| Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog; [Black Hood] [Itsuki Kondo; Ask First] | |
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| Czernobog | Oct 18 2013, 08:03 PM Post #11 |
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Chirp. "Stay strong!" the electronic voice commanded through the speaker pinned to the man who had been hit with the cleave and subsequently the arrow. He dropped his gun, and pulled a reusable lighter from his pocket, and pulled a bottle from his bandolier -- one of the bottles was cracked from the attack, so he held the one in his hands far from his body -- shook it, and lit the rag in the mouth. It caught quickly and easily, and he flung it toward Yuki. The bottle spun end over end in a long, low arc, cracking on the concrete and flaring. The throw itself missed, but would hopefully dissuade the archer from further involvement. Chirp. "Kodomo, Sakura, Shinbun!" the voice blared. "Samaritan is a non-target!" The man with the double-barreled shotgun stepped back, putting a newspaper machine between himself and Yuki. He opened his gun and pulled the spent shells out, sticking them in one pocket and produced two more, fumbling to load the unwieldy hunting weapon. The man with the baton drew back and whipped the metal bludgeon down at the persona user. Once, twice, three times. His hood flopped back from his forehead and his eyes narrowed, as if he were snarling behind his bandana. |
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| Natscookie | Oct 19 2013, 04:29 PM Post #12 |
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Yuki missed his target completely, unfortunately. The momentum caused him to be unable to stop in his tracks, crashing against the newspaper machine. His body was flipped over it on impact, and he landed just in front of the guy he was aiming to hit. He saw the bottle being thrown his way, and fear struck his heart; however, the adrenaline coursing through his veins far outweighed it. As the man in front of him tried to load his shotgun, Yuki threw his skateboard at his face in what was a point blank range, out of pure reflex. Should it hit, he'd get up to his knees and tackle the man, so to try and pry the gun off his hands. |
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| Icarael | Nov 2 2013, 10:15 AM Post #13 |
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Itsuki heard the sound of shattering glass, followed by the whoosh of fire. Even from afar, the warmth seeped through his clothes. Fear kicked in, brushing away the pain. He sat up with a start, every nerve ablaze with a sensation like a thousand needles. He was just in time to see one of the cloaked men standing over him, arm upraised. Oh shit. Time slowed to a crawl, slow enough for him to glimpse the baton, cold and sleek as it swung down. Cold like the shard of ice at his awakening, the one that shattered to dust. Ice. A memory came to him: the school rooftop bathed in noon sun, a blond-haired delinquent reached out and taking a piece of bacon on the grill. And then, he knew what to do. Itsuki crossed his arms and raised them over his head. He channeled a Bufu spell through them, then another, skin growing numb and rigid as ice coated them. The blows jarred against them, once, twice, thrice. With each blow, the heat in his blood waxed, till his skin tingled with warmth. And then Itsuki roared, pushing himself upright and swinging his frozen arms outward. Edited by Icarael, Nov 2 2013, 10:55 AM.
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| Czernobog | Nov 2 2013, 11:07 AM Post #14 |
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The skateboard hit edge-on, raising an angry-looking welt across his face just beneath the eyes and letting out a trickle of blood from his nose. He yelped, and seemed staggered. The man with the shotgun wrestled with Yuki -- he wasn't terribly large, but he had the advantage of age and strength -- he lay mostly on his back, and attempted to yank the gun away, trying to push Yuki away with his right leg. His fingers weren't in the trigger guard: apparently he was trying to avoid potentially shooting the boy. The baton-wielding man jumped back as Itsuki got up, adopting a defensive posture: left arm forward to hold him back, right arm pulled away, prepared to swing. The man with the bandolier produced another bottle, and shook it. He raised his lighter and set fire to the rag, but did not throw it yet. |
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| Natscookie | Nov 3 2013, 06:43 PM Post #15 |
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Yuki straddled the hooded man so to pin him down on the ground, to give himself some advantage. He fiercely attempted to yank the gun away from his hands, and in his adrenaline rush, he entirely failed to notice that he wasn't in much danger of being shot accidentally. What he noticed, however, was the magic occurring next to them. He got somewhat distracted, his eyes widening at the sight. Forming ice without getting injured? ...Forming ice? He didn't seem to connect such a thing with the figure from earlier, everything was going way too fast for him. Due to his surprise, his grip on the gun loosened and his struggle weakened, thus he would most likely be knocked off with ease. |
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| Icarael | Nov 7 2013, 10:59 AM Post #16 |
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Itsuki crouched low, presenting his frozen arms to the enemy. The adrenalin rush burned in his veins, dulling the pain of the rock salt to a distant throbbing. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the shotgun wielder struggling with someone. Had he come here just now? Either way, first he had to settle with the thug with the baton. Slowly, Itsuki advanced on him, intending to block and counter-attack his way to victory. |
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| Czernobog | Nov 8 2013, 04:55 PM Post #17 |
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The man wrestling with Yuki tugged the gun away and then tried to slam the butt of the gun into the boy's stomach before attempting to slide from beneath him. It would most likely knock the wind out of the boy, but probably wouldn't leave any permanent injuries. The baton-wielding man stepped back into a defensive posture, retreating so that the man with the bandolier could throw the molotov cocktail at Itsuki. The bottle didn't arc through the air, flying in a hard, fast trajectory at him. If it hit and shattered, it would splash gasoline on him and most likely ignite, due to the flaming rag stuck in its mouth. |
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| Natscookie | Nov 12 2013, 12:10 PM Post #18 |
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Ultimately, the shotgun escaped Yuki's grasp, after much struggle. Due to the force he was applying, his body actually moved upwards a bit as the gun got away, leaving him quite open for said attack. Yuki gasped out in pain with the blow, hunching over ever so slightly, and suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Somewhat disoriented, he placed one hand on the ground next to the man under him for support, and another over his gut protectively, leaving himself very vulnerable to being pushed off, or further abused. |
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| Icarael | Nov 17 2013, 12:39 PM Post #19 |
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Itsuki saw the barest stirring of motion from behind the baton-wielder, and instinctively leapt to his right. Something fiery whizzed past his eye and exploded. He barreled towards the two thugs, not bothering to look behind him. "Come here, you--!" And with a sudden burst of speed, he threw himself arms-first at the baton-wielding man. |
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| Czernobog | Nov 17 2013, 01:16 PM Post #20 |
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The man with the shotgun ignored Yuki after escaping -- apparently uninterested in pressing the attack beyond what he had already done. He struggled to complete loading his weapon, and finally managed to get another shell in. The man with the baton tried to defend, but Ikutski's momentum knocked him back and he stumbled, falling to one knee. In the distance, the sound of sirens was audible. Apparently Yuki's earlier call in to the police had prompted a quick response. The three men with black hoods paused. There was a chirp. The same distorted voice came through the radio pinned on the molotov-throwing man's chest: "Retreat. Shinbun, rear-guard. Scatter after." The man with the shotgun moved down the alleyway, pausing by a trash can, apparently to wait on his comrades. The man with the molotovs and radio tried to help the baton-wielding man up, presumably to head down the alleyway ahead of the man with the shotgun. |
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