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Post by "Unfettered" on May 13, 2008 13:43:54 GMT -8
OOC: Apologies if quality is down... Post is being created at our school. This occurs before 'End Of The Enforcers' and 'An Explosive Ending'.Only Getting Better & Better "GWUA!"Giving a long blow of air, face slightly bruised up, he let his lips close up, letting the air blow into a whistle, until there was nothing left.
Pulling up from last attack, he looked about at his three combantants. Starting a stupid argument over some girl, then letting it escalate? Pfft, the German was only glad he caught it before it began to spiral out of control. Hefting up his bokken, taking great pleasure with the handling, he looked about, left hand waving watchers off, silently telling them to get back to class. Technically, he was still an S.H.C.P.... But ever since Mr. Asiv's death... well...
Well, no need to talk about that for now. That's what the plans were for, no?
Hair getting in the way, his left hand, covered by his Ares War Glove went over it, tucking it behind his left ear. A look of either contempt or extreme lucidity crossing his face, lips tight with the look of business, but his eye giving off a feel of... Well, it was half-closed. Hard to tell. Resting the back of his bokken on his back, he pocketed his left hand into his Hades coat---
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 16:00:52 GMT -8
Bastille felt a crunch. Sticking out her tongue she felt the two pieces of her now broken tooth pick. Growling she spit them out without a second glance. She wanted to smoke, but for homis sake she wouldn’t. she would abstain. But it was pissing her the hell off. She was wearing her fencing wardrobe today, since she had a class to teach as soon as school was over. Her mother had signed her up as an instructor on the notion it might help her develop a sweet and soft aura, pffft right. Ok. Sure, soft and sweet loving Bastille. Her name alone seemed to give people a bad impression, why should her attitude differ their opinions.
She heard a loud skidding noise as she saw a boy land in front of her path. She looked down as him then kicked him out of the way as she was in no mood to simply step over today. She saw the man in front of her who had just beat them down. Placing a hand on her hip her eyes narrowed. Crimson red they began to grow almost brick red as they darkened. Stepping into the cross fire zone she looked around as some of the crowd began to look at her whispering. She shot them a look before turning back to the guy in the middle. She had heard of him. He was supposed to be tough right?!. She sighed and crossed her arm her rapier hanging loosely from her side where it was attacked to a leather strap around her shoulders.
“what’s all this?!” she asked her voice flat and hinting venom. She stared at the other guy waiting for an answer. He was interesting. Maybe Bastille could get a few answers out of him, of course counting he didn’t attack her but she would just wait and see how it played out wouldn’t she?
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 13, 2008 19:28:53 GMT -8
Enter The Girl With Red Eyes Breathing in, letting himself recover, he waited for the crowd to dissipate---Well, so much for that. A girl stepped in, kicking one of the boys out of the way. Rather unnecessarily. If she wasn't in the mood, she could've at least stepped on them. She was staring straight at him... Whoa. A pair of pretty intense eyes. Red eyes. Kind of like a demon's, you'd almost think. But then, he had white hair, and people did crazier things with themselves, so he cast that surprise away just as quickly as it came strolling into his head. His eye staring straight back at her, left hand still pocketed, but his right hand now sliding the bokken up his shoulder, lifting it off, and then letting it fall down, sliding it back into its original position. Sort of waiting.
She too apparently sensed some tension, hands getting close to her---Wow... a rapier? Well, that was interesting. He didn't think this school had fencing. And same with the clothes too..“what’s all this?!” The German looked up, back into Miss Red Eyes. Maybe she needed some 'Clear Eyes', no?...Bad joke. Blame it on the damned American commercials. Quietly, the bokken stopped tapping. Mind quickly going over a few thoughts."...Vy?" he began slowly. "You ze girlfriend of von of zese punks?"...Vengeance and all of that good stuff, ja? 'Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned.'
Wasn't like he was blind, though. His right arm slowly moved his bokken down to his side, not pointing it at anyone, 'til the five-foot thing was close to his feet, almost touching the ground, 'save for the elbow room he left for it. Never once in the whole procession did his eye leave hers. Another fight, and so quickly? Well, girls weren't his forte, but, he never believed in absolute sexual discrimination. That, and... besides, she was kinda cute. And these days, fighting was the closest he'd ever get to any girl. Keeping up a stony face, keeping his entire body upright, he took his left hand out of his pocket, swaying to her, as if to ask, 'Well, frau?'. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 21:45:41 GMT -8
Bastille smirked.
