Zana
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Post by Zana on Apr 7, 2008 10:04:42 GMT -8
Zan watched as the blades of doom hurtled towards him with lightning speed. He hoped to try and get closer to the man without seriously getting hurt- after all, he wanted to preserve his life.
"This is going to hurt."
Zan watched the blades carefully as he jumped backwards while forcefully throwing himself to the side. This would not end well. Those blades had good reach while the thrower had immense strength to support his weapons.
Overall, the opponent was a bit too scary, a bit too strong, and a bit too aggressive.
Now, back to the battle. As Zan threw himself sideways, he felt one of the blades slide across the front of his torso. Oh joy. Watching the blade come close like that, he knew that there would be consequences. As he landed on the hard roof floor, he immediately rolled sideways, jumped up and started to run towards the chained scythes. He could try to pour acid on the chains themselves- surely they would weaken. Or...
Midway, Zan pivoted and changed his direction. Towards Amos it was.
What was that other fighter doing...hm...
Leaving the other to mind their own business, he ran towards Amos- and skidded besides the fellow. Feeling himself tip slightly, Zan quickly withdrew the acid- or the remnants of it- and chucked it, with a spin, at Amos' leg. The acid should hit the knee. If not, then the spin would rotate the bottle downward and hit the feet. Either way, that was not the main concern of Zan's at the moment, since he went tumbling off to the side.
Time to get back up!
He felt something oozing out of his abdomen. ....
Blood?! He was bleeding indeed. A cut across his stomach had opened a thin, yet noticeable wound, while ripping his shirt. Curse those weapons of doom!
Zan got back up.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 9, 2008 12:57:08 GMT -8
He gripped, his hands crushing into the hilt of his baton. He jumped forwards, his baton held high, which he brought down in a vertical strike, attempting to crush the boy with one swift blow. The baton hurtled forwards, readying to crack the boys skull. He would not escape easily, as as soon as this attack was finished, he planned on landing on his foot, and then kicking of, and executing an upwards sweep, from low left to high right, of his weapon, attempting to swat at the retreating boy.
Now, all that aside, if your move is to knock both of us out... then I'll accept that, being the ambitious little bastard that I am. XD*DEEP THROAT VOICE* SUICIDE!  Victory, defeat... Apparently, the opponent was flexible enough to twist his body out of the way. But not enough to get his whole body out of the way.---*WHACK*
...Something was slamming into the back of his neck. "Unfettered" was falling forward, arms flailing, attempting to grip on the closest thing next to him, the British punk, wrapping his bokken about the punk's back... his face showed something between pure exiliration und fear...
---No. Just pure excitement.
Using this momentum, he'd try to kick up his entire body towards the punk, wrap his other leg about him, and get a hold of the british punk by the waist, using his legs...
Of course, the ledge was very close... Meaning that they were going to head down... down... down... down...
Down...
DOWN.
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KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!!!
Status Report:
Statistic Modification:
Strength: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Dexterity: 17 x 0.73 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Constitution: 35 x 1.7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 35 x 0.73 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Charisma: 31 - 7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level Postly Qi Consumption)
Current Statistics:
Strength: 53
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 26
Charisma: 24
*50% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -15% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 73/100
*Vulnerable To Fire, Electricity, Hot/Warm Water
*Strong Against Earth, Cool Water
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits (No Hits Used)
Versus Sol's Statistics:
Strength: 16 + 2 +15 +10 = 44?...  ?
Dexterity: 23 - 3 -15% = 17
Constitution: 13 + 2 = 15
Intelligence: 21 = 21
Wisdom: 25 -3 = 22
Charisma: 20 + 3 = 23
Statistic Comparison:
"Unfettered" Has A 21% Strength Advantage Over Sol!
Sol Has A 42% Dexterity Advantage Over "Unfettered"!
"Unfettered" Has A 300% Constitution Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 95% Intelligence Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 18% Wisdom Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 4% Charisma Advantage Over Sol! |
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Aureus
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Post by Aureus on Apr 20, 2008 19:19:22 GMT -8
This guy's fuckin' wacko. Aureus thought, diving and rolling to his top left to avoid the sickle. He would have to stay low to keep from getting sliced in half and would need a few seconds to come up with an idea. The Freshmen girl was going for a metal chair, and the boy was attempting to throw something at the maniac's knee. Throw something...well it was better than doing nothing.
