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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 16, 2007 21:59:09 GMT -4
::The warrior stands in the center of the grasslands, watching for the arrival of his enemy from the south. It was two days ago that the messenger told him the letter had been recieved. Thanks to his ability to meld, he arrived just a moment after he had left his home an hour ago. He had left his cloak behind, his glistening blue armor reflecting the bent and tinted light around him on the ground. Both of his swords, Pathos, the katana, and Kilek, the scimitar, rested in their respective sheathes, and his tertiary weapons as well; dagger on his hip, enchanted throwing knife in his boot. He closes his eyes, sensing the world around him. His fuschia skin is only visable on his head, and with neither hood nor helm there, his solid white hair rustles in the wind behind him. His eyes open slowly as he kneels, smiling, and running his hands over the earth. "Today is a wonderful day for a fight. I do hope the other warrior accepts my challenge. . ." ::
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Post by Roman on Jan 17, 2007 0:21:37 GMT -4
*In the distance, a figure approaches. As he closes near, it is discernable as a man in flowing white robes trimed in scarlet, with a walking stick and sterotypical Japanese nomad "basket" reed hat. On his back is strapped a long sword, longer than most people would find, and about his neck, a string of unique looking beads. Finally, closing to about 100 feet away from the other figure, he tosses the stick aside, to which it merges with the earth, changing from wood, to various flowers and plants as it does so.*
I expect you are the man the message I received spoke of? If you'll give me one moment, I shall be ready
*Dropping to one knee, the robed man pulls a long metal flute from an inside pocket of his robes. Closing his eyes, he plays a short tune on the flute, and when he finishes, he makes a hand sign to his chest, then places said hand on the body of the flute. Striking it across the instrument's body, as one may strike a match against the box to light it, he draws a line of divine energy out from the end of the flute, the beam being the length of an average sword. Standing, he tosses his hat to the wind, and readies the light-bladed flute in front of him*
Ready when you are ma' cherie
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 17, 2007 23:00:53 GMT -4
:: He smirks, and releases a light chuckles as he eyes his opponent. "Your staff. . .it would appear you are one with this world. I too can be as one with my surroundings. . ." Slowly, as he spoke, he sunk into the earth beneath, but only slightly. "Allow me to demonstrate." His smirk becomes a broad grin as he suddenly raises his left leg up, bringing a good deal of the ground with him. A fissure spreads from beneath his feet, extending towards Amateru and sucking into it much grass and soil. Before it reaches the other man, the rift in the ground halts its expanses, and seals itself. Behind the cloud of dust, Kion now stood clearly atop the ground with Pathos in his right hand, and Kilek in his left. The katana shines with energy much the same color as his armor, and frost grows and vanishes over the surface of the weapon. "Aye, my friend, I am ready!" ::
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Post by Roman on Jan 17, 2007 23:07:37 GMT -4
*Gazing up at the warrior, he smirks as well*
I'm afraid I must drop this regal way of talk, and admit, that was pretty cool there. Let's see what other neat tricks we can do
*With that, he kicks off with his trailing leg, and leaps forward, thrusting the blade of the flute ahead of him as he darts into melee range*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 18, 2007 14:18:18 GMT -4
SeraphWarrior: GUEST (on at school no log in. . .) --------- [edit]well. . .i did log in. . .school is gay with this stuff ----------------------------------------------------------------- ::Kion stands still for a moment, until the blade is an inch from his chest before fusing with the air around him, fading out of sight. He laughs, his voice echoing through the winds. \\\"You\\\'ll need to do better than that, human!\\\" He reforms 10 feet on the backside of Amateru a second later, crouched, and extends his hand, hurling the knife from his boot at the other man. ::
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Post by Roman on Jan 18, 2007 20:49:56 GMT -4
*Blinking at the sudden disappearance of his opponent, he flings himself around and tries to dodge the dagger that was hurled at his various body parts, but unfortunately fails. He sighs as the dagger connects and rolls with the throw, reducing it's impact and quickly catching it and flicking it aside.*
Note to self, be careful
*Resuming his stance, holding his flute infront of him, he draws his other sword with his right, and slowly rotating them around one another, moves in a slow pattern around Kion, trying to either find a spot to attack, or come up with the next plan of action*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 18, 2007 23:28:46 GMT -4
:: The blade reappears in his hand, and he sheathes it quickly. His right handed sword, which had appeared in it's sheath after he had melded, again he drew. The frosting, shimmering blade danced in his hand as he pivoted about himself, watching his foe. Suddenly, Kion stopped moving, and all in a flash, the sword became much brighter, and the air around them much cooler. In a circle around them spreading from the purple man's feet, the ground seemingly sprouted snow and ice as the water within the grass escaped it's captivity and froce to the earth. The Air in a sphere directly about Kion crew thick and almost solid as it slowed to a stand still, chilled to motionless by the power of Pathos. There he stood, spreading the chill of his katana. He sent a message through his mind into the other as he focused on his will. 'I hope you like the cold, my friend. I absolutely love it!' ::
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Post by Roman on Jan 19, 2007 0:23:09 GMT -4
