic wall, lingering in the air for a moment before taking on a forwards curve. The Noki jumped upwards, landing atop the water and somehow standing on it.
“GO!” The water roared forwards, turning white as it was churned into a frenzy. Pablo rode the wave, slamming into a group of the thugs. They were swept under, their weapons getting pulled from their grasp. One tumbled in front of Pablo, and was summarily chopped in twain without ceremony.
The wave quickly ran down, leaving a football-field sized stretch of the clearing soggy and sopping wet.
“Perfect conditions…” Pablo took his left hand from his blade, and pointed it earthwards.
“Geysir!” The moisture gathered in the soggy earth exploded upwards, launching the shelled knight into the air. He shifted his weight, and thought to his blade. <Swoop.>
The weapon tugged at him, changing his path from outright falling to an angled dive. A thug, seeing the warrior plummeting towards him, drew a handgun and fired off several rounds. Each shot hit Pablo, but ricocheted off of his sturdy shell.
“Not-“ Pablo hit the man at his shoulder, the weapon biting into him. He put his speed and weight into the blow, easily bisecting his enemy, “Going to work.”
Sthenelus had a less flashy, but still effective way of dealing with the enemy’s hired hands. He charged into a formation of them, taking several shots to the torso, but didn’t seem phased. He slid to a stop, his sheer bulk slamming one of the men aside.
He grabbed another one of the men by his head, several futile shots punching into his ribs.
“The likes of you is bereft of understanding… Incapable of realizing how vile and repulsive your actions towards this world are…” He seized the man’s gun hand, several muffled shots going off in his palm. No bullets made it through his gigantic, mitlike hands.
“You can’t even think enough to understand that you can’t win this encounter!” He spun, maintaining his grip on the man’s head. Whipping him about, he slammed him into three of his colleagues. They all went down hard. He stopped, the inertia jerking his makeshift cudgel’s body. There was a loud snap.
Sthenelus glanced at the cadaver darkly, and threw it with an overhand pitch through the wall of the shack.
OOC: One more round of fighting mooks, then it’s time for the main event, guys and gal.
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Post by Cendra on Feb 26, 2010 18:51:03 GMT -5
Belwyn gasped as the enemy fell from the tree after having been shot with Charles's fire attack and landed behind her with a dead thump. The sound was sickening to her and she grimaced as a few snaps, she knew came from bones, were heard. But another movement out of the corner of her eye broke her stare. It was little red drops coming from the tree where Flint still sat.
“Flint! You're hurt!” She yelled as she ran over to the tree. The roar of the raging water from Pablo's attack was rushing to her ears. Thinking it might be safer, Belwyn scrambled up the tree, branch by branch, until she was sitting next to Flint who seemed to be caught up in thought. She touched his shoulder comfortingly.
“Flint, let me treat your leg.” she said softly as she pulled out some bandages and ointments for the job. The wound didn't look bad, but it could get worse if it wasn't treated correctly.
OOC: Sorry it took me so long guys!!!
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Post by Shoni on Feb 26, 2010 19:39:31 GMT -5
Flint looked up at Belwyn as she moved closer to bandage his leg. She looked so much like one of his old friends... He quickly turned his head away so he wouldn't cry, knowing that he would never see any of his old friends again.
After his leg was bandaged, Flint stood with a slight grimace on his face. Jumping into the next tree he continued his search for a weapon. Looking down he saw a man surrounded by heavily armed guards. The man wore a vest full of plastic explosives and grenades. Flint decided that they needed a diversion. Jumping down onto the mans shoulders he pulled one of the grenade pins, did a flip over the rest of the men and began running toward the building at a surprisingly high speed for a person with a wounded leg. He jumped through the door just as the explosives went off. Turning around, he saw a wall of fire and hoped every body else was okay.
