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 Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:34 am
“And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Belsith was at a loss. The fight that had come to be before his eyes happened in almost a heartbeat. Was it the attitude given off by what Bel thought was the customer? No. It was everything else. "Well that neurodrive does things to people I suppose. Alright! Loser has to take the neurodrive for me to see! Or if you start to lose you know, go ahead and take it then." Bel was a little nervous, after all it could do so many things not all of which positive.
The beautiful weapon that danced for the two of them had shifted back into a weapon, a sign for an attack that was about to begin while the other man seemed in a trance, a bit thrown back by the notion of fighting. "I mean we are sort of the bullies here from what I can see Chsee." Finishing his cup of sake he went to fill his own, only to put the jug back down without a single drop ever leaving the container. Belsith didn't want to get intoxicated because in case of a fight he might need to back up. His large hulking beast behind him bared his fangs with a snarl, however the eyes of it were closed and his hands stung under his chin as a pillow. It lay curled under the tree still with disinterest only acknowledging the fight as a fact and not wanting to intervene.
The bird on top of the tree however started to circle above them like a vulture. Getting a better view of what was to come. Of course she would not attack either but a fight is always interesting to watch. "Alright guys make this one snappy as to not make my cute pigeon wait." Vulgate purred from within the sky, a large gust of wind causing the leaves to stir back up into the air, music notes playing like a hand slamming against a piano.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days."
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:52 pm
“Good choice, I would have been bored all day long if you had backed down.” Blake said with a large mischievous smile that could strike fear into a cheshire cat. His opponent clearly had his head on straight and was cautious, indicating good combat sense judging from his affect. It was then that the dealer made an interesting proposition, the loser was to take the drug that had been given to each of them. Blake nodded his approval of the idea to the man while the music in the air changed from relaxing to tense, as though everything were made of glass and the two about to fight verged on shattering it.
Blake watched the way in which Melchsee handled Haru, a well formed Iaijutsu stance, evidence of great combat prowess. It was clear that Blake was being allowed the first strike, typically a death sentence for those facing a sword style such as this. Blake however still had a few tricks up his sleeve, the first being that his weapon and fighting form had yet to be discernible. He inhaled deeply before making his move. A gentle step with his right foot back turned into a stance as he exhaled the name of his weapon.
“Reinhardt.” The single word evoking a scarlet ripple in the fabric of reality that burst into the form of a red spear with silver curved blades at the tip and a long spike on the other end of the shaft. As the spear manifested, Blake completed his stance an overhand spear-mans stance used in field combat with the tip pointed at the lower center of the opponent’s body. Currently choosing to keep the distance of five feet between him and the hands of his opponent Blake used his weapon’s basic attack. Rather than moving forward into the blade options of his opponent, the front half of the spear extended with great speed and silently aimed to pierce the foot of the adversary to the earth. His verdant eyes watched patiently, prepared to modify his attack style if need be against such an opponent.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:22 pm
▰ .//Ｍｅｌｃｈｓｅｅ_Ｚｅｌｐｈｙｒｉｒ█ ▌┋The difference between me the others are clear as day. I cannot change who am I to be accepted. I rather be a lone wolf while being true to myself. Because, I'm at my strongest as long as I'm true to myself.• |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖|↳ The white-haired Prex whistled at the magic trick done by his foe. He always wanted to a weapon like that. Not the spear but a weapon with Recalling and Summoning.
Though, Living was better than the two because he had a companion.
So this guy's weapon had Lengthening on it. Melchsee though as he easily avoided the fast incoming stab.
He had to thank his genes for giving him a much sensitive senses than most beings within the world. Although fast, his ears was able to pick the sound made by spear and his eyes could see the movement clearly.
And for how he evaded the attack, it was with a simple twist of his body to the right. However, now that he had grasp bits of information regarding his enemy, Melchsee turned his body again after a half second after evasion, making him regain his stance.