Staying low and running over to another one of the chairs, Aureus would dodge the weapon once more, the pick up the chair and fling it towards the attacker.
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Post by Stu Pott on Apr 25, 2008 11:47:12 GMT -8
Potemkin
The big man laughed as his hand succeeded, but then the girl was on the offensive.
He swatted at the little girl, who pulled something he didn't expect. He was suddenly flying through the air, his entire mass, which was quite a lot, hurtling towards the edge of the roof. He crashed into it, sending small pieces of debris clattering to the ground below. He was soothing his head when he finally put together what the girl had said.
HEY! Boss likes me for who I am! Unlike girlies like you who make fun of Potemkin when in school... Now I squish wee girlies...
Potemkin stood up, brushing himself off. He took a few steps forwards, and then he leaped forwards, not a jump, a leap. Two massive hands came from both sides, attempting to squash Olesya between their massive fingers. If he in fact hit her, he would also grab onto her. He was angry now... his mind somewhat irrational. No telling what he could, and would do to this little girl.
Sol
The two boys were wrapped in a death embrace. An embrace that few people ever shared. Sol stared into the eyes of his attacker. They were plummeting off of a multiple story building. Sol looked into the boy's eyes.
His head moved forwards. His lips met the other boys. The evil embrace changed.
A lover's embrace.
They hit the ground, Sol having twisted so that his body would hit the ground first. He smashed, hard, into the ground, lungs immediately rupturing, his spine cracking in three parts, both legs broken. Blood surged into his lungs. He coughed and it spewed forthwards from his mouth, splattering against Unfettered's face.
He looked into Unfettered's eyes, the life escaping Sol slowly but surely. He would be dead long before any ambulance or anything else could save him.
The stare.
Tha... Than... Thank yo... you... You were... were... were... the bes... bes... best.. best fighter i've ever... ever...
He was gone. Unfettered would be hurting as the two boys had just fell off a building.
Amos
Amos was fairing much better than all other participants, despite the fact that he had twice as many enemies as Potemkin. He was laughing maniacally as the students dodged left and right his chains. The slashed left and right, and finally drew blood. The Zan boy didn't notice it. Suddenly, he tugged, and nothing came back. What the hell!?
What the FUCK!?
He yanked again, and looked. The girl had wrapped the chain up in a chair. That fucking bitch!
YOU FUCKING BITCH!
He yanked hard. The chain tensed. He yanked again. The chain was being pulled too tightly.
Suddenly, the sudden appearance of Zan by him was startling. He hucked something at his knee. It shattered, and a sudden burning was felt as the pant was burned away and the skin began bubbling.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
He yanked hard in surprise, and the chain on the sickle shattered. Down now to only one sickle, the other one permanently tangled in the chair that Emily had once had (It had flown from he grasp and off the side of the roof) now sailing downwards and crashing, smashing, upon the ground, wounding a few students.
He got pissed. He ran towards Emily now, and threw the sickle. He followed it up by charging and attempting to grab the girl. A chair came out of nowhere. He twisted on a foot, and grabbed it out of mid air, pivoting on his foot as he hurled the chair back at Aureus. He continued his attack on Emily.
He growled in anger.
OH SHIT. OH SHI-
Sol has been taken out by Unfettered, though Unfettered is now extremely hurt from falling off a fucking building. Potemkin is embroiled in a fight with Olesya and Saint. He's currently pretty pissed off. Amos loses his sickles to Emily's smart little trick and Zan's even more devious Acid attack. He is also super pissed.
TWO TURNS TILL THE BOMBS GO OFF IF ANY GROUP MEMBER IS ALIVE.
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Post by seishounohana on Apr 25, 2008 18:54:57 GMT -8
If I misunderstood anything, let me know XD I'll make the edits.
