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| The Karlminion | May 8 2011, 03:09 PM Post #41 |
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180-proof Redneck
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The Black Mage flew through the air, falling toward the ground; his fall was cushioned by one of the dead bodies, but with the sand that comprised the floor it wouldn't have been such a hard landing anyway. He realized he had a moment to himself, pulled out his Green Moonstone and cast a quick Sacri over himself; the pain in his dagger arm went away and it was usable once again, but the basic spell couldn't do much more than that. "Now then," he muttered, coming to his feet once more. He saw that Daioh or Bear had plugged the thing's cannon, but it was just snatching Bear of its back and seemed to be preparing to shoot him point-blank with that cannon. That wouldn't end well at all; either the ice would dislodge and the Viking would be rendered into bloody paste, or the ice would hold and the cannon would misfire, causing the explosive shells within to explode violently and take Bear with it. Unacceptable costs for something that would merely cripple the machine at best. He had a few seconds to get ready, once again thanks to Deloco's compulsive need to rant and gloat; he grasped his Purple Moonstone once again, furiously charging it up, planning to cast Crystalum and upset the machine a second time. That would throw its aim off and hopefully save Bear from being blown to pieces. With barely a moment to go he thrust his arm forward with a shout of 'Crystalum!' aiming for the ground beneath the Gladiator's bulk. While this was going on, Alba would find herself with company. "Hold still, lass," a gentle female voice said quietly, as a woman in black robes knelt beside her. The woman, in her late forties or perhaps early fifties, was remarkably pretty despite her age, glossy black hair reaching to the small of her back in a neat ponytail; only a few streaks of gray marred it, and they gave her an air of dignity and poise. Her deep green eyes sparkled within finely arched eye sockets; she was clearly a relative of Illyrian from the face and eyes alone, perhaps an aunt or some such. "You and my nephew were very brave, standing up for those poor folk," she went on, expertly removing the shards of wood from Alba's leg. "That Deloco, he's way too much, too bloodthirsty even for the current... 'regime'." The last of the splinters were out, and she waved her hand over Alba's body, muttering 'Sacrulen' as she did so. Alba's wounds were all healed and the soreness and weariness was driven away; she'd be ready to fight once again. "Come along, Marisa, they're almost done," the ancient patriarch called out. "Let's not be caught in anymore crossfire, shall we?" "You crotchety old bastard, help them!" the woman shouted back as she stood up, extending a hand to help Alba to her feet. "It'd go even faster if you did something, wouldn't it?" Tyrian grumbled sourly, but gripped his staff and turned to face the arena; he stood tall, taller than his grandson, and the Yellow Moonstone in the wooden rod shined brightly. 'Drilnos!' he shouted, casting a thick yellow fog, full of static and sparks, over the arena. It would not affect the four resistors, but hopefully it would weaken the machine in addition to whatever else happened to go down. "Illyrian, I expect you back by eight this evening to give a full account of the day," the old man called, his voice carrying clearly to his grandson. "Do not be late, or I really will disown you!" With that he turned, leaning on another Telcondera, and led his family out of the arena. "Like hell you will, old man," Illyrian muttered, his eyes on the Gladiator as he tensed for whatever was to come. |
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| Daiohma | May 9 2011, 03:13 PM Post #42 |
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The Ice Fang
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Daiohma jumped down from the gladiator's treads with confidence that he had blocked the cannon with his ice. His plan seemed to of worked, now if Deloco was to fire the cannon that arm would surly be done for. Daiohma ran to the side of the machine and started slamming the treads with his gauntlet. It would probably not do much damage but a quick hit before the gladiator started moving again was a bonus. All of a sudden there was a loud burst of noise from the machine, the speaker seemed louder than ever. "What's this? A monkey on my back?" Came Deloco's voice. Daiohma backed up to get a good view of the machine as it plucked something from it's back. As he watched that something turned out to be someone, it was Bear. The Captain had a quick look round to locate