Concentrating his strength onto his feet, the Prex disappeared would likely disappear from the line of view of his enemy with his movement. He had ducked so slow when he bolted towards Blake that he was almost touching the ground.
The Prex fixed his posture has he stood next the Rafilin, ready to slash his enemy.
Shall I assist you?
Permission granted.
With this short exchange between the weapon and user, Melchsee unleashed a diagonal slash from below left to above right.
However, there was more to it.
Due to Haru, the slash quickly turned to a horizontal slash from right to left then chained with a diagonal slice going above left to below right.
This was something only achieved by Melchsee through the help of Haru. As Haru was in-charged of the trajectory of the slash, the Prex was in-charge for the speed and strength.
After executing a three-chained slash, Melcshee had sheathed Haru and quickly took two backsteps as he perceives his foe once more.
|❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • I offer this dance of the sword as my
requiem to the souls of the dead.
To the ones who'll die.
And to people whom I care for. Dancer of the Spring Wind or simply Haru
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 1:08 am
Combat was all about movement and momentum in Blake’s mind. Failed attacks had their place in this world to serve as stepping stones useful for creating the next dodge or attack. Constant movement with purpose was his key strength. With a simple display of dexterity by the opponent his jab to the foot was dodged right before it could hit, sticking the bladed spear tip in the sturdy earth where Melchsee had just stood. Barely audible were his opponent’s next movements as he positioned himself to strike at the Ralifin’s side. The scent of blood filled the air as the first slash cut into the center of his forearm before Blake had fully launched backwards
Blake’s failed strike provided a great angle to extend his spear as he hopped back, throwing himself backwards towards a nearby tree trunk. The scent of blood filled the air as the first slash cut into the center of his forearm before Blake had fully launched backwards. The cut wasn’t deep enough to require much suturing if any later, but it did manifest some excitement in the heart of him.
His feet slammed into the trunk as he shrunk his spear to the length of a short sword before vaulting himself his lofty perch in the tree with greater speed than his retreat. He landed in a position behind his opponent as Melchsee and Haru began making the second two cuts on the point where Blake had once stood. Readapting his spear back to a length of 8 feet. Blake grinned as he entered an underhanded spear-man’s stance he started in and this time thrust three sharp jabs at the back of his opponent, making sure to aim at the softer flesh below the shoulder joint of his sword arm.
“Don’t disappoint me now!” Blake shouted at his opponent while he started stabbing at the Prex’s back. A battle hungry grin and a fire lit in his eyes as he hoped for his opponent to be strong enough to draw out some more of Reinhardt’s unique features.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 7:05 am
▰ .//Ｍｅｌｃｈｓｅｅ_Ｚｅｌｐｈｙｒｉｒ█ ▌┋The difference between me the others are clear as day. I cannot change who am I to be accepted. I rather be a lone wolf while being true to myself. Because, I'm at my strongest as long as I'm true to myself.• |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖|↳ Thrilled. Impressed. Amused. These things were the things that felt by the Prex in the fight he partaken. It had been sometime since he had fought a decent adversary. As most of the people gone for his head were mere pushovers.
However, Blake wasn't classified as such. That he knew fully well.
As the Rafilin had gone behind him and initiated several jabs, Melchsee side stepped. Yet he wasn't able to avoid two of three jabs.
His right shoulder and his forearm were scratched with only bits of blood coming out of it.
Armor Piercing also, huh? But from the looks of it, you're Armor Piercing is more powerful. The Prex commented as he twisted his body several times until he was facing Blake's back.
Yes, yes~ Because if his weapon's Armor Piercing's rank is like mind or higher. You're wounds had been more fatal. The weapon retorted which was a fact. Due to being a Prex, Mel's skin was hard as steel, making most of attacks not so deadly as long as its a normal weapon.
Actually, the hits that landed wound had be fatal if not for this.
100% for the next attack?
No, just 35%. Don't want him to know what we're fully capable of or half of it.
This conversation only happen within a half-second. Quite frightening how Haru and Melchsee were synced. At any rate, the Prex unleashed eight slashes with a frighten speed also.
