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| [Graded]The Demon and the Fairies: Reorientation; The Demon and the Fairies Arc: Part 2 | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 25 2014, 10:12 PM (567 Views) | |
| Spellslinger | May 5 2015, 12:13 AM Post #11 |
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Brian knew that his agility wasn't the best and so he pulled out something that he carried with him in these situations: rope. He had it in a few special pockets in his Gunslingers Robe. It was something that the smoke mage, Toshiro, had taught him in their training sessions and survival lessons in the woods that one must always be prepared since luck seems to favor it. He tied the rope around a table knowing that the tables' size wouldn't allow it to go out the window and that would be his anchor. Slipping on a pair of gloves he threw the end of the rope over the side and slid down the rope down the side of the Fairy Tail building and to the ground where he found Desire under the eaves. He brought up his gun and fired twin warning shots on either side of her that said in a very sharp bang, "Don't try to run away from me." Actions
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| 裁 Hadou | May 7 2015, 09:51 PM Post #12 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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Cleia felt a little pleased at how quickly the battle had gone down. Since it was obvious that Woody here was a distraction, she needed to be where the true action would be going down: at the guild. Brian might need her help, because, for all she knew, he might be outnumbered by other dark mages that might be accompanying the pink-haired girl. With that thought in mind, Cleia turned to take off as quickly as she could... And just when she thought it was all over, something snaked round her legs and held her fast. Of course, her initial momentum and the sudden resistance caused her to pitch forward, and Cleia gave a cry of surprise and frustration as she fell. Glaring over her shoulder, she was able to flick on of her sickles up in time to sever more incoming vines. The Woody thing was still alive, spouting trash, like it usually did, and trying to constrict her with its vines. And it had a form of rapid regeneration. She felt her heart sink as she realized that this fight would take longer than expected. Before Woody would attempt to further ensnare her, or try to drag her to itself, she sliced through the entanglements around her legs, and hastily got to her feet. It was a good thing she had not dispelled the Shakujou, because they, her "evil harvesting tools" were the most nifty things she could employ to cut stuff. Eager to spend as little time with Woody as possible, Cleia connected the sickles to form a long scythe and charged Woody this time, slashing at any tendrils it might cast in her way. Her major aim, if she got close enough, would be to aim another slashing blow, this time, at its torso. Even though the scythe would be slower than the sickles, it would have a higher cutting power. Perhaps if she cleaved it clean in two, it wouldn't recover so easily. Actions
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| 司 Grond | May 7 2015, 10:35 PM Post #13 |
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Desire yelped and jumped as the shots from Brian's weapons scattered stones and debris on either side of her. He was still not close enough for her to attempt anything, so she found herself in an irritatingly disadvantaged position. Maybe she would have to resort to guile in order to get herself out of this mess. The other mage was nowhere in sight, so for now, she still had only Brian to contend with. She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender, and turned to face the gun mage, her face a mask of fear and dejection. Quite a good, and untrue mask. A plan was beginning to form in her mind, a plan which involved her deceptively long whip. The only problem was reaching the weapon before Brian ventilated her face with his muskets. As at the moment, she didn't know how dangerous they were, and she didn't want to find out. Meanwhile, Woody Johnny was getting just as frustrated as Cleia, as he began to swing vines in order to strike her like a flail, but she just kept cutting through and approaching. Anyway, her latest harvesting tool had created a disadvantage that Woody Johnny was interested in capitalizing on. He allowed to slash of the scythe to come, lifting his left 'arm' to intercept the blade. The scythe cut through the wood of the monster, but slowed down enough for the monster to deflect Cleia's slash to miss its torso, although at the cost of its appendage. The unsliced arm however, fashioned into a club-like limb, which was swung horizontally in an attempt to clobber the Fairy Tail mage. "I hate you, you evil farmer. You pretend to be a good person, but none of your creation things ever turns into a fertilizer bag or watering can! You must be vegan. They're the worst!!!" ACTIONS
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| Spellslinger | May 7 2015, 11:10 PM Post #14 |
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Brian saw that Desire was surrendering and so he holstered his spell gun but kept out his lacrima bullet gun fixed on her. He knew that they weren't all that powerful but he also knew that at close range they were going to give her quite a welt and perhaps even knock her out. He came up to her and took her by the wrist. With the speed that he had acquired in the months of training, he holstered his lacrima gun and took his other hand and gripped her other wrist bringing them both behind her back. He then took out a pair of fingercuffs and clicked them on her thumbs. It did occur to him that perhaps she was going to attempt something and if she did he would have to use a small trick that he had in his back pocket. Actions