“oh hell no” she said grinning.
French hated Germans. Germans hated French. Bastille wasn’t French but she was close enough. That would become her excuse. Pulling out the rapier she pointed it at him taking a perfect stance. Her body poised almost as if ready to leap into the steps of a ballet. She smirked her red eyes almost glowing as she crouched lower her form almost that of a graceful panther ready to strike in the dance between predator and prey. Bastille had to hand it to herself. She was a glutton for punishment. She knew she had a slim chance of beating this guy, with his qi and all and well to be honest she was only doing this so that she could feel his attacks and learn his style. It was her number way to learn in any case.
She stared the guy up and down before sliding her foot slightly. “shall we dance?” she mused lightly. She knew the other would know what she meant. The basic translation, “im challenging you to a duel” however Bastille liked figurative language.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 14, 2008 22:21:31 GMT -8
Unorthodox Remix “oh hell no” *SWHCING*
Perhaps not that loudly. But in an instant, the girl with red eyes was in what would be recognized as a 'fighting stance' for the... Damn, what was it called? The German looked up, thinking over, the name on the tip of his tongue...---Ah. A fencer stance... As seen in the movies. Mostly because they were real, and---No. Actually, he'd never seen a real fence-fight. The girl smirked... confident. Good. Gut. But of course, in all the observations, the girl looked him up and down as well.
...The German permitted himself a small joke, of which he'd shake, due to laughing quietly to himself. *SLINK* Eye quickly gazed down, the foot moving about, before looking the girl in the eye again.“shall we dance?” ...
Kek.
Kekekekekekekekekekekeke.
A curled grin rolled onto the German's lips. Stepping forward, casually."..But Frau Red Eyes... I do not know how to dance..." *STEP*
*STEP*
*STEP*
A certain amount of composure, yet the feeling of relaxedness. His bokken still at his side, but his left arm waved about as if he was giving some grand speech.
Quietly, though, as he moved forward, closing the distance, opening himself to an attack, the curl in his grin slipped, and it turned into a very deceptive smile."Perhaps, you can teach me how to dance...---"BEGINNING COMBO SET-UP TIME.
Suddenly rushing forward, changing about the rhythm in his aura, he'd dart, head first, long white hair chasing after him. His left hand shooting out, gloved, into a forward-divert-to-the-left manner, as if to swat away the rapier, if given the chance, but accepting the fact that since it was the blade itself versus the hilt, the possibility of actually hitting it away was very low. Best case scenario, he could grab onto the blade, cut open his hand a bit perhaps, in spite of the glove, and follow through... But he wasn't one to count on miracles in a fight.
If successful, he'd bring up his bokken with the right, but continue grinning... Before moving back (stepping back if necessary), before lunging his head forward, against hers, to headbutt her.
However, in his steps, he was on his toes, meaning his momentum, while hard to switch around, was still possible to divert, which was important for the usage of his eye's observance levels.
The eye of the German, which appeared to be saying while looking at her, 'You chose this!'
"Unfettered" was, after all... a boy with a rather odd fighting style. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 15, 2008 15:18:10 GMT -8
Bastille wasn’t that dump. Her hand moved back as he drew closer and him swatting the blade only helped in her movement as she twisted the hilt to face upward instead of the blade. Standing perfectly still she shoved her fist into the direction his head was coming at. She would try to hit him with great strength, head long, into his head butt and then would thrust back swinging her leg into his side setting that foot down lightly as though she was perfectly balanced and shove her sword in a jabbing motion into his chest.
If he however dodged any of these attacks she would jump back using a graceful flip then barely tapping on the ground run to the side slightly stopping and taking a stance again. This stance was defensive as it held the blade at a diagonal across her body however still held out and ready to change at a moments notice to the offensive. She would persist to wait and see his movements her eyes glazing over almost into an emotionless state as she stared a smirk still playing her lips.
No matter the move she made, her moves where deadly quick, and she barely touched the ground as her body more like ghosted around. Fencing was like a ballet incorporated at high speed into sword play. It was strangely highly affective if a person was one graceful enough, and two powerful and fast enough. Every movement had to be made with care and Bastille did just that. She would need to use all of her skill in this fight.
