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Post by Alex Malice on Feb 28, 2007 22:31:35 GMT -8
((ooC: This has to do with the rest of you.))
The War god. In red flashy armor stood in his glory on the inside fo the first floor. A powerful light beaming down on him from the cieling, making the rest fo the room seem empty. His henchmen crawling out of every crevise of the outer part of the building, 10 at the most. Seeing June and some other near the fire escape, there would be a fight on, while the other spread out heading into the field as if looking for more people, like the knew they where there.
*(OoC: How the fights go with the henchman are completely up to you players. They can be taken as either skilled or weak, or they can be mixed.))
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Post by Karel on Feb 28, 2007 23:02:07 GMT -8
OOC: WARNING! Excessive uncensored inappropriate language!
Who was he? Don't care. What had he done? Doesn't matter. What was he about do? ... take the life of a God away. Right now, this man named Karel ... who kneeled down on one leg with his head lowered and surrounded by many shards of glass was doing something... hidden in the darkness, the activity was unknown. Or was he? As he slowly got to his feet, his head was the final part of his body to look up and into the so-called God's eyes. In the darkness, it was as if he was a demon....
"For if one hath flirt with thou spirits, so shalt thou join them~".
A quoted play, ran a mental vibe of a sixty year old history... Germany's work in literature, no doubt. This fool of a god had done something correct... not speak. For here, Karel was the celestial being - arriving through the winds as a proper spirit should. This was the Larcenist... the Angel of Death, The fucking Hitman of the Fucking Reign of Fucking Blood. Without so much as blink, he bolted forward - glass cracking beneath his feet, the floor seeming to tremble with his steps, he paused as he came into range with the false god, left foot, then right... Karel's leather gloved right hand was aimed for the foolish man's nose... before, at the very last moment, his hand opened - a storm of broken glass spun free- shuriken-like as they soared through the short distance at the dead man's eyes... he was going to be robbed of his vision, given pain in return before he would ever achieve eternal life.
For this move was only the opening to Karel's attack... his next move would no doubt kill this... god.
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Post by Poseidon on Feb 28, 2007 23:29:08 GMT -8
This kid seemed to have something of a plan, whatever it was, he was unsure of exactly what. There was no being alive that stood before this man like he was. The boy charged in that instant, he was fast. Poseidon's seen the speed before, it wa marginally larger than his, but not to the point he could be outdone. His arms moved up as he came in, wondering what was gonna happen.
Then a punch shot out, Poseidon didn't really care. He was immortal, no human strength could damage him. Except when the fist opened and the 'Star Dust shot out into his face and eyes. He shot his arms back towards his face to try and catch it, but it had been too late before Karel had even chosen to go on the mission. Karma always comes back to haunt those with wrong doings in their life.
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Post by Karel on Mar 1, 2007 0:41:43 GMT -8
OOC: Do NOT read on unless you're listening to this! [ Yasushi Ishii - Logos Naki World] Ya' bast'ds! D: IC: And as the remnant light bounced in the room, the magical dust - shards of diamonds clinked their shine and resonated their cut through the air~ the sight! Beautiful in all its glory... and here in the dark, for this fool god named Poseidon - extinguishing the luminance with his sea of red, the "mortal" denied him of his vision... to fail to admit his mortal nature and call himself "god", and yet no value was claimed for the wondrous sense of sight! And to those fools who were never grateful, The Demon Hunter King Zamiel awaits~ *Katz* The left foot forward, his left hand shooting out to grasp the metaled forehead of thou fool, holding it in the senior's palm as he pushed it backward - abusing the to-be-dead man's blindness, exposing the delicate flesh of his neck... oh pity, how useful that armor must now be! Karel's right hand, suddenly reached into the sleeve of his jacket, brandishing the triumvirate shard of glass and into the fool's neck... one centimetre above the centre of his collar bone he would deny the Water man's privilege to move... to force him to bleed, to linger on the edges of life; The Hitman, The Larcenist, Zamiel, Angel of Death would straighten the poor perspective of the man who was to fall! ... that finally, he, after all this time was a human, "For if thou presumeth to flirt with spirits,""Thou shalt join them."OOC: One down!
