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Post by seishounohana on May 14, 2008 22:07:25 GMT -8
"OW, WATCH IT." Emily screamed, practically dragged towards an empty room... then thrown inside. "Hey!"
Isolation? What the hell?
Well, what was... this warden thinking now? What did he want from her for pulling her away from her two male companions?
Sounds of bolts closing.
She was locked in.
...
What now?
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 15, 2008 18:30:57 GMT -8
It had happened late at night, at least he thought it was late at night. He didn't know what time it was or what day it was since he got thrown in to the correctional facility. Mostly they were kept in the room they had together, and that was just that. A room, plain white with no features. Certainly no clock or window in the room.
Normally he was the first one to awaken, at least he thought he was. Leon and Emily always had their eyes closed when he got up, but it was possible that they pretended to sleep. He didn't see any point in that though, not in a situation like this. Then again there was little point in being up since all they did was sit in this room together.
This time things were diffrent. He didn't awaken on his own, he awoke to the feeling of two men grabbing him. By reflex he would try and fight them off but his struggles were answered with a swift knee to the gut that made him lose his breath allowing them to pick him up and restrain him before he could try and attack again. While he was being restrained he noticed something very odd about the room he was in, that was of course that it was empty. That meant that both Emily and Leon had been moved to who knows where while he slept.
He considered demanding to know what was going on but he held his tongue knowing that he would get no answer and only show that he was disturbed by this turn of events. He would find out soon enough what happened to Leon and Emily, his current best friends while they were all trapped. As for how their relationships would last when they were free, that was up to fate. But he had an idea of how Leon's would be since he already knew him. And he knew what he wanted from Emily.
Still just because he wasn't demanding to know what was going on didn't mean that he was going to go along like a good little boy. They literally had to push and drag him to there destination. One very big man would hold him in place while the other man undid the locks on the door. It would take him several moments before the door opened and Mathew was literally shoved in as the door slammed behind him. He would stumble inside before falling as the sounds of bolts being locked in place came from the door. He was locked in.
Slowly he would pick himself up dusting the imaginary dust off of him with a growl before one of the men from outside spoke to him through the door.
"You two are to show us what you can do. The boss wants to see you in action."
It was then that he noticed that he was not alone inside the room, there on the other side of the large, if plain white room sat Emily. The answer of what happened to her was now solved, and he could only assume Leon was in a room much like this as well doing who knows what. But that wasn't the issue for now. What was important was how to turn this to his advantage. It was obvious that they wanted a fight between the two of them by their words, and they would get it. There was no use in not going along with it, he didn't have to seriously hurt her. In fact it might even lead to an interesting opportunity or two.
"You ok?" He would ask Emily as he looked back at the door as if he expected to see the men watching through the door, but of course the room was monitored and as far as Mathew could tell the hall was empty. Turning back to face Emily he would frown slightly as he took another glance around the empty room. "How long have you been in here? Do you know?" He would ask trying to get a grasp on the situation they were in.
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Post by seishounohana on May 15, 2008 18:55:56 GMT -8
10 minutes.
Alone.
Was the warden TRYING to get her crazy? Well, it was something that she most likely WOULDN'T be. She was already 'crazy' by several standards already. Most she could do right now was sleep... and bank up some strength for whatever might happen.
So she laid down... closing her eyes when.
"Ah!" the bolts opened, surprising her and making her stand up as quickly as she can... taking a defensive pose. Then Mathew was shoved in. "Mathew!"
The girl would run quickly to his side, supporting him as he stumbled ... then letting him go to let him dust himself off.
"You two are to show us what you can do. The boss wants to see you in action."
Emily frowned. A fight... with Mathew? Right here? Right now?
... Was this warden COMPLETELY out of his mind?
...
Considering this situation -- well, yeah. He probably was.
"You ok?" Mathew would ask, earning a smile from Emily.
"I'm fine... I guess." She said, rubbing her left arm a bit with her right hand. "Just wish they'd be more gentle when taking people."
"How long have you been in here? Do you know?"
"More or less 10 minutes... I think."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 15, 2008 19:36:25 GMT -8
OOC: The admin has given me the ok to control these NPCs of this battle. NPCs Left: 100
IC: "Good to know you are fine." Mathew would say with a sigh as he looked around the empty room wishing for a way to get out of this. "It appears that he wants us to fight. I don't think it is a good idea to go against him on this, but I will go easy on you. I don't want to hurt you." Mathew would say with a grin as he flashed her a small wink.