OOC: hope you people are feeling imaginative to get out of Flints recklessness. =P
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 23, 2010 1:15:24 GMT -5
“Seems that when we get our inevitable karma, it just FLOODS us, doesn't it?” A man peered through a gap in the sheet metal of the building, watching the battle with a keen interest. One of the warriors had snagged a man and dragged him off without any ceremony. He wouldn't be missed. Last name Paddock or something like that... First name? Well, didn't really matter now. The observer placed his hand firmly upon the hilt of a sword at his side, and then winced slightly as a massive explosion rocked the building.
“That's...” Another figure, this one a bit smaller and clearly older, smiled a blackened grin, “Only natural.”
“The important question, though... You finished with the 'project' of ours?”
“It's like anything else in the world. It's... in practice, virtually flawless. There's not much more that one could ask of it, really. But, like all other things, there are flaws, complaints... One can always take more time hone their works, if only for eventually diminishing returns...” He stood up, and cocked his head slightly. He laced his fingers together, and cracked them all with one sinuous motion.
“That's not an answer. An answer would be 'Yeah, but no. You're gonna hafta take all those guys on at once without any help,'” The swordsman stepped away from the window, and carefully hefted the sheathed weapon before him.
“If you'd listen, you'd hear... This grand work of mine is as close to finished as I could hope for, just right for its proving. The point of diminishing returns would most certainly have not been mentioned, had I still work to do.”
“You're a f*cking fortune cookie, you are,” The man glanced over his shoulder with a concerned squint. He stepped slightly to the side.
WHAM! A lackey, hurled by one of the combatants, blasted through the wall exactly where the man had been standing before.
“I'll distract them for just a bit. You go do your nails or whatever,” The man turned to the wall, carefully steadying the mother-of-pearl sheath against the crook of his arm.
“The doing is not of consequence. The being is.”
“Yeah, yeah, and man who put head in drink bowl gets punch in nose. Try to keep up, Confucius.” --------
Pablo swatted aside a man's attempt at kicking him, and swept his weapon back around in an arc. The back of the weapon caught the man's heels and the force of the blow flipped him onto his back. Pablo jumped up, and landed pommel first on the man's forehead.
“Really, this is all? A bunch of hoodlums and ne'er do wells, hanging out together for no reason?” Flint's diversion had ended up destroying enemy morale, though Charles and the hare had already been dealing out enough carnage to keep it considerably low. The few men that remained seemed to be fighting more for an egress than victory, and quite a few had outright fled.
“Money's a better reason than anything else, really...” A voice, bold and playful, caught Pablo off guard.
He tried to turn, only to have a huge boot come crashing down and pin him to the ground. He released his grip on his sword, and bid it to rise up. It hovered up a short ways, and then was hammered down again by the man's sheath. He leaned his weight against it, forcing the weapon to the leaf litter.
“A Noki. Bit far from home really, but then again...” The man ground his heel against Pablo's back, forcing him into the dirt, “You guys really don't have homes any more, do ya?”
“You...” Pablo attempted to say something impolite, only to receive a faceful of dirt for his troubles.
He stretched, letting Sthenelus's immense fist rip past his face. The wind from the swing swept his hair to one side, and yet he still didn't do much as blink.
“So, here's my real enemies... An assortment of Powers, outnumbering me five to one, and steaming angry. Just what I signed up for, actually.” He ducked another punch without even looking towards the towering man.
“Wonderful,” He unsheathed his blade slightly, the sun glinting off of the weapon in a rainbow of colors.
“Despoiler! Your enjoyment of this battle only reflects upon the same twisted heart that's desecrated this forest!” Sthenelus lunged past the man, his shackles rattling. A length of chain snagged the swordsman by his neck, and flipped him backwards.
“Kh-” The man's blade flashed, and he made a clean cut over his head as he tumbled through the air. He twisted, and managed to land kneefirst upon Pablo's back once more. He grabbed the levitating saber, and jammed it hiltdeep into the loam before it could fly free again.
“Both of you, stay down. I've got enough victims to play with, as it is.” He turned towards the giant man, who had fallen against the side of the headquarters. He was clutching at the gaping slash across his shoulder, black-grey blood trickling between his fingertips.