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Corrected some wrong spellings and stuff.YOU FUCKING BITCH!Her move worked! Ha! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!The man screamed at the sudden acid attack. Well, one things for sure... he was now twice, or thrice as mad as before... well, at least now he was unarmed considering that he threw away his last sickle - that was a very good advantage for the three of them, considering that it enabled them to fight at close-range with their opponent. But now, she was the primary target of this madman's anger. "Crap!"Luckily, a chair was thrown... distracting the man for a split second, enabling her to make a run for it in the parallel direction Amos was charging in, using her small frame to her advantage. From behind she would grab the frame remnant of a rusted off chair from the ground, it's tip pointed and bent 45 degrees... From behind, Emily held onto the piece of junk with both her hand, pivoting herself to run back towards Amos and swinging the metal to hit Amo's left flank (where the spleen would be) with the pointed part. If it hit and impaled Amos, Emily would quickly push deeper, slightly upwards towards the man's vital organs, namely an important part of his circulatory system, the spleen... and she wouldn't stop until half the meter long bar had gone up his body. And Emily would be smirking all the while. However, if Amos wasn't distracted enough to not notice Emily's assault, she would be caught by the throat. "G-Get your... filthy hand... off me!" she would say, grabbing hold of his arm with her hands, her semi-long nails digging deep into the flesh. Emily's anger would cause her Qi to skyrocket, making the temperatures around her and Amos reach her current maximum of 80 degrees; all Emily did now, was concentrate all her Qi to raise the temperatures on Amos's leg, hopefully setting him on fire or having the acid explode with the sudden rise in temperature.
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Post by Aureus on Apr 26, 2008 19:51:19 GMT -8
Aureus laughed after catching the chair that had been thrown back at him. Now that this guy had lost his sickles, he was nothing but a loud, bothersome push over. He was reasonably strong, but pretty slow, especially after that little acid attack. And so Aureus would charge in, regardless of what happened to Emily, and smash the chair into his back. So either he would be forced to drop Emily, or be further damaged after the girl impaled him.
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Post by Zana on Apr 26, 2008 21:33:07 GMT -8
((Can I assume the chain broke off and fell on the floor? EHHHHH??? O_<))
Zan fell to the floor once more. That cut on his stomach didn't seem normal at all. The damned thing kept on bleeding!
Luckily, as soon as he had finished his attack, and landed, he had taken off his jacket- and wrapped it tightly around the wound. That should help stop the bleeding a bit....or his jacket would be permanently ruined. Jerking his head up, he spotted the two other fighters still going at the big guy with fervor unparalleled. Fun!
Dashing towards the group, he spotted the remnants of Amos's chain on the floor. Oh goody! A weapon which would be fun to use. Running by, he rolled once and actually rolled over the chain, causing a nasty bruise on his upper back.
"Shit."
Scrabbling with his right hand, he managed to salvage it and landed on all fours with his view of the three closer now then ever. That girl had gone up for another attack with an old chair- and the other guy which he hadn't noticed seemed to be using the chair as well .
Then he noticed Amos' leg, with it's odd acid burn and ripped attire.
A devilish grin spread across the young boy's face as he continued running with the chain in hand, covering the distance between him and the Gigantor. Looking to his right he saw Aureus, who was quite a bit faster, covering the ground with much more ease. Well......he had a chain, so it was all good.
Drawing the chain back a bit, Zan whipped it with all the strength he could muster, while twisting his body slightly. The chain would fly towards Amos' injured leg, and strike it hard, as it wrapped around. That is....
Not a good idea. Zan decided to run forward a bit more, until he was within a good range with his newfound weapon. From here, he would whip it at Amos' leg, which he had a much better view of, as the attacks continued. The chain would presumably hit the burnt leg, which might cause the guy to cripple.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2008 13:51:15 GMT -8
{OoC: What Saint does depends on Olesya, just a note.}
Olesya was holding her own against the massive mountain of muscles, but Saint had to intervene (finally) when the man lunged for seemed no real worse for the wear after her clever maneuver. Now the pillar couldn’t just stand and let that happen, so he burst forward at full speed. He had an idea but it required that this man be as simple as his manner of speech could lead someone to be, and to be completely focused on crushing Olesya… and only her. That way he could land his blow without being noticed by the massive man. And so Saint continued to sprint forward at full speed toward the two just as Potemkim launched forward toward the female student with murderous intent.
“Duck.”
Simple enough command, as long as Olesya heard him and recognized his voice… a gamble that much was certain… or was it? Lucky enough the height difference between the two would make things easier. But really the pillar had three paths of attack preplanned, in order to defuse this situation quickly to make a pun of it.