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Post by Mercado on Mar 1, 2007 4:41:40 GMT -8
~'Well this wasn't good....'~ Thought Yzal who hadn't even begun to climb the fire escape. Yzal looked behind and Woomin who had said he was going to be behind him was no where in sight. There was only a girl who he had no clue who she was....but he'd worry about that later. Right now, the same girl who he was just looking at, had used a crowbar to break open a window and well...the occupants of the building weren't to pleased about that.
Yzal's stuck his hands in his pockets counting how many rocks he had collected. He only had been able to get six before all this went down. Not that good considering the odds. Several henchmen burst from the doors and spreaded themselves out on the field, but Yzal wasn't to interested in them, it was the bright light that was filling the first floor of the building. That guy, was who Yzal was interested in. Two out of the ten henchmen made their way toward Yzal making him wonder if they seriously thought they only needed two to take him down. Both thugs stood before smiling as if they had already won. Yzal grinned slightly, fully intending to send these guys to the hospital.
Yzal carefully grasped a stone while both his hands were in his pockets. He didn't want to spend to much time on these two guys, they weren't who he had came for.
Similar to that of a wild west movie, Yzal quickly drew his hands from his pockets and threw the two stones toward their heads. He wouldn't wait to even see if the stones would land, they were only for a distraction anyway. The moment the stones were released from his hands, Yzal sprinted off toward the two. He quickly jumped off his left leg while aiming his knee into the face of the thug on Yzal's right. The rock that Yzal had threw at his head had full on missed, but Yzal's knee didn't. Whether his face was broken was another question, but his nose full on might have been due to the impact with Yzal's knee.
Yzal turned his head slightly toward the other henchmen who was lying on the ground holding his forehead. This guy wasn't as lucky as the other guy had been, or maybe he wasn't as fast. Either way it didn't matter to Yzal. Yzal simply walked over to the guy and stomped on his windpipe with his sneaker once to make sure the guy wouldn't get up. Yzal doubted he had the power to kill with his current strength, but incapacitating someone was something he was fully capable of.
As the henchmen dispersed around the field to attend to their own business of things, Yzal decided to take this chance to deduct the number of gods by one. Could he take on a god by himself? He doubted it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. As he pushed in the doors to the first floor, the light from the man ,which was still brightly visible from the outside, was even brighter when Yzal had walked into the first floor.
A man layered in a bright red armor stood in the center of the room. Yzal wasn't briefed on who was who so he figured that he'd at least get the man of who was going to die in the next few minutes. "And you are....?" Yzal said calmly with his hands in pockets again, with both hands again holding a rock firmly in their grip. As soon as he knew if this guy wasn't Zeus, then he'd take him out. He didn't have the time to really deal with all these people.
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Post by june on Mar 1, 2007 14:01:34 GMT -8
OOC: If it's okay with you, I plan on having June take on four of the henchmen, and I want them to be tough so she gets some development in. I leave the other six, or however much are remaining to you'll, and all the gods too.
Everything was chaotic, and to be honest, June had no idea what exactly was going on after the sudden distraction. It was like the the Apocalypse had suddenly dawned upon them all after the sudden shattering of glass, and it was hard to soak everything in. June was no sponge, she took time to process some stuff, and this was one of those times she wished she would of just taken a few more seconds to plan stuff. She seemed to be surrounded, and people seemed to be rushing around the place going to do their own thing. Where did that leave June, what was she supposed to do under these situations? What could she do? Most of the times she would let the men fight, but it seemed that the few next to her were just standing there idle, maybe they were useless after all.
There was ten of them, she made sure to count accurately through out the chaos. At least she had something under control, she could count how bad the odds were against other! Holy mother nature, she was screwed, ten people, against her, and her trusty crowbar that was tightly grasped in between her extremely pale hands.