Unlike the previous attack, this one heavily relied on Haru with her changing the trajectory of the slash within a very small time frame. Normally, any man who held such a weapon would have his arm tore off with such speed but Mel was a special as he was the one who think of this kind of attack.
After execution of attack, Melchsee back-stepped and resumed his stance before charging towards Blake, making two slashes as he pass by the Rafilin. He didn't care if the attack connected as this wasn't the end of his assault.
The Prex turned around and gone again towards his foe doing the same attack.
|❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • I offer this dance of the sword as my
requiem to the souls of the dead.
To the ones who'll die.
And to people whom I care for. Dancer of the Spring Wind or simply Haru
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 10:45 pm
The cantata of the two combatants and the forest became more intricate as combat continued past the first verse closed. The notes that flowed from the foliage and ground now highlighted the excitement and determination of the Prex and Ralifin fighting as weapons carved their song out with passion. Blake was pleased with this particular event as he felt his spear sink into his opponent's flesh twice before he made another attack. The swordsman moved with speed and tried the same attack he used before, just with more speed and nearly three times as many slashes. Reinhardt was slammed into the ground and willed to launch Blake out of the way once more to conserve his master’s stamina as he dodged the flurry for the long fight ahead. However, the Prex continued his assault on his target. Two cuts across his arm upper left arm split open, weakened greatly by the enchanted fabric of the jacket on his person. Blake sprang off the line of attack his opponent had made.
“I guess he is still holding back then... Not like I am one to say anything as I have been conserving energy this whole time and only used my weakest attacks rather than trying to actually cut open my opponent.” Blake thought as he observed the swordsmanship of his opponent coupled with the skill of his. Surely if they could pull off that many cuts they could have at least done something else to be impressive. Shifting his usual stance into something more proper than his casual one displayed so far. His posture now evidence of his lifetime of devotion to martial studies, his warm-up was nearly complete. The blade-like tip of the spear was now a full length blade and the spear itself mirrored a naginata, except for the secondary blade at the that also made up the cutting half of the weapon.
Wordlessly Blake made his move. He rushed at his opponent a strike to the center of the gut poised. Four seamless slashes were made in a whirling motion as the Ralifin charged. Every other slash from the bladed end was followed up closely by the sharp edge that sat on the rear of the weapon Each slash was set to strike a different area along the joints of his opponent’s left arm where even the toughest skin would be softer than the rest. The motions made by the blade as they moved through the air were hushed to a silence.
With obvious grace, Blake’s footwork sent him behind his opponent before he launched another attack, striking at the tendons on the upper arm of Melchsee’s sword arm. Unlike his prior flourishes, this attack was backed by greater speed than usual as the length of Reinhardt’s blade was altered in the middle of combat to alter the center of gravity on the weapon to enhance the strike before returning to the standard naginata form and at the ready to parry or dodge.
The overwhelming stillness of anticipation hung in the air before the tones of the second verse of combat began with a blazing passion. The stench of the freshly drawn blood infected the sweet scent of lavender and pine. The shadow of the single scavenger above loomed above while certain insects clicked their own anticipation of fresh meat. Soon enough the real fight would begin.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:44 am
▰ .//Ｍｅｌｃｈｓｅｅ_Ｚｅｌｐｈｙｒｉｒ█ ▌┋The difference between me the others are clear as day. I cannot change who am I to be accepted. I rather be a lone wolf while being true to myself. Because, I'm at my strongest as long as I'm true to myself.• |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖|↳ Oh my, oh my~ If this battle continues, we might suddenly preform a dance~ The Prex uttered in his mind, rhetorically and yet, non-rhetorical in the same time.
The music composed by the forest was drastically changing, making the wolf-esque Prex's blood flow faster. Adrenaline also pumped in his body more as the fight continued on.
The alcohol that he drunk made him more awake and alive. And he can tell from the movements of his enemy, that the Ralifin would go after him much seriously.
