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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 14, 2006 13:22:02 GMT -8
Tardiness.
A rare occurance? A habit? A trait? Which was it for Woomin? He had no idea. It was a curse. On some occasions, a blessing. But most of the time it was a curse. On this occasion, it would prove to be a curse as well. Racing towards his class, Woomin's short legs carried as fast they could. Wiashing his legs were a bit longer, a shriek caught his ear. It was coming from the direction he planned on heading to. With new purpose, his legs carried him faster than they had before. Rounding a corner, Woomin saw two peculiar armor glad guys. Not only that but they were huge. Even if the armor made them looked that way, Woomin bet they could scare the crap out of football players. There was no way those two attended #259.
Readying himself to attack, Woomin witnessed one of them wielding flames with a glove. Well... He tried. Time to throw in the towel and go to class. But wait, something caught his eye. Red hair. A girl with red hair. She looked as though she was going to fight. One on one with one of the oversized Halloween rejects. While he was going to run? Well, isn't a man's job to protect a woman? SHe was attacking the front side... So, he would most likely be able to counter it quite easily... But its not he was one of those freaky teachers who had eyes in the back of their head. And Woomin was behind both God people.
From earlier on in the battle, Woomin had noticed that Hepha whatever was limping. A bad limp at that. It was his right leg. Taking note of this, Woomin charged from behind. Coming from behind silently, he would begin to slide only a few feet away. It would give off a distinct sound that may alert Hepha, but Woomin was sure it was too late to escape. Woomin woud use a sweep kick on Hepha's left foot. If it connected, it would take his left leg off the ground, causing him to fall hopefully. However, if he didn't fall, he would be knocked off balance and therefore very unlikely to dodge the girl's attack. Though if he did, Woomin would proceed to stop his slide, turn, and take hold of the man's right foot. He would place one hand on the top and one at the heel. Then force then in oppiste directions, twisiting his ankle 180 or so degrees.
Woomin's plan was pretty much full proof. He had not foreseen any possible way to wriggle out of this. Although it was because of his tardiness. Blessings do come in disguises?
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Post by Aureus on Aug 14, 2006 13:28:54 GMT -8
Fuck Levi shouted mentally. Not only was this guy fast, but his movements were precise and that of a skilled fighter. They were hard to read, much less see coming. Just attempting to block the attack pushed him back a few feet, and on top of that the wannabe god picked him up and threw him by the arms against the wall. Luckily the freshmen hit the stone feet first. The momentum he had going caused a small crater to from in wall as he rebounded off of it.
Before he reached his target, it became clear that another fighter had joined the fray. Isn't he that gang leader? The redhead wondered as he watched Travis attack Apollo's right side. And how wonderful was that? The two Freshmen had just stumbled into the best of situations. Travis could attack because Apollo would be focusing on Levi, than when Travis attacked it would draw the god's attention creating another opening for the schizo. Just incase his opponent was smart enough to see both attacks coming and tried to cause them to slam into each other, Levi would try to attack his legs. If everything worked out Apollo would be held up at least a few seconds. Time enough for someone else to launch an attack towards him.
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Post by Athena on Aug 14, 2006 19:17:10 GMT -8
Ooc: To all who didn’t notice, re read Hephaestus’ last post about how his like… entire body became ignited. –This has been a godly service announcement-
Ic:
Annoying? Was that a good word? Perhaps… the infidel was out of his path yet it didn’t seem like the two were getting anywhere… were they? Doubting it greatly Apollo for only a moment would call to his ally, they didn’t have time for fun and games with these things, and yet… did they have a choice? Of course they did, there divinity was not something to be disprove by mere humans… they were a creation of the gods, and they had turned on them? Zeus, there great leader would not wish to hear this, no… his wrath alone could bring this place crashing down around them… but Apollo didn’t have time to think about that now did he? As the moments where he could see such a sight had his right side buckled, the clack of metal as his body lost its balance, stumbling to the left for a moment as his hair rolled over his face; struck by a mortal, could they go no lower in there disregard?! This was inexcusable, and with that in mind the armour that encased his godly frame slowly began to spine outward, slight needles coming from the plates while he turned to see his attacker.