Illyrian as he was no longer in the gladiators grasp. A flash of green light caught his eye, it was Illyrian who was healing himself. It was clear Illyrian could look after himself but what about Alba he thought. A quick look at the mess behind him he wondered if she was OK. Deloco's monstrous machine was now holding Bear right in front of it's face. A feeling of dread came over Daiohma as the gladiator raised its cannon to the viking. ''Oh... bugger'' He muttered as the cannon was now literally in Bear's face. The cannon was frozon from the inside and a backfire that close to him would not be good. Suddenly there was a bright flash of purple light coming from the other side of the gladiator, a quick look reveled that it was Illyrian. He was casting Crystalum at the machine. Daiohma remembered back to when the machine struggled to move on his ice and how his Crystales caused it to lose balance. With this he dashed around to the back of the gladiator and pointed his gauntlet at the back of it's treads. ''Crystali!'' Daiohma let out as the purple moonstone flashed a bright light before encasing his gauntlet in ice. He then hit his gauntlet against the ground around the back of the machines treads. ''Let's see you move on this!'' He was hoping that Illyrian's attack would knock the gladiators aim off and cause the machine to back onto the ice and lose control yet again. ''Crap'' Daiohma cursed under his breath, if the machine did back up and lose control then he would be right in it's path! He quickly rolled out of the way of the machine towards where Illyrian was standing. While he was dodging out of it's path and the ice spell from Illyrian was making it's way towards the Gladiator Daiohma had a sudden thought to himself. ''Deloco maybe crazy, but would he really rely solely on the cameras from the machine?'' |
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| Raiu | May 11 2011, 10:06 PM Post #43 |
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Alba was gripping one of the larger shards of wood and was readying herself for the pain that was sure to come when she heard that gentle voice. She stopped and looked at the woman, struck by how much she looked like Illyrian. Another Telcondera? The shards hurt when coming out. No one could be used to feeling stuff like that. The memory of the pain soon faded when the woman casted Sacrulean, the strongest green spell, on her and Alba suddenly felt like she was fully rested, recently fed, and like she had not been thrown around a little. She accepted the woman's hands and pulled herself up. "T-thank you madame." She bowed to the woman who was revealed to be Illyrian's aunt. The most surprising thing was that she had met Illyrian's grandfather, a celebrity in his own right. And whats more, he helped them! This was like a noble's dream, especially for the spell casting ones. Alba was so in shock that it took the fact that they were fighting to snap her out of it. "Thank you sir and madame!" She bowed again before turning towards the machine and sighing. She then let off another electric blast, not as strong as most others but still good enough. "Electri!" |
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| Jet Blackbeard | May 14 2011, 06:48 PM Post #44 |
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(OOC - This begins the third and final stage of the Boss Battle. After this post the boss will become vulnerable to most attacks. It must survive until the end of the event though so don’t get carried away.) Bear dangled helplessly in the machine's powerful grip, staring death straight in the face. He struggled for all he was worth to free himself. The Viking's muscles bulged as he tried to pull open the Gladiator's fingers but even his great physical strength couldn't come close to matching its mechanical power. "I sure hope someone thinks of something." Bear sighed. But it wasn't a well thought out strategy or even a spur of the moment tactic that saved him. Rather it was an act of pure luck. Perhaps Illyrian was still a little disoriented from his previous injury or it could have been that his aim was a little off. Whatever the case his spell missed it’s intended mark ever so slightly. Rather than burst from the ground underneath the Gladiator the pillar of ice his magic had summoned rose up directly in front of the machine. The ice pillar struck the machine's outstretched arm with enough force to break its hold on Bear. Unfortunately the force of the impact also threw the arm upward, catapulting the Viking into the air upon his release. "Whhhooooooaaaaaa!" He cried as he crashed to the ground several yards away. The rough landing drove the wind from Bear's lungs and stunned him for the moment but he would recover soon. ~ "Oh no you don't!" Deloco