As if he had accomplished his warm-up.
Once more, a wolfish grin crossed his lips as his different colored pair of eyes gaze onto his enemy's stance.
It showed so much about Blake, about how he trained himself in the art for years.
"Well now... It would be an insult if I don't take this also seriously now that you took that kind of stance." He announced. He didn't a reply as the reply he sough was the very action of his foe.
Well, they did say action speaks louder than words.
Melchsee threw Haru to the air with a smile as he stood there without a stance. As if he resigned to losing. The bloodlust he had been producing was reduce to nil. Also, the fact that he was making his presence fade made this action more enigmatic.
Like the Prex was trying to erase his existence in the battlefield.
As the Ralifin came forth, executing thrusts with a very predictable trajectories and targets. At least, this was how Mel saw it.
His body move slightly to the side, lessening the percentage of the thrusts to hit. Plus, his hands gracefully moved as they deflected the incoming strikes. Lightly tapping the wooden parts of the spear before they made contact to his flesh.
With Blake moving behind him once more, Melchseed didn't had the time to dodge, parry or block as the attack was faster than before. He also quickly noted the sudden change of length of the spear he held. He had concentrated on his eyes to see such fast movement as it was quite important to grasp every detail that was happening.
And yet, he wasn't fazed at all as he continued to be in such a state where he was merely a fading presence.
Because, from the air, Haru in her true form dropped her feet to the bladed part of the weapon, sending down on the ground from the sudden weight. Melchsee whom had been waiting for this made a subtle movement. A quite blurred movement that no one could easily comprehend.
As he really disappeared from the spot he stood, only to reappear within the defenses of Blake then released a very dense amount of killing intent on the spot as his hand was ready to stab his opponent.
|❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • I offer this dance of the sword as my
requiem to the souls of the dead.
To the ones who'll die.
And to people whom I care for. Dancer of the Spring Wind or simply Haru
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 1:41 pm
xxxxx◇ ◆ ◇ ◆Sheathlyn Reen◆ ◇ ◆ ◇xxxxxxxxxCall me ⇨ ♫ ⇨ ⇪ ⓢⓗⓐⓨxxxxxDo not follow me now,
I've a strong and stubborn mind. Weapons: Solstice & Equinox. Where Am I?: The Singing Forest.Mood: Relaxing. Curious.Who Am I With?: Damion Black.Deft, slender fingertips played at the multitude of beads and coins upon the female's skirt, worrying them between her index finger and thumb as though something had bothered her. Her molten hues had fluttered closed at some point as she retreated her hands from her trinkets and stretched her arms above her head. It had been incredibly relaxing in the forest, especially as those melodic winds reached the onyx appendages peaking above a bundle of long obsidian tresses. As she opened her eyes once more to glance upward toward the canopy of beautiful greens above, those two ears twitched about curiously. A similarly colored tail flitted to and fro in a rather content manner as she looked about.
She could get lost in the forest and never complain, considering her hips had started to sway to the wondrous melodies playing above and through the trees. It was something she could easily dance to, and something she wished to continue, although the sudden cluster of notes as though someone had thrown a fist at a piano's keys brought the she-wolf out of her reverie. Those onyx ears perked upward in an alert stance as she twisted about and looked toward the direction of that miserable sounding noise. Fingertips moved back down from her relieving stretch to immediately settle upon the swords upon her left hip. They traced along the crimson trim and the black leather that wrapped about the hilt of one blackened blade, then to the second that had a sapphire gleam to it.
Something interesting was happening further down the pathway of the forest. Whether it was something dangerous or just incredibly intriguing to the female, she glanced back toward her traveling companion and raised a brow as she gestured to the origin of that screech of notes that played a couple of times before suddenly mellowing out into a song of battle it seemed."I'm not too sure what's going on. At least from here. Would it be wise to go investigate, or should we continue on in our separate direction?" Her words were saturated with a dark, alluring tone as she spoke to the white haired male a few steps behind her.
