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| Oreyn Vs. Nevermore; Valdigas Vs. Rath | |
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| Topic Started: 14 Nov 2008, 07:09 PM (123 Views) | |
| Nevermore | 14 Nov 2008, 07:09 PM Post #1 |
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(Here's his bio, just in case: http://role-player.net/single/?p=8032379&t=7024528) The door shut quietly behind him as Rath left the inn the next morning. Despite all the fun he had last night he still found his bed empty in the morning, his company had already left. With a sigh he'd packed his small assortment of things and paid the innkeeper on his way out. Now he was headed down the street towards the town exit, there was nothing for him here anymore after all. His last job paid alright, but there were no more jobs here so it was on to the next town. As Rath was wont to do he checked the news board on his way out of town. Sure enough, there among the wanted posters was a poor sketch of him. He spit on the ground, "One of these days I'm gonna hunt down that artist and make him draw a decent picture," Rath spoke, but then something caught his eye, a new face among the others. "What have we here? Not a bad price, might try to find him." Rath turned and started out of the town, mumbling to himself, "wonder if i can turn myself in, collect the money and escape..." |
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| Oreyn | 15 Nov 2008, 01:02 AM Post #2 |
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((Valdigas' profile: http://role-player.net/topic/7036953/1/#new Just scroll up for it.)) ------------------------------------------------------ It was truly a beautiful day; feathery white clouds floated aimlessly in the baby blue sky draped about the world. Everywhere there was thick, lush greenery and the signs of life everywhere. The chirping of birds echoed beautifully in the air, and the occasional tromping of hooves and feet broke the monotonous harmony of nature. Any normal human would fall in love with such scenery, taken aback by the beauty of nature. Of course, this was no ordinary human - hell, the man was hardly even "human". Gentle stepped paced along the ragged path, dust gently rising and falling with the passing breezes. The figure who walked the path was a tall, slim figure with what seemed to be an average build. The figure - presumed male - was garbed in clothing that would make most people stop and stare: draped in shades of black and red, the articles were stitched with mildly intricate patterns that would make most think they were "exotic". Even the bits of leather he wore for protection had an exotic feel for them, appearing both effective and intricate: an odd, and difficult, balance, to be sure. Over this was a long mantled cloak with a wide collar and tattered bottom. Among the rest of his attire, this seemed "normal" at best. Strapped to his back was a sword - if one could call such a monstrous thing a sword - forged in such an intricate fashion, and with such a size, that made people muse at how such a small figure could possibly wield such a thing. It was securely fastened to his person by a leather loop, and strapped to him with a leather strap. It looked as feral as he did, and seemed to complement him. A single hand went up to catch a few strands of his hair, blown haphazardly by a passing breeze. He hissed violently, detesting this "peaceful" environment he found himself in. He hated to see nature in such beauty, much preferring the dancing death of a roaring blaze than such a thing. His thoughts paused for a moment, attempting to recall the last time he had performed a razing. The fact that it took the dragoon longer than a moment was more than enough evidence for him. He took a moment to plan out what he wanted to do, bit by sickeningly twisted bit, when the faint image of buildings appeared on the horizon. Suddenly, all thoughts of ravaging nature vanished, and now, something stronger filled him. Bloodlust. His thin mouth cracked into a devilish smirk and a long, forked tongue erupted between the thin folds of his lips. It tasted the air for a moment, swishing back and forth across his lower lip before lunging back into his mouth. A rasp, almost hissing laugh rose up in his throat, and his pale golden orbs locked themselves upon the village ahead. Ah, how he longed for blood. He couldn't help but smile as he sped his pace up ever so slightly, eagerly awaiting his arrival. He planned to have a little... "party", while he was there. He could only wait and see how they would respond to his festive mood. |
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| Nevermore | 19 Nov 2008, 07:41 PM Post #3 |
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(Here i am priding myself in my ability to respond quickly, sorry for the delay, college and such) Rath was only a short distance from the town when he noticed an odd looking figure with red hair charging towards the town. Then he recognized the man's face, unmistakable for the picture drawn on the wanted poster. Even though the artist was terrible, there was no mistaking this man's features, he looked like some sort of demon. Rath drew his sword lightning fast and held it out before the man, as if to clothes line him with the blade, there was a sharp grin on his face. "What's the hurry?" He asked is his cool, roguish voice. "You look familar," he looked up as if in deep thought, then his face brightened and he grinned again, "That's right, I saw a wanted poster with your face on it, no mistaking that wild look. You some sort of demon?" Edited by Nevermore, 19 Nov 2008, 07:41 PM.
