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Post by serraskai on Nov 21, 2009 23:26:02 GMT -5
So. Of. A. Bitch.
Millica's plan had fallen apart when her opponent didn't make the assumption that she was simply dodging to the left or right. She had no idea what ideas had crossed his mind, but it wasn't what she wanted him to think. The winds whipped and tore at her, sending her toppling in a seemingly random direction, where she slammed down to the earth again with considerable force.
Rising to her feet, she held her weapon before her again, but calmly evaluated the way this was going. There seemed like little hope now, but she had wounded him earlier. If you can wound it, you can kill it. Holding her ground, she planned out her next attack.
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Post by Angel on Nov 21, 2009 23:38:23 GMT -5
Kaimu had plenty of different types of energy.. the energy he absorbed, and the energy he had been given from other sources. This allowed him to virtually use up no physical energy for his blows.. but the needles and the constant running had been tiring him out. He wanted to rest his aching body, his now tired eyes from the strain it took to see her with.. he wished that the winds had been enough to knock her out. He stood their, doing nothing. He absorbed in the energy from the tornado and let it swirl around his feet again, but it was dampened by half from use. He simply stood their, waiting. This time arming himself.. he needed to find a way to end this. Now. No more defense.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 21, 2009 23:48:37 GMT -5
Millica saw it. They had reached an accord without a word. The fight needed to end. The both of them were weary from combat, but from each other's attacks they had gathered energy enough to fuel this final assault against one another- this would be the last hurrah for one of them, but Millica had but one thought in her head- death would be the only way for her to stop fighting.
Sliding her feet into a better position, making her stance wide with her weapon held forward, Millica lowered her body with a subtle bend of her legs, digging into the dirt as she did it. This left her with but two choices, determining who this final attack would come from.
And who will it be?
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Post by Angel on Nov 22, 2009 0:00:09 GMT -5
Enough was enough, it was time to do something horribly risky and drastic. Letting the transparency magic fill him softly, he ran up to the woman with all the enhanced speed he could muster, acting as if he was going to strike her. But how could he if he wasn't solid?
(Still visible of course.)
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Post by serraskai on Nov 22, 2009 1:10:42 GMT -5
Millica saw her opponent coming at her at a frightening speed, and she gripped her weapon tighter.
Kicking off of her her dug-in position, Millica raised her weapon to a more combat-prepared position as she charged her opponent with her own counterattack to end it all.
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Post by Angel on Nov 22, 2009 1:59:05 GMT -5
When theygot a lot closer he started stopping himself and even though he was actually still transparent, he attempted to "stab" her with his arm her once again. He was attempting to aim near the area she had hit before on her side but realizing that with her charging that his aim could be off.
(Yes, he can't attack you like this. Not that you would know that he isn't.. though you've seen it working enough to maybe have suspicions.. don't know. )
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Post by serraskai on Nov 22, 2009 2:20:02 GMT -5
Millica ghosted his stabbing motion, oblivious to its harmlessness. She extended her arms and dragged her weapon's blade across the area where his chest was portraying itself to be, but in all honesty would be entirely unsurprised if it faded right through him again.
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Post by Angel on Nov 22, 2009 2:24:59 GMT -5
It did run right through his body, but he didn't stop or slow down. He sent another "stabbing" fist, this time headed for her stomach where he had it the first time.. letting the sword run through him unharmed. He didn't drop his transparency. Maybe if he kept doing this.. she wouldn't know when the real blow came.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 22, 2009 2:29:27 GMT -5
So he was still intangible, huh? Well there was a real easy way to determine if he was or was not now.
When her opponent stabbed at her again, Millica had a simple, easy solution for determining if it was a real attack or not. Swiping her weapon across the arm, she would see if the man was willing to sacrifice his appendage for his attack.
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Post by Angel on Nov 22, 2009 2:35:15 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9g2EJsK130&feature=relatedIt was. The second his arm connected with the stomach, a horrible pain would run through both combatants body.. as if their minds were rejecting some massive force. Kaimu had undid his magic.. with his arm still in her stomach. He let out the parasite quickly with a horrible cry of pain as both his mind tried to figure out where his arm began and her body ended, how it even had gotten there... Her blade ripped through his arm as he set off the explosion in her stomach and used the wind that had been swirling beneath his feet to jet himself as far away from her as he possibly could, throwing his body in another direction forcibly. His severed arm was leaking a thick, slimy gray fluid and he was in terrible pain.. so much that he was screaming with agony. "Mission.. complete?" he said.. looking over at her to make sure the damage was done.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 22, 2009 2:52:56 GMT -5
Surprise was the first thing that crossed Millica's mind. He had actually given up his arm for this. Who would have thought that? All at once, however, the feeling was gone. Her mind blurred and in turn overwhelmed by a piercing agony that tore her mind asunder. This was replaced, or rather added on to, by the feeling of a parasite tearing from within her. Her meager energy reserves kept the creature from tearing from her wholeheartedly, but they quickly ran dry, and the creature tore from it's fleshy prison. The wound wasn't by any means insignificant- but it wasn't the full extent of the creature's wrath. Collapsing to the ground, Millica propped herself up with her weapon, and withdrew the Ageless watcher. "Millica.... come on. Stop." "No." She said valiantly. She knew it would never understand. It was not like her- it was not a Kerensky. The Kerensky never backed down. They never quit. They were the most elite, they were the combat gods. They were the greatest. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iaewnb2GapU&NR=1"I... will not stop." She took a lumbering step forward, using her weapon as a crutch. "I will not falter." Another step, this time with her weapon raised as the watcher pointed her to her opponent. "I will not kneel." She could see her opponent, a ways away. "And I will never just stop, Ninepin. Never." She slammed the watcher back into it's pouch, and held her weapon as best she could despite her arms screeching agony and her new wound's angry protest. "I am a KERENSKY!" |
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Post by Angel on Nov 22, 2009 3:02:24 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUSAzjEwsXo&feature=related..f..uck.." he said softly, he hadn't won. Well, with his arm already in this condition, he couldn't well continue this fight. The risk was now 60%.. he had too much souls in him to barter with.. and a promise. In his mind, there was two priorities. His mission, and and his survival.. , guess which one came out on top? Survival. This battle was a small one in the eyes of a mission, if he surivived he could retaliate another day and live to complete it. If he fought, he could end up losing everything. Wasn't worth it.. he had not the pride that she had, crawling over to him, damaging herself further. It was pitiful. Humans. Disgusting. Standing up.. and grabbing one of his energy vials, threw it at her face. It wasn't meant to be a finishing blow of any sort.. he just wanted to leave his mark on her once more. "Your time still is running out." he said, and turned on his transparency for the last time, making him not invisible, but ghostly. He turned away from her and ran.. he knew his parents would pick him up.. they were always watching him. [Kaimu forfeits. I could have won, but not without going completely out of character which to me, is worse than making up an attack on the spot. Congrats Serras! Sorry for the anti-climatic ending]
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Post by serraskai on Nov 22, 2009 3:10:25 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lO6eHDuN1wg&feature=relatedMillica smiled with a sense of satisfaction as her opponent fled. Fleeing wasn't for cowards, not like people say. Intelligent people fled, and all that meant is that this beautiful fight would play out again, some day. The wonder of fighting for one's life was what Millica lived for, after all. Collapsing from her wound, Millica smiled at the delicious irony of her battle high wearing off. This was an ancient arena, after all. Dozens if not hundreds of battles had been fought here. Alliances forged. Backs stabbed. Shit talked. Here, she had fought a capable warrior. Millica lived for this rush of battle. One day she knew she would die for it.
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