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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 21, 2005 21:13:27 GMT -5
Kicking a chair from the floor, Kearn grabbed it and used its wood to block the shurikens. With a quick throw, he then hurled the point-covered chair at the fighter. Wasting no time, Kearn drew forth his dual blades once more. Making a alow and cautious advance on the wind follower, the boy prepared himself for anything.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jun 21, 2005 21:54:13 GMT -5
Breathing heavily and clutching his chest with one blood covered hand, Drake grunted to Kearn, "Kill him, kid."
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 21, 2005 22:16:57 GMT -5
Lunging in from behind, Kearn made a large arc with his black blade verticly, and a wide horizontal arc with his white blade.
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jun 21, 2005 23:05:37 GMT -5
((damn, I'm gonna sound like an idiot entering the fight at this point... oh well. On another note, what RPG were you addicted to Kiddo? Was it Dungeons and Dragons Heroes (for XBOX) by chance?))
Ramos had waited for this moment. Ordinarily, fighting indoors while mounted was dangerous, even suicidal, but he was confident in his abilities. Besides, he doubted even a wind follower could dodge a full-out charge. During the fight so far, he had been backpedaling his steed to gain enough room. Now, with Kearn at his back to distract him, and no-one else in the way, Ramos was ready. He kicked his charger into a sprint, the tip of his spear aimed to take this thief's head right off. Absent mindedly he wondered if Kearn would be able to dodge the charge, then shrugged it off. He was a heretic, after all.
((*sigh* I'm running out of 'sorry's heheh. Just a reminder, the horse is an extension of my character, do not permanently kill it. You can disable it, just don't kill it. Please nothing drastic like breaking its leg, as logically that takes a long time to heal. If this is too much to ask, just say so.))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 22, 2005 2:56:12 GMT -5
With some sense of shock, the boy turned to face his charging ally. His runes charged into action so quickly that they let out a fierce light. Although they did allow him to miraculously roll under the charging horse, even they could not stop all harm. He guessed that the horse's panic changed his rune's perception of the situation. The boy's arm fell underneath a trampling hoof of the steed, a sickening crack echoing through out the room. Holding in the overwhelming urge to scream in pain, Kearn noticed he had lost his twin blades in the fray. The child knew it would take even the immense power of his magic to completely heal his arm. More unfortunate was the fact that is was his primary sword arm. In his pain, the boy was unsure of the outcome of the fire warrior's attack.
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Post by Niccolo on Jun 22, 2005 14:52:50 GMT -5
Iager easily kicked aside the chunk of wood, and was prparing to engage Kearn once more when Ramos came at him full speed. Trying to surpress his laughter of the boy being trampled by his own ally, he flung a small, grey pellet to the ground. There was a brillaint flash of light, and when it cleared, Iager was coming straight down on top of Ramos, blades poised to decapitate the man.
(ninja tricks rock!)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 26, 2005 15:29:40 GMT -5
(Okay, I know this is OOC, and I shudder to think that I'm breaking my code here by posting OOC with nothing to add to the RP. There is a chance that I won't be posting for a long time, I'm having some problems with my internet connection. Basicly, if I havn't posted in a few days, someone can take over Kearn, he was supposed to be a puppet anyhow.)
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jun 29, 2005 22:00:05 GMT -5
He's too fast!
Ramos rapidly spun his spear in circles above his head, deflecting the blades aside. Unfortunately, even though Iager's blades were knocked away, the force of the blow also sent the spear flying as well. He leaped off his steed as the spear thudded into the table nearby and drew his claymore.
"It appears that I need to practice my spear skills," he said as his sword lit with flame, "Make no mistake, however, I am an artist with the sword."
He then drew a large shield previously hidden in the bags of his mount. At a slight motion from Ramos' hand, his steed ran off again, safe from the fight.
"You may have speed, thief, but I have strength," he said as he proceeded to hold his claymore, normally a two handed weapon, in his right hand and his shield in his left. "The flames shall consume you yet."
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Post by Niccolo on Jun 30, 2005 19:25:03 GMT -5
Iager laughed. "After all this, you still believe me to be a thief? The theft of those runes was merely a test, to see if you were worthy to play my little game. I should hope by now you should know who I am, hm? I am Iager Divor! The gratest assasin that ever lived, responsible for more than 1000 killings and wanted in every known land! You think you can defeat me with your little sword?"