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| Oreyn | 19 Nov 2008, 11:59 PM Post #4 |
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((No problem. We all have problems like that every now and then.)) The dragoon kept his pace, nearing the town in but a few moments. His powerful legs taking him in massive strides which, to "common" people seemed as though he was teleporting or simply a blur. Yet, as it seemed, one man could see through his movement, and was waiting for him. A crooked grin flashed across his lips as he watched the figure - a man draped in cloth and armor - draw a sword, perhaps as some attempt to stop him. He couldn't help but scoff and laugh in his mind. He? Stopped by a mere blade? Laughable! He would have to teach this man what it meant to face a dragoon - and what it meant to face him. He slowed his pace fraction by fraction as he neared the man, a hand stretching out to act as a brace. He collided hard with the blade brought before him, the dragoon's hand acting as a surprisingly sturdy stopper. He could feel the edge of the blade dig a few centimeters into his flesh, and the sharp spikes of pain that followed. Yet he relished it, loved it. He let out a faint hiss of pleasure as he stood over the man, his digits curling around the rest of the blade, squeezing as if to push it deeper into his own flesh. A few small lines of blood flowed along a groove in his palm, falling to the earth in tiny drips, pounding rhythmically against each other over and over. "Well well well, what have we here? A human? Attempting to stand before me?" a rumbling hiss erupted from his throat, his long serpent-like tongue flicking in and out a few times. His dull-gold eyes looked the man over, sizing him up at face-value. Compared to other men he had seen, this human seemed like nothing special. Yet perhaps there was something with this one; to be able to hold himself there against even a simple action like that was a bit surprising, but nothing overly impressive. Yet perhaps this man could entertain him, for as long as he could last. "Hmm? A poster of me? I'm not surprised. People begin to remember and fear you - remember the fear - when you burn a few villages to the ground, people and all. Still, no one has been stupid enough to try and stop me. You're very brave, stupid, or have a death wish." A sly grin crept onto his thin lips, watching the man's reaction for a moment. He listened to his words, watched him trying to act like a badass. He'd seen it all before, and wasn't impressed thus far. Perhaps he should rip out his vocal cords to prevent him from flapping off, he thought. Until his little comment about the dragoon. "A demon?" Valdigas couldn't help but laugh at such an absurd statement. It was true he had been a truly hellish being in the past - and even now - and his actions had been synonymous with those caused by such hellspawn, but he was definitely no demon. Far from it; he was so much worse. "You could say that... but I'll tell you now, little man, that I'm so much worse. But enough about me. Let's talk about you." His head lurched forward, his malevolent eyes locking with those of the man before him. A sadistic smile had appeared upon his mouth, and remained there as he locked eyes with him. "Judging by your response to my... poster, I'm assuming you're after my head. Is that right?" His head snapped back, his hand releasing the blade a bit before sliding it off, cutting his hand even more. His body kept the momentum from his backlash, launching his taut frame a few feet away before landing sharply upon the ground in an upright position. Those lackluster orbs examined the cuts and gashes he gave his hand, eyes following the slithering sanguine trails that moved across his palm. His long tongue lurched from between his thin lips, lapping up some of his own blood. He licked his hand clean, returning his tongue to the damp hole it dwelled within. A soft laugh escaped his throat before his eyes locked once more upon the man, his attention fully upon him. "I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm going to burn this miserable little cesspool of a town to nothing. Men, women, children... I'll turn them all to ash. However, it looks like you might be able to supply me with some degree of entertainment. So it'll work like this..." he paused a moment, cracking each of his long digits with a hard jerk, following that with his wrists and neck before continuing, "I'll play with you until you break. Then, I'll reduce this town to nothing while you're forced to watch." |
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| Nevermore | 20 Nov 2008, 01:46 AM Post #5 |