Method 1: Olesya hears and does duck. Saint would use her as a spring board to aid his attack. In essence doing a handspring off the girl’s back at full speed with his legs crouched tightly so when he spun around he could launched them fully into the body of the large man. To be precise just below the ribcage, digging with both heels as a focal point and extending his legs to deepen the attack.
Method 2: Potemkim’s attack is successful. Saint would slightly alter his path and proceed into a soccer-style slide tackle with his feet primed to strike directly on the man’s knee cap in hopes of causing him to crumble to a kneeling position. That would be followed by an ax kick, a large swooping arch of his left leg and Saint would drive his heel into the area where the collarbone meets the neck.
Method 3: Olesya simple avoids to the side. Saint would proceed in, taking to the air to drive his legs into the chest of the massive man. Of course as he fell he would turn to his Capoeira studies and catch himself on his arms and shoulders. From there he’d spin about with his long legs outstretched to sweep out Potemkim’s feet, only working if Potemkim had been knocked back.
Oddly Saint did not want to really harm the man, just temporarily incapacitate him in order to prevent the devices he had seen from going off. Honestly, if he felt he had the time to talk to the man and stop this all from happening… he would.
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Post by olesya on Apr 28, 2008 14:05:19 GMT -8
OH SHI- Getting back to her feet after throwing the large man, even with momentum on her side, the force of throwing him threw her to her knees. However as she looked back up, the giant man was lumbering toward her, the ground shaking is he launched himself from the ground, looking like some grotesque wrestling player leaping off the post of an arena square...thing. No matter the word, Olesya was about to experience some pain.
Think, think, think! She had to act fast. Her body was moving for her while she figured out her options, dumbstruck, backpedaling away from the large man. but then a voice spoke out for her.
"DUCK!"
She didn't question the voice, collapsing to her knees, arms over her head. She felt something, or someone make contact with her curled up form, a brief pressure on her back like something bouncing on her, nothing like the excruciating crunch and (hopefully instant) blackout she expected between the mammoth's hands.
Daring to peak up when the large amount of pain didn't come, she saw another figure launching themselves at the giant man. He wasn't bathed in the bandages he had been the last time she saw him, but Olesya recognized the pillar nonetheless. Zachariah?
It looked like he was here to help, and right on time. This behemoth was getting mean. She would do what she could to help Zachariah's attack succeed and to take out the brute as well.
"Hey Gigantor!"
She yelled to deter his attention as Saint was in the air. He was a simpleton, and hopefully the shout would keep him off of Saint long enough to prevent a counter. Next she ran at him and to the right, sliding she kicked out her right foot, her left hand anchoring her on the ground as she swept her foot, hooking behind Gigantor's left foot. She hoped that in compliment to Saint's frontal attack, this trip kick would send him flying on his back at the very least.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 13, 2008 13:26:07 GMT -8
What A Way To Die, Ja? ...There eyes met. Shit, were they both going to die? Hey, what's he doing? Why's his head moving in so clos---
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LIVES WILL END.
...Then, the punk did the unthinkable... and shifted his body so that... Goddammit.
*WHUMP*
...All the German could feel was the blood seeping about himself.. Was it his own? Was it the Brit's? Vision faded in and out. His hand... where the hell was his left hand?---Fuck. Dammit. Shit, shit, shit, shit... Moving his right hand to it, he snapped it back into place. Even with his Qi, he could still feel it. That was going to hurt, when his Qi turned off. Barely even able to move his body, he slumped over the dying boy. Blood going across his opponent's lips... Hell, he'd be surprised if he didn't bleed to death himself. Couldn't tell where he was hurting more, where the blood was coming out from---Tha... Than... Thank yo... you... You were... were... were... the bes... bes... best.. best fighter i've ever... ever...Death.
That made kill #2."...Goddamn... homoz..."Rolling painfully off. he looked up into the sky. The worst part was... he wasn't sure if he didn't mind the kiss or not. That alone put him into a state of disgust. Goddamn hormones needed to decide already. Already, his mind telling him he'd have deep psychological issues later on in life, conciousness left him, eye still open...
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Post by Stu Pott on May 19, 2008 9:50:54 GMT -8
POTEMKIN HUA!!