“You will see charon very soon boy.”
He commented as well… as well, yes… it was rather hard to state as he turned for a moment while hopping back, noting that people were attacking him… perhaps they didn’t notice, how they could not even Apollo didn’t know but needless to say his body was literally a pylon of fire, though with that in mind it would be a pity of they… lit up? It made him snicker as he turned back to his own enemies, raising no hands, as he simply gestured the boy to come not noting the other had rebounded from the wall.
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Post by jakeyjake on Aug 14, 2006 19:46:01 GMT -8
Yes! It was was magnificent, the flames, they sparkled in Jake's eyes, dancing around just urging Jake to test them. The perfect way to test how strong these guys really were, and to let his anger rush out quicker then it probably ever has before. He wanted to unleash his violence, let it gush out like blood when one loses their head to a sword. It didn't matter if people were going to against him, it didn't matter that they were being foolish enough to attack head on against the flames, all that mattered was that Jake accomplished what he wanted. Of course, he would fight anyone in his way who tried to stop him from this challenge, he wanted help from nobody, and he intended on smashing anyone who tried to make it otherwise. Jake stood alone, and besides, a brawl was much better than a handicapped match.
Now there was only one way to truly see how fun this would truly be, and that was to go in and challenge them himself. Jake was standing to where he was looking at the back currently of one of the flame consumed 'gods' (Hephateus). Moving forward ready to charge toward this guy not really caring what happens to his body, and how it hurts, he began to plan what might be a good attack to make toward this warrior of the flames. That was when he found his foot stepping down on a pair of scissors, and he halted in his tracks. That sadistic smirk that was dying from his lips grew back again, the want to kill was now rushing through his veins. It was simple to justify their deaths if it is needed, and he was willing to do so. That was how bad Jake wanted to test these guys, and that was how much of the rage which was like a chill breezing through him wanting to be released like shards stabbing into everyone just for the sake of venting it out.
Slowly, Jake bent down, his pale hand grasping onto the pair of scissors, allowing him to have a new weapon to his arsenal. It was a lucky find, and of course now he can test how good of a boundary these flames really are. If he couldn't just attack this guy with a hand to hand attack, he could see if throwing something into the pit of the flames will work. It was doubtful it was hot enough to make them melt before it gets there because then they would be dead the second the fire lit around them. It truly would be nice to see what would happen if Jake did this, and Jake also wondered if the one he was after was smart enough to get around it, especially since it would be made as an attack toward the back of him.
Now all Jake needed to do was wait, and think how he should approach these guys. As hard as it was to restrain himself due to the anticipation of getting into this rumble, Jake did his best to keep himself bound in the mental chains that kept him restricted from becoming a true freak. The flames that were burning around them were burning through his eyes resembled the desire to truly test his abilities against them. So close, he was so close to tasting a true battle that nobody has given him yet. Still, he just needed to wait a little longer, he only had one shot with this, and he didn't plan on wasting it by some fool getting in the way and getting stabbed with the scissors instead.
Soon enough, Jake would be in the action, and then he would finish every single person off who tried to stand in his way.
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Post by akada on Aug 14, 2006 20:25:49 GMT -8
"Ha! You think a little bit of flames can scare me bitch boy? BRING IT!"
That massive foot would have reeled itself forwards and then slammed back as hard as he could have gotten it, crushing the tile, and supplying enough of a shake to the area that dust drifted downwards from the ceiling above.He could make light work of these so called gods, really pitful rather.. probably why he believed the Norse gods were far stronger. Thats when Leon interupted punching that little fake of a god in the gut and getting in his way, a slight sneer came to his face as his head shifted back and fourth, cracking slightly with each turn. A hand sent outwards, and a hand clenching taking hold of Leons shirt, in turn slamming the other foot and sending him over his shoulder, and off down the hall flying like a paper plane in the wind of the outside air, and of course, the secondary male got a shift of his body, turning and slamming foot into the wall, leaving an indent in the concrete as he was lifted upwards and flew over towards the lockers on the other side.