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What speed, what strength! Rath exclaimed to himself as he watched the man come at him and then purposefully slam his hand into Rath's sword, the action nearly broke his arm. "Well you ain't human," Rath said, even though it obviously went without saying. Normally Rath would flash his famous grin at an opponent, but the way this sick guy talked to him quelled such an idea. "Originally yes, I was after the price on your head, but now that's just a little extra, now it's about that town there." Rath managed his grin as he pointed his sword at the dragoon and spoke, "I may not be the best person in the world, but if there's one thing I can't stand it's innocent people being hurt, you won't touch those people, I'm no ordinary human." Rath's startlingly blue eyes were lit with determination. The wind blew around him, ruffling his crimson cloak, but his left arm remained concealed. |
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| Oreyn | 20 Nov 2008, 02:21 AM Post #6 |
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Valdigas watched the man for a moment, listening to his self-righteous preachings about defending this town from evil and all that. He reminded the dragoon of every other person who believed they could save innocents from the Terror of The South, that they could even save themselves from his anger. He veiled his indignant anger with manic sadism for the time being, as the charade seemed to hit vital nerves in this man. He could use that to his advantage as he broke this man, bit by bit; bone by bone, until nothing but a bloody lump of flesh and rage would be left. Yes, he would enjoy that. "Oh, such altruism! Such fire! You're determined, aren't you?" he retorted mockingly, his dull-golden eyes remaining on the man, still holding that manic sadism which seemed to instill within this man such a burning ire. Yet the facade would soon pass, and soon the Dragoon would display his true colors. He wondered how this man would take it, he mused, and how long he would last afterwords. But now was not the time to reveal that. Now, he would play with the man a while. "I'll be 'fair' and not use my full strength for now... after all, I wouldn't wanna break you too soon," he said mockingly, a slight rasp to his tone. His hand reached upwards, pulling the massive sword on his back out of its scabbard. He twirled it in his hand for a moment, displaying his strength by wielding such a large sword effortlessly in one hand, before pointing the blade downward, thrusting it deep into the earth. Even he would need to use his strength to pull it out from such a deep tomb. He flashed a snickering smirk towards his opponent, proceeding to space the gap between them by jumping backwards, landing on his hands and springing off them, repeating this a few times until several yards were between them. "Your move, little man!" he shouted condescendingly at his opponent, tensing his arms and legs, just waiting for him to make a move. His ancient mind was already running possible counters as his lackluster orbs remained locked on him, his face portraying an almost excited expression. He would get to have his cake and eat it, too, it seemed. He'd savor this. |
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| Nevermore | 20 Nov 2008, 03:14 AM Post #7 |
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Rath smirked at Valdigas, "I'll get that strength out of you yet, I'm not someone you should take lightly!" Rath dashed forward quickly, quite fast for a human. He soon reached the buried sword and jumped, using it as a step to get more height off his jump. While in the air he held his sword horizontal in front of him, palm open, and called out, "Bang!" Several small explosion erupted all around and on Valdigas. They weren't very strong but could still cause damage with a direct hit. When he hit the ground he didn't lose pace and kept running at the man. His sword twirled around and he slashed straight up at Valdigas, turning his wrist and slamming it down immediately after. He slashed in such a manner that if they hit the cuts would only be shallow, but if they were blocked his sword would not be stopped by the block and would instead keep moving. |
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| Oreyn | 20 Nov 2008, 04:23 AM Post #8 |
