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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 0:54:26 GMT -5
Millica was pleased that her opponent no longer fired upon her, but was more distraught by her opponent's attempted distractions. She could feel a coiling numbness, which her own abilities as a Kerensky were attempting to combat, making the process take longer than what was no doubt expected.
A tiny weapon of seeming insignificance sprung forward, but Millica's rage and focus blinded her to it, but the angle of her body and the placement of her thick, unique armor disregarded it, bouncing it aside without a thought.
Ghosting the sword without a second thought, Millica intended on slamming the blackened foe with the mere weight of her body. An attack lacking in finesse, maybe, but that meant by no means that she was beyond doing it.
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 1:21:25 GMT -5
Iskra let out a grunt as her opponent slammed into her in midair, her armor saving her from her poisoned trap. A tangled mess of arms and legs, they toppled to the ground, Iskra flattened below her opponent’s heavy armored body. Oof…that turned out differently in my head.
Still, things were not so bad. The layer of liquid armor that encased Iskra’s Battle Uniform solidified with the impact, absorbing most of the energy from both the collision and the brutal fall to the ground. And what was more, she was now in the perfect position for her real area of expertise: grappling. Poisonous barbs sprung upon on her hips, shoulders, and thighs as she began coiling her limbs around her opponent’s, trying to pin them against her. She attempted to heave her hip barbs into her foe’s unarmored sides, simultaneously trying to throw her off and poison her. Her right leg and arm moved to wrap around her opponent’s corresponding limbs, in order to pin them out of the way and further the transfer of balance and get her off of Iskra. Finally, with her left hand, she aligned the bones in her thumb, causing a surgically implanted knife to slide out from underneath her synthetic fingernail. This she thrust up at her opponent’s face, trying to catch her in the throat.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 1:45:50 GMT -5
Millica was actually pleased to see that her ramming maneuver had contacted her opponent, but the result was more surprising.
As Millica lifted herself from her opponent, barbs shot forth, stabbing into her hands, her arms, her legs... she had already withdrawn her body beyond the point of harm, but the disturbing new attack method had kept her, as well as another of her opponents tricks. The grappling maneuver wouldn't allow Millica to escape until she had had rolled over every spike, it seemed.
The dagger that suddenly came at her was defeated by a flex of Millica's shoulders, which bounced the weapon away. With that, the enemies movement was finished, and in a combination of dropping away from her enemy and enduring as much pain as they felt they could inflict on her, Millica was found herself upon the ground several feet away, trying to regain her feet.
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 1:52:20 GMT -5
Iskra rolled in the opposite direction as her opponent, gaining as much distance as she could in a few short rolls. Coming to a stop on her side, she drew her pistol again, took aim, and pulled the trigger, firing from the ground.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 2:02:42 GMT -5
Millica dove from her present position, her body numbing as she did. Mid-dive, a bullet slammed into her skull, tearing it and punching a hole clear through her- blood spurted as Millica hit the ground.
With a gasp and a spasm, Millica rolled across the ground, only barely meeting her destination of her weapon. The bullet's initial entry point had been defeated by her powers, however renewed they had been. The exit wound, however, was only partially closed, and Millica was already losing tremendous amounts of blood from the open wound.
Dragging herself to her feet, Millica let out a cry of agony as she hefted her bulky weapon up. Her arms ached, blood seeped from cracks in her burned skin and dripped rather quickly down onto the weapon that was, ironically, named the blood of Kerensky. Her arms numb and her brain now practically leaking out entirely from the gap in her head, Millica hadn't the patience nor the ability to laugh at the irony.
She could hear the watcher, within his pouch, begging her to stop, but it would be no different this time. She would fight until she was dead, no matter how much that would take.
And so, with her head held high and her goal in complete focus, Millica valiantly marched towards the opponent, with only these words to say;
"If you must kill me, grant me the honor of knowing your name."
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 2:10:25 GMT -5
Iskra slowly clambered to her feet, her body aching from the midair collision and ensuing grappling session. Her opponent was mortally wounded, but she kept her pistol drawn all the same.
“My name is Iskra Likhovich, Revenant of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Ashoka Kirmizi.” She nodded her head slightly, as close a bow as she was permitted to give. “It was an honor to cross my blade with yours. I would very much like to know your name.”
