Banette
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Dec 1, 2006 20:33:58 GMT -5
Post by Banette on Dec 1, 2006 20:33:58 GMT -5
It all happened too fast for the Omni Knight to see -- but when she DID realize what was happening, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
She leapt back, away from the blast that Ouji had thrown, and landed a safe distance away. She turned to Banette, who had her sword already in hand, and drew her own blade.
"To think that someone she just brought back is attacking her.... Great!" she hissed under her breath, before glancing at the Lunian. "Are you up for a little fight?"
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Banette
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Dec 1, 2006 20:39:01 GMT -5
Post by Banette on Dec 1, 2006 20:39:01 GMT -5
The eyes of the Lunian seemed to glimmer with delight, the whites of her eyes slowly changing into a bloody red color. Black lines, arranged into something much like the double helix pattern of a strand of DNA, began to cover the skin of her face, spiraling around her eyes before crawling over her cheeks.
"Sure, why not," her voice, now an almost demon-like growl, crowed out. "It'll be great exercise..."
She gripped the hilt of her double-bladed sword tighter, grinning menacingly.
"After all, it's not every day that you find someone that could be just as strong as you."
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Dota
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Dec 4, 2006 13:23:50 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Dec 4, 2006 13:23:50 GMT -5
Her wings snapped back at the approach of the kanji mage. Omega witnessed his white-blue weapon’s birth in the instant it took him to clap his hands. She twisted around, still crouched, as Blu danced around her. His diagonal swing initiated a counter-swing of her own. It looked as though she was using the end of her forearm closest to the back of her wrist as a shield to meet this staff. However, her orb had taken to life again, darting up Omega’s body. In the small gap left before the impact, her arm was guarded by a sturdy metal-ish bracer with a certain glow from its newest transformation that could confuse the eyes as to whether it was silver or lavender in color. The decision to lay herself before the staff was quite the gamble as Omega had no idea of knowing the staff’s properties (seeing as it was no ordinary staff…), but she took the gamble nonetheless. Her fist, clenched with knuckles quite white, gave a hint to the force she put behind her arm, for she would need to shove Blu off balance and stand if she were to deal with him and the saiyan. Omega left her trust in her arm to stop the staff to steal a glance back at Trunks (it wouldn’t matter what she was doing if her shield failed). It was only a glimpse, and took no more time than to confirm the saiyan’s actions and then return to her immediate battle at hand, and by that point, she would know if she’d been successful or would be eating a staff. In that instant, she’d seen Trunks with a sword unknown to her and sorrow in his eyes. She knew what he meant to do.
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Dec 7, 2006 18:40:24 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Dec 7, 2006 18:40:24 GMT -5
The orb-grown gauntlet stopped Blu's swing cold, but he wasn't finished, and he continued his motion with an immediate followswing. The top half of his bo staff had been met in its downward trajectory, so he reversed the push/pull direction of his arms, bringing the bottom half of the staff upward from the ground toward his opponent's midsection, continuing that with a stabbing motion intended to throw her onto the ground.
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Dec 7, 2006 18:53:42 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Dec 7, 2006 18:53:42 GMT -5
Elieana was caught off guard by the mad attack from the man she had just revived. Once she got past her surprise, though--which was about when her head became engulfed in his massive hand--she was just angry. Really, really, angry. As her back reached the ground, rather than smashing off of it, she simply faded into it. She left his hand solid, so escaping his grasp was a simple matter.
Raising out of the grass behind Ouji, she regrew the thorned weapon she had wielded earlier in the day. "I don't know why you're attacking me," she stated, noticing that between herself, Ariadelle, and Banette, he was surrounded at three points. "Especially after I helped you. But if you insist on going down this path, I'll be more than happy to retake that gift. The hard way."
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Dec 11, 2006 16:14:10 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Dec 11, 2006 16:14:10 GMT -5
The sword continued to shake as it was enveloped in a yellow aura. Blood dripped from the blade and fell to the ground. Any grass that had survived soon died and withered away under this flowing substance. From the handle of the sword black tendrils crept up his arm. Trunks winced in pain as his blood dripped from underneath the black and joined the pool below. The eyes of the saiyan prince grew dark as the poison from the sword began to flow through his body. With all his might he sliced the empty air in front of him while summoning the particular attack that he wanted “Gokuryuuha.”
Immediately, three dragons fled the sword and swirled around the saiyan prince. The dragons although blue had no actual substance to them. They could only be described as cloud and mist. Before most could react, the dragons headed in the direction of the swing, which was aimed directly at his former sensei. The three dragons didn’t waver from their mission. Each grew in size until finally turning into three hurricane sized whirlwinds. Anyone caught in its path would find it very difficult to avoid the oncoming destruction.
Trees, rocks, and the bodies of the dead were all swept up in its quest to destroy. Even below them the ground was carved. A new football field sized gorge was formed in this peaceful valley. The objects caught up in this storm caused even more damage the further along it went. Shards of wood and rock sliced through the air as more and more trees and stones shattered against each other. The pull of the three even grabbed things not in its path. Trees from several hundred feet away were uprooted and flew into the mayhem.
Trunks fell to one knee as tears streamed down his face. Was it over? Did he kill her? Part of him wanted nothing more than to see her lifeless body on the ground in front of him. While another part wanted her to run up to him and hug him. He stabbed the sword into the pool of blood below him and ripped his arm free of the black fingers that clenched his arm. Slowly sounga sank back into the ground… back to where it came from. Trunks gasped for breath while his body tried to purge the poison from his system. When he finally looked up he only saw death and destruction. Even part of the mountain in the distance was missing from the explosion of energy that he just released.