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The Dragoon couldn't help but let out a faint, raspy hiss as he heard the man speak. So he thought himself tough, did he? Well, he'd learn just how tough he truly is. So you'll drain my strength, will you? Laughable little pile of flesh, he thought to himself as the man exploded with movement, rushing forward and springing himself off of the Dragoon's massive sword. From there his movements were faintly veiled by the sun, leaving him only a silhouette until a single word was uttered: Bang. All around him small explosions seemed to erupt from thin air, each kicking up dust and debris. Valdigas covered his upper body and face with his arms almost by instinct, shielding his eyes from rocks and dust. They were nothing dangerous, but he didn't want to deal with them in his eyes. Shortly after, he could feel sharp stings all over his arms from more explosions. He could faintly smell the scent of burning flesh, but the damage was nothing special to him. His body was resistant to such things, but even still, it stung. He snarled faintly, growing irritated with these pathetic assaults. Yet this mortal kept up his assault with surprising vigor, bringing his sword to bear with several swift, albeit weak strikes. Several of these met the Dragoon's flesh, dealing small blow after small blow. Yet the coup de gras came from the strong downward blow which followed the smaller strikes. "Enough!" the Dragoon roared, taking the blow with the back of his left forearm and using the continual momentum of the blade to alter its course, knocking it away. He brought the claws of his left hand to bear, using his own momentum to make a semi-circle movement before lunging his hand sharply towards Rath's abdomen. |
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| Nevermore | 20 Nov 2008, 06:21 AM Post #9 |
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The sword was torn from his grasp but the loss of his weapon did not slow Rath down in the slightest. When the man went to strike back Rath turned his body and bent at the waist ever so slightly to the right so that the strike favored the left side of his chest. Sure enough the claws tore right through his leather vest and shirt, even part of his cloak was cut, but they did not strike flesh. There was a sharp rasp as the claws scraped against the metal plate that engulfed most of the left side of Rath's body, the anchor for the arm that replaced his real left arm. The metalic arm instantly sprang from the folds of the cloak, the hidden blade on the back of its "forearm" sliding out smoothly as he slammed it forward while taking a step back. His right arm reached up and drew the lighter, single edged sword from his back. It had two spikes facing a single direction, one as the hand guard and the other coming from the pommel, forming an almost closed guard for the hand. Extending from the hilt was a small rectangle, part of the sheath, that covered half the width of the blade from spine to middle, and ran about six inches down the blade, it added less than an inch to the thickness of the blade, which was fairly thin. Intricate spidery designs were etched black down the lenth of the blade. With a small twist of his upper body he drew the sword from his back and brought it forward in a downward diagonal slash. Other than the blade, the gun-arm was fairly seamless, a smooth work of art that closely resembled a real arm, except it didn't end in a hand. The end of the gun-arm was abruptly cut off with an opening that flowed gracefully from the rest of the metal to form what looked like the end of a large caliber gun barrel. It was connected to his body by his metalic shoulder which was braced with plates that covered most of the left side of his chest and back. |
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| Oreyn | 20 Nov 2008, 09:01 PM Post #10 |
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The Dragoon felt a sense of satisfaction as his powerful claws ripped through cloth. It wasn't until he struck metal that his interest was piqued; what could this man be harboring on his person that was strong enough to resist his claws? It was intriguing, though it seemed he didn't have to wait long to find out. In a single, swift strike a beautiful, metallic arm erupted from the folds of his clothing, and from it a single blade erupted, the energy of his arm leading him into a strike at Valdigas. There wasn't enough time to avoid the strike, so he'd have to make due with what he had. His body hesitated a moment, waiting for the first blade to come forward when from behind him yet another blade emerged. A half-grin crossed the Dragoon's lips, amused at both the quickness of the man and how many little tricks and trinkets he had hidden within that cloak of his. It didn't matter to him, though - no trick would save him. With a single, sharp change of energy, he brought his elbow down hard against the gun-arm, doubting he would do enough to damage it from such a strike, but to divert it. This, of course, gave his sword arm a slightly increased attacking speed, but it couldn't be helped. His other hand shot up, intercepting his other blade and holding it there, his slender digits wrapped firmly around the blade. "Well, aren't you full of tricks, little man. Come now, entertain me! Make me bleed... Or I'll make you bleed." Some part of him wanted to conjure some small amount of Heartfire magic against this man, but he resisted the urge, wanting to save it. Not many were worthy of being scorched by the flames of his being, but this man was beginning to prove his worth - enough to taste a fraction of it, at least. Or perhaps he would finally begin to use his blade? The possibilities were nearly endless, and his desire to kill instead of play growing by the second. His being was practically seething bloodlust at this point, and any warrior with half a brain could sense that from their opponent just by looking at them. |
