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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Jul 1, 2011 19:42:10 GMT -8
Courtyard [beige]"Begone, spawn of SATAN!"[/beige] |
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Nakamura Atsushi
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Things are different this time around.[A1i:6]
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Post by Nakamura Atsushi on Jul 1, 2011 20:21:51 GMT -8
Mir cocked a brow. The guy was on fire. So, that was probably his QI. That wouldn't be any problem at all, at least not for him. He could negate the damn fire, but he had to admit he was surprised. He was expecting a frail old bastard, not a fiery version of the hulk. He popped his knuckles and his neck, then got prepared for a fight. It was bound to happen regardless of what they did anyway.
That's when he saw the water. What would happen to fireman? Along with that, Mir would run up toward him, his own QI taking effect and negating the fire should it indeed be a QI, and strike with his left, gloved fist toward the guy's left pectoral. Might as well get it started.
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Fyre
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Burn...[A1i:9]
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Post by Fyre on Jul 8, 2011 16:23:52 GMT -8
Main Courtyard
The water from the firehouse… did nothing. Fyre did not even move a muscle as the powerful stream struck him in the side. Mir’s Qi block… did nothing. In order to negate the man’s Qi, his own spirtual energy would have to overcome Fyre’s, not impossible however the whir of machinery he’d hear when he moved to strike would give insight to the resistance. This wasn’t just any fire based Qi, the two entities had become one. Tyler King and the fire that had almost killed him years ago had become one being, the same monster.
Anyway, Mir’s punch landed but did little more then cause the figure’s shoulder to shift back almost a quarter of an inch. It would seem the opportunity for him to strike, but nothing came. Instead Fyre burst away in a blur toward the man spraying the hose at him, his hand clamping down on the nozzle and crushing it in an instant. A toothy, lipless, yellow grin forming on his face after he did this.
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Rooftop Building 3
The red figure sat up for a moment, gazing through a pair of sci-fi style glasses as Mir and the other defender attacked. A small smile forming on his face at the result. “So…it worked.” |
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Jul 13, 2011 8:02:12 GMT -8
[beige]"Think you're tough, do you?"[/beige] [/i][/beige][/center] - His right wrist would flick up and a blade would pop out. A hidden dagger, if you will. This dagger was launched straight at the fiery fugly's head, though Takehiro was certainly expecting a reaction to stop the blow from connecting. He'd planned to have fun, here, and if he could take out Lazarus alone he could take out this guy.[/ul][/teal] |
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