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| 裁 Hadou | May 9 2015, 10:56 PM Post #15 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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Cleia did make her way close enough to make a slicing blow at Woody, but the creature was quite prepared for the tactic. It used its left arm to deflect the blow, averting Cleia's scythe from damaging its torso in the least. Its arm was cut clean off, however, but that, in Cleia's opinion was not a scored point, for two reasons: firstly, from what she had seen when she delivered her first blow, this creature was capable of high-speed regeneration. So, its lost appendage would quickly grow back. Secondly... Cleia noticed its right arm contort into a very solid shape, and she was instantly aware of its function. She had no idea in which direction it would swing; a downward stroke would be most damaging, but at least, when it raised its arm, she would have enough time to counter. The creature opted for a faster strike, swinging its arm in a horizontal fashion, obviously to clobber her head for all it was worth. Since she was already rather close to it, dodging was ruled out as the easiest choice. She had to block the incoming attack, and if possible, make a decisive counterattack. Thinking fast, she brought the staff portion of her Shakujou scythe in the way of the club. The blow connected, the staff vibrating in her hands, but it remained unbroken. She would find, however, that she could not push forward her riposte, as the force of the blow sent her staggering off to one side. Quickly regaining her balance, she twirled the scythe in order to ward off any incoming vines, but it seemed none were inbound. Cleia looked briefly at her hands as the Shakujou staff glowed once, then dissipated into a scattering of runes that faded into nonexistence. She was actually grateful that the weapon had not vanished off before the club strike. That left her with a disadvantage now, as she had no sharp object with which to sever her opponent's attacks. But from her fight with this this, perhaps she had learned something: it had not tried even slightly to guard against the blow to the head, but it had, at the cost of a limb, refused to suffer damage to its chest. Thinking up her next strategy, she began to back away from the creature. She would have to play a defensive game, now that her slashing offense was gone in the meantime. If the creature stalled, she would try to run away from it and head back towards the guild. It most probably wouldn't let her escape. Once she could find an opening, however, she would attempt to strike at its heart. "Me? Farmer? Vegan? Really? Nice thinking, Sherlock Holmes," she said, putting on her most bored expression, in response to its most recent drivel. |
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| 司 Grond | May 10 2015, 09:35 PM Post #16 |
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Desire gasped as Brian pulled down her hands behind her back and cuffed them. The cuffs she could not see, but they curiously locked her thumbs together. She made another gasping sound, this one being a sound of mock outrage. "Oh my, Mr. Brian sir, aren't those things fetish items?" she asked, temporarily and briefly struggling with her restraints. "Really! And to think I'd thought so highly of you before. What would someone say if they saw you carrying such things around? And using them on me, a relatively defenseless girl is pure outrage. Or is there something else you want?" She took a step back so that their bodies would be in contact, then, for the first time in a long time, Desire activated her powers. As her lower arms changed color to purple and wicked claws grew at the ends of her fingertips, with her increased strength, Desire delivered a backward headbutt with all her might, hoping it would connect with Brian's jaw. If she had been standing normally, due to her height, she probably would have only hit his chest, so she had to stand on tiptoe to deliver the attack. Whether the attack connected or not, the half-demon girl would spin with her arms still behind her back, jumping into the air and aiming a spinning roundhouse kick, which would nail the gun mage on the right temple if he didn't move in time. With a strain, she snapped the cuffs, something she most likely wouldn't have been able to do without her demonic strength. "Alright, honey," she said, running at Brian, as she wasn't interested in giving him space to fire off shots from range, "I'm yours...." Meanwhile, the plant anomaly began advancing, as soon as Cleia started to retreat. Its satisfaction of the fact that the girl had lost her slashing weapon was palpable. "Sherlock Homes?" the creature asked, mispronouncing one of the words, "you humans are so mentally disjointed. What do houses have in common with the fact that you've been so wicked to plants and...." The creature paused as apparent realization struck it. "Oh, I understand. Homes. Houses are made of wood, right? Another crime against plants. How would you feel if I used your bones to make my house? Huh?" The regenerating hand transformed into a long, jagged spike, while the other hand remained as a blunt weapon. "Maybe I'll try that. Bones will last longer than wood, I suppose." With a charge and a thrust of the woody spear at Cleia's face, the plant anomaly cried: "All hail carnivores!!!" ACTIONS
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| Spellslinger | May 12 2015, 03:13 AM Post #17 |