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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 2:14:13 GMT -5
Millica limped until her opponent was very near her, within spitting distance, as it were.
"Millica Loise Kerensky," she said solemnly, breathless. "The watcher of Karna." She said that part with a smile. With that, Millica removed her hat from her head, and dropped it to the ground in a pagan display of honor. "The only thing I ask of you is; if you ever see a young boy by the name of Allard Liao-" Millica lowered her head slightly. "Do look after him for me, would you?"
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 2:20:09 GMT -5
Iskra nodded and drew her short sword, symbol of the Imperial Revenants, her most prized possession and honored weapon. “I will do so in your memory, Millica Loise Kerensky, Watcher of Karna.” She smiled sadly.
The blade flashed forward. “Farewell, sister.”
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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 2:23:44 GMT -5
Boom.
Gotcha.
Millica ghosted her opponent sword, fading to her left side and ramming her own weapon into her Iskra's ribs in an attempt to slice her top half clear off, or at least make her remember this fight for all time.
"Nothing against you or your honor, but we have a saying... by any means necessary."
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 2:33:25 GMT -5
“Well played Millica, well played.” Iskra said, smiling through gritted teeth. Suspecting treachery, she had blocked the weapon with her left hand, catching the razor sharp blade in her open palm. The blade had sliced clean through, stopping halfway up her forearm, halted by the compounding liquid armor coating her uniform. Iskra’s blood clotted immediately on contact with the outside air, effectively sealing the blade within her arm.
“But now you die!” Twisting her flayed arm to fully expose her opponent, she stabbed forward, aiming right between Millica’s eyes.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 2:37:10 GMT -5
Releasing he weapon as it stabbed into her enemy, Millica hopped back, away from her opponent, skidding to a halt as she let her arms sag. They were almost completely numb by now, and her legs were following through.
"Damn, I really thought that would work." She said solemnly, her wounds taking their toll. She heaved a soft breath as her legs shook, threatening to give out on her, but she said nothing more as she lowered her face, her gaze locking on to the ground.
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 2:44:11 GMT -5
“No offense taken, I assure you.” Iskra smiled, leaping backwards as well. Her arm hurt like a son of a bitch, but it was nothing compared to torture resistance training. She suppressed a shudder.
The summoning seal on her short sword glowed brilliant red, and was instantly replaced by her pistol. Without another word, she took aim and began firing. This time, she would not stop until Millica was down, and stayed down.
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Post by serraskai on Nov 23, 2009 2:55:05 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LbkxP_UCBQ&feature=relatedI am content.As before, the bullet entered Millica's face with little real damage done, but when it exited the hole it left was a grievous one. I am content.Her already weakened, numb knees collapsed under her weight as a second shot rammed itself into her chest, just in the folds of her armor and wrenching a hole in her heart before tearing out her back. I am content.The third and final shot hit her neck, destroying her jugular vein and splashing her shoulder with bits of meat, flesh and blood. I am content.Millica leaned back as her wounds cried out, but the pain didn't last. Slumping to the ground, Millica allowed her blood and thoughts to pool around her. She would never return to Karna. Her mission was incomplete. She had never found Allard Liao. She had never regained the honor of the Kerensky. She had never earned the crown she so boldly bore every day upon her commoner's hat. I am content.With that thought, Millica could hear breath stop... hers. She could hear a heart beat... slowly.... slowly.... slowly... slowly... slowly.... I am content.
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Post by Kismet on Nov 23, 2009 3:10:42 GMT -5
www.imeem.com/radiojemeela/music/pdKGTs30/motoi-sakuraba-hailstorm/Iskra watched through her Oculus lenses as Millica’s heart slowly stopped. It was over. Gritting her teeth, she tore lose her blade from her arm, her wounds resealing immediately, though the pain tore at her. Reverently, Iskra placed the sword in Millica’s hands, folding them over her body. Another warrior claimed by the arena. Another ghost for Iskra to bear. “We were the same.” she said quietly. “We really could have been sisters, you know?” Staring at Millica’s shattered corpse, Iskra knew that she would one day share her fate. That she would lie cold and dead across the uncaring earth, small and broken. She closed her eyes, holding the feeble flame of her Emperor’s light close to her heart. She turned, and slowly walked out of the arena, not looking back. “Now we’re both dead inside.” BATTLE CONCLUDED.[/size]
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