“Come now, monsieur, im sure you know at least some steps…dancing is …quite effective in winning a fair ladies heart” she teased smirking devilishly from behind her sword.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 15, 2008 21:37:05 GMT -8
Meat & Potatoes So... a miss *WHIFF*, a *SMASH* head flying back a bit, but his body still going forward, and a *CLANG*... that made him grin. Although seeing the fist at the last moment, he chose not to dodge, but in turn... rush even further into it, which further bloodied up his forehead, gave him five seconds of a terrible headache, all in the while, hoping to make her hand wince slightly at his... 'hard-headedness'. The blow to the side was... well, to say the least, he got some time to recover, though he was pushed to the side a little.---*THWACK*
Straight at the heart.
A grin. If that was surprising enough to give her even a moment's pause, he'd quickly grip onto the blade itself, blood spreading onto it, due to how tightly he'd grip onto it with his left hand, in spite of his Ares War Gloves, and try to pull the blade forward, to bring about a repetition of a third headbutt in one big fluid motion.
He wasn't dodging anything... so far.
Should he miss, and she throw out her bit of acrobatics as well as further defenses, he'd quickly rush forth, revving up his bokken to his left, and bring it down to the bottom right of his person, in a diagonal left-down-right slash, trying to swat the blade away with an amazing force. Not so much dispossess her of it, but at least throw it off for a moment, in terms of its stance. But the attack would not stop there.
Pivoting on his right foot's heel, using the momentum of his bokken swing, he'd hunch down, using his left arm to counter-balance, bringing up his left leg up to his body, before trying to bring a straight-shot kick to her stomach, whether or not her defenses (rapier) was down.
In the back of his mind, he was calculating the strength of her punch. Combined with his headbutt, and divide that strength in half---Well, she had guile, daring, and wit. But he had a certain amount of destructive force that would continue to pressure her. After this bit though... he was considering changing it up a bit.---“Come now, monsieur, im sure you know at least some steps…dancing is …quite effective in winning a fair ladies heart” "...But Frau Red Eyes... vat vould I do vith such a silly zing in ze first place?" All said, during his attack in quick response.
It's shameless the way young people flirt these days.
...If that's even flirting. Kinda verging on the cannibalism for a moment there. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 15, 2008 21:47:57 GMT -8
“you could do many things with a woman’s heart…..depends...how you use it!”
She stated. She still held her sword tightly. Though in fighting her sword appeared to be only held softly in her hand she actually did more to keep it there then necessary.
As he rushed her trying to swat away her sword for a second time she gripped tighter to the sword throwing herself in the way of the kicks and hands in order to keep her sword. Slightly bruised she managed to use her speed to flip her up and over another attack and back with a tap to the ground. Her hair fell in her face slightly as her red eyes stared at him. Her face expressed no pain, but she was feeling it…or she would when she was out of her adrenaline rush. She zoomed forward without warning and with high speed attacks jabbed her sword various places over his body trying to hit nerve centers which would thus enable him use of certain limbs though it took a lot of work and her hand was already bleeding from trying to keep the sword. Her other hand had broken two knuckles and was swelling only slightly purple, though she could still punch and fight with it, again she would feel the pain afterwards.
The army had given her enough training to get her body into the process of sending her body into shock before a fight. She could do it without thinking now though it did take a couple of hits to build up to it. She flipped backward somersaulting on the ground and skidding backward as she held out her sword adjacent to her body. She was breathing heavily as she stared at him. She wondered if any of her hits and hit their mark though, even so, would they do damage. She cringed suddenly as she felt a few of the hits he had given her. Her body shuddered as another wave of adrenaline coursed through her body. She stared at him quietly waiting for his attack now. It was her turn to take the defensive.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 16, 2008 19:50:53 GMT -8
Thrill - That Addictive Intoxication
Theme Song: Orc Soup by TBF “you could do many things with a woman’s heart…..depends...how you use it!” His attack went through. But he was amazed and... actually happy to see her continue on, flipping on out of the way yet again. This one had spunk, had potential, unlike the rest of these louts.---She reminded him of someone, he began to realize. That only made him smile... Until she rushed forward.
