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| Eaon | Dec 8 2010, 05:15 AM Post #11 |
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Shiva's Chosen
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His eyes cold as the ice in the palm of his hand, scanned every movement, ever fiber of Zidane's being as he viciously attacked the heartless. Zidane even started by letting the enemy hit himself enough times to go into a trance like state which made Eaon believe he really didn't know how to fight. The idea of using a trance like state to obliterate enemies really wasn't that new to combat. Battle Mediation, and setting your own thought process to handle the often times horrible things you see in combat is common. However openly letting your enemies beat on you to gain that desired result probably isn't what the inventor of the attack had in mind. Such attacks were mental traps that the user would set off in the event things got bad to attempt to catch their attacker off guard. Yet here this kid let himself be attacked until it was time to set off the trap, rather than just fighting. It seemed illogical to Eaon, who just preferred making an attack brutal, fast, lethal, and painless on his side, and as painless to his victim as possible. "You're lucky you chose to come with me. Keep fighting like that and you'll get yourself killed. If you'd been dealing with me, you would have not lived long enough to enter than trance like state, the moment you tried I would have killed you." Eaon said coldly and without remorse. Eaon wasn't the kind to uselessly wail on an enemy or find out very much about it. If an attack didn't work, Eaon moved to the next weapon in his arsenal, minimizing his movements and maximizing damage. Eaon saved energy and his own life allowing him to fight longer. If Zidane had been fighting Eaon in that moment, the moment Zidane slowed down, Eaon would have shot him in the skull and killed him. If Zidane moved, Eaon would walk up to him, without his gun, and make sure his next attack would be his signature blizzard to the skull. Things would have been fatal fast, and it became apparent that Zidane was not a threat to Eaon, nor were his men. As Eaon approached the Palace, finally some form of resistance from the guard approached. A masked man in a turban carrying a spear pointed towards Eaon moved in. Eaon could tell the man was strong, in his people probably a skilled fighter and a loyal knight. To fight this man would be an honor for any of his people, and it was likely that the only reason the castle was able to hold out as well as it did was largely part of this man's efforts. It was a pretty great thing the man was doing, however he was in Eaon's way, and that meant he had to be moved. As Eaon approached the man, he knew that the man had seen Eaon's sword, it was very large and stuck out. It would have been hard to miss the elegant weapon, however Eaon didn't have time to negotiate with guards, and he had a weapon that they didn't know of. Drawing Deus Ex Machina, Eaon pointed the weapon at the guard's knee and pulled the trigger. Imagine then the next scene to a beautiful symphony of music, orchestrated by the twirling whistle of a bullet. The heavy drums that created the beat the sound of splintering bone and shredding flesh, followed by the glorious upbeat ending of a faded "bang" as the bullet smashed into the floor behind the man. Look forward and tune out the grim screaming and find that art does in fact inspire other art. Suspended in mid air if only for a second a crimson stained glass image orchestrated in red diamonds. The art of a killer, the art of a hunter, the art of not a demon from hell, but in fact the art of an angel heaven sent. In this case heaven was Spira, but regardless of literalness, Eaon had come to save this world and even better he brought no illusion of glory and would never over stay his welcome (often times because his hosts were happy to see him leave). Return then to reality and away from the art and re-find our non-hero Eaon, who looked to the guard and muttered only "You'll live." as he passed and began his ascent up the stairs. Eaon was on a mission to find whoever was in control of the Heartless and silence them, and he believed despite the guard that this person was somewhere within the castle, and much like a bounty hunter after a mark, Eaon was well prepared to drag him out. |
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| Eaon | Dec 9 2010, 07:01 PM Post #12 |
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Shiva's Chosen
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Eaon didn't hear anyone behind him as he assumed Zidane stayed to work on the wounded guard below. Nothing mattered anymore though, not when Eaon was this close to whatever it was he was after. Eaon didn't want to give anything away, he wanted to make perfectly sure that there was absolutely zero chance that whoever was running the show would have anyway of predicting Eaon's movements. Eaon had been diligent, he'd made sure there were exactly zero survivors and each time his strikes had been as cold and ruthless as the tear of Shiva. Eaon had seemingly perfected hunting taking it from a skill one gathered from time to time to an art. Eaon made his way slowly up a set of stairs until he came to the second floor of the Palace. His eyes scanned a vast hall way with beautiful mid-eastern style architecture. Someone had to have had significant influence to live in a place like this, and someone with great greed and power would be the only one who could mount such a successful attack. Though the attacker was vast and powerful, Eaon couldn't imagine him really being portrayed as anything other than a small and arrogant coward who used a power he didn't fully understand nor comprehend to attack. This was not the first time Eaon had seen Heartless be commanded by someone, though this was the first time the attack had been on this scale and magnitude. Normally people didn't even really understand how the Heartless attacked and that made them weak, it was like commanding an army of deaf mutes without fully knowing sign language. Heartless were little more than mindless drones with a task to carry out and only a few knew how to make use of this task. As Eaon turned and observed the hallway he made himself look ahead to another stairwell leading up from the end of the hall way. Eaon desired to be in a higher, more profound place, as he would assume the attacker did as well. Blade at the ready, Eaon began to move forward towards the stairs knowing not what lay ahead of him, but merely that which was behind him. Zidane was no doubt too weak to handle whatever horror mounted the attack, so it was probably good that he'd been left behind. Still Eaon needed to make sure no one would be hurt unnecessarily. Before Eaon moved to go upstairs he took a rather long, elegant rug from the floor and pulled apart a table holding up a potted plant. Driving the nails from the table into the the rug, Eaon pinned it to the door. Then drawing Shiva's Tear Eaon released his second seal and stabbed the rug lightly. The Rug began to quickly freeze over until the entirety of the door was blocked by a massive and thick sheet of Ice. Then Eaon released his power from Shiva's Tear, putting it into its natural state and continued onward. |
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