“I'd figured you weren't human. So, what is it? Are you some kind of demon, or maybe a ghost?” The man drew his sword again, and pointed towards Blackbrush. They were silent for a moment, the only sounds being the echoes of the battle and the wind through the trees.
His blade was a peculiar work, seemingly layered in dozens of different shades of metal. Gold was folded upon silver, and steel met bronze in a distinctive wavy pattern that straightened only at the edge. Sparkling crystals were set along the weapon every few inches, similarly in myriad hues.
“That's my hobby, y'know. Findin' Powers, and pickin' 'em apart. Seeing what makes them tick. And then getting rid of them. Pays well, and rarely elsewise would a man find sport where he's paid to kill people.”
“You vile-” Sthenelus let out a choking groan as the blade jammed through his side, and pinned him against the wall. His exclamation was more like a strangled scream as it was ripped out, and he fell to his knees.
“Come on, the rest of you! My name's Aveiro Boniface, wielder of the Assurance, and I'm only getting started!”
OOC: Okay, so here's the first of three bigger fellows. Fight him like you would another player's character, since he's supposed to be pretty flippin' tough. Probably after one round of fighting him, I'll roll out the other two and the fight will become a bit more spread out.
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Post by Cendra on Apr 29, 2010 18:16:49 GMT -5
Belwyn shielded her eyes with her right arm from the brightness and heat of the blast that Flint had caused. It didn't take long for the flames to lessen and soon she was able to look out at her comrade's positions. Everyone seemed to be holding their own against the ruffians and had little or no injuries thus far. She breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. “I suppose if this is the fullest extent they will need my abilities, it should be considered a blessing.” But just as that thought was finished, Pablo's fight caught her eye. One of his opponents had managed to disarm him. It was obvious this man was not like any of the others they had faced up to this point. Sthenelus' cry of pain made her back up into the trunk of the tree she was still stationed in. Tears began to pool in her eyes as she saw the blood flowing from his wounds. Hastily she bit her tongue, hoping that it would give her mind something else to concentrate on. Her sight was needed right now. She couldn't do anything for them at this moment, but someone was bound to to jump into the fight and give her the distraction she needed. Especially after the villain's challenge. She shivered as she remember his boasting of how he had caught many powers before. Shaking her head to rid herself of the dark thoughts, she stuffed her hands into her pack by her side and started rearranging things. “Once I'm in the heat of it all, I wont have time to think. Everything has to be in it's place.” she said to herself. OOC: Sorry this post isn't great. It's been a while since I've done any writing here, so yeah... But hopefully it's passable.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Apr 29, 2010 19:05:14 GMT -5
Charles was having fun hacking, slicing, and blowing up enemies as they fled from the mix-n-matched group, but something didn't feel right. There was someone new in the area that wasn't like the others. He looked over in the direction of the new enemy just in time to see him wound Sthenelus with his blade.
"Ah, a powerful one. Heh. Finally I can fight something that's not the equivalent of shooting fish in a barrel. Hope he likes the fires of Ashura!"
Charles started jumping from tree to tree, shooting fiery arrows at the new stranger. Then as each arrow detonated, he kept on getting closer and closer to him, while simply continuing to fire off the explosive projectiles
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on May 7, 2010 21:13:09 GMT -5
Mr. Rabbit listened to the man's speech. When the man began talking about powers, he gave it a mystical quality. Like everyone of them should be able to fly, or fire laser-beams out of their eyes.
Well I'm not one of them. Just a rabbit on a mission. One that everyone seems to want to interfere with.
His opponent seemed to be full enough of himself that he might just be taken off guard by a sudden attack, might being the key word. he crouched down, preparing to charge the large man when, suddenly, one of his temporary allies started firing at the man from the trees.
Mr. Rabbit tracked the movement and then sprang into the opposite direction. With any luck, the man would be cornered and brought down. Permanently.
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Post by Shoni on May 7, 2010 21:18:36 GMT -5
OOC: I have decided that Flint should have shagy hair instead of spiked, it would make him look much cooler.
BIC: Pushing himself off the floor, Flint looked around. Seeing 4 hallways nearby, he decided to take the one farthest to the right. A little farther down the tunnel he could hear two people talking.