Slowly he would move away from Emily taking a few steps back to get in to a fighting position. Nothing fancy and not his normal neutral stance, he only used that when he was serious. This was more of a boxers stance. Luckily, or unluckily depending on your perspective Mathew wouldn't have to even start fighting. As soon as he got in to a stance a loud metallic rumbling started to sound from all over the room as the four corners started to sink in making four ramps.
"Oh this isn't good..." Mathew would say upon seeing what was going on. His gaze would dart to the new openings to the wall quickly before shooting back at Emily. If this was what he thought it was this was not going to end well at all for them, especially since according to Emily she was not a strong fighter, and he promised to get her out of here meaning he would have to protect her. He wouldn't worry about that normally but he had grown so used to having the protection of the Earth Dragon Coat that without it he now realized how much he relied on it's protection.
It took him a moment since he was not used to protecting anyone other then himself but he had a plan to keep them as safe as possible for what was likely to come. Without so much as a word Mathew would grab Emily's wrist literally pulling her over to the far wall of of the room so they were across from the door. Two ramps on either side of them and two on the far wall.
"It's time to see what you two are made of!" Said a voice over what Mathew would assume was a PA system.
"This isn't good at all. Listen whatever happens stay close to me. I am going to do my best to protect you. But you might need to fight too." Mathew would say as he closed his eyes taking a deep breath before opening them. The the outside observer he would look calm and casual. Not like someone about to fight. This was his most dangerous stance, no stance. Sure enough Mathew's grim prediction proved to be right as the sound of footsteps started to echo from the ramps below and moments later men started to rush up the ramps in to the room.
Every last one of them had the same outfits as Mathew and Emily, pure white pants and shirts. That was where the similarities ended though. Every size and race seemed to be represented from a giant black man to a white midget. Every eye that Mathew met was glazed over like a dead man's, that thought sent a shiver up Mathew's spine as he pictured the one dead man he had seen in his life, the man he killed.
"Remember, I will protect you." He would say with a nod as he took a step in front of Emily hoping to stall the massive crowd for as long as he could before she would be forced to fight.
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Post by seishounohana on May 15, 2008 19:54:48 GMT -8
He winked at her.
A wink.
God, that was kinda... sexy.
o___o
Even for someone quite clueless as Emily.
That flustering moment didn't last long though, as a metallic sound rumbled it's way into Emily's ears -- it was then when she knew something terrible was happening.
Something quite... nerve-wrecking.
"Oh this isn't good..."
'Coming from you ... I'd say it's going to be hell.' Which was true. The walls opened to reveal doors.
... This revealed to her just how sophisticated this place was. Just being here meant that she won't be the same when she comes out.
"It's time to see what you two are made of!"
"This isn't good at all. Listen, whatever happens stay close to me. I am going to do my best to protect you. But you might need to fight too."
Emily took a deep breath for herself, somewhat nervous... and shaky to an extent. She didn't know if she should be exhilarated by the danger, and the probable bloodshed (which she can admit... is... somewhat something she kinda likes to see for reasons unknown yet to her)... or be nervous by the thought of being beaten up to mush by the hundreds of people (and exaggeration) that just came in.
They looked as if they were fellow prisoners too... from their clothing... but... they looked more like zombies in Emily's eyes. Just... what happened to them?
"Remember, I will protect you."
'I hope that wouldn't be needed as much, Mathew.'
Quite speechless out of her petty nervousness, she took a fighting stance. Oh, if she only had her fans right now... she'd be able to burn these guys to kingdom come.
But... this was a close-spaced fight... and she was laid bare of anything that could help her win this.
Aye. This is gonna be a rough few hours.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 15, 2008 20:07:02 GMT -8
If this was a movie he would have time to grab a hold of Emily and give her a good long kiss while the bad guys stood around watching. Sadly this was real life and the other men in the room didn't seem to appreciate the potential this moment had for romance. One second they were all standing there dramatically, except for Mathew who looked like he was just standing in the school hall. Then all of a sudden everyone seemed to leap in to action.
Men from all sides came at Mathew and Emily and this is where things would get messy for them. Mathew would send his knee hard in to the gut of one of the men making his eyes bulge out in surprise at how strong the blow was. Linking his fists together Mathew would go to slam his fists in to the man's head, but before he could do that he was knocked to the side as he was tackled by another one of the drones that filled the room.