chuckled through the speaker. "I won't fall for the same trick twice!" As Daiohma's ice slick spread across the ground behind it the Gladiator roared forwards. Alba's Electri bolt narrowly missed it as the machine pulled away and slammed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust from the point of impact. The Gladiator spun around to face the group. "I'm done toying with you now. It's time to get serious!" Deloco growled as his invention's gun arm rose. It swept slowly from Alba in the stands to Bear's prone form, across Daiohma and finally to Illyrian. "Now....who will it be? Eeny, meeny, miny.....MOE!" Finally the cannon zeroed in on Daiohma. The cannon fired but its barrel was still clogged with ice. The explosive shell within it struck the obstruction and detonated. This in turn caused the Gladiator's entire supply of cannonballs to explode as well. The effects were devastating. The whole machine shook from the explosion and its cannon arm disintegrated in a fiery flash. Black smoke began to bleed through several cracks that had formed in its armor and the Gladiator's glowing eyes flickered for several seconds. When at last Deloco regained control of his precious invention it was obvious that his pride had been damaged as well. "Wha......what......WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEAUTIFUL MACHINE!?" He screamed through the speaker that was somehow still functional. A stream of unintelligible gibberish followed as Deloco went into one of his fits of rage. The Gladiator mirrored the insane admiral's physical movements. It's right arm and the stub of its left flapped up and down and its head swiveled back and forth in a frenzy. The frantic motion loosened some of the damaged armor and sent pieces of it flying off in all directions, revealing the Gladiator's inner machinery. In the center of its chest was a large sphere glowing with yellow energy. This was surely its core! "Oooph." A final sigh came through the speaker and the machine fell still. Deloco had obviously passed out. A few seconds past and then another voice broke through. This one was mechanical, devoid of emotions. "Emergency. Command Line Broken. Engaging Auto-Pilot." The Gladiator's eyes flashed like lightning as its engine began to rev up. It began to roll slowly forward but was now moving under its own volition. Its cannon was gone and its mace was still encased in ice. Most of the armor that had protected it had been loosened or lost completely and there was a death rattle in its engine. Still the Gladiator seemed to have plenty of fight left in it. ~ Once again the wide tunnel leading into the arena echoed with the sound of approaching danger. This time it was a steady thumping, as if a large number of people were racing down its length. The people would turn out to be another squad of soldiers. But unlike the guards from before these men were members of Deloco’s 5th Fleet. A large group of men wearing green armor and carrying an assortment of swords, spears and lance rifles poured into the arena. One of them, obviously their commander, took stock of the situation and began issuing orders. “Team One, see to those intruders!” He barked. “Team Two, begin the salvage operation!” The first team dispersed farther, splitting up to attack the four combatants directly. The second moved a bit slower, flanking the damaged Gladiator with unknown intentions. One of the men attempted to mount the machine and began peered into its inner-workings through a gap in its armor. Suddenly the Gladiator’s arm shot up and grabbed the soldier by the head. He struggled frantically under the unexpected assault but soon fell still. The sickening sound of iron bending and bones shattering followed. Without a shred of remorse the machine tossed the soldier’s corpse aside like a piece of garbage. It crashed into the stands very close to Alba. A lance rifle was still clutched in the soldier’s armored fist. “Blast it! That contraption can’t tell friend from foe!” The commander, whose helmet bore a distinctive crest upon its brow, cried out in exasperation. “Keep your distance men! Hold out until the Admiral regains control!” The soldiers saluted and did their best to carry out their orders. One group would attack the four combatants directly while the other group would do the same to anyone who approached the Gladiator. The Gladiator itself was severely damaged but still operational. It was now on a mindless rampage, killing indiscriminately. Thus begins Stage Three of the Boss Battle. As before the soldiers are NPCs you may control as you wish but I will retain control of the Gladiator. Be creative with your tactics and use teamwork to destroy Deloco's invention once and for all. Edited by Jet Blackbeard, May 14 2011, 06:57 PM.