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Brian could see that Desire was flirting with him, albeit in a very mocking sort of way when she pushed her body against his. But he remained vigilant, even when she stood on her tiptoes and knocked her head back and butted him against his jaw. It did take him by surprise but he still held onto her wrists. He then looked down and saw that Desire was extending her nails and broke through his finger cuffs. In that instant, he let go of her wrists and backed away when she broke free. No time to draw his guns, he got down onto one knee, his hand going for the dust and dirt on the ground. He gathered up a handful and saw that Desire was ready to make her charge at him. He brought up his handful of dirt and dust and threw it into the young girl's face knowing that it would make contact with her eyes. The fractions of a second that the dust had left his hand, it went right for the butt of his spell gun. Pulling it out of the holster and ready to take his shot at the enemy. Actions
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| 裁 Hadou | May 12 2015, 09:20 PM Post #18 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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Woody was attacking again, and spouting trash about houses and bones, this time. Whoever was responsible for this thing's sense of humor was one hell of a sicko. He now had two weapons: one, the club with which he'd used to bludgeon her away, and a pointy lance thing. He wasn't keen on playing around anymore, as he lunged forward, aiming the sharp end at her face. This would quickly turn to a bloody, terminal mess for her if she didn't act fast. She took a defensive stance once more, as she had when Woody first attacked and she had cleaved him in the head. She didn't want to use her barriers, as she always considered them a last resort in battle. Instead, she decided to use a more physical approach. As Woody approached, Cleia took a deep breath to ready herself, and she ducked her head to one side, grabbing at the shaft of Woody's spear with one hand and his club arm with the other. If she succeeded (which was likely, given Woody's impetuous charge), she would jump into the air, tuck both knees in towards her chest and then thrust them out with as much force as she could muster. The result, if everything connected seamlessly, would be an explosive drop-kick to the chest. She did not expect this to really work by knocking Woody down; in fact, she was hoping that it wouldn't. Cleia would use the impact of the double kick to push herself away from Woody in mid-air, giving her some distance between herself and the plant freak. She would fall on her back and slide some distance away, looking for all the world like she was prone, and open to attack from Woody. She hoped that this would make him see an 'opportunity', and thus become hasty in his next attack. Hasty people liked running... or jumping. Whichever the case, she wanted Woody to barge straight in with as much reckless abandon as could fit in his small lignified brain. "You're sturdy enough," she taunted as she slid on her back some distance away. "I know of this real talented guy who could put you to really good use... as a kitchen cabinet! Don't worry, you won't be sawed up, just hollowed out real good, and I promise to put my favorite mug where your mouth hole currently is." Insult tactics were not really her style, but he had a reason for this. And that reason would ensure that in the next few minutes, she was running off unhindered to aid Brian, provided it worked. If it didn't, she was already formulating another plan... Actions
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| 司 Grond | May 12 2015, 10:02 PM Post #19 |
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Brian was lucky that he had gotten down on his knee; Desire's spin kick sailed harmlessly over his head. As she wasn't willing to let him gain the advantage of range, she had charged in, although the girl wondered why Brian had crouched, and wasn't pointing his gun at her. The sand that flew up at her face was the reason, she soon discovered. Fortunately, the gun mage's suspicious behavior had already put her on the alert, and she had turned her head just in time to have most of the dirt hit her on the side of her face. Nevertheless, it was very pissing-off to be dirtied like that. Desire couldn't see her opponent clearly, due to the dust cloud temporarily around her head, and she had a few motes in her eyes, but she kept running. If Brian did not move out of the way, she would probably run smack into him. And that would be her advantage... she hoped. While she was pretty good at close-quarter combat, and better yet, a style that focused on grappling, Brian was bigger and stronger than she was. She groped for his arm, hoping to twist his hand painfully in a pronating wristlock if she caught it right. Meanwhile, Cleia's maneuver only managed to stagger Woody the Johnny, who, on recovering and seeing Cleia in such an apparently disadvantaged position, shrieked with an alarmingly high-pitched voice and charged her again. "Demon!" he screamed, "how dare you! I will make YOU my kitchen cabinet!!!" So saying, the woody anomaly leaped into the air, mouth open and limbs outstretched, interested in making Cleia's end really bloody if she did not respond quickly enough. ACTIONS
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| Spellslinger | May 14 2015, 09:59 AM Post #20 |
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"Damn," Brian cursed in his mind when he saw Desire turning her head and the dirt only powdering the side of her face. He had hoped that the attack would blind her enough for him to get one shot out. He then saw that through the cloud of the dust she was scrambling for him. He had prepared for this thanks to his time with Toshiro in the woods and wilderness. He moved his arm out of the way from Desire's hands. At such a close range like this, it was a perfect moment. He reached for his lacrima gun with his left hand, drawing it out of its holster and positioning it right at Desire's midsection. Granted the bullets would only be a hard punch but it would have to be enough. He quickly pulled the trigger and watched the results unfold. |
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