Why did you even agree upon taking him with us? A voice rang out in the wolf's head, carrying a tone of disdain and distrust within that hiss of seduction. Sheathlyn's ears twitched back and her nose scrunched slightly as she retorted telepathically to the dragon's question. Well, he's proved that he's able to fight. That and he's someone to physically talk to, unlike you. Plus, it's not for you to decide anyway. You're a sword. No one is going to believe a thing you say. A slight laugh echoed within the femme's mind.Not until I show myself, dear little wolf. You forget the fact that I am able to cast an avatar of myself, no? Again, her nose scrunched. And yet another laugh echoed within her mind.Believe me, you'll realize, xxxx
When I go, you will know.[[Ooc: Oi, this worked perfectly fine on test threads. xD I'll revamp it in a moment. Sorry about that horrid mess everyone! >: ]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:03 pm
Damion Black
Weapons: Revenant and Judgement (Revenant on his hip while Judgement is stored in another dimension via Summoning)
Mood: Curious, cautious.
The white haired male stood tall as he walked along behind the wolf-girl, his crystal blue eyes taking in the surroundings. He didn't hear the music of the forest as she did, instead all he heard was the whispering of the wind through the leaves and the swish of their boots through the grass. Not being able to hear what his companion heard didn't ruin the serenity of the forest for him, in fact he was able to appreciate it in a different way. The gentle sounds of nature threatened to lull him into relaxation.
When the wolf-girl spoke Damion's head snapped around and his crystal orbs focused on her. To him her voice was pleasing, alluring in an almost seductive way, though he'd never admit it to her. After her question he strained his ears for any hint of the sounds she had heard, with the wind on his side he caught a faint tinkling of metal on metal.
A smile spread across his face as he spoke, "Let's go check it out. Could be fun." His voice was soft and deep, though edged with the careful control of a singer. An electric tingle raced over his dark skin as he took a step forward, ready to race toward the sounds below.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:31 pm
xxxxx◇ ◆ ◇ ◆Sheathlyn Reen◆ ◇ ◆ ◇xxxxxxxxxCall me ⇨ ♫ ⇨ ⇪ ⓢⓗⓐⓨxxxxxDo not follow me now,
I've a strong and stubborn mind. Weapons: Solstice & Equinox. Where Am I?: The Singing Forest.Mood: Curious.Who Am I With?: Damion Black.The moment the dark skinned male had turned his attention on her, including those wondrous crystal blue hues now peering down to her, she offered him the inviting warmth of a smile. It took him a moment after she had spoken to him for him to respond and she figured he'd been listening in to what she had picked up. Or what she could have possibly heard. With the smile pulling upward at his lips and his deep, gentle voice retorting to her question, she offered him a soft, melodic giggle that could have harmonized with the music the forest produced.
She took a step after him, bare toes sinking in against the forest terrain below as she pivoted herself about in a graceful twirl. The bangles upon her right wrist and left ankle chimed lightly, as did a few of the coins as they clinked against other little trinkets upon her form. Her crimson skirt billowed about her form, wisping about to rest against her figure as she took off in a hushed sprint. Her ears twitched about as they listened in for the noises of the leaves creating the music of battle, and upon running a little while further upon that road, her molten gold hues landed right upon two males dashing about, one thrusting a spear at the other's direction before disappearing and slashing it several times behind the second male. A rather smug little grin plastered itself across her face as she noted his white wolf ears and a tail, very much similar to her own.
"I think we found our culprits, hnn?"Believe me, you'll realize, xxxx
When I go, you will know.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 3:21 pm
Damion Black
Weapons: Revenant and Judgement (Revenant on his hip while Judgement is stored in another dimension via Summoning)
Mood: Curious, cautious.
Damion slid to a stop beside the female and looked down upon the men. His crystal eyes noted the one with ears and tail of snow. He smirked and turned to his companion, "Aye. So it seems." Kneeling in the grass a crossbow appeared in his hands, a bolt already loaded and the wire wrapped string already pulled back and ready. The dark male settled into the grass laying atop his weapon and watching the two below fight.
