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Post by serraskai on Nov 15, 2009 15:47:03 GMT -5
The world was a dark and frightening place, Millica had always known that. In a place like this, that statement was a bit more literal.
She stood on the cracked surface of what had once been some kind of gladiatorial arena, home to games of guts and glory, games of death and games you couldn't live without. She was there to mockingly recreate the glorious days of this decrepit place- in a battle to the death with another capable warrior.
Some people lived for the rush of battle.
Some people died for it.
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Post by Angel on Nov 15, 2009 16:09:43 GMT -5
He was standing at the other end of the arena, looking peaceful as always. His black hair pure and his body wrapped in a red cloak. His body looked almost glimmering in the light that did shine upon the arena and his eyes were devoid of all feelings.. as everything else in him was. Some people did indeed live for the rush of battle, but that was not Kaimu. He had been raised under the ideal that he was to create a world without battle. But at the same time, it was strange that he had to be violent in order to achieve it. Or maybe it was just ironic.
However the case.. this person was surely one of the people he had to take down. It was obvious to him that he needed to compete. Now, it was up to who made the first move. He was the kind of person that liked to wait as long as possible, and not give away any cards that didn't need to be given away. His mind was always scheming, always thinking a step ahead.
"It seems like it's too late to backdown for you. Your too far in the red. I'm afraid that there is no choice but to take action against you." he said simply, uncaring at attempting to simulate any emotions. This is why he got rid of Angel.. she wouldn't have allowed this moment. He allowed himself to feel the natural energy of the land fill him before focusing entirely on his opponent.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 15, 2009 16:15:48 GMT -5
"I wouldn't dream of backing down anyway." Millica said as she brought her massive weapon, titled after her people, to bear. "That's not the way of the Kerensky." She whispered to herself with a cool, calm focus that sounded not like her at all. She took a series of deep breaths, drawing all her focus to a central point in which it could be manipulated and wielded.
With that, she rushed her opponent, ducking low and swinging in an upward motion at his legs without so much as a battle cry uttered.
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Post by Angel on Nov 15, 2009 16:21:01 GMT -5
His body which had been filled with the power of transparent magic easily ignored the weapon she had carried, passing through it as if she has struck thin air which she had. The second the weapon passed his body using her own swinging momentum against her, he undid it's power and quickly lifted his foot, attempting to slam it against her body.. enhanced slightly by his inhuman speed. He bet that it's aim would be true, his legs being longer than any fist. Plus, it all should have happened before she even finished her swing. He hoped it would give him a heads up in the occurring fight.. the first blow.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 16, 2009 13:40:10 GMT -5
Millica was quite surprised when she felt no resistance- her blade wasn't particularly sharp and wasn't known for slicing enemies in two cleanly. It was a brutal, tearing weapon that caused horrendous wounds- which is how she knew something was wrong.
Abandoning her weapon in mid-swing, Millica began a hasty step backwards, but to no avail. Her assailant's foot drove into her stomach at an awkward angle, given her retreat. The blow spun her completely around but wasn't enough to knock her from her feet, and instead gave her the momentum she needed for three hopping steps back, away from her opponent.
Her weapon was beyond her opponent from her current position- already this wasn't going well.
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Post by Angel on Nov 16, 2009 13:50:18 GMT -5
He allowed himself a breath, his planned blow hand made it mark in just the right spot for him. Thin, allowing direct contact with his foe's body, not padded with any armor or thick clothing. This made not using transparency after the blow worthwhile, instead focusing on the power given to him by his eternal rival. The power of Summoning a specific creature into someone's body by direct contact.
However, unlike the sneaky Eiron, he wasn't planning on using this for spying or anything else. No.. to him it had one purpose right now. There was a time for sneaking around, toying with someone and there was a time for direct action and results. He stood there and let the Parasite explode from within her own body, near the stomach. Basically a undodgeable blow in essense. Another turn of power wonderfully used in Kaimu's mind.. a bit closer to victory. Just in case something happened, he kept his eye on her weapon, ready to defend it's recapture.. or anything else fishy that it might be capable of.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 16, 2009 18:08:53 GMT -5
Millica lurched forward, her stomach becoming a knot of pain as something within was released- a parasite, the product of her enemies attack, no doubt. The creature wormed, then burst from her stomach, flailing from it's confides in a moment of blissful freedom.
However, something was wholly wrong. No blood, no gore, no bits or chunks of meat fell away as the creature burst forth. No- only her shirt was torn, scraps of it falling around her as snow.
"Yeah, I can pull that trick too." Millica said as she put a hand on her temple, relieving the pain of the rapid loss of her energy stores needed to use such an ability. "Not quite as fancy as your own, but I'll take what I can get, I suppose." She pushed up her glasses as she assumed a shaky battle stance, preparing for another assault.
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Post by Angel on Nov 18, 2009 20:45:00 GMT -5
He stood their, quiet. He wasn't sure what was the best option here. He didn't want to make any stupid moves, and he still didn't really have a firm grasp on her fighting stance. He wanted to observe, not fight.. it was the danger of fighting someone you didn't know.. you couldn't be prepared. It's why he waited so long with Eiron.
