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Feb 17, 2006 14:47:03 GMT -5
Post by InfiniteStrife on Feb 17, 2006 14:47:03 GMT -5
When he originally landed, he faced due East towards the main entrance gate. Since that was as good a place as any to begin his search, he began to make his way towards it.
His reasoning was reassured as, not too long after he had taken his leave, the hellish one flew by at a ridiculous speed carried by a familiar energy beam. Cloud watched, still strolling along casually, as he crashed through the gate and then back out a moment later. This was definitely where the party was — and he was late.
As he approached, walking over another small hill, several things came into view. The most important of which was his wife, who, as he expected, had already begun the fun and games without him. Some unrecognizable assailant flew through the air at her. Normally, he would have shrugged this off, but considering the amount of ice in the area, it was a safe bet that Dota was actually exerting effort on this one. Be that as it may, he would not be alarmed, and continued to walk closer as he had been.
The second thing he noticed, though never acknowledged, was the being still behind the main gate, hidden amongst the crowd. She was not one he had seen before, but in a very definitive way, she was like him. Not a Fallen, in the same sense, but she certainly had some ties up there.
Thus, the other arrivals had been accounted for. It was time to join in.
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Feb 17, 2006 15:18:31 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 17, 2006 15:18:31 GMT -5
She landed, crouched with her elbow a foot or two from the ground. Dota found this to be quite the disappointment – she’d really hoped to shatter his skull. Relaxing her arms from their strike-position, she planted her hands in the ground to spin herself around, facing him once more. She did so with a sweep of her legs to clear distance in case he had stayed too close and used the final push of her arms to bring herself standing once more as he made a comment about the weather.
The gestures of his hands had hinted at some magic, or so she’d thought, but as far as she could tell, he had gained nothing but two symbols. They were of a familiar script – she knew the one as her own. The other was complex and hard to decipher through the smears of blood, especially from where she stood presently.
The prior blow he’d landed on her was not forgotten. She knew now to regard him above the other novices that plagued the area. Her hand shot down to her waist, around which hung an orb dangling from her chain belt. Its color was that of her eyes. The chain of the lash knife came into view then, the dance of its chain links striking her elven ears almost before her eyes took in the image.
She drew her hand up from the belt, crossing it in front of her. But no round orb came with it, even though she’d grasped it firmly. Instead, the orb bent and melted, its green glowing in the air before her as it liquefied from her belt to the air between them. The light spread and flattened out in front of her, blocking the path of the blade. Just as it seemed the knife would slice through the light, a definite *clang* was heard where metal and metal connected. Dota had willed before her a shield to deflect the lash knife off of – with an abducting swing of her arm, she bashed the chained knife away from her, spinning also in the direction away from it and from his foot, but still towards him, on his right side.
Her arm had spun away with the flow of her body, which eclipsed it from him momentarily, but when it came swinging back in, the shield was no longer there. In its place was a lethal blade, still hinting at the glow that had come from its transformation – its hilt boasted the same emerald in its decorations as the shield had. She was bringing it around to stab at his midsection, between his bottom two floating ribs; however, her attack suffered due to her wariness of the lash knife that had been set free. A piece of her concentration remained on keeping aware of its activity…that, and the aura of Cloud, which was beginning to come in to focus for her as he neared the general area of the arena where she presently was.
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Feb 17, 2006 21:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Feb 17, 2006 21:19:45 GMT -5
As Blu’s lashknife was deflected harmlessly off of a shield that had not been there a moment before, a somewhat rare event occurred—the kanji mage was caught completely off guard. Based on her attire which, to say the least, would not serve to hide any large weapons, Blu had broken his own cardinal rule of combat: never assume. He had done so, assuming she fought unarmed, using her elemental prowess as her weapon. Now that rule would be driven home once more; for the last time, he swore.
He was still in the air as she spun gracefully to his side, a move that he had thankfully been expecting. Had she tried a less obvious maneuver, in light of his dire miscalculation of her weaponry, he may have been completely unable to defend himself. By the time she struck, his strategies had already been adapted to the morphing ability of that strange green orb she carried. She struck from over the chain of his lashknife, and he had enough time to reach his free hand over her attack and grasp the chain so that he held it in both hands, one above her blade and one under. Pulling sharply backward, the chain connected against her blade and pulled it backward, away from its target.