He glanced up at the female and smiled, "Shall we watch, or do you want to get involved?" His tone was playful and the smile that lit his face was coy. Turning back to the pair below he watched with quiet excitement. If his ally did choose to involve herself, he'd watch her back as he had before, but for now he was content to simply watch the battle.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 4:54 pm
The concert of combat between Melchsee and Blake glided from allegretto to vivacissimo within the quarter measure. The harmony of the blows exchanged thus far led to into a false finale designed to trick and astound the audience that now observed. A sword flew into the air as one combatant appeared to give in to his opponent. The Prex nearly faded from the song as he was struck with the naginata by the Ralifin, however it was clear that the man with white fur still held onto hope of victory as he still made note to reduce the impact from the flurry of attacks aimed at him.
The youthful dancer from before began to land gracefully on the tip of the spear aimed at her master, attempting to force it into the dirt at an awkward angle. Blake responded to the manifestation of the katana by raising his arm and thrusting the tip of the spear into the ground with some assistance from the spirit’s weight before using the spear as a track athlete would use a pole vault javelin. The length of the spear was increased to twice the current while the Ralifin launched himself above the spirit and attempting to greet her with she blunt section of the weapon to her face. His hands slid free of the weapon while his momentum carried him away from the blade and her master.
“Reinhardt.” Blake said in an icy voice as he shifted midair to face his opponent once more, instead he found that Melchsee was not before him. The wolf who had nearly faded from the song of the forest appeared to thrust his claws into the back of the spear wielder. Incapable of dodging the close attack, Blake instead removed the one of the limits he had set on himself for this combat. He now altered the length of his spear in a different manner, targeting the chain that ran from one end of the polearm to the other while he shifted stances to one designed to absorb impact. His weapon now took on the appearance of two short spears linked by six feet of chain. With each hand on a different end of the weapon he launched his counter strike He thrust both the bladed end and the skewering end into the opponent at his back, setting them to become three feet longer, thus increase the depth of his strike, as soon as they hit the opponent.
His armor was decent at reducing damage, so the impact was dropped by a third of its potential. Even with this defensive armor and the stance Blake had taken to preserve his body while his opponent hit him from behind it still caused the metallic taste of blood to trickle down the Ralifin’s tongue. Rather than give in to such pain that ran along his back and barely missing his kidney, He continued his assault by increasing the length of the chain once more and with a flick of his wrists he sent the chain over his head, aiming for right behind where Melchsee’s neck was before withdrawing the sharp ends of his weapon to their normal measurements. He then cross stepped and turned to face his opponent, it was his plan to lock his opponent’s neck in the chain with his shift in stance creating a choking grapple on his opponent.
The music in the air went from a grand display upholding the valiant efforts of the two combatants to a melody that held tension and suspense, as if signaling that the combat may soon come to a close. For a brief moment the songs seemed to lament the uncertainty of the outcome of this fight. Now it seemed two new people had arrived and were observing the conflict. Blake was too focused on his opponent to care about an audience at the moment. Perhaps one of them was the strong customer that the Neuro-Drive dealer had mentioned.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 12:25 am
xxxxx◇ ◆ ◇ ◆Sheathlyn Reen◆ ◇ ◆ ◇xxxxxxxxxCall me ⇨ ♫ ⇨ ⇪ ⓢⓗⓐⓨxxxxxDo not follow me now,
I've a strong and stubborn mind. Weapons: Solstice & Equinox. Where Am I?: The Singing Forest.Mood: Curious.Who Am I With?: Damion. Belsith, Mel, Blake.From their higher position upon a raised piece of terrain, they had a rather wonderful view of the fight going on below. Shay took only a moment to glance her hues of molten gold and bronze toward her traveling companion of stark white hair and dark skin, more to acknowledge his statement and that he'd knelt down to the grassy floor beneath them. Her full lips pulled upward into a subtle smirk as she noted his crossbow already within his hands, bolt drawn and loaded, and his sights placed upon either of the two men who dueled below. Her attention returned to the two, her hues flitting about as she took in the fighting stances and skills. The male with the ears had used a rather interesting sword, of which had been fighting with him. Much like her own, although she and Solstice had never come to a point where the dragon's presence was needed other than swinging about gracefully as she played out her dance of death.