"Hey, Jim, what ya think the boss 'll do if we let any of those people in da fuel room behind us?"
"Don't worry, dimwit, they'll never get past the coded door because you, me, and the boss are the only ones that know the password's Fluffy."
Flint blinked "Fluffy? Well, I admit, that's one I never would have thought of them using...” He thought as he looked around the corner. The two men guarding the room didn't look all that big, so he decided to try and make a forced entry.
Flint stepped around the corner and walked slowly toward the door. The two men looked up and Jim yelled.
"Hey what you think your doin you can't go in there. Bob hand me my club, he's still a kid we can take him."
"Uhh... hey, Jim, why is he smiling?"
"Ah, who cares just kill him."
"Ah, sweet mother-!" Was all Jim could say as Flint's foot met his face. Flying back and hitting the door Jim fell unconscious. A second later Bob joined him from a punch in the stomach.
And with that, Flint was walking around the fuel room. Just as he thought he could breath easy for a while, he heard voices outside the door. Picking up a wrench, he prepared himself for battle.
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Post by Tout-Perd on May 28, 2010 3:32:24 GMT -5
OOC: EXCELLENT writing, everybody. Belwyn's got some great characterization, Charles shows an edge, Mr. Rabbit finally says SOMETHING and it's awesome, and the best written post with Flint yet. Nice stuff, nice stuff. Aveiro let out a loud, boisterous laugh, and dipped back, throwing his free hand over his head. The first arrow blazed past him, and he rode the shockwave into a front flip. He put the last of his momentum into a backwards kick, flipping Pablo into the air. He grabbed the knight, and spun out of the way of another shot. With an underhanded lob, he threw the shelled warrior into the path of the third attack. Pablo saw the arrow coming at him… I could use Blue Magic to dissipate the flames, but-“Aveiro!” Pablo extended his hands, the arrow stalling for a moment in the air before. It began to grow in magnitude, shifting to a brighter shade as its heat intensified. “Hm?” The man cocked his head, watching the spectacle. “CHOKE ON IT!” Pablo shouted, and the projectile surged forwards. It caught the Noki in its flames, and shot straight into the side of the building. There was a violent explosion, flinging shrapnel and clods of dirt in all directions. The dust and debris swirled about for a moment, before a figure stepped out of it. Aveiro tapped his sword on his shoulder a few times, blood running from various wounds covering his body. He had a gaping cut on his forehead, evidently where Pablo had slammed into him. “Not bad. One of you goes down boosting another’s attack, and it actually made me bleed. But-“ He leaned to the side, Mr. Rabbit’s spearhead drawing a crimson line across his ribcage. He grabbed the shaft of the weapon, and pulled towards himself. The swordsman lunged in, and put his might into a blindingly fast strike aimed for the rabbit’s throat… -------- “There are some insects that hide in the nests of ants, concealed amongst their numbers despite the carnage they wreck,” A figure, standing a head shorter than Flint, stumped into the room. He moved with the delicate clumsiness of an elderly man, despite the fact that his muscles were still clearly defined and his skin taut. Veins stood out all over his countenance, however, clearly visible through his near translucent hide. “Ants are not clever enough to figure out such things, even with a killer in their midst,” Without facing Flint, the man drew one of his long-nailed hands from his breast. He gestured slightly, and one of the barrels of fuel drifted up from the floor. It hovered noiselessly. “A god is not an ant.” The man moved his hand to the side, and the barrel darted towards Flint, missing by inches. It crashed into the floor, and ruptured open, spilling kerosene all over the floor. The man wordlessly raised his hand again, and a barrel behind the boy shot forwards. OOC: And villain number two surfaces. Same deal. Try not to auto kill him, since he’s another big character.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on May 31, 2010 5:51:08 GMT -5
Hmm... He didn't like fire too much.
Charles stopped for a moment to evaluate the situation and saw the man he was attacking get caught in one of the explosions, and grinned momentarily as he steadied his sword.