Given the fact he was seven foot tall, and weighed in at over 300lbs, all of which was raw muscle. The lockers in the way were caved in, and his body dropped back down, only to hear the fact they were Asiv's orders.. a snort and he would have looked over at them. Spitting once more towards that hot headed idiot who thought he was supposed to be something big and bad and turned to walk off towards where he had flung Leon, following Razzo in the process of course. Those headphones still blaring, though now with the sounds of POD - Boom. He had spit on those so called gods "twice" and "twice" mere students had been enough to stop them, if Asiv had ordered him to come, and these guys could only put up this much effort, then he wasnt going to disobey to have a bit of fun. Lips fell shut as he breathed through his nostrils.
"What the hell does Asiv want?"
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Post by Alex Malice on Aug 14, 2006 20:36:13 GMT -8
hmm, from the best of his knowledge very few held the power he just felt in his stomach that forced him backwards, the rising wind from the blaze of his body would be felt and seen as he flew back, yet landed on his feet, well, he landed on his left foot, and limped backwards with the right.It also appeared they where not here to fight, hmm to bad this fool seemed to have the strength to challange a god, could he be a hero so to speak, like the ones of old. Herecles, or Achilese? Maybe, but he had retreated with the other clad in black as it where. But they would meet again as his allie in finding the thief had stated it was time to find the man, but he was attacked once again, but this time seeable, yet with the same speed, it was amazing this little body, female human as it where attacked him with such speed, he saw it and had prepared himself to stop it, he pulled back a fist and the flame was pulled in he was going to thrust it forward, yet he felt his left leg leave the ground with force, as he had most his wait on his left all the time he was knocked from balance, and fell a bit low, so when this girl threw her kick she had landed it high on the back of hsi head, which was surrounded with flame. Thsi would force him to kneel to one side, and he would have to roll to the side, on the filthy earth like a descusting mortal.
He would feel the back of hsi head where th emortal had placed the kick and then his eyes spotted the one that had taken out his leg from behind without any honor about him. Now Hephaestus' mind was not all about honor, but he wasn't one to attack form behind, even though it would be easier. Thsi to say the least made the flames rush about his armor quicker the hot air rising to the cieling. He raised his right leg off the ground again, and stepped forward thrusting a palm at the one that had taken out his leg, flames flying from the force applied, it only had a span of about 5 yards in a small wave, kinda like a solar flare on the sun, but smaller. It would no doubt burn the fool. For trying something like that, and the kick had done its damage, but he was angrier at the one that forced him to one knee. Over the crackling of the fire that surrounded him it was hard to hear much, wich would be a disadvantage, but thats why his eyes where red like they where, kinda a heat sense he had with his eyes, it was odd, but one of the perks of having your mind completely fucked up by fire.
By this time the teacher had made his way away, his allie was fighting two students, and he himself the flaming god of the craft and blacksmithery, was fighting two as well. So today was going to be interesting. Of course the teacher that spat apon him seemed to show the power of a Titan. Which was not good, of course Hephaestus was strong and faught along side Zues in the war against his father Cronus, so a Titan wasn't much of a problem to him.
((OoC: Just to clarify, right now my back would be to a locker. Because of rolling and turning to set Woomin a blaze.))
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 14, 2006 20:52:55 GMT -8
Travis' attack had connected, and that had made him slightly happy. So maybe, as strange as these guys were, they were not impossible to beat. They were not gods of any sort. Just a few quarters short of a buck. A little nutty or insane. And just seemed to have a few gadgets that seemed to make them.. appear strong? Eh. He doubted he had seen much of what Apollo could do. And he could only hope that he wasn't incredibly amazing when it came to fighting. He hoped that his next attack would hit just as well.