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| Nevermore | 24 Nov 2008, 06:46 PM Post #11 |
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"Twisted aren't ya?" Rath responded to the Dragoon when he asked Rath to make him bleed. Rath brought the gun-arm back to his side, slightly behind him, ready for use should he need it again. He noticed the way this man could easily block his sword strikes with his arms and hands and only receive minor marks, he sure was a tough bastard. "You sure are tough, what'cha made out of?" He asked with a sharp grin. Though his humor was beginning to falter as he felt Valdigas' urge to kill. Rath had been a fighter since the age of 13 and his senses were quite keen, so it was no surprise that he could feel the blood lust flowing off this guy, as if he had just taken a bath in some strong smelling liquid and was still soaked in it. It was a nasty feeling and Rath knew it was dangerous to remain any closer to this guy than necessary. Luckily for Rath, Valdigas had made the mistake of catching his magic sword. This sword had been bought off a traveling merchant who Rath was quite sure ripped him off quite royally. The man had demanded a ridiculous price for the sword, flaunting it and raving about the powers it held. Rath had been eager to see the sword, but was at first set back by the price. He eventually bought it and has since then decided that this weapon was worth the price. He grinned fiercely at the Dragoon before him, showing a complete lack of fear of this man and his bloody lust to kill. Rath's grip tightened on the hilt of the sword and Valdigas would feel a little heat rising in the blade. Rath placed one foot back and called out, "Infiammarsi!*" He quickly stepped back away from the man and dragged the sword's blade out of his hand and down before him, a trail of flames being left in it's wake. The whole area where he was standing went up in searing flames, a tower of them shooting into the sky. (*In flames, loosely, Burst into Flames) |
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| Oreyn | 26 Nov 2008, 12:33 AM Post #12 |
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"But of course. What else did you expect from a dragon incarnate, human?" He scoffed at the human's attempt at humor, instead enjoying the view of his struggle. He seemed to be trying to hard to inflict some manner of grave wound against the Dragoon's hide-like flesh, yet thus far his attempts had been fruitless. Unless he had something stronger to attack with, he wouldn't get much farther than what had already happened. Rath could cut and scrape at the Dragoon's flesh and still get nowhere without a strong enough tool. Now, if he truly had such a powerful toy, then this fight would truly grow into something intriguing - something worth exerting power over. That's when the faint sensation of magic tingled across his hand, the digits firmly wrapped around the blade almost quivering with the lovely sensation. The feeling was that of fire, and the sensation the same as when he himself invoked his Heartfire magic. He could tell what was coming, but how powerful it was was another question entirely. In the instant that followed the blade was plucked from his firm grasp, the blade engulfed in crimson flame. The blade seemed to leave a trail of residue in the form of magical flames, and on the command of Rath, the flames seemed to intertwine and surround Valdigas, growing and rising into a titanic spire of fire which towered over the horizon. The flames covered the Dragoon's body, his skin feeling the faint effects of burning, but where pain should've been existed pleasure. A faint hiss resounded within the hellish column as, through the flames, the Dragoon seemed to enjoy himself as his outer layer of clothes were burnt away, leaving only the essentials and bits of burnt flesh. This human could wield such power? So wonderful! Though the strength of this attack was rather weak, it seemed that there was much more power that could be drawn from that little blade of his. He was eager to find out. "Ahh... this feeling... this sight, even the smell! So nostalgic... You amuse me, human. I