Hmm, I hoped that more of those would hit... Oh well
Then, suddenly, he saw the scene change and suddenly his opponent decided to go for an attack on Mr. Rabbit.
It's been a while since I've gotten to do this. This is going to be fun
Soon enough, the burn marks on the beautiful blade were explained. Being too intro the the fight to even notice the other newcommer, Charles' sword, for the first time in months, blazed, almost as if engulfed in fire and he was ready for more fighting, and this time, he not only had the blad, but this blade's closest friend together.
Charles grinned and jumped, once again, from three to tree, and when he got to the tree right near the swordsman, his sword blazed even more than it had done before, and he lunged himself at his opponent blade-first.
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Post by Shoni on Jun 2, 2010 21:03:19 GMT -5
Flint slammed against a wall as the fuel drum hit him. Quickly struggling to his feet, blood trickled down his face.
The old man smiled as he threw another drum toward Flint who had finally gotten to his feet. This time he was quick to react to the attack and stopped it cold with one punch. The opponent frowned as he saw fuel spilling on the ground and Flint's bloody fist. The drum made a deep hollow noise as it fell to the ground.
"Curse you! Haven't you died yet! I've hit you ten times already!” The older man bellowed “ You can't just keep putting your fist through a steel drum. No matter. You wont be able to stand up to me for much longer, fool."
Suddenly, every barrel in the room was floating in midair. Flint tried to think of some some way out of this, he couldn't let himself keep getting beaten like this. Before he could do anything, all the drums flew at him with an intense speed.
Flint slammed against the wall again and again, repeatedly struggling to get on his feet. Finally he succeeded and stood there, hands on his knees, gasping for breath. A smile grew on his face then he began laughing. It made him sound somewhat crazed in his condition.
"Foolish old man.” Flint panted “You can never win, because I will always be better than you."
The old man narrowed his eyes at the young boy. He was bold, that's for sure, but that wasn't what caught his attention. What caught his eye was the sudden change in character that suddenly appeared and a few physical changes as well. Flint's voice had grown deeper and his eyes had turned gray instead of their usual blue.
Still laughing, his eyes shifted to look at the man "My name is Zagaroth."
Zagaroth glanced toward the barrels scattered across the room and suddenly they where frozen in pillars of ice.
"In case your wondering, Flint is still with us. He's just been put in the back of his mind where I usually dwell.” He gave a long suffering sigh “He's being so reckless with his body. He's taking no thought that I need it to be able to survive as well. Usually he could kick you through every wall from here to the next country, but when he broke a crystal he wears around his neck it gave me a chance to seal away his abilities. Now if we can just finish this up quickly it will save us time and injury. If Flint were to find his ice we're all going to die. Or at least the rest of you will."
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Post by Cendra on Jul 6, 2010 20:44:47 GMT -5
OOC: Really, really, really sorry I've been gone for so long guys! Life gets crazy sometimes... But I'm here now! I'll try to catch up and all. BIC “Now!!” Belwyn's mind screamed as she jumped from her perch in the tree. Regaining her balance quickly, she ran toward Sthenelus as discreetly and with as much speed as she could manage, stopping only once she reached his side. After briefly taking in the condition of his shoulder and side wounds, she took out her water, a few bandages and a clear sticky salve. Deciding to begin with the side wound, because of it's apparent severity, she poured water on it to clear away the initial mess. Next, to stop the bleeding, she used the clear cream, gently applying to the injury. Her fingers mixed it with the gray colored blood that still seeped out, and as an affect, it began to slowly turn thicker until it was a efficient enough barrier to stop the bleeding. After applying the bandage as another line of protection, she repeated the process on his shoulder.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 2, 2010 17:39:52 GMT -5
Mr. Rabbit deftly leaped to the side, twisting his spear out of the hands of his opponent in the process. He thrust his spear forward several times, forcing the swordsman to take steps back while blocking the blows from the spear.
Behind him he could hear the new opponent as well as the responses of his teammates. This swordsman demanded his attention though, and to turn on him would cause the deaths to at least some of his teammates, and he needed them right now.