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| The Karlminion | May 15 2011, 09:12 PM Post #45 |
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Through the sparking fog of the spell his grandfather had cast, Illyrian couldn't immediately see what was going on. There was a lot of shouting, some clanging and general cacophany; when the yellow fog cleared the Black Mage found himself surrounded by men in green armor, and the machine was itself surrounded as well in similar fashion. These fellows seemed slightly more competent than the arena guards from before, but not too much. He could tell that Tyrian's magic had taken effect on the first wave of men, but the machine was harder for him to read. Could machines be affected that way at all? Surely if anyone could manage such, it was the eldest Telcondera; he made Illyrian look like a fumbling acolyte when it came to magic and sorcery, let alone the rest of the family. "The guards are weakened, drive them off!" he shouted at the others, raising his Blue Moonstone. "Leave the machine, it'll destroy itself soon enough in the state it's in!" That and if those green-armored men were the closest targets it would occupy itself with them, instead of the four resistors. Hopefully, anyway. A group of guards were gathering around the mage, weapons at the ready, apparently ignorant of what the shimmering blue star in his hand signified. "Lord Telcondera, in response to your actions this day you are sentenced to death at our hands," one of them said. "Lay down your arms and surrender, and we'll make it quick; there's no need for further resistance." "That's the second time I've gotten an offer like that," Illyrian replied musingly. "My answer has not changed; I must respectfully refuse your offer and insist on fighting for my life, as well as the lives of those who would have needlessly died today." "So be it," the soldier said grimly. "Shoot him down, men!" The soldiers raised their guns, but the sorcerer did not allow them a chance to fire; with a wave of his fiercely glowing Moonstone and a shout of 'Wevlen!' he conjured three raging tornadoes out of nothing, which swirled tightly about him before exploding outwards, engulfing the soldiers and throwing them high into the air. In their weakened states the landing made short work of all who were caught in the spell. Illyrian, naturally, was unfazed. "Who's next?!" he shouted, brandishing his dagger and advancing on the next cluster of soldiers. Not the ones guarding the Gladiator, of course; he wouldn't go against his own advice, after all. |
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| Daiohma | May 16 2011, 06:08 PM Post #46 |
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The Ice Fang
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Daiohma watched as the guards came running in to try and take control of the whole situation. They where all members of Deloco’s 5th Fleet. They split into two teams as some of them tried to get the Mechanical Gladiator back under their control. From the teams attacks the machine had become somewhat crazy with an auto-pilot that was even attacking the guards. As the guards surrounded the group it became obvious that they would have to defeat these guards and try to get close to the machine and deactivate it once and for all. Daiohma knew that now was the time that his years of Valuan Armada training would come in very handy. He watched as Illyrian was the first to go of and attack a group of guards with blue magic. Daiohma could only tell this from the noise and chill of wind from behind him. As a group of the guards slow surrounded Daiohma he retracted his gauntlet's claws and stood to attention, it was clear that the guard who seemed to be in charge of this small group wanted a word with him. The Guard slowly walked a little towards Daiohma, '' You, your Captain Daioh of the 2nd Research fleet.'' The man paced around him with his hands behind his back. ''You know your in a lot of trouble, helping Low life scum from lower Valua. ''He started to point his fingers out and use them to count on. ''Helping two Valuan's who think the law here does not apply to them.'' He stood in front of Daiohma as he took out his sword. ''And aiding a Pirate! Now that is low.'' Daiohma could feel the tension in the air only get worse, how dare this man talk to him like this. Lower of not, the people of Lower Valua are still people. Illyrian and Alba were only helping, how could that be wrong. It was the guards who started the mindless attacks on the people. Then there was Bear, OK they had him here. Bear was a Pirate after all, but having this battle caused Daiohma to now believe that maybe not all Pirates are so bad. The guard tossed his sword at Daiohma in a somewhat friendly manner. ''Turn this blade on them and I can personally have this mess put behind you.'' Daiohma caught the sword in his hand, a smirk appeared across his