*THWICK* *SWHCING* *HRIKR*
*BING* *FLICK* *BRARORUOOOSH*
So many stabs... illusion stabs, as the moment they were there, another blade would take its place, coming from another place. But he wasn't just taking all of this standing down. His eye, flicking to and fro, trying to catch up, eventually resting on watching the hilt instead of the blade, directed his bokken into various wings, colliding, making huge bobs down to the right, and weaving his whole upper body to the left, while his left hand was held up, palm extended, the blade cutting into the finger, jabbing into the middle of his palm, as he refused to step back, and would only proceed forward with slow steps, making faster and faster maneuvers. The blade danced with life, taking bits and pieces of his clothing and bits and pieces of himself. Striking past his leg, tugging back just as suddenly, scraping off the skin of the upper part of his left thigh. But no matter how many lucky times he struck with the force of his bokken at her blade, he might deflect the blade itself, but Frau Red Eyes held onto it with a death-grip. Truly someone who had a soul in her blade. Or perhaps it was vice versa?
Head bobbed about in a furious dance, as she appeared to be growing faster and faster... Or perhaps he was growing slower with every hit that struck, making him hesitate, if only for a milisecond. His eye sometimes still trailing after the disappearing blade, only to just barely catch glimpse of the sword. Rushing his head forward, letting the blade cut just below his only remaining eye, a large smile of... enjoyment? Even as the blood flew past him.
---*THRRWWW* "EYAARRGHhhh..." hissing through clenched teeth, as the blade dug into shoulder, through even, the tip just barely coming out, splintering some bones on the way out.---*SLIIICRRRKKKSSSRRSS* "HEeeeee..." But he was not frowning in pain. No.. "Unfettered" was grinning. Like from having just been given a really, really good massage. In turn... his left arm lay limp at his side. Appearing to be inoperable. Still grinning though. Nostalgia. God, he hated it, but those were some happy times. And there, she flipped off backwards, again. Daintily... like a perfect little ballerina."Frau Red Eyes..." he grinned, blood dripping down his body, holding his body in a lazy, sauntering manner. "I love vere your heart iz right now... It's perfect vere it is..." 'Beating vith ze desire to fight me, to beat me down.' Slamming the back of his bokken onto his shoulder, and holding his head back, giving her a few more moments of respite, he suddenly sheathed it into his worn Bear Belt, hunkering his head down, 'til his hair covered up his face. Finally knowing what it was. "It iz, after all, alvays gut zat ze boy makes hiz dance partner look great zo, ja?~"---
His turn.
Rushing forward, directly at her, right hand already going back to unsheathe his bokken again, bringing it up violently to his top left, as if to strike from above, his eye never looking away. If she stabbed at his face, he'd dodge his face to the left, right, down, or up accordingly, which would result in a cut (due to his inferior speed) to either below his eye-patch, another one right below his right eye, splitting a few hairs and scratching at his forehead a bit forcibly, or cutting past one of the sides of his neck, making him wince slightly. If she were to stab at his stomach, sides, or legs, he'd charge forth anyways, perhaps slowing down slightly.
His means of attack however, would result in thus: A headbutt towards her forehead, or her chest (Abstaining from sexual discrimination. If she dodged backwards, he would in turn actually utilize his bokken, and bring it down in an obvious upper right to bottom left strike (diagonal slash). Which, if missed/evaded, he'd still continue to utilize his forward momentum, bring down his body into a forward motion, his right shoulder first, and try to... shoulder her in the stomach, and then follow up with a reversal diagonal strike (exact opposite direction of what he had previously thrown at her).
Perhaps he was being too reckless (OOC: >_>;... Understatement...) ...But he had to give his left arm sometime, as it hung lazily at his side. Still functional (or... at least in his imagination), but he'd have to wait for a few moments until the blood began to harden about it. Of course... he couldn't let her know that. This in itself was dangerous...
Overdoing it much?
Yup.
Just like the good old days, back when he didn't/couldn't give a damn whether he lost or not. Always sucked when you finally had a goal to work towards, getting in the way of your pleasure.
Had to be careful though... he was starting to enjoy this too much.OOC Note: I forgot to put this before, because I enjoy keeping such info on the down-low, but...
-Poseidon Chest Plate: Absorbed 2/2 Attacks! [As to why the blade aimed straight at "Unfettered's" heart didn't mortally wound him or something, ja?]