Mr. Rabbit began to jump around the swordsman, thrusting at him all the while. He knew that eventually the swordsman's blade would catch up with him, he was far too skilled to be completely thrown off, but that move would be one of his last.
OOC: Btw Lee, in case I didn't mention it to you before, Mr. Rabbit hasn't actually said anything.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 20, 2010 18:11:46 GMT -5
“So, the lion’s tapeworm believes itself to be the true king of the beasts, and the lion is cowed,” The man smiled faintly, his black teeth barely visible in the shadows of the room. Despite his frailty, he didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold.
One of the dark veins on his arm throbbed noticeably, and he took a moment to glance at it.
“Even a sleeping lion should not be left in the fold,” The man held up his hand, and suddenly clenched it into a fist. There was a roar as dozens of shards of wood exploded through the walls, and shot directly towards Zagaroth/Flint.
“When one has mice, one brings in cats. When one has cats, one brings in dogs. When the dogs run wild, one brings in wolves to lay them low,” The man didn’t look towards his opponent, instead stumping towards the only wall that hadn’t been damaged, “And when one has lions, they make something bigger to destroy that.”
He put up his hand, the wall peeling back from the middle. Split in half vertically, the steel of the wall rolled slowly downwards. A titanic tan paw, the size of a garbage-can lid, shot outwards. It couldn’t reach the two Powers, but its claws ripped hand-wide furrows into the steel as it pulled back into the shadows. Two gleaming golden orbs, easily larger than softballs, shone from the darkness. After a moment, they narrowed.
“The falcon spots a mouse below it…” The man turned his bloodshot eyes towards Zagaroth/Flint, “The only thing the mouse can do is run.”
The man dropped to his knees, slamming his palm into the floor. The remnants of the wall crushed downwards, clearing the way for the gigantic monster. It twitched slightly, extending gigantic claws from their sheaths. Two pairs of fangs, easily longer than a man’s arm, protruded from its jaws with sinister curves. Its fur was as black as coal, with golden stripes that shimmered in the dim light. Its legs were the same shade as the stripes, fading into black as it rose towards the body. A tail as long as a utility pole lashed back and forth, twitching in anticipation. All in all, the creature was easily large enough to dwarf a truck.
It stared at Flint, its hackles slowly raising. It let out a rumbling growl, resonating deep in the back of its throat, and then pulled back its lips in an expression of pure malevolence. It hissed, the noise more akin to the roaring wind than a threatening cat. Its muscles coiled as it drew into itself, and then bounded for the icy warrior. Its paw caught his in its mass, and they both exploded through the wall and into the forest once more. ------- The swordsman threw himself backwards, avoiding Charles’ strike barely. The flames still scorched him, the skin on his left arm visibly reddened and blistering. Aveiro threw an offhanded slash at Charles, mostly to buy himself some room. It pushed him back, but a smaller opponent lunged under the crossed blades and into the fray.
Aveiro jumped back several steps, the sheet metal almost at his back. He kicked off the side of the building, twisting aside as the spear shot past him. It ripped into the metal of the building with a screech.
A titanic fist closed on his left shoulder, the joint cracking audibly. Aveiro winced, though he didn’t bother to look back.
“So, the big one’s back up again, huh?” Aveiro lowered his blade to his side, and swept back with a perfect stab. Sthenelus jerked his meaty arm, throwing the swing off by enough to avoid it. He spun, hurling the killer against the wall. Aveiro fells to his hands and knees, breathing heavily.
“It will not be triumph for you, dastard. Your attempts are in vain, for our quest is the will of the Lord in the Heavens above, and the Queen of the Fey Court below,” Sthenelus closed a massive fist, and took a half step towards his fallen enemy.
WHAM! A leonine beast the size of a moving van exploded from the building, scraps of sheet metal and loose timbers flying in all directions. It bowled straight through the immense Sthenelus, bearing him and Flint to the leaf litter. As it landed, the debris shot up in a cloud around it, obscuring it in a cloud of rotting twigs and decaying leaves.
