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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 16:36:49 GMT -8
Shugo walked forward slowly his eyes closed as he smiled he shook his head up and down as he did his two hands in his pockets as he smiled he then smirked. "Cool day...so calm so refreshing." He said as he started to tap his feet on the ground he slowly started to move his body quickly he stood on the ground his hands out his pockets as he walked for ward he then flipped backwards and started to break dance quickly his hands then were in his pockets as he smiled his feet moving quickly in rhythm with speed. "Gotta move with the beat.." He said to himself as he smiled he started to twist himself on his fet and switched on his hands as he did a flare to show off. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 16:51:36 GMT -8
"So, you're a contortionist. That's interesting."
The Serb said, cracking the knuckles of his clawed hands. He wore the awesome Panzer-Hand gauntlets. The metal gleamed in the daylight. He held a broad grin, baring the fangs that were so characteristic of him. His claws clacked against each other, and his forearm muscles strained at the buckles of the gauntlets. At the elbow the sleeves of his trench coat were rolled, to make room for the weapons. His lower extremities were clad in black leather, and his torso bare.
The scars and ritualistic tattoos were being bared like war trophies.
The military grade boots he wore were plated in steel on the bottoms, and the toe. Long sable, silken hair, the hair of a nobleman, flowed like a cataract of a poisoned Nile of the night. His elliptical eyes shone a deep blue, with a tinge of lavender, deep pools of omnipotent insanity.
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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 17:01:17 GMT -8
"Hm...look man I'm just dancing what do you want from me I mean seriously." He said as he kept dancing as he said nothing his hand slowly twisting once again his eyes wide open a she did another flare in the air his small frown turned bigger as he said nothing he quickly flipped backwards once again. "Cool...wasn't it?" |
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 17:07:55 GMT -8
"Not as cool as N-2. Hye heh. Don't mind that, is that all you can do? Dance? What are you? Some kind of little pompom girl? You come to THIS school to dance? There's something seriously wrong in your head."
Au contra ire Valekin. There's something wrong with your head. The sheer madness that controlled Valekin's mind and movements was as artistic, as it was twisted. As witty, as it was destructive. He had barely any empathy, and he only felt any kind of love towards certain people. Though the Psychopath, by all loose definition, he is a psychopath, had terrorized the school time and again. It would not end until he got what he was looking for.
It was doubtful the kid had what he was looking for.
Unless he could fit a five four girl in his pants completely... unlikely... he didn't have her.
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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 17:13:10 GMT -8
He then sighed as he placed his hands in his pockets. "What do you want really I don't care what you want because I'm just gonna ignore it anyway." He said as he started to walk away from him his hands in his pockets as he did his eyes closed. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 17:18:54 GMT -8
Mistake.
Valekin in his current mindset, was extremely hostile. He followed, though at an instant dash. With that kind of speed, he was practically all over the kid within the blink of an eye. His right hand arched to claw him right across the back. From right to left to slice open skin, tear cloth, and cut blood vessels. Just to get his attention. This attack would be a complete surprise, as his speed was... ridiculous.[/color]
"I'm not sure if you figured it yet.. but I'm out for blood."
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha!
He laughed maniacally, his menacing stare pierced the person of his opponent, and would stick to the soul like a parasite.
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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 17:26:09 GMT -8
He said nothing as he flipped backwards he then flipped backwards quickly and then his eyes closed as he did almost dodging completely but with fail he went backwards as he felt the cut upon his own arms a small gash as he did he then held his am. 'Hm...what the hell?!' He said in his mind as he watched him. 'His hand s are like claws...they pierced through my skin...' He said in his mind. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 17:32:00 GMT -8
He licked the bloody tips of his claws, and smiled. The cannibal's grin boiled over with madness. If that didn't scream to your instincts to run, you needed to get your fight or flight response checked out. Cause you're asking for it.
The monster closed in quickly and had already turned to face him. Too quickly, he was practically breathing on the boy, slashing to cut open his torso. The simple left handed slash would cut to the low torso, from left to right, the other hand was cocked to his own side, to strike at a moment's notice. This was getting ugly.
"You're blood is... AB+ yes? Tasty, rare."
A bloodlusting cannibal. Attacking a young freshman. A soldier, engaging in hostile activities towards a civilian. A psychopath, assaulting an innocent. All of these were descriptors of what was going down.
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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 17:40:33 GMT -8
He saw him this time barely there but saw him he quickly grabbed his claws and frowned he then aimed his foot in a axe motion and went right for his head a hit for a hit and a kill for a kill you might say he was not some kid that could not harness his powers,he then flipped backwards as he said nothing his hands now in his pockets and sighed. "Hm...I'm ready for this..." He said as he gasped for air. "I think so." |
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 17:53:35 GMT -8
The thing about grabbing claws is this; they're sharp. And you're using your hands? You're out of your mind right? Valekin was more than trained to reverse any hold on his hands. He countered, by pulling his arms back hard, which would cut, literally, any hold on his claws. As the kick would begin, the ridiculous speed that Valekin employed would be his weapon once again.