-Left Arm Condition: Three More Rounds Until Safe To Use Again!---Sorta.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 18, 2008 12:54:28 GMT -8
OOc: thanks, ill act like I don’t know ^.^
Bastille was wondering why this was becoming easy. Her speed was her asset and she learned that suddenly when he got up close. Her body move to block but only was able to dodge some of the attack and was force to take the strike diagonal across the body. It hurt leaving a huge gash across her chest. Her vest was sliced through and torn as was the shirt under it but. The bandages underneath that looked fine though the skin around her collar bone looked red and some speckles of blood as though she had skidded across the pavement.
She didn’t feel it. She wouldn’t until this fight was over. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t loose do to the fact her body did have limits despite such rushes, and those rushes actually made her pass out quicker absorbing so much energy. However that’s why she was quick.
She smirked as she felt herself fly back from his last attack and skid hard across the pavement. Her knees where bleeding as was a deep gash in her arm and her head but she was only grinning. Blood dripped down the side of her face and she licked it away as it reached her lips her frown turning into a breathless grin.
She held a stance again standing up straight and taking the defensive. Her sword angled diagonal across her body in an awkward way for her hand however it reinforced her grip on the hilt rather then weakened it. Bastille prepared for the fight. Head attacks wouldn’t work with this stance. It allowed her to move freely using her sword which would slash deep bruises into his neck and collar bone perhaps paralyzing him if she wasn’t careful. But he should be, because if he did use his brain he would know not to use his head. However this stance, though allowing her fast dodging time, didn’t defend her well against leg attacks.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 18, 2008 19:06:06 GMT -8
Two Monsters He loved it.
The bleeding, the stance, the defiance. The way that she held herself, in spite of all of this. And to be quite honest, he was enjoying this more thoroughly then would be considered healthy. Breathing in heavily through his nose, he couldn't help but watch for a few moments as she composed herself. ...Tearing through several layers of clothing. And with a bokken? Not to brag---okay, that was a lie---but he was impressed with himself. But even more rather, at her. The way that, even after taking all of that, getting pushed back by his last attack, she could still grin. A grin from her face, from the challenge.
Slowly, he settled himself into a fighting stance, his eye watching her, his body attempting to mimic hers. And grinning, as he knew at least three things with his own stance were wrong, in comparison with hers. Except for one thing: His sword and stance was angled directly opposite of hers. Her right was his right. Her left was his left. Or, at least, in theory.."...You know... I zink I'm falling in love."---Charging forth, head-first, it looked as though he was going try to headbutt her. Again.
...That was, until he screeched to a stop on his right foot, swinging his blade into hers, trying to see if he could deadlock and overpower her. Regardless if that worked (unless of course, she did something to interrupt this), he'd bring about his blade into a full-circle, from his blade's starting point, to the opposite end, and then semi-circle until it was above him, and trying to bring it down on her. If she blocked, even lightly, he'd step back as quickly as he could, while revving back up, and try to bring it down again.
Kicking her? Didn't even cross his mind. At this moment, all he was concentrated on was..."Vith your vighting style, I mean."Grin.
Provided... there was definetely the possibility that if she did none of what was predicted, the above-mentioned combo would be interrupted, and he'd respond accordingly.
Swords clashing... This felt like some kinda goddamned epic 'Lord Of The Rings' movie for him. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 19, 2008 16:34:44 GMT -8
“in love with my style huh?” she grinned.
She blocked of course following his predictable first course of action. Her strength in holding her blocked was excellent though slightly slackened by the fact most of her fingers where currently swollen into the position. She skidded back after moments of clashing sword then pushed off and sped forward. The distinct sound of gravel being crushed and skidded across was heard as Bastille made a very big step.
She slide to the side stopping just before crashing the sword onto his head. Instead, provided he went to block this full front attack, she would gracefully slip under his arm with the greatest of care and speed taking her sword from above her head and crossing her arm so that the blade rested on her shoulder as she slide into a running crouch position and turned swiftly going to slam into his side. If she was lucky she broke a few ribs. She then would continue her momentum forward and skid around again this time smashing the metal hilt of the blade into his spine. However this move hardly worked with experienced people.