Aveiro took advantage of the distraction, sweeping his leg around and grabbing his dropped weapon in one sinuous motion. He aimed the kick for Belwyn’s leg, and grabbed for her as he rose. If he got close enough, he’d seize her by the neck and hold his weapon to her throat.
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Post by Shoni on Aug 21, 2010 16:44:40 GMT -5
Crossing his arms, Zagaroth braced himself for the impact as the beast came crashing through all the debris in the room. The two collided and smashed through the wall. Debris flew all over the battle field out side of the building, as Zagaroth and the lion landed on the ground. The lion continued to run possibly planning to smash Zagaroth into one of the many frozen trees. Planting his feet into the ground, Zagaroth tried to slow down so the impact of the lion and the tree wouldn't hurt as badly, but then an idea struck him. About a foot from the tree he lifted his feet from the ground and pressed them against the tree. Pushing off, he flipped into the air, by the time his feet where over his head he was above the lions shoulders. "That's perfect I know how to win or at least start winning." Thought Zagaroth. Ice blades formed on Zagaroth's fists. Landing neatly on the lions back, he thrust both blades between the cats shoulders, blood splattered every where and the lion roared in pain. Zagaroth jumped down from the lion, quickly swinging his blades at the lions front left paw hoping to cripple the beast. Unfortunately the lion was just as fast and dodged before turning to bite Zagaroth. Leaping back in pain, the cat rubbed a paw across the x shaped wound that had appeared on its face. "Is this all you got old man? If it is then as soon as I'm done here you're going down."
Zagaroth's laugh echoed through the forest as he said these words. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flint opened his eyes and looked around. "What is this place? Where am I?" Flint was surrounded by a maze of walls. In the middle of the maze was a huge pillar of ice. Curious, he began to jog towards it.
"Well, I guess that would be as good a way as any..."
Flint had been running for a while when a huge monster jumped off the wall in front of him. "Ha, boy, if you want to get to the middle of the maze you have to go through me. But you're so small, there's no chance of that ever happening. Perhaps if you leave now I will spare you life. " Said the monster. "Well, actually I think I'm starting to understand where I am. And if I'm right, then there's no way you can beat me . Hit me with your best shot." The monster grinned as he came charging forward, fist drawn back, ready to strike. The first fist struck the ground where Flint was standing. The monster looked around confused Flint was no where in sight. A yell from above caused the monster to look up and see Flint closing in on him with a large Claymore in his hands. "Oh-" The monster never got to finish his sentence he disintegrated as the Claymore went through him like a hot knife through butter. "Hmm... This must be one of the weaker mental defenses. I still have a long way to go it seems, to get to the middle of the maze. I hope I remember all the things I've stashed in my memory." Flint rested the Claymore on his shoulder and walked toward the middle of the maze. "Nothing is going to stop me. Nothing."
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Post by Cendra on Aug 23, 2010 21:13:42 GMT -5
Belwyn was caught off guard for a moment by the commotion that broke out suddenly just a few feet away from her. Unfortunately this was just enough for her to find herself in another sticky situation. She had felt her legs being knocked out from beneath her, but by the time she had thought enough to react, she found that she couldn't. She was trapped! A strong hand had her by the neck and breathing was difficult to say the least. She fought to try to get away from her captor, but stilled as she felt the edge of a blade brought her skin. It was strange, even though the blade was obviously cold, a burning sensation felt as though it crawled along her skin. A nearly silent scream left Belwyn's throat, but it was impossible to scream now. She couldn't get enough air in her lungs for the sound. Panic rose higher in her chest, the pain becoming more intense the longer she stayed there. Black spots began to enter her vision. With the last bit of coherency she had, Belwyn reached into her bag for the alcohol she used for disinfectant. She opened the bottle and tossed the substance in the general direction of her attacker hoping, somehow, it would blind or at least surprise him enough to loosen his grip on her throat. If he did this, she might have a chance of grabbing one of her own weapons from their place. OOC: I really missed writing! Enjoyed getting this bit done allot! hehe.
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