All of this thought and action occurred in a few short seconds, and no manner of sharp thinking or quick acting could save Blu completely from his miscalculation. Her weapon tore effortlessly through his robe, as if the matter composing it were no different than that of the air. His skin offered just as little resistance.
As he landed, he caught the lashknife blade that came swinging suddenly back to him without even a glance at it. He felt his robe stick to his back, adhered by the warm blood that flowed from his new wound. It was a long gash, but a superficial one. Regardless, it would scar. He had not a single scar on his body. Though he had received countless wounds that should have led to scars, not to mention far worse, he always made sure to heal them properly, kanji-assisted healing allowing him to avoid permanent marks. This one, he would allow to scar. It would remind him that overconfidence had led him to ignore the most important rule of combat he had ever learned.
Her weapon was still held wrapped in his chain, and the two stood face-to-face (or close enough, as Blu was somewhat taller), mere inches from each other. Lest she melt her weapon back into an orb, escaping his hold, or worse yet, extend it, Blu made the quickest, most primal strike at his disposal. He headbutted with all his force, straight at the center of her face. Thought it was not completely outside the realm of possibility, if his opponent managed to dodge such an attack at this miniscule distance, Blu would have to reassess her abilities significantly.
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Feb 18, 2006 0:34:48 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 18, 2006 0:34:48 GMT -5
Surprisingly enough, she’d landed a blow – though not as fatal as intended. After some twisting and turning, they found themselves face to face, and she studied him now, for they were close enough that exchanged breaths could be felt upon the flesh if only one would take the moment to notice.This was much closer than when he’d approached her. It gave her a good view of exactly who it was she was dealing with. But in that time she’d wasted, he’d already decided on the next move…and had executed it.
For all the times in the countless battles that she’d dealt with head butts…it still sucked. Every time. Especially when dead on. Even after all of the times she had been stabbed, stomped, kicked, punched, thrown, drug, pummeled and pierced, it was always the nose that felt worst – at least in her opinion.
In the stars that flashed before her eyes, she lost hold of her sword. It fell not from the chain, but liquefied once more, snaking its way back to her belt. There it coiled obediently beneath the clasp that was its home on her belt. The glow dimmed, as though the orb was cooling into its solid state. She was empty handed once more, but for what she had in mind, an accessory was not necessary. He’d thrown her weight back a bit, causing her to catch it on her left foot, but she hadn’t stumbled from her original spot. In fact, now she used this positioning to add some spring to her jump-to-come.
In his attack, he’d only angered her more. Or perhaps he was still trying to bring out the worst in her? It was well known to those around her that Dota despised face shots. And this one had left her bleeding…she could feel the warmth (an irritating feeling) trickling down from her nose and over her lips. Her tongue caught a taste from there. The desire to make it be his instead of her own added fuel to the fire.
With a vicious growl and a look that could kill in itself alone, she used her bracing-leg to help push off the ground, returning his favor in full. Since her height varied towards the negative side in comparison to his own, hers was a force that would start lower and dig upwards, be it chin, nose or brow. With her hand now free of a sword, she’d also taken the opportunity in her leap to make a grab for his arms, just at the elbows. She wasn’t just head butting him, but was tackling him onto the jagged, broken ice in the process…if her retaliation had been a successful one at all.
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Feb 20, 2006 10:51:01 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Feb 20, 2006 10:51:01 GMT -5
His opponent took the headbutt head-on (Blu pardoned himself the poor pun in his mind), blood from her nose indicating the successful attack. He saw her weapon remain at her side, mentally filing that away in his brain. She must have been dealt more than a few surprise headbutts before, however, as even before Blu had completely stood straight again from attacking her, she had already grasped his elbows and thrown her own forehead into the fray.
Just as she had not been able to react to his close-range and surprising strike, he had no hope to dodge this. The little he could do, remembering the jagged ice beneath, and guessing her intent, was to jump backward, adding his leap to hers, in a hope to clear the ice.