He drew two small, guadless daggers, and seemed to attach something to the hilt of each.
"Come, peons, try your hardest! It shall make your deaths all the more entertaining!"
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jun 30, 2005 22:48:35 GMT -5
At hearing these words, a furious passion awoke within the boy. "Peons? Peons?! Who is the lesser of men among us? You want me to try harder? You want me to destroy you? So be it..." Letting go of his bad arm, Kearn outstretched his left had, black and gold runes shimmering intensely along its whole length, where one left off, it touched another, until they formed a strange shimmering tatoo of power. All along Iagear's body, a number of similar runes appeared. An angry gaze bled forth from the child's face, it almost looked as if there was a black aura surrounding him. "Feel the pain of all of those you have hurt!" Kearn closed his fist, triggering an enchantment that made the victim feel every ounce of pain they had caused. The boy only wished it could truely inflict damage upon the vicims body. Willing his sword, endearment, to his good hand, he once more advanced on his target - now in some bit of undescribable pain.
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 1, 2005 16:29:39 GMT -5
Iager screamed as the pain ripped through his body. Fighting to stay consious, he noticed Kearn advancing on him.
What is this? No matter, I must fight it, I must not fail!
Iager stood fully, his face contorted in agony, he seemed to stab with one of his daggers, despite Kearn being some distace away. However, the dagger continued to fly, and when it nicked Kearn's cheek, it flew back to Iager's hand. The other blade went forward, drawing another ribbon of blood, then seemingly magically returning, however, as it flew back, the light gleamed off the thread-thin cable that attached the blade to his wrist.
Damn! I can't aim right! I have to make this a killing blow! Come on, focus! His right hand dagger went forward, aimed squarely for Kearn's throat.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 2, 2005 22:10:22 GMT -5
Rage seething through Kearn's eyes, the child deftly dodged the blow whilst readying his sword for a damaging blow. "Feeling weak, oh great one?" the question came out as a sneer, his voice as dark as his spilling blood,"How does it feel to know the needless pain and the suffering you have brought to both guilty and the innocent?" The white blade swung through the assassin's right elbow, passing through and causing no physical damage - only a small amount of the feelings of Ieagar's victims leaked from the enchanted sword. "Why do you do it," the words seemed to boil through the boy's clenched teeth as he circled his target, taking another swing with Endearment's blade, "Is it fame, for the Infamy of horror? Is it peity, the twisted love of some demented diety? Is it pain, the screams of your victims?" Kearn leaned in close to his adversary's ear, knowingly leaving himself open,"...or is it guilt? Some strange attempt to cover something you regret?"
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 3, 2005 0:20:52 GMT -5
What trickery is this?! This boy apparently has powers I have never seen. They seem righteous, and yet at the same time they seem like dark powers as well.
Ramos backed away from the two combatants, his holy anger subdued by this new event. Trying to assist Kearn would only lead to getting in the way of the young heretic. There had to be another way he could help. Staying a distance from the conflict, he sidestepped over to the fallen Drake. "Can you fight?" he asked as he bandaged the man's wounds as well and speedily as he could. He looked back at Kearn and Iager, "I do not know what to think of this, but it cannot be good."
((Please don't be offended that I keep calling Kearn a heretic, Kiddofreak, it's just Ramos' mindset. Also, the same goes for calling Kearn's power dark, it's just because my character has never seen something like this before.))
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 5, 2005 15:42:33 GMT -5
The guard captain was still breathing heavily, but the bandages were now soaking up the blood from his wound. "Thank you fellow warrior" said Drake, "but I do not think I can fight. This wound will make things difficult. It's up to you and that kid, but he seems like he can handle it."
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 5, 2005 16:13:33 GMT -5
Shoving his elbow into Kearn's face and then his knee to the groin. He adopted a combat stance, and prepared to strike, his eyes filled with rage.
"How dare you mock me, child! You could never understand my motives! Honor, family, all things forien to you westerners! Now die!"
And with that, he attacked in a flurry of impossibly fast blows with his wire-blades.
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