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Post by Roman on Jan 22, 2007 13:14:06 GMT -4
*Seeing the knife fly at his chilled form, he buys himself some time, literally. Flicking the brush in the air, he etches out two horizontal lines, and as soon as the second line was finished, time slowed down around him. The second that the knife was flying at him, was stretched out into four, nothing greatly impressive, but enough time to allow him to fling his body out of the way of the blade. Glancing up at Kion's plummeting form, he hops back, trying to get out of the way.*
Fine, a fight you want then? I get to use the fun stuff now
*With one final brisk rub of his arms, to try to get the now thawed blood flowing again, he spins around, twisting his frame and throwing his weight forward, starting to spin on the ground on his hands, elbows, and arms. In the brief time between a rotation, he flicks the brush still grasped in his fingers, scrawling out a ball with a line passing through one side. Again, as soon as the ink settled, an oversized cherry bomb, about the size of a beach ball, appears above him, falling into his spin and being kicked towards Kion*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 22, 2007 13:25:44 GMT -4
:: Kion charges the bomb, flashing first his right sword, then the left. Pathos brings about a drop in temperature as it taps the ball, freezing the cherry bomb, and Kilek moves clean through the summoned explosive. Despite his efforts, a slight blast did still manifest, charged by the swords own magic glancing with the explosive. His armor glows as the heat is absorbed into it. He grimaces a bit, but is for the most part unharmed. He is, however, temporarily blinded by the flash of light, and taken aback that his maneuver had not gone as planned. . .::
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Post by Roman on Jan 22, 2007 13:32:23 GMT -4
*continuing his spin, albeit a tad more sporadic, Amateru draws two more bombs and kicks them at Kion. The final kick causes him to lose his balance though, and tumble off to the side. Standing a tad woozily, he tries to right himself and bring a weapon into posistion. He unfortunately is too dizzy though, so just stumbles around a bit.*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 22, 2007 14:24:51 GMT -4
:: In a moment of combined panic and opportunity, Kion becomes one with the smoke surrounding him from the first explosion, and entraps the other two within himself, pulling even more smoke form them as they explode. He forms himself into a large biped cloud of black and grey. As he stands there, a behemoth of dark vapors, the form grins, opening a mouth-like hole on the top of his frome. His voice sounds like the roaring winds as he speaks from within his new self. "Well then, he will fight, if he has to. . ." A multitude of small rocks rise into the air around all of them, and glowing white pinpoints form where Kion's eyes should be. The variously sized and shaped rocks hover in the air for a moment, then seem to hurl themselves at Amateru.::
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Post by Roman on Jan 22, 2007 14:37:57 GMT -4
*Watching as Kion became a titan compared to Amateru's small form, he responded the only way he could*
Frigging #$^@%362527$@#^!#$^@_#$^$%*#%
*Dismissing the holy blade from his flute, he pockets the instrument, though keeping the brush in hand. With is free hand, he reaches to the strand of prayer beads around his neck. Pulling them, they break from the loop of a circles, but form together by glowing holy bonds. the beads enlarge slightly, and the strand of energy they are connected too plays out as Amateru flicks his hand down, transforming the simple necklace into a whip. Flicking his wrist and arm around, he starts lashing with the whip, twirling it around his form in a tight pattern to protect himself from the rocks. He manages to "parry" the first few, knocking them aside or blowing them apart, but afterwards the pattern of the whip gets thrown off slightly, opening up the defense for the neck stone, which collides with his left shoulder.*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 22, 2007 14:47:02 GMT -4
::He growls with satisfaction as Amateru gets knocked out of his pattern, and swoops forwards, loosening his form enough to allow himself to engulf his foe within the choking smog.::
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 22, 2007 14:47:43 GMT -4
/--------SCORE AS TO DATE-----------------------\ |--------------------------------------------------------| |_ _KION has score 2 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 24, 2007 23:15:00 GMT -4
*Smothered in the living smoke that had engulfed him, Amateru struggles to breathe through hacking coughs. Dropping onto his back, he tries to find some space between the ground and Kion's gaseous form to struggle through a breath of air*
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Post by SeraphWarrior on Jan 29, 2007 21:44:04 GMT -4
:: The smoke begins to float off with the wind, and Kion reforms as his old self about 5 feet from Amateru's head, Kilek held steady with his right hand, his left hand empty. His sword pointed directly at the fallen warrior, he laughs. "You can do better than that! I've seen you with your pretty little brush and flute, you could have blown me away! Why do you hold back? I won't relent anymore; if you hold back, you will lose this fight!" He roars, taking a hop-skip motion forward and swinging his enchanted blade directly at Amateru's face. ::
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