Her head impacting his chin was the first thing he felt. The second was his teeth cracking against each other--he was fortunate enough not to have bitten his own tongue off. He felt various other forms of pain and sensation in other areas of his head, but most of those were somewhat fuzzy after that.
As his back hit the ground, he was rather pleased not to feel any ice stabbing him through the skin, though the rough ground he had reached was still unforgiving. As they had fallen together, she had held his elbows, so he had used his free hands to grab hers, refusing to release them as he landed on his back, her on top of him. The kanji appeared to be working well, as her skin certainly felt frigid, but the sensation was no worse than holding a cold piece of steel.
Looking up at her from the ground, straddled atop him, Blu managed to smirk through the pain. "Now here's a position I can appreciate, although I think it would be a little better reversed. I'm almost sorry to have to break it."
As he said these words, he curled his legs up under her abdomen. Kicking out with all his force, he still held tight on her elbows, intending to flip her 180 degrees with the kick and collide her with the ground. Otherwise, he knew she'd just fly off after being kicked upward.
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Feb 20, 2006 22:19:11 GMT -5
Post by InfiniteStrife on Feb 20, 2006 22:19:11 GMT -5
Patience is a virtue, and while he was a man of such, this was one he ran thin on. He'd arrived not too long ago, but in the duration of his presence, he'd seen enough — especially of this incessant, irritating flirtation. If he had not spent so much time amongst the heavenly, he surely would have lost his control and entered the fight at the sight of this man. Even now, it took everything that he could muster not to intrude upon his wife's battle. It could not be seen in his face, however.
He stood just outside the proximity of the ice, but close enough to relish in the cool breeze she generated. It caused his uniquely styled hair to sway back and forth a bit, as well as his new choice of clothes — essentially the same equipment, only now in all black, and with the addition of two overlapping layers of fabric that covered his left arm and leg. He no longer wore the gauntlets. In their place, he wore mid-length non-descript black gloves. The belt, pauldron, and boots were still there, only simpler in design. Only a single article of his attire really stood out — what appeared to be some smaller, functionless version of a doorknocker in the shape of a wolf fashioned on at the edge of the pauldron where it met his chest. In all regards, nothing truly out of the ordinary, at least compared to the other things that heroes and heroines clothed themselves in these days. If anyone would really notice, it would have been Dota.
He could feel that he would only stay a few moments longer, for his rage was indeed stronger than the wind chill.
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Feb 21, 2006 19:43:57 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 21, 2006 19:43:57 GMT -5
It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world to head butt someone, but she could at least take satisfaction of returning his gift. She’d been meaning to use him as a push-off to land in a stable stance behind his tackled body. Instead, he’d held her fast and thrown yet another verbal jab. She would have frozen him to the spot where he laid, but he’d whipped her over in an arc that ended when the ground slammed into her back. She coughed hard, her lungs compressing violently with the force.
Rather than wrenching her hands free from his grip and regaining her footing, Dota slammed her arms outwards, yanking his arms along for the ride to flatten both sets against the ground. In an instant faster than measuring was reasonable, the ground chilled to the likes of the winged creature’s flesh. On either side in those very spots, a single spear of ice, with about the diameter of 4 inches, sprouted from the ground beneath where his tender flesh rested.
As his hands were clasping her arms still, she couldn’t take her shot at the symbols he’d painted onto himself – the symbols whose function still escaped her. She still expected him to use them to conjure up an attack of sorts. It hadn’t dawned on her yet to consider the fact that he was successfully holding onto her with no repercussions, unlike earlier. Consequently, he’d only receive a bite at his upper arm region. If successful, he’d have a pierced lateral head of his triceps brachii and all the skin and nerves that surrounded them. At least on the plus side, if he did fall victim to the strike, the ice didn’t remain attached to the ground. If he didn’t…well, Dota had two daggers at her disposal. Or perhaps he’d snatch them up first?
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Feb 24, 2006 14:40:56 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Feb 24, 2006 14:40:56 GMT -5
As he launched the girl over his head, Blu was already leaping off of the ground himself, which he would find was quite lucky. The instant she hit the ground behind him, Blu felt a tingling above his elbows, a warning that his ice ward would not be completely sufficient in guarding against whatever she was conjuring.