Shay crossed her arms lightly against her chest, watching a little more of this fight before Damion's words had even registered to those two onyx ears standing alert within her obsidian locks. The wolf out in the larger clearing had disappeared completely from where he had once stood and where the second male had flurried an attack. The moment that phase had gone through, that second being had vaulted his way over that form to be ambushed by the reappearing male wolf. Her nose lightly scrunched as she watched in great detail of their speeds, noting each for later if a possible fight had occurred with the she-wolf. Their accuracy with their weapons, the way they stood, footwork, their overall movement. As a dancer, movement was a very key concept to her and the way that she portrayed that within nearly everything she did.
Even then, with all of these interesting facts now being stored within her brain for later use, her golden bronze gaze rested upon the third male that settled down with the two competitive duelists. He hadn't moved, nor seemed fully concerned about the two going at it, as though it was planned. Instead, he'd been a one man audience. Well, one man and two beasts, considering there had been a large roc gliding above the stage and a rather large beast coiled up near the base of the tree.
"I don't think we should get involved, Damion. There's a third person down there, just watching. It can't be that horrible for another party to be involved if there's just someone sitting there."
Well, at least that's what she had concluded from the situation at hand. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, she loosened her arms from about her bust and let them drop to her sides with one hand caressing the hilt of her blades once more.
"As much as I've an urge to fight something, I'm going to go ease my way into their little group and check it out. Keep an eye on me, will ya'?"
The she-wolf offered Damion a wink and a little blown kiss before she took off upon bare feet once more to lunge herself from the hillside to a tree nearby with long, outstretched branches. Wrapping both arms about the bark limb, she pulled herself up gracefully, and yet again rather quietly minus that subtle musical chime of her trinkets clashing together. Bare feet pressed comfortably against the branch now, she hurried herself forward toward the next, sneaking quietly above in the provided canopy in order to stealthily pull herself closer to that merchant of sorts. And with the two fighting, she really didn't think they'd focus their attention on the wolfish presence sneakily prowling and leaping about in the treetops.
With several moments where she had felt as though she'd slip and fall and tumble down rather ungracefully, she took that cue to lower herself slowly and safely to the ground. Another chime spoke of her entrance to the group as she moved herself just to Belsith's side. She knelt there, hands having stolen the cup of sake and raised it to her lips. The female scrunched her nose slightly at the rather uneventful reaction to the tilt of the cup and no liquid having poured over and into her mouth. She huffed out a defeated sigh and set the sake cup off to her right.
"Were you not invited in on the duel? Because you seem awfully lonely over here by your lonesome. Well, minus that one over there," she pointed to his tiger appearing beast,"and that beautiful one up there." Her dark, alluring tone drenched her voice once more as she spoke to the Sorji. That voice held no hostility, though it was edged with a soft caution, even for her unannounced entrance and near carelessness of settling a couple of feet away from the male.Believe me, you'll realize, xxxx
When I go, you will know.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 12:42 am
Damion Black
Weapons: Revenant and Judgement (Revenant on his hip while Judgement is stored in another dimension via Summoning)
Mood: Curious, cautious.
The wolf-girl took off down the gentle slope, slinking into the canopy and sneaking along. "Sure, I'll keep an eye on you," The dark skinned man whispered to himself. As always he was careful to keep his more personal thoughts quiet. He slowly positioned himself so that the butt of his crossbow settled firmly in the hollow of his shoulder allowing him to view the area below through the sights of his faithful weapon. As he settled into a more comfortable stance he activated his armour's camouflaging ability and quickly faded from view.