Luckily, not all of them were after her, it seemed other people were conveniently there as well, so that made things less of a problem for her. Still, it seemed the henchmen were attracted to her because the majority of them caught her attention, four to be exact. They began to move near her, it was most likely because she was holding a weapon in her hand. She gave a gulp, her body beginning to shake slightly, she was a bit scared to be honest. If the other two people actually moved around, possibly jumped in front of her to help, then maybe her confidence would be reinforced. Still, she had to be honest, she didn't like the idea of taking down four people, and each of them wielded weapons as well. The most scary one was the one with a switch blade the farthest onto her right.
It wouldn't be long before she would be forced to scrabble with these guys, get into a huge rumble, and she wasn't looking forward to it at all. She held her crowbar up defensively, how long would she be able to last? Still, this was her part, she had to do it, and besides, at least it gave her a slightly important rule. These henchmen seemed to probably be the toughest, and knowing it was her who made the distraction, she really did look like juicy meat for them to tear apart.
And soon, they would mix, and it wouldn't be pretty.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Mar 2, 2007 7:37:21 GMT -8
OOC: Eh... I got tied up in things. Sorry Yzal... Guess I'll have to go my way? @_@;;
Woomin, who was late along with the other guy, was too prideful to take on any course of action that wasn't his. It just wasn't his style to follow the leads of others. Althought this could eventually lead to his downfall, he didn't really mind. At least he wouldn't have the chance to blame it on other people and he would know thats how far he had gotten with his own power. Which he was still trying to build. BUt more to the point, soon after the Yzal guy left, Woomin heard a window shatter. Of course this caught his attention. What a stupid idea. Smash a window open so they know EXACTLY where you're coming from and they know your whole team has begun to make its move. This action would only make the Legion of Gods inside be more cautious and standby on full alert. So much for breaking necks from the shadow Splinter Cell style.
Although the person who broke the window open and was utterly stupid, Woomin couldn't help but feel a little bad for not going to aid him/her. He didn't really know where the now open window was, but he knew the general area of where the sound came from. After arriving to the "general area", it was pretty easy to locate where the breach had been made. Woomin decided he would arrive with a flashy, well sorta, entrance. He aligned himself with the window. He sped off into an immediate dash. As he neared the window, he would jump through it. As soon as he felt the air around him turn from cold to semi-cold, he knew he was in the building. From this point, he would turn his leap into a forward roll. At the end of his forward roll, he would shoot up into the air only to see thugs already at the scene. It seemed he would have to deal with quite a number. There was no time to count for Woomin. He would only concetrate on detecting movement from his new found adversaries.
OOC: Rushed >_>;;
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Post by Ookami on Mar 2, 2007 16:53:30 GMT -8
Ichimaru was in the room when he saw the god of war, and his henchmen, june took on four, he figured to pick a fight with one until a fist came for his face, he ducked and cursed as he hit the guy in the knot on his chest. He was fortunate to get a weak one, and he continued attacking as the man stumbled and caught a bit of breath, the punch broke the patchwork cast on his arm, it was feeling much better sience it got some rest. before the man could get back and continue to attack, Ichimaru took the man by the hair and crashed his face into his knee, yanked him to one side by the wrist and sent an open palm for his elbow, Ichimaru got a gratifying crack and snapping sound as his attackers arm was broken badly now. This man had enough fight in him to deliver a hard kick to Ichimaru’s cheek, making him stumble and nearly fall, Ichimaru got angry because of the pain in his cheek now, this man hit hard and would make sure he wouldn’t strike again. He was kicked at a second time, but this time he caught the kick at the ankle, bracing himself then he kicked at the leg he used to stand on hard at the kneecap and that too gave a gratfying snap. The man fell to the ground writhing in pain, Ichimaru now lost himself momentarily, all the pent up aggression of the losses he felt flowed into his mind and fueled his anger more. He made his hands into fists again and pumped Qi into both fists and sat hard on the mans chest, knocking the wind out of him, he began to punch the man over and over in the face each time doubling his weight, after a little bit he was cooling off and got off the guy, the man probably wouldn’t be able to eat solid food ever again, or walk without a heavy limp, but that’s what he got for being an aid to the freaks who called themselves gods, he personally wanted a piece of the god of war in the flashy red armor, just to knock him down a notch.