Landing with an oomph Mathew would grab on to the man's head as he felt the man's fist collide in to his jaw sending his vision rattling. Still he wasn't going to give up so easy. He was going to prove to himself if nothing else that he didn't NEED the Earth Dragon Coat. Pulling the man's head down Mathew would shoot his up smashing his forehead in to the man's nose. Blood would spray from the now broken nose covering Mathew's face with it's warm spray. The man was down for the count now.
OOC: 99 NPC's left.
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Post by seishounohana on May 15, 2008 21:01:46 GMT -8
Emily was... quite distracted -- having been busy the past few milliseconds in watching Mathew fight... but she was lucky -- she had brought herself back to reality just as a punch headed for her way caught her eye.
DUCK!
Yeah, good.... she was saved from a possibly damaging hit. Emily followed it with a good leg sweep, felling three of her attackers. Being small was quite an advantage in this kind of scenarios.
Quickly standing up, she would leap into the head of one of the fallen -- ramming it HARD into the ground with all of her weight and leaping off again.
She made a two somersaults in mid-air, causing her feet to make 2 blades of wind to strike the heads of 3 others before she landed on yet another head, driving him to the ground in a mass of blood with a partially broken skull.
Meanwhile, two of the three people Emily's wind blades had been cut substantially right along the base of their necks. They laid there on the floor, bleeding as their supposed "comrades" began to step on them in a stampede of epic proportions.
4 down.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 15, 2008 21:35:34 GMT -8
Mathew rolled to his right avoiding the stomping foot of a giant black man. He swore that he almost saw cracks form on the rubber floor when the man stomped down by him. But that was impossible, Mathew hadn't been able to harm it, there was no way tubs could. Still whether or not he could hurt the floor didn't change the fact that he could hurt Mathew if allowed. And that just couldn't happen as far as Mathew was concerned.
This would be a bad situation for Mathew as he had to continue to roll around to dodge feet that were attempting to stomp on him. There was a light at the end of the tunnel for him though. One of Mathew's styles used some breakdancing as a freestyle form of fighting. And since he was on the ground anyways he may as well use it.
First Mathew would send out his right leg trying to get the drones to back off of him to give him some room by kicking at their shins. Once he had a little space to breath Mathew would place his hands on the hard rubber ground before spinning his body making it rotate faster and faster like the hands of a clock. As he spun his legs would shoot out knocking down anyone that didn't get out of his way soon enough. And due to how crowded the room was getting a good deal of men were knocked down. This didn't knock them out of course but it gave him the time he needed to stand up.
Still no sooner that he stood up tubs was on him again. Barely able to avoid the man's punch with a quick Pivot Mathew would grab the man's arm before smashing his palm in to the man's elbow to break his arm. Well he had thought it would break his arm. Instead Mathew felt like he had jammed his own arm like he had tried to hit a brick wall. The huge man would just laugh before raising his arm lifting Mathew off of the ground and flinging his arm to fling him across the room.
Well Mathew would have been flinged if he hadn't grabbed on to the man's arm so tight with both arms he would stay clinging to the massive arm like a man clinging to a cliff side.
When the flinging motion was done Mathew would let go dropping down to the ground before going for the cheap shots. Having landed in a crouch he was in the perfect position to send a powerful punch to the large man's groin. The blow connected and the man roared in pain. It was like an animal's roar and it even took Mathew by shock. That was bad because while he was in shock a massive black fist was heading right at him. By the time he snapped out of it there was no time to react and he felt the man's fist connect with his face litterally sending him flying back and crashing in to a large amount of drones. Blood was now freely flowing from Mathew's nose, it was broken and hurt like a bitch.
He knelt down on the ground clutching his face gasping in pain. Having lived with the protection of the Earth Dragon Coat for so long he was unused to this feeling. Anything more then minor pain had been unknown to him for years. The big black man laughed seeing Mathew clutch his bloody face in pain, uncaring that the impact of Mathew's body had taken out several of the other drones as they crashed in to the wall behind him having broken his fall.
"Whats wrong little man? Too much for you?" The large man asked with a sickeningly cocky voice. Completely unlike Mathew's sensitive voice when he was beating his enemies.