~The giant man was set to squash and crush the little girl. He would squeeze the life out of her oh yes he would he would. She would bleed and cry and scream between his fingers. But mostly bleed. Or maybe he'd have his way with her first, pin her down with his massive fingers, undo his trousers, and rape her... Yes. That is what he would do. But first, she must be dealt with. A broken leg and arm maybe. Or perhaps a sternum. Or a r-
Ouch.
What the hell. Why am I moving backwards. There is a boy in front of me now. He is kicking me. It hurts.
A lot.
That bastard!~
Potemkin took the kick directly in the chest, his simple mind focusing purely on the girl. But, he wasn't completely defenseless. He had a lot of stamina, he was a big guy.
Well, time to get rid of this pest.
The boy was directly in front of him, as he kicked him. Potemkin's huge arms, forces of destruction in of themselves, were already on their course together. He only slightly altered their direction. Both hands came crashing down upon Saint's arms, with Potemkin's full power.
With this thunderclap, he grasped onto the boy as well.
You... Little boy, are going nowhere.
The girl came to try and kick his leg out, but he was having none of it. He lifted his leg, and let her spin. With its downwards movement, he kicked at the girl. He would hopefully cause the girl to go skittering away from him.
Back to the boy, now stuck in his long grasp.
He lifted the boy above his head, careful to keep the boy's legs upwards so he couldn't kick him in the face. With a grunt, he threw the boy, headfirst, towards the door where the stairs open. At this velocity, and his weight, a good chance that the boy would go through the door into the stairwell, which would be better than just hitting the cement wall next to the door.
He was deranged, falling into bad attack patterns, just throwing his weight around.
Sol
Sol was dead. His body lay broken, blood still slowly oozing out of his ears mouth and eyes. Yet, he held a smile. He had found true love in his final moments.
Plus, Unfettered had rolled right onto his hand, which now, in his final seconds, grasped strongly down upon unfettered's buttcheek.
Bliss indeed.
AMOS HUA!
He would not deter from his course. He would kill this girl. She would die by his hands, and hopefully another student as well. She grabbed a pipe. Silly girl. He had watched Unfettered pull the same trick on that other student so long ago, when the Enforcers were introduced.
Now, she would die.
The pipe came from the side. He grabbed her wrist. He shook his head.
Tisk tisk silly girl.
He twisted, her arm would be buckling if not broken by the time she realized what would be happening. The pipe would fall from her hand from the sudden move. With his other hand, which he soon found really warm, he offered a quick three jabs directly to the girl's face.
His leg was itching. Bubbling.
With one more rocket of a punch, he would bash her in the face. Except....
Something clanged against his back. It hurt like a bitch. A fucking chair?!
Hold Emily in one hand, keeping up the twisting pressure as bone began to groan. He saw Aureus standing there with a chair, preparing another swing. He backhanded quickly, which would either send him sprawling or knock him away.
More twisting. Then the painful bubbling began to sting, and then he felt the warmth of blood pour out.
The bastard he was fighting first whipped his own chain around his feet. It hurt like fuck, the blood pouring out as the already weak skin was ripped away.
with a final twist, and what he thought was something popping, he hurled Emily at the boy, Zan. They would collide in a wonderful explosion of bodies and limbs. Someone's virginity might be stolen by the force that Amos threw the girl.
With a turn, he now focussed solely on Aureus. With a devilish grin, he ran at him. He was slow, but not crippled yet. His leg bled freely, and he wouldn't have much time left on it.
With a spearing tackle, he drove towards Aureus. He would collide into the boy's midsection, and land dangerously close to the side of the building, almost off the roof. He would try and squeeze the life out of him, holding the boy's stomach to his face as he squeezed, disallowing shots on his face.
Overall... a dangerous predicament.
POTEMKIN GOT DRILLED IN THE FUCKING CHEST! HOWEVER, WITH A GREAT HEAVE, HE CAUGHT SAINT AND THREW HIM THROUGH A FUCKING DOOR. SOL DIES HAPPY, ONE HAND IMPLANTED FIRMLY ON THE ASS OF UNFETTERED. AMOS IS SLOWING DOWN, HIS LEG PRETTY FUCKED UP. HOWEVER, EMILY MAY HAVE EITHER A BROKEN OR DISLOCATED SHOULDER/ARM, AND ZAN JUST GOT HIT WITH ANOTHER PERSON. BUT TRUE PERIL FACES AUREUS, WHO IS NOW FIRMLY GRIPPED BY AMOS. HOW WILL THEY SURVIVE?