face. ''You maybe higher than me in rank, but you will never be higher than these people. We protected Valuan people from YOU! The armada who should be the ones defending them.'' and with that he tossed the sword back at the guard. The sword sliced the guards leg. He fell to his knees as Daiohma rushed over to him. As He thrusted his gauntlet at the guard his claws extended and pierced the man's armor. Blood spat from his mouth.''You will pay for turning on the Armada.'' ''And you will pay for turning on the people of lower Valua.'' With that He pulled out his claws as the Guard fell to the ground. As he looked up the group of guards had all ready equipped their swords and started moving in for the attack. Daiohma had reached the limit of what he would except from the Armada. These people needed to be stopped, and that machine destroyed! He raised his gauntlet and prepared himself for the oncoming carnage that was about to take place. |
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| Raiu | May 20 2011, 12:15 AM Post #47 |
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So much stuff was happening continueously that confused was now a state of being for Alba. It seemed that the machine had gone beserk and was now reeking even more merry hell on the combattants in the arena... She looked in the direction of a clang-squish sound and saw it was a guard from De Loco's fleet, a rather experienced one given the fact that he was carrying a lance-rifle. She knew how to fire one and was a passable marksman... When shooting skeet that is. The lance-rifle was undoubtledly quite a bit heavier than the rifle she used but it would do. She set herself on prying the solider's fingers open and had just lifted the lance-rifle out of his hand, when she felt and saw a blade set itself on her sholder. "A noble betraying our mighty Empire. Pitiful." Alba's head turned around and she could see that it was one of De Loco's soliders. Crap. And so, Alba turned to one of the few things she knew how to do well, lie and act like a snoby noble. "I did not betray the empire. I was forced into here by the mobs outside and immedately set upon by that Moon-be-damned machine! Do you even know who I am? I am related to Admiral Alfonso! If you harm me he will hear of..." Crap. That didn't work... Aparently he had heard that story before, if the red tint to his blade was any indication. "This!" Quickly thinking on her part, she sent a small Electri spell down the length of the man's sword, making him spasim and letting her start running like a mad woman as the rest of the guards behind her fired their rifles at her and chased after her. Right now, the machine was the least of her concerns, the soliders took that spot, for now atleast. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | May 20 2011, 09:43 PM Post #48 |
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Bear raised himself up onto his hands and knees and shook his head. He'd received a nasty bump during the fall but his helmet had absorbed much of the impact. Still, the Viking's bell had been rung and he was in the midst of shaking out the cobwebs. "Stay down you pirate scum!" An angry voice cried from close by. The words were punctuated by a heavy kick to Bear's ribs. The big Glacian rolled onto his side and stared up into the face of a Valuan soldier. He gasped in pain and did not attempt to rise again. "That's right. Know your place!" The soldier mocked Bear as his jack-booted foot rose to deliver a sadistic stomp to the Viking's head. But as his foot came down Bear's arms rose, catching the soldier about his ankle. "Hey! What are you....let go!" He protested as the mighty Viking rose into a sitting position. Bear came up to his knees, bringing the soldier's foot up with him and causing the man to hop awkwardly about on one leg. "Stop that! Release me at once you barbarian!" The soldier cried, his hand reaching towards the sword at his waist. "I think I'll be putting YOU on YOUR place instead boy!" Bear roared as he lashed out with his other hand, sweeping the soldier's remaining leg out from under him. He crashed onto his back amid a clatter of armor while Bear rose to his feet, his strong hands still holding onto the unfortunate soldier's ankles. Then, with a twist of his waist Bear rolled the soldier onto his stomach and sat down atop his back, wrenching the man's body into a painful position. With his face in the dirt and his lower body being folded in half the soldier soon passed out from the extreme pain. Only when his struggles had ceased did Bear release the submission hold. "Okay, NOW you can go. Punk." The Viking snorted disdainfully. ~ Glancing around Bear saw that his comrades had the soldiers pretty well tied-up at the moment. They had the advantage of numbers but it appeared from their labored movements and lackluster attacks that someone, Illyrian perhaps, had taken some of the wind from their sails with a