He felt his blood boil at the man though. No one made him bleed. No one! Slowly he was able to get back on to his feet doing the best to ignore the throbbing pain that covered his whole head. The feeling of blood oozing from his nose was a harder distraction to get rid of because in his mind he knew it was HIS BLOOD!
There was no badass comment followed by him wiping the blood off of his face. Mathew roared in rage as he launched himself at tubs ignoring everyone else around him. This guy was going to go down!
The guy was tougher then Mathew and Stronger but with his size he was probably slower. That was what Mathew had to use. For once he was going the route of speed. For the first time in his life Mathew was so angry that he was not calculating anything. He felt the blood pumping through his body fueled by his rage and he swore his vision turned red. A savage punch was sent at the man's stomach before Mathew dodged his attempt at grabbing him. That dodge was followed by another punch this time at the guys face. It was like punching a wall but Mathew didn't care. Blow after blow landed on the large man and every slow but powerful attack launched at Mathew was dodged. He was an animal and he wanted blood. HE didn't know how long he was seeing red, it couldn't have been more then a few minutes but when he was done the large black man lay bleeding and out cold. Bruises and cuts covered his body and face. Mathew had resorted to clawing at him even. Mathew wasn't able to dodge everything as shown by his broken nose and what would also become a mighty bruise that would cover most of his chest.
There was no time to celebrate though. Now that tubs was down he had to find Emily in this fray of madness and save her. And with that his eyes would quickly scan the area before spotting her. With another snarl Mathew would dive and tackle one of the men that was about to attack Emily from behind.
Grabbing the man's head Mathew would slam it over and over in to the hard rubber ground that was almost as hard as pavement until the man's eyes rolled back and it was clear that he was out cold.
OOC: NPC's left standing 90
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Post by seishounohana on May 15, 2008 22:20:19 GMT -8
Crouched down on top of a bleeding man, Emily caught a glimpse of Mathew going berzerk. Man, was he scary--
Letting herself be distracted was a fatal mistake... and to think she thought she'd get lucky this time? No, not today.
A man tackled her, grabbing her by the neck and used his weight to his advantage as the girl was driven to the ground. Emily had been in this situation before.
*HackCough*
She began to find it difficult to breathe as the man began to pull his weight onto his arms to crush her small neck and deprive her of precious oxygen.
Emily grabbed his arms by the wrists, nails driving themselves deep into the zombie's flesh and shot a death glare at the guy, her blood boiling heavily while a blank grin shot at her face.
"Fufufufuufufu..."
Straining herself, she pried the man's arms to at least loosen his grip... and with a deep, hopeful breath.. Emily blew hot, searing steam (due to the water vapor that comes out during expiration) into the man's face.
In anguish and pain, he rolled off... screaming with his hands on his face... skin boiling as sweat amplified the burns. Emily quickly sat up into a crouching position, shooting her hand up with her left hand's nails pointed upwards as well as sat up and drove herself up to create a good momentum.
She caught a midget by the bottom of his chin, nails impaling deep into his flesh and with no care or restraint drove his face down onto the ground.
Her hands were now, once again, stained with blood... but she grinned, sniffing at it as if it were a wonderful fragrance.
It should be known, that Kari... just woke up again.
"WHY, GOOD DAY." She screamed in exhilaration, obviously enjoying this. Another thug aimed for a punch at Kari's stomach, and she willingly took the hit and like earlier, grabbed his arm by the wrist. Blood trickled from her mouth, but she didn't seem to care... actually even looking like she was enjoying this. Pivoting herself to turn towards what was behind her, she threw the man forward into an unwitting two more -- the suddenness impact driving them unconscious.
NPC left: 85
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 16, 2008 18:11:00 GMT -8
His rage was dieing down and as it did he felt his movements become sluggish. It had only been a few minutes but already his muscles were getting tired. Normally this would be nothing, but he was taking more damage then he was used too and there were just so many guys to fight. It didn't even look like they made a dent! He was close to her now. He heard her crazed scream and watched as she dropped some of the men himself. A fleeting thought of having underestimated her pass through his mind before he felt a powerful blow connect to his ribs. It was a move he did often and now he felt the effects of it. His breath once again shot out of his body as he started to cough rolling over on to his back as the man went to stomp down on him.
