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Post by Krane Asiv on Nov 15, 2009 7:51:07 GMT -8
~Scream?~
That was the straw that broke the horses back right there, Spike took off in the direction of the sound, throwing the fruit in his mouth and chewing, he would snarl as he felt his canine's extending about half an inch, and his nails growing as well. His pupils becoming cat like as well. Reaching behind him to his belt he would pull out a small 4 inch metal pole.
"Power pole, extend."
The poll would extend to a 5 foot fighting staff. Spike held it to his back as he ran, hearing more sounds now, his improved hearing making it simple enough to find where he needed to go, damn this place was big.
Finally rounding the last corner after a bit of running he found where the sounds where coming from... or where stopping, which he didn't like. Kicking in the door, only giving enough time to notice who was what he would hurl the staff like a spear as hard and accurately as he could. His families weapon of choice for over 100 generations was the spear, making his accustomed weapon since the moment he was able to hold it the spear.
The staff would not penetrate skin, mearly cause the blunt force trauma of the throw. No doubt the damage would be great, but when his eyes saw what was really going on. His whole boddy shuddered in a pulse, as a glow came from his body, his eyes changing fromt he nromal brown to a dark sapphire blue, the bandages covering his right arm would catch fire and explode from his arm. The black dragon mark on his arm screaming in its rage, in silence, flying around his wrist and seeming to want to charge outward, the black flame forming around his right arm, the power of it all causing his clothes to whip around in a wind that was not there, his hair rising into the air instently.
With his teeth bare, those promenant canines would be visible, clenched together. The flames would go away, but the glow would remain. Any movement fromt his person, reguardless would be taken and picked apart. Spike was going to play mr. nice guy with this fight, all of his fathers prohibitions about fighting where thrown out in that moment, there would be no warm ups, no testing, he would start and end this with everything he had.
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Post by Mitsukai on Nov 15, 2009 8:18:55 GMT -8
The hit was hard enough to knock Nami down to the ground. With a growl she would stagger back onto her feet the amusement once held in her multi-colored eyes quickly lost to anger. This was the third times someone had interrupted her in her attempt to kill that bitch, the third! It was as if she had body guards watching her 24/7 this was ridiculous.
Oh well I might not be able to fuck her up anymore but in the end she will die a slow and painful death. She reassured herself. After all Kevala had already lost a lot of blood, not to mention the multiple stab wounds to the gut would no doubt be fatal. That thought brought back a smile to her face. Little did this bastard know it was already too late. The girl he had come to defend would die on him. Hopefully she will be alive long enough to see her kill her savior? Who knows it was certainly worth a shot.
Nami rushed him, immediately aiming to slit the intruder's throat in a sling swipe. From that little display of power she knew this opponent would be strong, perhaps just as strong as Sky so she would have to end his life quickly. There was no time to drag this out for her own amusement. That was what Kevala was for. Whether her move failed or not she would then go for a stab in his ribs and then for his stomach.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Nov 15, 2009 8:24:47 GMT -8
Her eyes opened at the sound of the door being kicked in. A whimper, fluid and weak once more escaped her as her eyes settled upon Spike. Again another weak attempt to get free was given. Why now?
To try and get to him of course.
She was hurt, near death, and scared. Why would she not. But then her eyes fell upon the girl and she would actually turn her head. She could not look at her. She did not want to think about the girl trying to kill her, knowing that the other half of Mitsu would never do such a thing.
Coughing once more blood would pour in slow trickles from her mouth, making her wince as more pain flooded through her. It was good though right? That she felt pain still? At least she was not numb. That would be bad.
Unable to stand it any longer she would turn her attention back to the both of them. Her entire form trembling as she watched the attack toward Spike happen. Gods she hoped that this would be over soon. She was no fool. She knew she would not last too long like this.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Nov 15, 2009 8:46:14 GMT -8
Speed. Not even a challange.
It would seem fighters these days only had speed, no skill, no practice, all they did was get faster and faster, unprepaired for someone who had real skill in combat. Silly female wielded the knife so untrained as well. Even if its a knife and its aimed for the throat the most effecient way to do so is to quickly stab, using your wrist for the slashign motion and retract just as fast, this will slice faster, in a cutting motion. Ends the job much easier. Had she come from the Sudeki family line she would know this.
But, sadly enough the power pole was on the ground and had rolled after bouncing off her, so taking a step forward, he would hold his right foot still as his left would kick it around at her knees, which would most likely trip her up, esspecially if she was slashing like that, her balance would be everywhere, easily thrown off. Kids these days. Thats what happens when you rush, you leave yourself open.