“You will see charon very soon boy.”
Travis didn't have any time to respond to that, as his opponent had moved and it would seem that the boy that was also trying to attack Apollo neared. Travis would need to act quickly to be able to avoid a full on collision with the boy. So he would do what his brain screamed for him to do. Use him to get to Apollo. How exactly? Well here is what he planned on doing. Seeing as the boy had sent a low attack toward Apollo, but had missed because he moved, Travis would lift his right leg quickly, and as the boy slid closer, his right foot would connect with Aureus' forehead and Travis would then jump, and attempt to use that boy's head to jump off him and allow himself to be sent flying toward that Apollo-wannabe.
Now he could only hope that the freshman boy would not try and stop him from doing this. After all, they both had the same enemy here. And they both had the same goal. To hurt that enemy. Sure.. Travis would be stepping, and putting a lot of pressure on the boy's head and neck, but it would be relatively quick, and it's not as if he was trying to damage the boy. It was this, or get tackled by him. So he would try and do this.. with luck he would soon be flying toward Apollo, where he would attempt to set up some kind of flying, aerial attack.
Now aerial attacks were not the smartest thing to do, but he could only hope that his attacks would connect. Maybe that little maneuver would surprise the god and he would connect with another attack. Or maybe he would just get knocked away. Who knew.. But if the jump was successful, he would be flying toward Apollo, his upper-body leading the way, as his arms would shoot foreword, in front of Travis' head, Both arms folded as he let his elbows point toward the man's chest? His attack? Well it was simple.. It was some kind of wrestling, flying elbow attack.. Or something.. Improvised.. yes. But he hadn't exactly had time to think up some amazing attack. Everything was happening rather quickly.
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Post by jakeyjake on Aug 14, 2006 21:00:29 GMT -8
Darn! Jake's plans were foiled when this guy moved to where his back was against the lockers. Which meant it was time to strategize a different way. Sliding his right arm behind his back to where it was pretty much hidden, there was now no way that this fire swarmed god would be able to realize that he had a weapon behind his back. Sure, he could get suspicious, but that was the most he could do. It could be so unexpected, and now Jake was going to need to play from stealth. Moving forward toward him knowing this was his best chance, he kept himself restricted to a walk. He knew that if he charged he risked hurting himself with the scissors behind him the way that they were positioned.
Yes, the tension which was now filling Jake as he moved forward was great, all he wanted to do was unleash it all, but he couldn't do it just yet. It was as if he could allow his own body to burst in flames with anger like the guy he was after, which is why he was so excited. It was an odd mix for all the emotions which were combined together in Jake. He had hatred, he had desire, he had rage, he was sexually aroused, and he was feeling the want to rush. All of these mixed together were definitely something which wasn't a good mix, and they all involved him wanting to attack more and more. It wasn't long before Jake was facing the flames, his eyes matching the flames which he was so close to, the heat radiating off from the fire, and tingling Jake's very skin.
"Hey."
The word was spoken in a very weird voice, it was one that was actually normal. It wasn't low pitched like you would expect, and it had an eerie amount of confidence to it, as well as loud enough to where this guy could hear over the flames which raged around him. That was the only word Jake would say though, and it was to indicate that he wanted to fight. Why did Jake give this guy a warning? Well, it would normally look like he just wanted a fight, and was planning on being respectful, yet in reality it was to hopefully hide the fact that behind his back was scissors in his right hand which he planned on using to stab at him as soon as he was close enough in range. Just to indicate he was planning on fighting further, he moved his left leg forward, and held out his left arm out in front of his body in a defensive way. This stance made it look like all that was wrong with Jake was that his arm was injured almost. Useful, right?
Let's see where this goes!