If he would turn to block her blade she would of course jump high in the air doing a back flip and landing several feet back crouched. She had learned a few kendo moves from watching the kendo class next to her fencing instructors private lessons. She knew a few skilled moves here and there. She went onto one knee and crouched sliding her hilt to her side and sheathing her sword to look at him. Her hand never leaving the hilt as she pushed it till it clinked. She then slide her other foot to be sideways and suddenly she pushed off her other knee that had been in the ground coming up as she would slam it into whatever body part waited whether it be his arm to block or his stomach that was unblocked. She would slam her sword next, regardless into his shoulder. The only way to avoid this was to move out of the way completely since it left her no opening to hit and it was pretty difficult to change directions once the attack was started.
Either way it ended up she would end up back a ways once again back on her knee and ready to perform the attack again. She waited watching him quietly.
“tell me, what is it about my style you are in love with, I do not hope it is simply my undying charm and whit…because I hear it ensnares and chains like prisoners to the walls of an unyielding prison…or is it my sword style that has shed so much blood for centuries in its constant quest for the perfect balance between man and sword….surely it is not either”
She said with a smirk then taking the blood from her lip and using two fingers traced it over her lips. Rolling her lips slightly she smirked again her lips now a deep shade of crimson red. She then crouched lower waiting for his attack. She might get another good attack in if he allowed her another sword skirmish.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 21, 2008 21:40:06 GMT -8
Good Ol' Punching & Kicking “in love with my style huh?” ...Just as swords clashed. Heh. Thankful that his bokken was of a good design... lest it actually get torn open... And reveal the metal core inside. Best quality he could import. Watching with a certain amount of satisfaction, watching her get pushed back by his force, her feet digging into the ground, the ground getting torn up. Hell, the floor looked just like how he felt right now.---Up until the point where Frau Red Eyes charged head-forth again, and renewed her assault.
As it was, he was just backing up, due to her light block, giving him the necessary time to bring about his sword, as she went for his side. His long arm in turn shot up, pivoting out the blade in a backwards manner, blocking the first initial strike against it, which actually propelled him back a bit, due to her momentum. But his eye was gleaming now... Time to toughen up, raise the bar. Had to be careful about having too much fun, or he'd outright lose here. Grin. That in itself was somewhat enjoyable to think about. A gamble, huh?... If there was anything blood-related that truly held him down, he might've actually called for an end for this fight, but as it was...
His blade went down to his side, in an awkward angle, but helped deflect majority of the attack, which in turn tugged away at his Hades Coat and his Poseidon's Chest Plate. Regardless if the Chest Plate couldn't absorb any full attacks, it was still a chest plate, after all. And due to the angle because of how he was proppelled... well, a touch of luck was on the German's side. Or, possibly...
Eye flickering, watching her back-flip high into the air. A few more moment's respite, as Frau Red Eyes crouched on one knee. "Unfettered's" sweat beginning to glisten on the visible parts of his body, as he began to warm up. Bad for his Qi. Hehehe...---
*WHUMP*
Literally flexing his right arm, with his fingers still wrapped around on the hilt of his bokken. As he could not allow himself to face away from his opponent at such a critical time, he tried, with the best of his speed, in a reckless movement 'towards' the blade. The jagged edges cutting roughly into his Hades Coat, scrapping away at skin and muscle... but not quite hitting bone. However, the result was achieved. and while both of "Unfettered's" arms were now not quite at the full strength...
...Well, that would only make his 'surprise' all the more interesting. Watching with intent as her combo finished, landing. The rush left him breathless, wanting more. Watching with curiosity as she finally...“tell me, what is it about my style you are in love with, I do not hope it is simply my undying charm and whit…because I hear it ensnares and chains like prisoners to the walls of an unyielding prison…or is it my sword style that has shed so much blood for centuries in its constant quest for the perfect balance between man and sword….surely it is not either” "HahahahahahahahaKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE."Licking at his dry lips, his long tongue going about the edges, tasting his own blood running down the many received cuts on his face, as he could feel his body, heavy with fatigue, going laboriously through itself, trying to keep up with his own willpower."Zimple, my dear... neizer... und both. For ja... zat is part of what makes you who you are, if zat iz ze truth..." Hobbling closer, his arms at his side, his bokken loosely held in his right fist. Which suddenly was held uptight, slamming the back of his bokken onto his shoulder. "...You juzt remind me of an old fool... A funny, reckless, stupid man vith nowhere near as much finesse as your delicate dance you call 'fighting'..."*BA-DUMP*"...Who, at his peak could've... given you a fight to remember."A flicker in his eye. Familiar, toothy grin from a day long past... And for a moment, it could almost be sworn that "Unfettered's" eye turned red too, just like Frau Red Eyes. If only for a moment.