Spike's right hand would turn to a claw shape as his left foot came down in a forward step, using his own speed, but adding momentum and power, like his father had taught him, the girl would still be falling as Spike would thrust that claw towards the girl's abdomen, she was likely falling forward, because of course she rushed directly head on, he didn't care where the knife landed at this point, there would be no power behind it, she would probably be too busy regaining her balance before the hit came.
Spike's clawed hand would be aimed with precision, a practiced thrust, where the nails would dig into her abdomen, fingers and nails slipping between the muscles, as soon as he felt this his hand would twist rapidly and viciously, callapsing the abdomenal wall, while the attack itself would hit the solar plexus.
This was his fathers ultimate attack. The Five Point Destructive Palms technique.
The callapse of the muscular abdominel wall would cause one to be nearly unable to straighten giving them a curled look, as well as cause breathing to be such a burden it would have to be very focused, not to mention the blunt force trauma to the solar plexus would cause any normal person to lose bowel control. But he was unsure if she would do the same.
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Post by Mitsukai on Nov 15, 2009 9:07:39 GMT -8
The pole hit her around her knees causing her to fall. Then she felt the claw striking her in the abdomen, the impact causing her to drop the knife and at the same instant caused her light to wake up. Fuck she swore knowing now that even if she could recover from this hit that the game was over. Her light would become aware of the loss of her body and begin to fight back for control.
Nami's grip on Mitsukai's mind loosened in that moment, allowing the other side control just in time to be knocked out cold. The body hit the floor with a heavy thud and laid motionless before the opponent. Nami settled back within the corner's of Mitsukai's mind still at least a little happy about tonights events even though she lost. Kevala was still going to die and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Nov 15, 2009 9:17:45 GMT -8
She tried to keep her eyes focused on the two, but the blood just kept flowing from her wounds and her mind kept slipping into the darkness. Felt it floating away from her the more and more she struggled to stay awake.
Another soft cough would escape her as she tried to continue breathing. But it was hard. Everything was near impossible at this moment. Breathing, moving, keeping her eyes open, hell, she could not even listen to what was going on.
So she would allow those eyes to close, her head falling to one side and resting against her arm as she stopped struggling. She did not have it in her anymore. No fight was left in her broken and beaten little body.
She was tired. Very very tired. It did not even occur to her that the pain had ceased and now the numbness was taking hold. No more throbbing, no nothing. Just coldness and the need to go to sleep.
Her hands now just dangling from those cuffs as she laid back against the bed. Her long brown locks, coated with blood and sticking to her face. Her breathing growing lighter.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Nov 15, 2009 9:31:10 GMT -8
Spike would hold his position for only a second after the body dropped, looking over after hearing the cough, immediately worry covering his body and mind when he saw the condition of Kevala. It really wasn't looking good, and he only had one Candy Tear... He'd rush over reaching for his back pocket, pulling out the capsule that held his consumable items. He had one full moon fruit and one candy tear, just like he thought.
Tipping the capsule and dumping the small light bluish tear shaped candy into his hand and placing his hand on the back of Kev's head, lifting it slightly.
"Kev, I need you to stay awake, just for a few seconds."
He would open her mouth and push the tear in, immediately the tear would begin to disolve and melt in her mouth the healing properties would work fast, closing and stopping all bleeding external and internal. But it wouldn't heal the broken legs. After he was sure all the bleeding was stopped he would reach up using both hands on the cuffs and rip them apart. The full moon fruit was such a blessing.
He'd pull out his cell phone and dial for an ambulence telling them he had two injured, and both where in bad condition. Though the blood already lossed wouldn;t be replaced the first step to saving a life in combat was to stop the bleeding. 80 percent of violant deaths happen because bleeding wasn't stopped.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Nov 15, 2009 9:40:47 GMT -8
The second she felt somebody touching her she would try to pull away. Not wanting more pain. She did not think she could handle it. She would rather just lay here and die. Gods just let her die!
Then she heard the sound of his voice..another soft, fluid whimper given as she felt him holding her head. Then something was placed in her mouth. Feeling the affects of whatever it was, healing those stab wounds and the cuts upon her body.
Though still her legs hurt and still she was extremely weak. The blood loss more than even she could handle.
She then felt her hands being freed, each one falling to the bed. She did not move them. Honestly too scared to move at this point. Her light form trembling heavily as she gave out another whimper. This time not sounding as fluid as it had before.
"S..Spike..."
She tried to talk, but doing such used more energy than she had at this point. Falling silent as she drew in light and shakey breath. Her mind wondering what had happened to Mitsu. She needed to know that the girl was okayl, but right now she could not bring herself to ask. Tears once more starting to seep from the corners of her eyes.
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