This time the slash was for the leg that kicked at him, as he pivoted off, bringing himself out of range of the attack. And yet attacking the attacking limb at the same time. Great thing about momentum, once it's in motion, it stays in motion. He reached for the leg with the closest hand, to drag the claws around the back of the knee. This would cut the tendons a bit, and make that leg immobile.
"Too slow."
To finalize the attack, he balled his second hand, the one that is free, and would strike with the back of his fist, the metal plated side. Attacking the side of the head of the kid. Hopefully the kid would duck, because that would do some serious damage if he wasn't knocked out.
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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 18:05:01 GMT -8
He caught wind of the attack and with his reflexes he flipped in the air and caught onto a tree limb as he watched the man he then nodded he now knew what he must do...he had to counteract the speed with his eyes and that was gonna be a hard technique to do at the current rate but maybe if he could focus he could see the weak points and devise a good intricate plan to defeat him his eyes now closed as he said nothing as he did. His eyes then opened as they were now watching the man his hands in his pockets as they were bleeding from the claws. 'OK...he should appear 2 seconds slower now I have effectively used it...I love these eyes...' He said in his mind as he then flipped backwards. 'And maybe I can get my hands on that style of fighting if I survive...' He said in his mind once again. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 18:25:42 GMT -8
Appearing two seconds slower didn't change much. It only gave the kid a hairsbreadth of a reaction time to try to react to him. Valekin could cover twice as much ground as the kid could in the same time frame. The soldier ran to the tree that the kid had started to perch himself in. The boy had just landed, and Valekin was already on the move, scrambling up the bark with his claws, only to arrive at the branch where the kid was projected to land first, a second after he did.
If he tracked him well enough, he'd realize he'd have to retreat, because Valekin slashed at him again with the claws, moving forward, to create a laceration into existence right across the boy's chest, from right to left. He slashed with his left hand, leaving his right hand free, poised for attack or defense.
"Still too slow boy."
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Post by shu on Jul 5, 2007 18:31:02 GMT -8
He swung down with his own hands and quickly dodged the attack he could now see the moves but again was almost cut he smiled as he watched him he was memorizing the skills that were just utilized by the man and then came at him with a kick towards the head with his body moving quickly with acrobatics he then if the hit missed or made it flipped towards the ground quickly to land just in case he would be attacked by those sharp ass claws he said nothing as he watched him and saw that he was moving he now knew what to do he saw a few flaws in the style he had a little more strength then him but he could still work it out... 'I know now...just hope it works...I can see him.' He said in his mind. |
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Post by Takeshi on Jul 5, 2007 20:25:25 GMT -8
Takeshi had heard the noise and rushed to the scene.
That heart beat..
Valekin...
That crazy son of a bitch was at it again.
He had mapped out the gardens,and in his minds eye he could picture valekin scrambling up the tree after his prey.
Why have i always got to interfere?
He Pin pointed valekins eart beat and hurled his stick like a javelin,straight at the vampiristic students heart."Sword Slices through Raindrop!" he thought.
He could hear the creatures heartbeat.
It was focusing all of its energy on the freshman.
If this hit,it would
a) Knock him out(but he doubted it,because of how tough the creature actually was)
B) make his heart skip a beat long enough for another attack
The stick flew through the air.He had no way of telling if it had hit.
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Post by valekin on Jul 6, 2007 14:43:39 GMT -8
(Since there's two of you now, I'm pulling stats. I don't like sudden guests.)
The kick to the face would most definitely meet the free hand that would latch onto it. The claws would dig into the soft materials, and dig down to the skin. The second hand would then reach up, and latch onto the leg at a higher point. Even if he attempted to kick him in the head with the second leg, it would prove to be futile. Valekin was an experienced soldier, he saw things coming. Always.
This snatch and grab would turn quickly into a mess, as he'd use the kid as a flail to intercept the stick. Up he'd lift, and spin around to slap away the stick, following that he'd bash the kid against the trunk of the tree. And swing once more, to throw him at the interloper. That's when his training dictated that he was to attack the interloper, neutralize him, and continue the fight against the original target, as to not have anymore interferences.
"Should have minded your own business, now I'll tear you apart!"
He cried, practically floating down from the tree, dashing across the grass to the interloper, in a mere pair of heart beats. The right and left hands curled at the fingers to produce Tijger Claws. The right palm jabbed at the blind one's face, the other hand cocked next to his side, holding in a perfect position to retaliate against an attack from behind, or provide a set of finishing strikes.
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