think... it's time I kick things up a notch. You're a fan of swords, right?" In that instant a small shockwave - or what appeared to be one - rocked the immediate area as the frame of the Dragoon seemed to catapult through the column of flames, powered by sheer muscle alone. He flipped in the air a few times before landing next to his sword, the blade still buried deep in the earth. "Then let's see how you handle a real blade." Two slender hands wrapped themselves tightly around the large hilt, the draconic muscles which wrapped the Dragoon's frame flexing, heaving the mighty weapon from the ground with great force. He twirled it a few times in his grasp before stopping, his left hand holding the hilt alone with little effort. He paused a moment as, deep within his body, the essence of life - Heartfire - was stirred. The air around him seemed to expand with heat, twisting and contorting like the air in a desert. Bands of crimson energy seemed to erupt from his empty hand, twirling about his frame like snakes before spiraling about his other hand, swirling about his blade before merging with it. The blade of the sword began to glow faintly at first, that glow growing more and more intense until it resembled a light like a star, before exploding into a torrent of heat and flame. "Here I come little man." He held the sword tightly in his grasp, his legs ushering him once again towards Rath. His bloodlust was practically gushing out of him now, but despite his increase in power release, he still was holding back. He wanted to see even more of this man before breaking him under the full might of a Red Dragoon. Perhaps he could handle such a titanic force - though the thought was one a person wouldn't hold their breath for. |
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| Nevermore | 3 Dec 2008, 12:11 AM Post #13 |
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"A dragon?" Rath blinked at the thought of such a thing, sure he knew dragons had existed, possibly still did exist, but to be reincarnated as a human, or mostly human? He hadn't heard that. This was getting interesting, but he had to be careful, he could tell this guy was powerful, and that killing intent... it sent shivers down the spine, and Rath was a hardened fighter, it was quite a feat to make him shiver even a little bit. But Rath wasn't about to let this man get to him not now, it was just another test of his strength, plus someone had to save that town, didn't they? He grinned as he heard the man mentioned swords. Something like a breeze stirred Rath's cloak, it felt almost like something had exploded, that's when he noticed the gapping hole in the column of flames as it began to collapse and go out. It must be, Rath assumed, that since this man was apparently a dragon reincarnated, that he was immune to fire in almost every way. Perfect. Most of Rath's attacks had something to do with fire. Although, just because he was a dragon, that didn't mean he was immune to explosions, Rath just needed to get close... When Valdigas came at him, Rath had little time to act and he knew he couldn't bring his sword to bear against that heat, it wouldn't survive that. The magic sword in his hand was perhaps the only weapon that could stand up to that heat, as it could produce a similar heat. Rath acted quickly and slammed the sword in the ground, large pillars of flames began to shoot out of the ground, blasting it apart and creating fissures and uneven ground. Without sparring a second Rath reached into his cloak, into a pouch at his waist and drew out a large bullet with a magic rune painted in icy blue ink on the side. A panel opened up on the gun-arm and he loaded the bullet and quickly snatched up the sword, the flames dying down. His gun-arm began to glow blue and runes began to swirl about it. Rath looked up to see where Valdigas had gone, or if his distraction had even worked. If Rath was lucky, he wouldn't be bearing down on him at that instant, but most likely Valdigas had already reached him in that time. |
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| Oreyn | 7 Dec 2008, 08:01 AM Post #14 |