He threw himself into a backflip, following the same trajectory she had. The daggers of ice poked at his skin, the outer edges melting just slightly thanks to his ward, dulling them just enough to save his arms from impalation. They rose with him, seeming to ride his arms upward due to their equal velocity. The back of Blu's arms were left chilled and a little flushed and sore from the cold, but none the worse for the wear. But for even this much from such small daggers, Blu knew that his ward would not even begin to protect him from all she could offer.
Completing the flip, Blu landed with one foot where her stomach would lay, wrenching his arms free from her grip and pressing off of the one foot into a second backflip, moving away from his opponent. As he landed, he skidded in the dirt, his right hand trailing the ground to stable him, a few drops of blood falling from his open wound. Before he had even stopped sliding, the hand shot to the right, and he pivoted around on it, his foot drawing a curving line that associated itself with the two drawn from his skid. The hand he pivoted on formed another symbol in the dirt, much smaller than the first.
Hoping to not even give his winged foe time to get back to her feet, Blu shouted the meanings of the kanji. "Flame! Line!" As the words left his mouth, the symbols shined a bright blue, and a wave of intense fire shot along the ground, intent on its ice-inclined target.
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Feb 25, 2006 12:42:57 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Feb 25, 2006 12:42:57 GMT -5
Yet another saiyan was out that day but he was just relaxing. Ouji lay across the back of his phoenix as it flew high above the earth. The sun shone down from above counteracting the cool wind that was blowing past him. Everything was perfect and he didn’t have a care in the world until he heard an explosion below. Immediately looking down over his mythical bird he noticed his friend Trunks racing towards the woods in a path of fire. Then the other individual battles came into view.
“Oooooooh a contest… I wanna play”
With one hand planted firmly into his pet’s back Ouji leaped off falling head first. The battles continued but only one interested him. His friend Blu was battling a woman who seemed strangely familiar. Memories began flashing in his mind as he made his decent.
Hordes of demons attacking her, a friendly sparring match, himself as a child running around her feet like a child around their mother. All of these in and out of his mind within seconds. Was she friend or foe? For now he didn’t know and didn’t want to interrupt their fight, but from the looks of it a spiky haired man had other plans. Twisting his body with the flowing wind Ouji rearranged himself and landed on his feet only two yards away from the man in black. His tail curled around his waist where a belt ought to be. Slowly, Ouji unsheathed his katana. With both hands firmly gripped around the handle he held the blade vertically in front of him.
”I’m going to assume that you aren’t going to interfere with this battle. Otherwise you and I are going to have some issues”
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Feb 26, 2006 0:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 26, 2006 0:43:12 GMT -5
She noted that he was following her in their game of toss – as Blu pulled his hands free from her grasp, Dota did the same, for hers now shot down to where his foot was landing. She caught his foot in a cradle of her palms, saving herself the impact of a foot to her internal organs.
Dota used the time he skidded across the ground to hop up to her feet, assessing the situation in front of her. He was spinning around almost like a sweep as far as she could see, but obviously at a far enough distance that she needn’t worry about his legs.
‘Flame….line….’ she put the two words together in her head just at the flash of blue igniting the fire. The flames tore at her, closing the gap between the two fighters in an instant. As if in instinct alone, Dota threw her hands out in front of her, turning her head away with eyes shut as though genuinely afraid. It was on her left hand that a red gem glimmered – and it was this gem that the fire was attracted to. In a raging whirlwind, the fire orbited Dota, while ultimately being sucked into the tiny space that was occupied by the red material. It was hard to tell what extent of the fire, if any, may have bit into the ice goddess, for she shied away up until the tail end of the heated parade was sucked into the recesses of the fire gem. Through one brave eye, she glanced down at the ring just as the final flame dove down into oblivion. The gemstone set in the metal band shown a little brighter now – like an ember…but that was all that was left of the attack.
Even before she opened both eyes fully once more, she cursed her weakness, for she was sure that before she’d manage to even lay eyes on her attacker, he’d already be in motion…all she could do was brace herself.
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