ONE TURN TILL EITHER AMOS OR POTEMKIN CAN BLOW THE BOMBS. NEXT POST, SHOULD EITHER STILL BE ALIVE, BOTH WILL TRY TO TRIGGER THE EXPLOSIONS. DO WHAT YOU CAN TO STOP THEM!
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Post by Aureus on May 19, 2008 12:35:09 GMT -8
The bothersome oaf had been able to endure the shot with the chair and retaliated with a swift backhand that succeeded in knocking the Pillar back about five feet. Recovering, he backed up another four feet as he was sure the boy attention would return to him after he had dispatched the Freshmen. It was the best course of action, as by this point the jerk was about as slow as a dial up modem and forcing him to charge would provide a wonderful opening with which Aureus could put him down for good.
The sad run told all. The dull eyed boy was over twice as fast as his opponent. Taking a moment to consider the boy's posture, it was obvious that he would attempt some sort of tackle. There was no pulled punch, and the degree to which he was learning forward would be counter productive to any sort of kick, even a dropkick. Therefore when the oaf had cleared half of the distance between them, Aureus would dash forward and pull his knee fiercely upward into Amos' face, neck, or sternum, whichever happened to line up with his knee. If that was enough to stun him, the Senior would follow it up with an elbow to the back of the head.
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Post by seishounohana on May 19, 2008 16:41:07 GMT -8
What?!
NO BLOOD?
The girl looked up and finally noticed her wrist be taken into a vice grip. A few tries at trying to get off failed, and it was starting to hurt.
And he twisted.
What ... a strangely familiar feeling.
Right now, the didn't know what was more painful... the three jabs right to her face, or the darned wrist.
One more punch would come.
She was ready.
But saved by a chair.
Emily was holding back her screams and groans of agony, bones twisted beyond their normal range. She would've let go of that thing she was holding on her other hand if he didn't put her in so much pain.
She held the pipe so hard, blood gushed out of her hand. Emily would probably be needing a tetanus shot later on.
He moved again as he dealt with Aureus, the bone twisting further and Emily would just breathe in outmost horror of that pain.
then...
CRACK.
"a-a-aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her elbow had just dislocated. The Radius and ulna basically out of commission and DEMANDED medical attention.
Her body was numb with pain... but why was it so ... exhilarating?
... and now, she just noticed that she was sent flying towards Zan.
Emily shook in pain -- she had been sent forward, and knocked Zan down to the ground, but herself? -- she basically rolled forward again, rolling with her back onto the floor... face facing the bright blue sky.
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No, her virginity was just fine.
She was very, very dazed. Her eyes dulled over... her eyes closing ever so slowly, lulled to sleep by the pain...
Her eyes closed.
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Then they shot themselves open -- a weird, sinister grin feigned in Emily's face. She stumbled her way back standing somehow, her mind dulled with pain.
Enter, Kari Aoyama.
"FWahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~" She would laugh meekly to herself, barely audible as she was taking off her green turtleneck and placed it onto her other hand, which was perfectly fine.
She was trembling in excitement.
SOMEONE. WILL. BURN.
ALIVE.
Emily would disappear from normal view, having jumped a moment later. With Amos COMPLETELY distracted by Aureus, probably dazed from the pillars punches, and definitely slowed down by Zan's acid's aftereffects, she shot the cotton-woven turtleneck into his face from behind.
Yes, she also used her dislocated arm to help. It would slip on rather nicely, the thing making Amos unable to see.
Anger. Fury. Wrath.... HATE.
Memories of the past adding fuel to the fire... Emily's Qi would skyrocket, going a couple of hundred degrees higher than it should be. Did she suddenly unlock all her Qi? Not at all.
This was her wrath... her anger unleashed to it's fullest when all of her didn't care of what happened. She wanted something done. SHE WILL GET IT DONE.
There was no mistaking it.
THIS. MAN. WILL. BURN.
The Qi concentrated itself into the shirt, it immediately would burst into wild, uncontrollable flames. Hooray for flammable materials!