Damion watched her creep along the branches quietly and quickly, seeing her move and work was a treat. The beauty and lethal confidence that she exuded was mesmerizing. He was careful to divide his attention between the fighters and the woman, if either of them turned toward her he'd be ready to act. It was the same as before, she got close and personal while he stayed back and covered her blindsides. With her dancing and moving those blind areas always changed and often very quickly, but he was the best at this job.
When she settled in and swiped the cup Damion chuckled at her look of disappointment, "Find something you didn't like sweet cheeks?" he mumbled to himself. He watched the exchange through the crystal lens of his sights, alert for any threat to the wolf-girl or to himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 6:36 am
▰ .//Ｍｅｌｃｈｓｅｅ_Ｚｅｌｐｈｙｒｉｒ█ ▌┋The difference between me the others are clear as day. I cannot change who am I to be accepted. I rather be a lone wolf while being true to myself. Because, I'm at my strongest as long as I'm true to myself.• |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖| • ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ • |❖|↳ The weapon whom was in her true form, Haru, was quite astonished by the counteraction of her and Mel's opponent. Such movement was quite hard to proceed with but then again.
Blake was able to and with that, she can tell that he had likely mastered her art. Or was in his way of mastering it.
That she can't tell and same goes with Mel.
The youthful belle crossed her arms, turning them to the blades of her weapon form to block the incoming attack upon her.
And yet, she still felt a slight pang of pain as she hit the ground although blocking the hit.
Just like how you predicted it. Then, better go to my place as the final piece that would put Blake in a checkmate then.
There wasn't any reply from Mel. Well, he didn't reply by words but by a mental chuckle.
Haru had turn once more into a nodachi and glided the ground, moving stealthily like a snake as she went behind the Rafilin facing her owner and partner.
On the other hand, Mel had felt his claws gouged into the flesh of Blake. However, how his claws stabbed through his wear, he felt that he had pierced something hard.
And from that single feeling, he can assume that his wear had some Damage Reduction enhanced to it.
Siding that topic, Melchsee had quite some trouble avoiding incoming bladed and pointed parts of the spear. His cheek was cut, blood ran over that part but it was nothing as it was just a scratch with his steel-like skin.
Although, he can't say the same thing as the pointed part had impaled his hand in attempt to block it.The damage itself was meager as the pointed part didn't completely gone through his hand.
The Prex can't help himself but continue to grin eagerly as the assault towards him continued. He had profoundly blocked every incoming attack with his hands or slightly dodging them, leaving scratches that would bleed.
However, with the current proximity of the two fighters, Melchsee wasn't able to avoid the choking lock. But at least, he was able to slip one of his hand before the chain tightened up around his neck.
Blood gushed like fountain, dyeing the white parts of his kimono. This blood came not only from his wounds but from the hand he had slipped to avoid to be completely choked by the chain. Yet, for how long the fading strength of his hand would last, the Prex doesn't know.
Melchsee, with his other and free hand gone for the bare neck of the Rafilin but stopping that his claws were touching the skin.
"This is checkmate Blake. Those are the words Mel wants me to convey to you. He can't speak with him not trying to choke by the chain." Hara uttered this words, in her true form well... close it, her forearm to hand which was in a form of her blade was aimed and ready to cut the neck of the Rafilin.
The plan was simple.
Melchsee would try to get Blake's full attention with him going for a killing strike which won't really kill. At any rate, why he does, Haru would go behind the Rafilin.
A pincer tactic and one of the most basic tactics out there.
Well, of course Melchsee, whom still was trying to get choked noticed the new presence in the area. One next to Belsith with his companions. The other, somewhere hidden.
He could pinpoint the other one as he was still concentrating on Blake if the Rafilin had other tricks in his sleeves.
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requiem to the souls of the dead.
To the ones who'll die.
And to people whom I care for. Dancer of the Spring Wind or simply Haru
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