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((Sorry about taking so long. I've had a serious lack of inspiration lately. Dx )) The thrill of battle was getting to the Dragoon, his every feature and action reflecting more of his usual, primal side. He relished every second of it; with every action the stinging of his woulds pulsed through his body like an intoxicating poison, every ounce of his body overflowing with an abundance of life. He still wasn't certain how long his opponent would last - he was lasting better than most humans would when faced against him - but now that he had drawn his blade and began to fight even slightly seriously, the odds were much harder-pressed against the poor human. Yet a strange sensation tingled through his senses, like a change in the earth beneath his feet. He was too far into his run to stop now - or at least stop without causing serious injury to anything around him - but the sensation beneath him felt like something was... stirring. He felt that familiar tingle of heat, and as his eyes locked onto his opponent, he realized what had happened. All at once the ground rocked and rattled, more pillars of flame erupting all around them, each with the same power and fury as the first. The earth buckled and cracked under the stress, the field shattering into multi-tiered columns of fire and earth. The dragoon had the misfortune to be atop one of these pillars as it sharply rose, completely disrupting his forward momentum. Even this impediment would not stop Valdigas; the Dragoon's mind was always working, churning out new strategies to accommodate to the environment. He ducked his legs into a half-bent position, his muscles building up force within their shells. The pillar continued to rise a few moments before abruptly stopping; this moment was all he needed. All at once his legs forced themselves straight, catapulting his frame into the air at an arc. The ground that was once beneath him shattered into dust and debris launched haphazardly around him. He rolled his body into a ball, spinning rapidly through the air over Rath's head. All the while his mind and body were focused on his Heartfire, sharpening the energy inside his blade to a critical point. His body began the hard downward fall, and he knew he had little time left. In a small feat of dexterity his body shifted from a ball to a log shape, spinning in roughly the same manner as before. He tensed the muscles in his arms, and when the angle of momentum was just right, he let loose the massive blade, the energy ready to explode with fire and energy at impact. He couldn't help but grin mentally, wondering curiously how the man could deal with both the heaping blade and the explosion which could quickly follow. Yet the Dragoon wasn't content with such a simple maneuver. He reached the ground, landing with a hard crash against the earth with his hands and feet as braces. As though he were a savage feline he hurled his body forward on all fours, his thin figure like a bullet towards the site of impact. In his engraved hand he began gathering Heartfire, condensing and molding it into a sphere rougly twice the size of his fist. He drew closer, peering through dust and smoke, ready to fire the crackling orb of magic. Yet he wasn't certain what the human had prepared during this time, his attention occupied by his blade during flight. He was eager to see what this man would do. |
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| Nevermore | 16 Dec 2008, 06:31 PM Post #15 |
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Because Rath had placed all his concentration on finishing his work, he had to take his eyes off of Valdigas for a few seconds and thus did not see him or what happened to him. When he looked up again the dragoon was nowhere to be seen before Rath. He cursed and turned to his left, then to his right, then behind him. When he looked up at the sky he saw nothing but fire and a giant blade raining down on top of him. He knew there was no time to dodge, everything seemed to slow down around him and showed him death coming at him in greater contrast. His brain recieved the order to move but his feet were disbelieving, when suddenly his most primal of instincts took over, his hardened, warrior training flared to memory. Rath quick stepped forward several steps and out of the way of the crashing blade. The explosion behind him sent him sprawling across the ground, smoke began to rise off his back. Quick step was a technique that one could use to increase their own speed greatly, with it Rath could move so fast that a normal human wouldn't be able to follow his movements, but Valdigas should have been more than capable of seeing it. The only draw back to this technique was the severe drain on Rath's energy. But that wasn't his concern at the present moment because he noticed the dragoon rushing headlong for him, and he was currently on the ground. With a strained effort he turned himself over right when Valdigas was right on top of him, thrust his gun-arm straight up at the man with a great yell. Blue light exploded from the gun-arm in all directions, but at the same time it was a focused beam of icy light. The light quickly turned to ice and the temperature dropped drastically around them. The ground beneath them froze and ice shot out before Rath, threatening to catch Valdigas in its numbing grasp. |
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