He moved himself, keeping his eye on the girl towards her weapon. Placing his foot on it, he tested to see if it had any energy of it's own, any bizarre magic. If it did, he would start absorbing it like any other energy, and then if it did, he would eradicate it from the weapon as well, preventing it from being used in some kind of.. "retraction, or long range" kinda way. All while staring at her, after his business was done he let out his power again, causing more glimmers to appear around him.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 18, 2009 23:52:52 GMT -5
Millica outstretched a single arm towards her opponent, but kept her distance at a steady thirty-or-so feet from her opponent as she reconsidered her situation.
She was unarmed (not that it hindered her too much, she simply couldn't attack as easily) and her opponent was, for all intents and purposes, in possession of her weapon, the gift and pride of her people. Things were going smoothly, all things considered.
As Millica considered her battle plan, she also considered the repercussions. If she simply charged, the enemy may strike her again and cause that thing to tear from her stomach (which despite doing little real damage had hurt like a bitch) and drain her of her energy supply again. But if she attacked with her ranged spell, then the enemy would likely simply deflect or resist it, putting her right back to where she started minus the energy she would waste. Lastly, if she attempted to recall her weapon she'd be far too open to attack, and her opponent was standing on it anyway.
Smooth, yeah.
Things were going smooth.
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Post by Angel on Nov 20, 2009 2:44:53 GMT -5
He stood there.. obviously she wasn't planning on making any moves. She wasn't idiotic, at least Kaimu could say that. His power had already vanished, and he was considering how to use it again this time. Repeating the process from last time, he just smiled and looked over at her. "Doesn't seem like your going to move.. did you lose the will to fight? If so.. then you should just run. I don't have the time to deal with people who are going to get cold feet. You resisted death already once though, so no one could blame you for clinging to your life instead of being killed by my hands. I've killed my own friends without thinking twice, it matters not to me.. you'll be gone either way and I'll be a little closer to my goal.." he said, his face still expressionless. It wasn't actually directly meant to be a taunt, but he noticed that people with emotions tended to make rash moves or become heavily distracted when provoked and he wasn't interested in keeping this stand off. He could stand here in this position for years if need be though, if the situation ended up warranting it.. He wasn't about to make a fatal mistake.
Boredom, fear, nervousness, it wasn't anything he felt. Everything in his mind was based on logic, which cleared him from doubt. The right decision was always the right decision.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 20, 2009 2:55:58 GMT -5
Millica mocked her opponents words- who the hell did he think he was? A Kerensky wouldn't run even if it meant the death of themselves and their loved ones!
"You know, the thought of running had never actually crossed my mind."
With that, Millica fell forward, raising a single bent leg forward as she did. As soon as the sound of her shoe hitting the tile beneath her began to sound, she rushed. Her speed wasn't anything legendary, but then her opponent wasn't far from her (a mere twenty feet or so) so she may still have a chance here. Nearing her opponent, she launched her open-palm hand forward at her opponents chest.
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Post by Angel on Nov 20, 2009 3:00:30 GMT -5
He sighed.. too easy. He just stood their, letting her re-do the way this battle started. He had been transparent again, which he felt that she would have predicted by now. He would wait for her to use that running moment of hers, and once she rushed right through him, he would use his own speed to slam his hand at her lower back or side, whatever was easiest to hit in the position based on when she stopped. .. though doing so letting down his magic again, bringing him back into the world so he could arm his fist.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 20, 2009 3:07:19 GMT -5
Oh yes, that trick.
Millica rushed clean through her opponent, seeing through his counter attack instantaneously. As soon as she was completely "out" of his untouchable body, she started. He ghosted the fist by mere millimeters as she unleashed her plan.
With a bit of snarl she unleashed one of her ranged techniques, but one she knew her opponent would have simply become intangible for. However at this close of range there was little hope.
Exactly one thousand tiny strings ending in equal sized needles rushed from her back in a vicious display of malice. Feeling pleased, she couldn't help but say it-
"Death of a... Thousand Stings!"
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Post by Angel on Nov 20, 2009 3:17:27 GMT -5
Oh, she wasn't as bad as he thought. He let the needles come at him as he slammed his other arm in her direction, trying to take an advantage of any possible recoil she might have and the fact that she was dodging his other blow, the needles were painful, but he was not a human, he didn't have the stop and grab reaction that others might have and he was not ready to stop attacking just because he was hurt. The needles, however painful had not pentrated him very well his skin being made of something a bit tougher than normal skin, and his vitals being easily protected from such a thing. When the needles had entered him, however slightly he instantly started letting his energy eradication out.. making sure that the painful needles were all that was going to hit him.. attempting to get rid of any negative energy of effect they might have along with the blow. It was horribly painful.. nothing he liked but attacking her was more important. After attempting the blow with his hand, he would try and use his leg to ram into her again, thinking that if she was able to dodge another fist she a kick would have more range to help him, again, he concentrated his bank on giving him the energy to arm his blows.. which was a bit painful, but he couldn't lose the upper-hand he had worked for.
His mind had to work as fast as he ever let it work before. Every second counted.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 20, 2009 3:31:28 GMT -5
That was unexpected.
Most people, when stabbed at such a close range, reeled from the damage, allowing Millica a chance to gather her thoughts. That wasn't the case here.
The weight of the enemy ramming her was enough to jar her out of her false state of mind, sending her toppling forward. However, her agility was more than enough to catch her, and in place of repeating the process she slammed her hands downward, catching herself, and hand-springing back in a sort of double-foot kick directed right at her oncoming opponent's face.
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