If only for a moment.~
Suddenly swinging his blade up, turning the strange lull into a violent turn to distortion of a fighting aura, the German slammed his bokken into his belt, snagging it on there, keeping it there. Whipping his gloved fist out, fingers contorting in a strange way... Stopping just as suddenly. Like his own hand was his weapon. Thing is... it was. But with one arm, could you really expect him to---
Rushing forward, bringing his hand in its clawed way out into a sharp strike at Frau Red Eye's midsection (or shoulder, if she was still crouching), he'd whip it about into a full semi-circle, propelling the momentum of his right arm to provide a counter-balance weight for his right leg (which was longer) to strike at Frau Red Eyes. Not quite pulling in close, keeping himself still at a medium distance. But after kicking forward and quickly retracting, it towards his own left (which he was using as a pivot), he'd kick out again, just with the same amount of speed and strength, slamming his foot on the ground, and using the opposite momentum to bring out his right hand-claw into another slash toward's Frau Red Eye's chest/shoulder.
Unfortunately, he didn't have anywhere as near as much speed as he did as when "Thrush" was an independent personality to perform what he truly wanted... Nor did he expect to complete the above paragraph's combo (as Frau Red Eyes would've undoubtedly reacted before he could even begin the first strike), but with the amount of force he was using on this, he was gambling a lot. And without his weapon either. Too reckless, risking even defeat---...Was he planning something?
...OOC: Sorry. Long, but otherwise pointless; Apologies for taking so long to respond. I might make my posts shorter in the future, just so that it's not such a huge hasle to read over and 'counter-combo-the-combo-with-another-combo---thing... yeah... XD. You'll get a better/faster one than this, when I've leveled out some of my other threads. >_> |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 22, 2008 15:28:00 GMT -8
“but dancing and fighting are one and the same, all in all they are moves made between partners though motives are the only difference…” she said quickly.
As she saw him flex she closed her eyes. She would sense the movement now. Crouching like a cat she held her sword away from her body and back. As he came rushing forward her eyes opened suddenly really wide a frown playing her lips. Her eyes stared at him as a whole, never once looking at one part of him individually. Yet she could see every muscle as it moved towards her. Her assessment would defiantly give her a hand in this fight. Spectators backed up severly from the fight now watching from at least two yard back from where they had been. Bastilles eyes seemed to glow as she tried to keep up with his attack.
She took the claw to the shoulder. It ripped open her shirt the sleeve falling down her arm like a glove now. Blood splashed away from her body onto the ground as she used the claw and the momentum she gained from it to thrust her sword towards his neck. The kick that came afterwards kicked her away however she used that moment to distance herself before he could start the attack over again. Bastille stood up and tore off the sleeve the rest of the way the blood flowing down her arm and dripping on the ground. She didn’t even look at it.
Her stare was lifeless still. Almost formidable, however it was only part of her ability. Her trained eyes watched over his body, no sign of movement however came from them. She was happy she had managed to dodge the second attack with the momentum of the first. Though her body was slowly getting damaged she was taking in his movements, and abilities.
Suddenly she cam back close to slashed around a bit. Nothing with to much power but all of it with a lot of speed. She hit various part around his body, or everything she could get to without taking a hit in return. She then just as suddenly removed herself back again watching him. She would attack him like this a couple more times, each time zooming back then forward with different attack formations, trying each time to hit more vital muscles many time in order to damage them and hopefully rip them from the outside.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 24, 2008 12:11:56 GMT -8
“but dancing and fighting are one and the same, all in all they are moves made between partners though motives are the only difference…” Grin.