... and at the same time, Emily would fall backwards and roll away into the middle of the floor. Completely unconscious.
Emily just slipped her cotton turtleneck into Amo's head and set it on fire! How amusing! But she is in a bad condition, her forearm receiving multiple dislocations. She will need medical attention... which Layla Clavering, will be more than happy to fix.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2008 23:22:44 GMT -8
Sure enough Saint’s attack had worked but he now found himself quite a precarious position as the massive man raised the pillar above his head and proceeded to hurl him toward the entrance from which he had come. Unable to do anything to change his directory, the pillar merely curled into a ball to brace for impact and… BANG!… he slammed through the metal door and flew over the final few steps up into the wall where he then dropped painfully to the platform between sets of stairs. He had been able to shift from to a headfirst impact to a back first, which changed his flight from near fatal to severely painful. Of course the residual damage from his recent fight made things even worse.
Slowly Saint willed his body to move after a few moments, moments they didn’t have to waste. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes as he crawled back up to the top of the stairs. He finally climbed to his feet propping himself against the frame of the door he’d just been thrown through. A few pants and a wince from the agony and the pillar stepped back onto the roof toward the large man who seemed to be hell-bent on this plan of theirs. If only was some way to get whatever device they were using to detonate these bombs, if they were timed all this effort would be meaningless. With no time to spare, Saint would have to attack despite how much he may not want to…
Speeding forward again Zachariah had yet another plan… distract Potemkin. Not all to great of one considering he had no knowledge of the kind of shape Olesya was in, but still he banked of her thinking up something more clever to do. Charging straight in at full speed Saint simply lower his shoulder and lunged forward toward the abdomen of the massive man. How much damage this would do relative to the damage that could be done to him… a smarter or more health conscious fighter would never even think of such an assault. Saint knew he was going to be pounded for this but if they could consistently split his attention they could pull this off.
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Post by Zana on May 20, 2008 15:09:42 GMT -8
With a feeling of triumph, Zan watched as his nice little chain whipped around Amos's leg. That should give the giant some pain- as well as some excruciating side effects. Unfortunately, the chain had bubbled and melted away as the acid reacted with it as well.
"That was a nice blow-"
His self- expressed sentence would be cut short by an odd cracking sound, followed by a weird aura of incoming projectile missiles....no, no. It was simply Emily...wait- Emily?! What the hell?! Jerking back into the real world, Zan looked up as the chain slipped from his hands. Here comes Emily...here comes Emily...oh dammit- here comes freaking Emily!!!! MATRIX!!
Raising his forearms up as quickly as possible, Zanathos tried to block the incoming student, as he leaned forward.
...............................................from the background one could hear a deep ominous voice saying:
UNSTOPPABLE!
Kerbammm~
Shit! That woman struck him hard- like....like a freaking cannonball. At the same time, when she struck him and continued to roll off, he had fallen backward- onto his back, which now stung like crazy, as both of his wrists began to swell slightly. The right one was bruised- and possibly sprained-..........wait.......yeah, definitely sprained.
Even worse- it felt like someone had just taken his virginity- curse that giant bastard- curse him!!! Jumping back to his feet, he felt his knees buckle slightly. Shaking, and feeling his wrist shoot sparks of pain throughout his arm, Zan muttered the truest saying to himself- ever:
"I'm not cut out for this shit."
Kicking the chain away, he glanced over his shoulder and sighed. He'd need to check up on her later. Spasm attack! Doubling over, Zan cough up blood into the palm of his good wrist and felt his stomach burn. He was bleeding again- not heavily, but definitely enough to make him feel sick.
So close-.........oh so close.
He would sit down for a little bit- and maybe recover his energy. So, he did that. Kneeling, and taking deep breaths, Zan sat down for a bit......then stood up. He couldn't just keel over and give in, not yet-
Striding over to the large hole- that of the student who got thrown into the level below them, he picked up a large chunk of debris. This rock should do the trick...
Drawing his arm back, Zan would wait for the right moment. As soon as Aureus and Emily got out of the way, or until he had a clear shot of that injured leg- he would throw it...
...!Throw! and another chunk of rock followed, aiming for Amos's legs- which were the clearest targets, due to Aureus's body.
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