*Watching as the cold flowed from the sword to the surrounding area, Amateru shivered slightly as the chill crept over the ground. Realizing that his robes won't keep him long for any amount of time, he turns his grip on the flute, holding it like someone would a pencil, and placing the point so that it lines up with Kion's sword, though they are standing apart, he draws a line from the blade up Kion's arm. When he moves the flute, a thin trail of ink is left hovering where the point traced a path through the air, as a line of freezing air and ice moves from the blade, following the same path the flute-brush was drying. As the flute draws the line up Kion's arm, the ice follows, touching any spot where the armor is jointed or possibly thin, trying to chill the warrior and stop the sudden cold-snap*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 19, 2007 11:26:56 GMT -4
::He focuses on maintaining his energy as long as he can, spreading the chill out to about a 20 foot radius before succumbing to the numbing of his right arm. As he drops the sword, the super-chilled air raises temperature, but remains below freezing. The ice melts a bit from the sudden raise, and then begins to refreeze, making a solid, slick surface beneath the both of them. Kion roars as he pulls his arm up to his chest, glaring with solid white eyes towards Amateru. He grasps at his less than impressive telapathic abilities, gipping on to his foe an attempting to throw him backwards with his mind.::
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Post by Roman on Jan 19, 2007 16:01:53 GMT -4
*Taking a minor victory from dirstracting his opponent's concentration, Amateru shudders from the cold, knowing he won't last long in the frozen area that was created from the sword. Feeling the pull of Kion's telepathy, he starts to slide back on the slick ground. Thinking quickly, he lets himself be tossed away, hopping up into the air a bit to get extra distance, flinging his body out of the chilled area. In mid-air, he takes his flute, and using it again as a brush, draws a line from the ground to his feet. At this, 3 vines spring from the earth below him and grasp his legs, pulling him back to the ground and providing some resistance to the telkeneisis.*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 19, 2007 23:23:27 GMT -4
:: Kion shouts the distance to Amateru, stopping his push on the man. He smiles, panting a bit from the exertion. "I see you do have some skill then. Well, time to prove I do as well." He shakes his right arm, trying to speed up its recovery. He quickly retrieves the fallen blade, hurling it towards the vines. As it spins through the air, the weapon freezes the particals immediately around it, forming a sort of saw out of ice. As for Kion, he falls to all fours, instantly dissolving into the soil beneath the ice, at which point the ground begins to shake slightly.::
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Post by Roman on Jan 19, 2007 23:30:35 GMT -4
*Taking both his weapons, Amateru parries the ice saw off to the side, where it lands, one end stuck into the ground a tad. Seeing Kion melt into the ground, he has the vines releinquish their grip on his legs, and hops into the air. In mid-air yet again, he uses the brush to draw a spiraling line around him, causing the air to swirl around his body, and create a parachute effect with his robes, letting him hover about 8 feet off the ground. He keeps a close eye on his surroundings, waiting for Kion to re-emerge*
Come on! Let's see what else you're capable of!
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 20, 2007 0:41:51 GMT -4
:: The ground begins to rumble more violently as he takes control of it. Two monstrous, jagged spires strike out from the earth, ramming against each other a ways away from Amateru, above the missing blade, forming a rough arch. More like them begin to follow, rapidly creating a cavernous construction in the middle of the plains, capped off on the back end. Then, as sudden as it was coming, the rumbling stopped. In the cover and darkness of the cave, Kion reformed, grasping Pathos with both hands, forcing all his will into it. Outside the cave, gusts of superchilled wind would be seen screaming out of the maw, and the earth itself began to freeze. The ice and snow began to spread far quicker than last time, easily having doubled in size within a matter of seconds.::
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 20, 2007 0:45:56 GMT -4
/--------SCORE AS TO DATE-----------------------\ |--------------------------------------------------------| |_ _KION has score 1 HIT(s) out of 5 HITs _ _ _| |_ _AMATERU has score 1 HIT(s) out of 5 HITs _| |--------------------------------------------------------| \----------END SCORE-------------------------------/
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Post by Roman on Jan 21, 2007 1:22:46 GMT -4
*Amazed at how much power Kion could summon from his blade, Amateru quickly sheathes his bastard sword, and pulls a brush from his robes. Drawing a line from the ground beside, yet slightly behind the cave, a vine spring from the earth and meets his hand. Like a bungee cord, this length of vegetation pulls him to the point where it sprouted from, getting him out of the blast of sub-zero air, though still numbing him in the process. Reaching the spot, he collapses too his knees, quaking and teeth sounding like they'd crush each other into paste from the cold*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 21, 2007 23:25:55 GMT -4
:: His eyes snap open, and the winds cease. He himself shivers slightly, reveling in the cold. He looks around at the ice structures now formed within the dim of his cave before walking into it, rising out from the tip of it to survey his work. He spots Amateru at the back of his creation. "What are you doing, friend? You're supposed to be fighting me, not running from me!" He shifts his blade into his left hand, kneeling down. "You can't expect to beat me if you never hit me!" Kion laughs. "Besides, this is no fun. I expected a fight. . ." The warrior atop the cavern jumps spinning into the air, knife in his right hand. At the peak of his jump, he releases the knife towards Amateru's stomach, then resolves to fall towards the ground behind his construct, switching his weapon hand again, and then redrawing Kilek as he plummets. ::
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