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 14, 2006 21:24:35 GMT -8
Shit. Lucky Bastard
Woomin instinctively withdrew as his prey slipped away. Woomin would shrug mentally in the litte time he had to brush off the fact he had escaped. It was luck. Thats all. But if that was true, then Woomin would prove to be a very unlucky person today. His eyes widened as he saw fire discharge from Hephaetus's glove. The moment his feet touched the ground, he made them retreat once more by bounding backwards. It didn't matter if he had no idea where he was going, he needed to get away from the flame. Again, he was unfortunate. He threw his arms up to form an "X" as he attempted to shield himself from the flame. Upon the collison between his clothed arms and the fiery projecile, Woomin was sent flying backwards.
What the fuck... HACKER! THAT MODDING BITCH! I WANT THOSE GLOVES NOW! This.. This... I want them... I guess I'll just have to take them. But now that I think about it... This man looks like a cosplayer of sorts. But his gloves... And the rest of his body... I won- OW! FUCK!
Woomin's flight path had been stopped by a wall. Losing his breath as well as landing on all fours, Woomin locked his eyes on his opponent. He wondered if the man had thrown anything at the girl. But... Now really wasn't a good time to be thinking about girls. Grabbing onto a water fountain to, wait. Water? Fountain? Plan! Taunt plus Raging God of Fire wannabe plus Water... Equals One washed up Geek open for attack. Smiling, Woomin readied himself. He grabbed onto the water fountain, observing where the pipe stuck out of the wall. He stood with his leg ready to kick off a piece of the pipe, which would cause the water to gush out towards Hepha, right? Not that Hepha would know. Element of Surprise-ness.
"Hey. You're a cosplayer, right? You like Anime? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but that outfit is a bit... Well... KINKY. Look at it! Its yellow! That is SO not your color." Woomin commented as he made all the right gestures to compliment his taunt.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 14, 2006 21:43:13 GMT -8
Leon had followed Hiroko and Razzo into the office of Mr. Asiv and waited near the desk as Asiv himself sat here. The dark haired teacher Asiv gripped a bandana in his hand. On it where the symbols of the planets and other celestial things. Symbols of Fire Lightning Water, Sky, Star, Earth and all sorts of other things. He moved in closer to the man Leon and let go reluctently. His motions looked to Hiroko in a seriouse manner. He wasn't fooling around, he even had an unlit cigeratte in his mouth, which in Brazille meant a warriors last battle in a war. His eyes woudl strey from Hiroko as he looked to Razzo and Leon in turn.
"I called you two here because I want you to take that" Asiv then pointed to the bandana. "And Transport it to a safe location. I do not want to know where, and you are not to tell anyone. . . . Hiroko I need you here with me incase the students fail in holding back these two gods. I want to see how they stack up. These two are not to be underestimated at any time, but from what I know of them they are not the strongest of the group they are with. . . Leon, Jackal, keep on your toes and dont fail me."
Leon would grab the bandana and stuff it mercilessly into his pocket of the vest he was wearing. He would then look to the guy he had seen many times an dlistened in on when the School Captain had been involved. Waiting for him to react, and they would be off to do there newly assigned job. Asiv stood from his seat and looked at his desk, bare as it where, then reaching into it from the top it would seem he would flip up a monitor, and then another, a few more, 5 in all, different angles and shots of the area not too far down the hall where the fighting was going on, so he could watch.
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Post by Aureus on Aug 14, 2006 22:11:48 GMT -8
Great he fucking moved. Not to mention he's covered in spikes now. Levi thought as he slid past the god. And of course things went even worse from there. The gang leader used his head as a kicker to launch himself towards their common enemy. Now, the Freshmen was all for beating the wannabe, but having his face used so roughly in the process wasn't something he liked. What he thought didn't matter though, as it still happened and eventually he came to a stop at the wall.
Now, back to the issue at hand. Their enemy was covered head to toe in very pointy, deadly looking spikes. Any head on attack would result in them being ran through. Apollo wouldn't even have to do anything! All it would take is one wrong move. How in the fuck were they supposed to fight someone like that? This wasn't some video game where they could rely on magic instead of brute strength. However, the main concept was the mind. He would need to think instead of using his fists. Now, anyone that knew the redhead would know that he wasn't really a thinker in the conventional sense. He had the ability to come up with odd ball tactics at the drop of his hat.