Drilnos spell. Bear decided to tip the odds even further in their favor. The strengthening spell Illyrian had cast on all of them earlier had worn off already. Now it was his turn: Begin SP Move - Berserker Rage Bear extended his fist outward, raising it as if to show someone the contents of his hand. As his fingers uncurled a small crimson flame appeared in his palm. Within its lurid glow danced the fierce fighting spirit and unbridled fury of a warrior in the throes of battle. Bear withdrew his hand, leaving the flame to float in the air before him. Then, in a powerful gesture, the Viking slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, catching the flame between them. A crimson glow began to spread across his body, finally setting his eyes alight with a red rage. Bear raised his arm over his head and bellowed a mighty battle cry. (Attack and Quick statistics have been increased for all characters.) End SP Move Now empowered by something akin to a massive surge of adrenaline Bear was able to move faster and hit harder than before. His allies would also benefit from this effect. Those three were dealing with the guards so the Viking decided to turn his attention to the Gladiator. At the moment the machine seemed content to roll slowly about the arena. A swarm of soldiers surrounded it but made no move to approach. Even as he watched one soldier strayed a little to close to the Gladiator. The machine's eyes flashed with sudden life and it struck the unlucky fool with a powerful backhanded slap that sent him tumbling across the ground. One of his comrades moved to check on him while the others wisely backed away. "Hmm. So it'll attack anyone who gets too close to it eh?" Bear mused. He glanced from the soldiers, to the Gladiator and then back again. A broad smile began to spread across his hairy jowls as a plan formed in the back of his mind. |
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| The Karlminion | May 23 2011, 01:51 AM Post #49 |
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180-proof Redneck
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Illyrian was still advancing on the guards, idly twirling his dagger. "No one wants to die first?" he asked casually, green eyes alight with some unrecognizable form of joy; for all his talk of defending himself and others, there was a sadistic part of the Black Mage that just liked killing people, especially fools who thought they could kill him first. As he walked forward he circled to the side somewhat, the better to keep an eye on the rest of the proceedings (and the berserk machine); unwittingly the guards matched his stalking, trying to keep him right before them. He saw the captain dealing with another bunch of guardsmen, who were apparently trying the 'surrender or die' approach as well; up in the stands he noted Alba was in trouble again, being chased by more green-armored soldiers; finally there was Bear, in temporary trouble but far too tough for some random soldier to take down. The sorcerer winced involuntarily; the Viking was certainly ruthless, though his reluctance to truly spill blood was a point against him in Illyrian's estimation. Unfortunately, one of the soldiers took his temporary distraction as an opportunity to rush in, sword at the ready for a disemboweling slash; unfortunate for the soldier, rather, as he had misread Illyrian's body language and shouldn't have been so eager to finish him off. The slash was neatly parried and redirected elsewhere by the sorcerer's purple dagger, and that dagger swiftly found its way through the narrow eye slits of the cumbersome helmet. It was easily long enough to pierce through to the man's brain, and he jiggled it slightly for good measure before pulling it out and letting the man fall to the ground, where he could die in jittery silence. "Anyone else think they know me?" he asked, flicking the blood and brain bits off his blade with a casual flick of his wrist. It was then that Bear made his move, doing something with fire that bolstered everyone's attack speed and power; Illyrian felt the effect quickly, and grinned. "Time's up, now you die," he declared, raising his dagger and rushing in. The soldiers could not react fast enough, and he was amongst them in seconds. Instead of going to work with his knife, though, he was in and then out before they could blink. "Too slow!" he jeered as he slid out of their range again. "Now, listen carefully. If any of you move, you all die a fiery death. Understood?" Unnoticed by them he had left a small red point hovering behind him, swiftly growing larger and brighter, and also hotter. If they had not been affected by Drilnos they probably would have seen it, but they did not, and this would prove their demise. One man was not intimidated by the sorcerer's tricks, and he sneered in turn. "C'mon, he's only one man!" he cried valiantly, raising his blade and stepping forward. At the exact moment he foot touched the ground the red ball of fire was sucked downward into the sand; instantly it split open, huge walls of flame erupting upward, and they were all swallowed beneath the sands. If they somehow survived the flames, they were nonetheless crushed when the ground closed again over their heads. Classic Pyres. "This is getting droll," he muttered, glancing at the others again. Watching the machine some more he got an idea, and pulled out his Blue Moonstone to prepare another spell; in his other hand he still held his dagger, and kept a careful eye around him in case any would-be Valuan heroes thought they could sneak up on him. |