Even as the blood rushed past him, bits and pieces of his neck flying off after him, trailing, like an elusive, crimson butterfly. But his neck wasn't cut open. Not yet, anyways, though you might think at this point, the only thing keeping his head atop itself was the spinal cord. Hahahaha. But two hits scored... one at her shoulder, further tearing open her top. But as if she knew that she was to be decent, her bandages continued to cover up her chest... The sign of someone with a decent amount of foresight. But in the moment of pause, as she was kicked back, and used that time to tear away at her sleeve, he grinned..."Zat is... ever alwayz ze case. A beautiful song of rapture und passion az sword sparks vith metal, cleaves into flesh, grinds into bone... And passion lightz up for one another... Zat perfect, bloody, metallic visage."Holding up his sword, diagonal of himself, left arm still drip-dropping with blood at his side. Staring back at his opponent, as the ever mysterious Frau Red Eyes glared at him, looking at him, analyzing him. Not at all an amateur, in spite of her just recent appearance at Public High School #259. But, it was this fighting spirit that was deceiving... How much longer could she really last?
...And should he really 'use it'?
---Suddenly, shooting forward, again, a hail of violent stabs flew his way, as 'Ambition' flew up, parrying for his master. But in spite of this, the German too had sustained much damage, and did not move his own body, even as Frau Red Eye's blade went flying past him, jabbing into his chest plate, cutting at his weaker sides, stabbing lightly into his thigh, trying to get at his shoulders.
The German in turn, stepped forward, as his right arm belayed & deflected a few attacks here and there, just as the girl shot back again. This was not without purpose, however. While this did indeed mean that he would get hit more often, the closer he was, the closer he was, the less momentum the blade would have in terms of cutting into him. And the fact that he was already fully armored on just about all the vital parts of his body, save his limbs, neck, and head... well, he had to do what he could---She shot forward again.
Watching from the crowd, people were sprayed with flicks and bits of blood, as wood and metal clashed again, the German deadlocking for a moment, just as the girl would retreat again. Seeing now what this was. Hit and run... kek. And with her slightly superior speed... well, it would be dangerous for her to continue this up... Unless she had a decent stamina. Which, the German would assume the worst-case scenario, in this instance.
So he grinned and smiled, taking it in, though his body was mostly screaming, and his muscles pleaded to stop moving. That was what fighting was. And a few... 'scratches' (OOC: *COUGH*... >_>;...) wouldn't stop him."...I'm afraid... it'z time for ze final valtz... Vould you give me a hand?" he'd smile with a smile that was most unpleasant. Eye shooting wide, and his focus suddenly coming in, as his breath became cold, and she shot forward again, for the third time...
*STAB*
*Cracklecrackle...*
..Right into the underside. Penetrating just a little bit below his stomach, tearing through flesh, and some minor organs. But you'd have thought the German was just whacked across the head with a paper fan from all that he showed on his face.
Ice enveloped the German... slowing his blood, lightly freezing his wounds up, as it became apparent from his body, exactly how many stabs and cuts he'd received. Yet he took no part of clothing off. ...Which, for obvious reasons, had become apparent.
Provided the blade was stuck in in the German's abdomen a good three inches, the German would suddenly lift up his left arm, the frost maintaining a safe amount of usability, and suddenly take up a two-handed stance, clasping it over his head, to bring it down. Missing would result in a crater on the floor, but he wouldn't stop. He'd try to rush forward, and/or wherever his opponent was.
If she rushed forward, at him, the German would tuck his head into hi shoulders, focusing on bringing his left side to charge into her first, preferably his left shoulder. If she maintained a certain distance, he'd do a right-to-left swing of the blade, at the left side of her stomach.
..But as always, the unexpected could occur, and his combo thrown off...
The problem was... was his nerves dulled, his speed was even slower, his reaction time worse, but he could continue fighting, perhaps even a little bit past his limit.
To be pushed this far by a girl---!
That simply...
...
Kekekekekekeke...
Status Report:
Statistic Modification:
Strength: 30 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Dexterity: 17 x 0.91 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Constitution: 35 x 1.7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 35 x 0.91 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Charisma: 43 - 7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level Postly Qi Consumption)
Current Statistics:
Strength: 45
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 36
*50% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -15% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
- Affected:
- None [Has To Make Contact With Body, Not Weapon]
*Temperature: 91/100
*Moderately High Vulnerability To Electricity
*Moderately High Bonus From Cold Water
OOC Note: "Unfettered's" Strength Was Tweaked Down, While Dexterity Tweaked Up Accordingly, Due To Incorrect Stats... Pardon If They Are Inaccurate, But Due To Newly Attained Stats... Yeah. |
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