With the knowledge that there was nothing on his person that could help, Levi turned to the environment to relieve what ailed him, a wannabe god to be specific. How to deal with spikes...they had to use something to block them. At the time there wasn't a large mattress around, nor was the boy strong enough to pull a door off it's hinges to use as a shield. Sweat dripping down his forehead whilst his eyes wandered the corridor, Levi spotted something small, tubular, and red. A fire extinguisher? It was than that it hit him. If he could just hit the opposition with it, it would explode on contact and make his day a hell of alot worse. They would probably only have one chance to use that prop, therefore a distraction was needed. "Hey! Gang leader kid!" Levi shouted out towards Travis. Once he was finished with his little acrobatic move, Levi would fill him in on the plan...
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Post by akada on Aug 15, 2006 0:31:03 GMT -8
"Bah. Gods my ass. Lanky posers, nothing more. If their gods, then obviously I am far more then human."
He snorted slightly. A hand coming up to his neck and clenching hold of it tightly, loosening the muscles there, that massive body seeming to tremble with the sheer amount of adrenaline that was pumping through it, muscles bulging outwards from the over take. It had been actived as means of keeping his calm, and sadly it backfired as those eyes were now a blood red from the blue, the blood vessels inside of them having expanded outwards more then the normal redness thanks to that chemical mixture pumping through his body, the genetic alterations that his family were known for showing itself perfectly. That hand at his neck fell down to the side of his body and lay there relaxing, looking over that bandana.
"So.. let me get this right. They came here... after something like that?"
He asked with a raise of his brow, head shook once more and he just shifted to sit down in a chair off to the side of Asiv's office, trying to relax now that he was away from those pricks in a getup that obviously pissed him off. Especially given the fact he had studied under mythological beasts as well as the ancient cultures. The fact the gods were portrayed in such a faggot bunch of attire pissed him off. Considering most of the gods never wore anything more then a robe. They had no need to wear some foolish armor, they were far to powerful to be harmed let alone to need such a phallicy.
"Why didnt you just let me tear those imbeciles limb from limb? Surely even you yourself could have done so. I am betting on the students making light work of them. "
Did he think that highly of the student body?.. Well. He didnt think them as that strong, in regards to his oldschool.. YET, but he had run into a couple of them already, and they seemed to express quite a bit of potential already.
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Post by Razzo on Aug 15, 2006 4:56:39 GMT -8
«Not even a hello? Yare, can’t be helped I suppose.”
Jackal sighed, as he looked at Asiv push the headband forward and point at it, how… nostalgic… he wanted the black clad boys help? How asinine, but it didn’t matter… it was a job, and for that reason he simply nodded his head yet it was just not possible to help but ask.
“Why are they after this?”
He questioned, not really much his business but he still felt propelled to ask the question as he simply leaned against the wall, the brim of his hat low while he didn’t really care to look much higher than to see the object they were meant to make… well, they were meant to make it vanish, to easy really, it was going to be a boring job and he could tell as he let off a small sigh.
“Perhaps we shall go then, ne?”
He questioned as he removed himself from the wall, noting that Leon most likely picked it up and stowed it somewhere out of sight while Jackal made his way from the office, passing right by anyone who might have been snooping around. Not like it would matter much, this sort of thing was out of there control and the best they could do was fight those useless otaku that happened to be losing there goal.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2006 10:43:20 GMT -8
((OoC: Hope this doesn't step on any toes... and 4 posts before total breakdown.))
