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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 16, 2007 19:37:17 GMT -8
"OH SHI-" "K-KNIVES. M-MOAR K-KNIVES."..While, simultaneously throwing the stop sign at Aureus...
Albeit.. he was vulnerable, after throwing the thing in such a lunging manner, might not be able to react in time...
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Post by Aureus on Dec 22, 2007 10:39:34 GMT -8
Running closer to the guy with all the weapons, Aureus slide like he was in a John Woo movie to avoid the stop sign. A group of doves flew past as the stop sign slammed against the wall and the Beretta found it's way into the ex-Pillar's hand. Still sliding, the dark haired teen swung his arm towards Johnathan. With sloppy, one eyed aim, Aureus pulled the trigger again and again, stopping about a half second between each shot to adjust for the recoil. Once the clip had emptied, he ejected it from the gun and called for another. By this time he was back on his feet and circling around his target.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 22, 2007 23:18:34 GMT -8
"Who Bring's A Knife To A Gun Fight??" *DUT*
*DUT*
He slammed against the wall, trying to force himself out of the way... But found his right leg suddenly seething with pain. Knives clattered to the floor, useless.. And one landed, blade-first, on his hand.. But he gripped it anyways, and pivoted it about, deflecting a bullet, picking up another knife mid-air, this one on the hilt.. deflected another.. a ricochet tearing up the top part of his jeans on the right side.
A few other lesser scratches.
But he would not give his enemy the chance to reload peacefully...
*SWISH*
Spinning about, slamming into the other side of the wall, he threw a blade hap-hazardly at him, trying to get out of the way, while making one very important call..."F-FRESHMEN!"...Never a better time for a meat shield then an unsuspecting audience member.
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Post by Aureus on Dec 25, 2007 0:28:36 GMT -8
Aureus was happy that Johnathan managed to deflect a few of the shots. He knew he was capable of such maneuvers, because if he wasn't, well what would have been the point? He didn't want to kill the guy, with a firearm no less. There was no challenge in it. The whole purpose was fun. Pain and physical strife, what's better than that?
The blade that his opponent had thrown caught the teen square in the chest and made him stumble back a few inches before regaining his composure. Pulling it out, he flung it back before reloading the pistol. And what next? A human shield? The idea of shooting a helpless bystander full of holes didn't appeal much to the schizo and instead he holstered the weapon and ran in to kick his target along with his shield into a wall.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 6, 2008 14:25:47 GMT -8
CRASH - THAT DRAMATIC PUSH What better way to liven up things than with a bit of 'drama' and overemphasis? Hence, television.
He could feel himself crashing into a wall---No, into the wall. Spitting up blood, he slammed his hands down on the ground, winding up foot, and thrusting it forward, to kick the freshmen, and hopefully Aureus back outside, between the walls. He'd use the momentum of the kick to push himself forward, and roll, just barely using his hands to stop him, stopping in a kneeling position.
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Post by Aureus on Jun 2, 2008 20:27:12 GMT -8
The shield was kicked back at him, forcing Aureus to the ground along with it. Rolling to his right and spinning to his feet, the Pillar closed the small gap between them and would attempt to slam his knee into Johnathan's face, if he was still in the kneeling position. Otherwise he would go with a simple tackle followed up with a headlock. He was sure that his opponent was out of knives. If not, he was in trouble...
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 24, 2008 1:49:11 GMT -8
AND AFTER HALF A YEAR'S INTERMISSION: *SMASH*"EUGGHHH..."The tired German went sailing into the wall, bricks falling over him, as he cratered into it. Coughing up blood... Left hand going down his face, he slowly got up to his feet. Haggard. But definetely not out... Arms tired, resting at his sides. Slightly mangled by falling bricks and loose debris---Or was this deception?
With a whisk of his foot, the German brought up a brick, and kicked it at Pillar. Charging forth after the brick, he brought about a kick, the blood trailing drops after him, as he kept it as a quick sweeping kick to the shins, to try and throw the Pillar off balance.
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