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Post by Alex Malice on Mar 4, 2007 13:05:50 GMT -8
"... And you are?"
Dark and powerful eyes looked to the mortal boy who asked this question. It seemed he was the first to challange the god of war. snapping his fingers the lights on the first floor came on, all of them. Wasn't there some sort of power outage? Was it real or planned? did they know the students where coming? Ares just smiled at the kid and took off his helmet. Revieling dark red hair, that was cut short military style, high and tight. He tossed it to the side and rolled his shoulders making the shoulder armor and back wings fall tot he ground.
Along the walls as the vision of the students would most likely have adjusted by now would be henchman who had been hiding as a surprise for anyone who got past the front. They would circle in Yzal and attempt to keep this fight between Yzal and Ares, keeping anyone else away unless they faught through them.
"I am Ares, The God of War. I will destroy you for killing Hapheastus and Apollo."
Of course he was speaking of the first attack on the school where Hapheastus and Apollo where killed in a grand battle.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 4, 2007 19:25:20 GMT -8
Yzal's eyes shifted back and forth among the crowd of henchmen that surrounded him. If they actually all ganged him, he was done for. Two was nothing, but a room full of them? That was impossible. ~Well this just got interesting~ He thought sarcastically as the men just formed a circle around him and this "Ares" character.
Yzal had no idea what the hell this guy was talking about. But he figured they were maybe the other god's that other students had killed. Yzal gulpped slightly actually sizing up his situation. He had four good sized jagged rocks in his pocket, but that guy didn't know that now did he? With that armor on he would have to aim for somewhere that was exposed. Face, neck, crotch. There were small various gaps, but those were the only spots where he could actually hurt the dark red haired man at.
Yzal wasn't going to pull out one of the sharp stones yet. He had to do when he was sure he coudl get a clear shot. If he could just cut him in a certain spot, Yzal was pretty confident that it could effectively disable this man who called himself a god.
Yzal bounced slightly on the tips of his toes, so he could try and avoid the attack this burly man would throw at him.
~Just one shot.....thats all i need....~ Thought Yzal as his orange eyes stared toward the man clad in a shiny red armor. "So like...any day now my so called 'God'"
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Post by Alex Malice on Mar 6, 2007 20:49:00 GMT -8
Ares rolled his shoulders and the massive War God with the red armor took on a kick boxing stance, raising his arms up infront of his chest, and bending his knees slightly for mobility. The obviouse stance to a seasoned fighter or even some normal fighters would be able to tell the pure power stance of a kick boxer. Tensing for that second right before a kick boxer begins to move as he sucked in precious oxygen and held his breath he shot forward at the boys request. Once within range he would tuck his body to his right side low, then circle around to the other side and high shooting a left hook aimed for the side of the kids head.
Not a regular beginning for a kick boxer, but profecianel boxers liked to use that as a sorta power house winner take all punch, very powerful as it literally throws all you have into it. though if caught with enough time it is easily avoided. But the hidden part of this fight was soon to not be so hidden.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 6, 2007 21:36:39 GMT -8
~A boxing stance?~
It wasn't the most uncommon stance in the world. Yet, it would be the actual first time that Yzal would be fighting against something like it. Yzal hoped that considering the man's armor, it would sought of weigh him down slightly. Sadly that wasn't the case when the man shot forward. Yzal wasn't sure if what he had in mind would work, considering this guy was apparently a god. He'd heard of some other god's were killed, so that blew the immortality theory out of the water. But really could he kill a god simply by himself?
Not to mention the thugs that surrounded him. In the brightly lit room, running wasn't a option. Either he fought, or he probably died. It was just that simple. And chances were that, even if he managed to somehow bring down the god, the thugs would instantly swarm him. Yet, Yzal couldn't focus on them right now. Right now they weren't a threat....this guy....Ares...was.