As Saint stood there the sounds of the battle around him were drowned out by his heavy breathing. Struggling to hold onto his last strand of sanity, the boy made no movements. He just remained there, breathing with eyes downcast toward the floor. The only changes to his being came as breaks in his breathing, a short gasp here, a few panic breaths there, but all eventually returned to the steady rhythm. These were the only signs of the turmoil with his head and heart. Fists clenched, the tendons and muscles contracting with every second, his knuckles cracking slightly under the pressure, the fabric of his gloves squeaking gently. Then suddenly Saint began to walk forward toward the combatants, his face was blank. He almost seemed to be a zombie in how he moved. But slowly Saint began to pick up pace in his approach, his right arm shifting backward in preparation for a punch.
Without thinking clearly it would be almost impossible to plan any sort of attack, but luck spouts at random times. With another student taunting Hephaestus, it may have been possible for Saint by slip in unnoticed to land his punch to the side of the god’s face. However there was always the problem of the flames and getting burnt to worry about… if you were sane. Despite his best efforts to focus and keep control of himself, Saint had lost. His blank facial expression shifted to deranged look of someone who sought only mayhem. His psychotic mumbling returned shortly after he threw his attack, the same phrase repeated over and over and over again.
“I must save them… to save them, I must destroy them… I must save them… to save them, I must destroy…”
In this sate, Saint cared nothing for his well-being or personal defense, hit or miss with his attack. All he would do is continue to attack, relentlessly and without strategy. It would be easy enough for this god to repel the frantic assault. However the oddest thing about how he was acting was the fact that streams of tears ran down his face at the same time.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 15, 2006 14:31:38 GMT -8
Her kick landed, however, it didn't land on the spot she wanted to. And the fact that his armor had tiny small spikes on it now, and it was, well, on fire, you could say that the young red haired girl's shoes were...fried. They weren't exactly fried, but they were close - dangerously close. Her eyes directed upon the boy who was near a water fountain, and she was barely away from the one called Hephaestus, whose flames were...great and "mighty". Her yellow orbs watched as the boy taunted the Greek god of blacksmiths and fire, and truth be told, she wanted to finish this off. But how? She didn't bother listening to the boy as he talked, because her eyes landed on a thick, Algebra II text book, and inside, Mitsuki gave a sigh of relief. Her hands reached for the text book and got it, then her eyes landed at the ceiling, where many, many school sprinklers were still. She never thought she would be thanking the teachers for these thick books, but it seemed they had a use for something: Ripping and burning.
Ripping out pages of the text book, she was close enough that they would catch on fire, and they caught on fire rather quickly. With that, she put the papers on the book, and she threw the book in the air towards, and near the fire detectors to make the alarm go off. Hephaestus would be much too busy with the boys taunting, and Mitsuki really didn't want him to walk all the way over to where that boy was. To tell the truth, Mitsuki was getting a bit impatient. She had better things to attend, and once the fire alarm went off, the sprinklers would come on, and his fire would sizzle down to size. Besides, because of all the flames he had anyway, the sprinklers would've gone off in a matter of seconds due to the size of the flames he had. This was a school, and it had safety precautions. A school is required to have certain things before it can totally open, and a sprinkler that detects fire would be one of them.
(So what I'm saying is that whether you guys like it or not, the sprinklers will go off. xD)
The sprinkler right above the young captain went off, then, like a domino effect, the sprinklers attacked to the ceiling went off one by one, pouring the cool liquid onto everyone, most likely including Hephaestus, for there was no where for him to run. The flames would die down, and even if they could control the flames, it would most likely die due to the amount of the refreshing liquid that was coming from these lovely school sprinklers. Almost instantly, Mitsuki's red hair was soaked with the water, along with her clothes that tightly clung onto her body. Thankfully, she had on a black blouse, which wasn't too bad, other then the fact that it felt heavy and gross. Her cargo's weren't really wet, since she had waterproof cargo pants, or stain proof and what not, so to tell the truth, she didn't feel a lot heavier. Her sneakers felt heavy, and having wet socks felt gross, but it didn't matter, because while the sprinklers were turned on, she immediately jumped away from Hephaestus.
It never hurt to be too careful.
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