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Dec 11, 2006 16:16:06 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Dec 11, 2006 16:16:06 GMT -5
Oujis hand hit the ground sending dirt and grass flying into the air. This just caused him more anger. As his hand was beneath the soft dirt he found something. With his other hand he punched the ground and with little effort at all he pulled up a boulder, as large as most construction equipment, raising it above his head. With little hesitation he turned around and tossed the giant rock at the direction of the tiny voice.
The saiyan let out an evil laugh that echoed across the valley. He noticed the three of them surrounding him and the thought of them thinking they could win against him was pure hilarity.
A bright green aura grew up around the saiyan as well as two spheres of the same color formed in each of his hands. With both hands to his sides and palms facing up each sphere grew to about the size of half the boulder that he just tossed. He waited for one them to make the next move. The first two that would attack would get hit with one of these spheres which would create a blast that would likely launch them across the arena.
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Dec 29, 2006 0:34:45 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Dec 29, 2006 0:34:45 GMT -5
Blu had caught the moment of distraction, and his staff now sent Omega to the ground. She landed flat on her back with her breath stolen momentarily. This was unfortunate, for if she could have spoken, it would have sounded something like this:
“Damn the saiyans. I hope their homeworld explodes. I hope they rot in Hell. Damned kill-stealers…” (and so on)
Knocking her down was a helpful service on Blu’s part. The initial frenzy of the flying debris that preceded the whirlwinds flew overhead for the most part. And then she was caught up in the raging winds. As rushed as it was, Omega made use of her last bit of strength to use her ice to her advantage as best she could. By no means was she left untouched, but she’d probably saved herself from an otherwise certain and instant death. Now she could lie bleeding on the ground for a few minutes more.
All was silent and dark. Her wings were tattered. Her body was battered, bruised and bleeding. Her dress had seen better days. The beads that had held her hair in their trademark buns were missing, leaving her hair free-flowing on the ground around her. It was actually pretty impressive how much hair was hidden away in those buns. When cut loose, it came down near her waist.She opened her eyes slowly with a bit of a flinch. Not all that much time had passed...or at least she thought. Of course, if anyone cared to follow up after the last attack, Dota wasn't in a position to defend herself. She took note of the destruction around her with a small "heh" -- at the moment she didn't have the strength to sit up and see just how far it reached. Despite the situation, she had to admire the work of her former student.
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Dec 29, 2006 14:04:16 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Dec 29, 2006 14:04:16 GMT -5
Blu was about to follow up with a third strike at Dota when something halted him. "Something" being a rather destructive-looking wyrm-shaped torrent.
Blu was forced to his old standby. "Fade!" He had no catalyst, but neither did he have the time for one.
His body had just begun its second-long disappearance into the Immaterial Realm when he was torn from the floor. Only partially faded with the impact, he felt the energy-infused winds tearing at him, opening wounds over his body new and old alike. By the time he had landed, returned to the material realm, his robes were virtually nonexistant, leaving him in the matching-white under-tunic he wore beneath. His ofuda were gone, likely shredded into microscopic pieces. A dozen glass vials lay in pieces around him. It was a sight that could bring a century-and-a-half-old man who thought he had seen it all near to tears. Interrupting his battle was (barely) forgivable. Destroying his robes was forgivable--they almost never survived a good fight anyways. But wasting a fortune in irreplacable bloods and other humors was an atrocity. The kanji mage would hold a grudge for a long while for this one.
Blu didn't get up right away. With his exhaustion from the intense battle with the ice maiden, the Sounga attack was enough to knock the momentum out of him. At least Dota seemed to be down for the moment too--he would take this as a well-needed opportunity to rest.
There was one, and only one, benefit to Blu from Trunks' attack. He was pleased to note that Dota's dress--rather tight and revealing in its pristine state--was now appreciably tattered.
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Dec 29, 2006 14:27:11 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Dec 29, 2006 14:27:11 GMT -5
With a single flick of her blade, a seedling flew from the tip to meet the boulder as the saiyajin threw it. As a single blade of grass can grow over years and years to destroy a concrete walkway, so to did this seedling infiltrate a minute crack in the rock, condensing a decade of growth into a single instant and shattering the boulder into harmless pieces.
There was one more act for this seedling (now a bundle of vines matching the size of the boulder it had destroyed) to accomplish. With a wave of the alchemist's hand, it split into two, and accellerated toward Ouji's hands, sacrificing itself to explode the ki balls he held in waiting.
Following her plants forward, Elieana jumped at her opponent, and brushed her hand lightly against the skin of his abdomen. This contact was all she needed to make a connection. She had already read the saiyajin's body plan completely when she had healed him, and made no hesitation with her target. Focusing herself, she willed every muscle cell in his tail to contract against the nerve and skeletal cells with all of their force. She knew he had built up a resistance to applied pressure on the fur-matted spinal extension, but the power of his very cells squeezing themselves together would be incomparable to anything a living being could ever inflict on the tail. Of course, this was assuming he had lost enough mental control to allow this intrusion. Any powerful being with enough mental control could combat her power over their own cells, but in Ouji's psychotic state, she was betting on a lack of said control.
Immediately as she touched him and began her attack, she attempted to leap back away from Ouji, hoping that she could evade his grasp quickly enough.
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