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| Daiohma | May 23 2011, 02:14 PM Post #50 |
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The Ice Fang
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Six guards Daiohma counted, all with blades at the ready as they circled around him. If only they had been normal guards and not members of Deloco’s 5th Fleet then Daiohma would of had no problem taking them on. Without warning the guard right in front of him lashed out with his sword as he jumped forwards at the captain. Quickly he retracted his claws and used his gauntlet like a shield. The sword clashed with the gauntlet and caused sparks to fly. Stunned for only a second the guard stumbled as Daiohma kicked the sword from his hand. As the sword flew in the air he grabbed the guard by his wrist and spun him around causing the others to back away just a little. He let go of the man as he flew across the ground and landed just behind Daiohma. The guard slow got up as he wiped the blood from his face. ''Is that all you have, ha.'' The five other guards laughed as if the captain was no threat to them at all. What they did not count on was Daiohma's tactical mind being one step ahead, he smiled as the man stood to his feet. ''A gift, from you to me and back to you.'' As Daiohma's words touched the man's ears he quickly understood what the captain was on about. Something from him to Daiohma and back again? It could only be his own sword. The Guard looked up just in time to see his sword that Daiohma had kicked into the air before throwing him. The sword was falling as a great speed, spinning as it fell. Just as the sword fell in front of Daiohma he let out a kick that sent the sword flying past the other guards towards the man who was about to be relived of his duties. The sword struck, the blade was impaled right between his eyes. As he fell backwards the other five guards quickly positioned themselves around Daiohma. ''Hey, we need more men over her fast!'' One of the guards called out, and with that another four joined them. One at a time would seem to be no problem now, but it was obvious that they would now attack all together after that display of attack. As they closed in Daiohma caught sight of a red flash across the coliseum. All of a sudden he felt empowered, faster and stronger than before. It must of been the work of one of his team members, that's right! He thought. I'm part of a team now, we must not get separated and fight together! ''Behold!'' Daiohma shouted at the men as he raised his gauntlet arm into the air, the purple moonstone shining bright. ''I am Captain Daioh of the 2nd research fleet.'' The claws of his gauntlet extended, covered in ice. He thrusted his arm down as the impact of the claws on the ground caused the floor around them to become covered in ice. ''You will now feel the might of the Valuan Claw!'' For a moment Daiohma seemed as if he was possessed. He slashed out and moved around the guards with great speed, using the ice like an ice rink. He came up behind the first man and dung his claws into his back, tossing him at the others to slow them down. He leaped into the air only to come back down on another guard's head with his claws. The helmet shattered along with the man's skull. After the fourth man fell to Daiohma the others slowly backed away. This gave him time to see if he could spot the others. He saw that Illyrian was doing fine, so was Bear for that matter. Alba he could not see yet, their was too many guards around. Just then in the distance he saw the mechanical monster, it was on a rampage it would seem. Just then he felt that someone was behind him, without hesitation he spun around and let out a kick. His foot met with the guards head, sending him flying at the colosseum wall. As the man was about to make contact with the wall, Daiohma pointed his hand and called out. ''Crystales'' The guard was impaled on the wall. Now with only a few guards around him he took this opportunity to join up with the others. Bear was the closest to him so he made a dash for him. '' We need to organize a plan of attack, and take down that monster'' He muttered to himself as he ran across the coliseum, slashing at any guard in his way. |
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