The longer this fight dragged out, the worse Yzal's chances of getting out of this alive was. He had to take this guy out in the shortest amount of moves he could, the first move if possible.
Surprisingly...the guy wasn't as fast as Yzal thought he would be. Sure, he was fast, but it was a speed Yzal had surpassed. As the god came ever closer, Yzal saw the man in red pull his left arm back while leaning forward into a attack. Yzal's hands were still in his pockets, holding the sharp stones he had gathered outside. He tightly gripped the stones like one would grip a knife about to stab downward, till he waited until the last...possible....moment....too....move.
~NOW!~
Yzal quickly ducked his head down so as the god' left arm would sail over his head aimlessly. As he ducked he simultaneously pulled both his hands out of his pocket and took a quick step to the left side of the god, as he thrusted both hands sideways toward the man's neck. Yzal planned to pierce the man's jugular vein, hoping to kill him in a single strike. If he didn't this fight was going to get real complicated, real fast.
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Post by Alex Malice on Mar 6, 2007 21:44:37 GMT -8
Are's knew by the time he would bring his elbow back into a strike to the boy it would be too late as dodging that would mean he was faster. Probably not all that faster, but faster none the less, be it his mind being faster, or physically, but it was something that was greater. So instead he began to step away, but felt a piercing burning pain in the side of his neck, though it id not hit that all important vein because of his step forward it did pierce into his neck.
The force of the attack sent him off to the side, but it was mostly the pain from having rocks stabbed into his neck. They went slightly deep and he was beginning to bleed pretty badly. Now he was going to be hindered in this fight. Ares wanted to stand now before this mortal boy would have a chance to spring forward and gain even more of an advantage. Because he believed he was immortal he didn't care about stopping the blood loss, he couldn't die. So instead he was going to continue to fight, futaly, but fight non the less.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 6, 2007 21:55:32 GMT -8
Yzal couldn't give this man time to rest. Regardless of the fact that he was bleeding from the wound Yzal had just gave him, Yzal couldn't let him recuperate. He had to snuff out this man's flame while he had this chance, and now would probably be that only chance while Ares was backing away.
While ares was backing away from Yzal's counter attack, Yzal quickly reached into both his pockets grabbing the final rock that rested in each. Yzal quickly dashed toward the man, as he threw the rock in his left hand quickly toward the man's head. If or rather when the man tried to dodge, Yzal, who was holding the rock in his right hand like a dagger, would rip what remained of the man's throat away. Each movement Yzal performed was fluent and followed up quickly. As soon as this god fell, the thugs would be upon him...and after this rock, he would be unarmed.
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Post by Karel on Mar 8, 2007 5:46:12 GMT -8
Meanwhile, Karel was half impressed that this Water dude had not given up on life so easily... but yet, it would only be a matter of time. He was immobile - that much was certain, and given half an hour, he would die of blood-loss no doubt. In other words... some stupid Soul Reaper was being a bit a lazy to arrive on the scene. Propping himself down to get closer to the dying god's body, the senior began pulling off articles of armour... first salvaging the boots and placing on them on his own feet, then tugging off the chest plate and being sure to vest - wearing it on top of his tank top... closing his jacket's zipper so as not to visually expose it. He looked to the next flight of stairs... and dragged the god by the collar... stopping before he completely reached the next level. By now, the enemy was aware of their team's presence... trying a sneak attack was very much pointless given his previous entry. Odd... the building seemed to shake when his toe accidentally struck the next step. Bah. So he figured... why not? Have some fun while doing the job. Still out of eye-sight from anyone on the next level, he removed the blood stained helmet from this god...
... and tossed it into the clearing. Climbing on as he dragged his body behind, Karel had arrived on the fifth level. He looked around...
OOC: For the rest of this quest, Karel will have: Poseidon’s Wrath Boots +4 Str Poseidon’s Chest Plate +4 Con Nulls first two hits of the apponent.
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