There was no time to dodge for him though. He would feel the foot smash down causing him to cough again in pain, blood that was still oozing from his nose flew with each violent cough from the young boy. He knew he had to act or he was going to fall. He knew he had to act to prove to himself that he was more then a coat. And with that stubborn thought in mind he would grab on to the guys leg before he could move it and he would violently twist it causing the man to fall before Mathew climbed on top of him and once again started to slam the man's head into the ground until he was out for the count.
Clutching his side he would pick himself up panting heavily before ducking, barely able to avoid someone's leg. It was so close he felt the air move over his head. Reaching up he would grab the man's leg and give him what had to be a very scary grin since his face was oozing blood and he had a dangerous gleam in his eye.
"EMILY DUCK!" He would yell hoping she would hear it over the sounds of fighting.
Now that he finally got his hands on a weapon he was going to use it. Mathew was a strong man and this guy was a lightweight. Put two and two together and you have a human flail! He would grip the man's leg tightly before he began to spin as fast as he could sending the man flying through the air in a circle knocking over everyone that was in a 6 foot radius of him. And once they were knocked down he would let go of the man letting him crash headfirst in to one of the walls. From there he would just start kicking and stomping on the guys that he had knocked down to make it so as many of them as possible wouldn't be standing up for a long time.
OOC: NPC's left 79
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Post by seishounohana on May 16, 2008 19:19:42 GMT -8
A punch hit Kari from the right, sending her towards the wall. It would've hurt quite a bit if a thug didn't soften the hit. Her elbow kind of hit the lumbar sections of his spine, and ---
*CRACK*
The guy went limp on the ground, alive, but paralyzed from the waist down -- incapable of fighting unless he was given some... attention.
From then on, Kari was thrown around... receiving hits from here and then. Quite too distracted to hear Mathew's warnings. After all, Emily wasn't much of a skilled fighter just yet... and there was just so much people...
But... the good thing from her being ganged up on, was that Emily came back to her senses, Kari returning to her subconscious. "Gah!"
She could feel the men pressing onto her, limiting her range of movement... and somewhat unintentionally touching her in rather uncomfortable places...
"AH!! GET AWAY!" She desperately shouted out, several random punches hitting the face of one of them on the stomach and going to waste. Now that guy, was a little bit stronger than herself.
If she only just had some time to breathe, the poor inexperienced Emily.
OOC: NPC's left 78
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 16, 2008 19:48:11 GMT -8
Mathew had been stomping on the downed men from before when he was attacked from behind. A kid that had to be a few years younger then him jumped on his back and Mathew felt the kid's hand clawing at his face. The sudden increase in weight threw Mathew off causing him to stumble forward to stop himself from falling allowing the guy to claw at his face, the boy's nails breaking the skin of his cheeks and adding to the blood that was flowing down his face and covering his shirt.
Mathew would try and reach behind him to pull the kid off but it wasn't working. The kid was fastened tight to him. He had to go with another plan. So he would turn around so his back was too the wall before ramming in to it as hard as he could. He heard the boy grunt in pain but he didn't let go. Mathew would just try and push himself in to the wall as hard as he could before slamming his head backwards to smack in to the kid's head. He would wince in pain as the kid's nails scrapped off some of his flesh but he got what he wanted. The kid crumpled to the ground.
That was when he heard Emily scream. Mathew was an experienced fighter and he could make out the cry from where he was. Given they were in the same room but with so many people inside of it, it seemed like they were far apart.
Mathew didn't know what was happening to her and normally he wouldn't care. But his promise kept ringing in his mind, and that was something he prided himself on. He ALWAYS kept his word. He would protect her and he would get her out of here. His eyes would narrow as he started to make his way to her. Ducking and dodging blows as he went. Now and then taking a guy down but not stopping to make sure if the guy was out for the count. HE was more trying to push people out of his way.
When he saw her he would see that she was down it seemed and being beaten by several larger men. Well large compared to her at least. Mathew didn't even have to think of a plan. He was going to do this fast and simple. He didn't have time for anything else. He would come from behind the guys as they beat upon Emily and his hands would reach out grabbing two of them by the head before slamming them in to each other hard enough to make them drop. Then grabbing the last guy off of her he would pull him away from Emily before head butting him. He would then throw the dazed man at the still milling mass of drones around them.
OOC: NPC's left 74
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Post by seishounohana on May 16, 2008 21:18:50 GMT -8
"T-thank you." was what Emily breathed out just as Mathew finally helped her out with... that rather compromising situation. She wasn't much of a close-combat fighter, and needed space to act on her own.
Close eyes...
A deep breath.
AND A PUNCH TO THE LEFT. HYAA!
*POKA*
Bulls eye.
She had hit one guy hard and straight in the stomach. God, was that revitalizing.
But a mental note had to be posted : Get more control over Kari.
In fact, aim to destroy her existence.
"I will not lose!" She declared, jumping again (as she had finally gotten some breathing space) and hit him over the temple with her heel, driving him onto the wall.
Mathew was getting quite the attention now, which was good -- for Emily, that is. She landed right in front of the same guy she hit on the head, landing in a crouch as she was kicked by the otherwise dazed thug.
She took his leg and slid it further forward so that he would be put into a painful leg split.
"A-ARGH!" he would shout before Emily's elbow drove into the center of his forehead, getting him blacked out.
OOC: NPC's left 73
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 17, 2008 18:32:25 GMT -8
Mathew felt himself being grabbed from behind after he threw the last guy away from him. It seemed that he was the main focus now, well that was fine with him. He was used to being the main threat. If being grabbed was the biggest problem he had though there would be no problem. It seemed that it was time to gang up on Mathew. As one guy grabbed him and held him in place another guy started to punch him in the face. And each blow was agony since his nose was already broken.
He would clench his jaw shut determined not to cry out in pain as each blow landed on his face. Still jaw shut or not he couldn't stop himself from making sounds of pain, he could only muffle them.
This wasn't the end for Mathew though, he had been in far worse scrapes then this before. He had even been in a situation like this before, except he had his Earth Dragon Coat and his nose wasn't broken. Still he wasn't going to let a few minor details like that stop him right?
As the guy was moving his hand back to punch Mathew again he would let out a growl before pushing back against the guy that was holding him and shooting his feet outward he would kick the puncher in the chest hard enough to cause him to fly back across the room slamming in to the wall and some of the drones in this over crowded room.
He wasn't in the clear yet. The first guy was still holding on and another guy was ready to replace the one he had beaten. What was worse was because of the kick Mathew was now on his ass and being held up by the first thug. The new comer of course took advantage of this and sent a powerful stomp attack at Mathew connecting a direct hit on Mathew's groin causing him to cry out in pain despite his best efforts. But as always when you hit a man in the groin he got pissed. Clenching his teeth he would let out an enraged noise as he sent his own leg up smashing his foot in to the man's testicles so hard that his eyes would roll back from the pain before he fell to the ground clutching himself.
OOC: NPC's left 68
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Post by seishounohana on May 17, 2008 21:15:23 GMT -8
Emily was on top of the crowd, stepping through shoulders and heads as she went off to the area where there were the most thugs would collect so she could at leas--
GAH!
Pulled down by the leg, she was rammed down to the floor and landed flat on her back. "G-Get off!" she would scream, pulling her leg back and forth as to loosen the zombie's grip on her foot; and from thus force, her shoe slipped off.
CHANCE!
The thug would charge forward to tackle the girl, only to meet with both Emily's feet and be driven further forward and onto the three smaller thugs that were right behind her. With the four of her current opponents now either unconscious or dazed from Emily's little stunt, she took the liberty of flipping herself up into a crouching position, cracking her fingers before shooting herself high up into the air and spinning like a top.
Waves and waves of searing wind would come from above with little regard of friend or foe -- as long as you're 2-3 meters away from Emily, most likely ... you'll end up being cut... as to where? That would be random.
Landing on the floor she would spin again, knowing this would be her last for the next few minutes as one more would make her really dizzy. 5 thugs that were getting too close had their necks slashed up like chickens (those included the 4 from earlier), 6 more were wounded -- bleeding to an extent.
Panting for air, Emily's usually fast and gracious moves were starting to become sluggish and slow due to fatigue. Just how long was this going to take?!
A punch came from behind and drove her to the floor. "Guh!"
*Pow*
*Kick*
*Kick*
This was torture!
"I've had enough!" she declared, sitting up as quickly as her little reserve of energy could take her, and tripped one taller man with her arms. She quickly went to straddle him though, pulling him by the hair and ramming the back of his head at the floor.
OOC: NPC's left 62
62 more! Yay! -die-
Gosh... getting tired when there's still so much more! DX
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