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Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 11, 2007 1:15:09 GMT -5
... The mans fist clenched, his eyes like a whirlpool of color. "You sure talk a lot- no wounder you got a name like squishy all talk." His eyes blazed, one second a hard gold the next- a raging, reckless fire. He slowly walked over to his opponent and was about a half foot away. He could feel his breath on his face when he said softly. "Well. Taste. My. HAMMER."
Dark Link ripped out a hammer from his belt loop, aiming at the man chest- trying to knock the wind out of him. It was an average hammer that you could find in a normal garage which he did steal it from.
((You said we could be out of charter right?))
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Post by vi on Feb 11, 2007 1:24:23 GMT -5
(( Yes of course! makes it all the more fun!)) ! A hammer! The Berserker sidestepped just in time, so that Dark Link only grazed his arm with his odd choice of a weapon. Vincent laughed, slightly amused at this. With the help of some fancy footwork, the silver haired teen was quickly behind the elf. He didn't strike at him though, only placed the palm of his hand between the other's shoulder blades and pushed. Given the fact that they where at the edge of a raised platform...
Well, you know.
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Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 11, 2007 1:32:48 GMT -5
Eh?! It missed! He stared, then felt himself being pushed, scrambling wildly he placed one foot on the edge his hands up in the air. He didn't really know how the got behind his head, but they caught something and he yanked as hard as he could. Now having a hold, he pulled himself up effortlessly. Now having his footing back he let go only to see a glint of silver catch his eye. He whirled around to see yes- he had pulled this mans hair. Slightly taken aback he stepped back keeping his footing even though one of his heels were dangling over the edge. He smiled slightly and replied "Thanks!"
He had to get away from the edge. Sidestepping (Sorry, Don't know how big the ring is.) he slipped by Vincent without touching him. Standing in the middle with his face towards him Dark Link smirked as he pulled out his blade. He held it proudly and glanced over his look said exactly what he was thinking; 'Ready?'
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Post by vi on Feb 11, 2007 1:44:03 GMT -5
The berserker muttered a string of curse words, surprise, anger, and pain shooting through him. The little... he pulled his hair!
This means war!
Taking a few steps backward, the tempture in the arena began to drop rapidly as he summoned the power within his to do battle. The cold air swirled around him, and then formed tightly around his left arm, ice crystals forming together around it up to his elbow to create an sword of ice.
Vincent smiled back, and you could almost hear the Mortal Combat theme in the background as the two faced off... Oh wait, that was someone with a stereo.
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Post by dain on Feb 11, 2007 1:50:21 GMT -5
As Dain played the Mortal Kombat theme on the stereo, he beat-boxed with Matisyahu, the Jewish Rapper.
He wasn't paying attention to the battle any longer.
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Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 11, 2007 1:52:18 GMT -5
The cold air swirled around the place, buffeting the son of no one. The tips of his ears twitched slightly as he heard music playing and swirling with the wind. He felt the warmth of his body leave him, and he shivered slightly. A sword of ice formed on his arm, and he wondered so he voiced his thoughts. "Does your hair ever get caught in the ice?" he grinned when he asked this as he flipped his sword in his left hand. The cold had made small amounts of frost clustered along the tip of his blade and along the edges. His eyes narrowed against the wind but he held his ground firmly.
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Post by baha on Feb 11, 2007 11:01:08 GMT -5
Shelby quickly pulled away Neko's cardboard box and scribbled on the back of it, "GO DAIN!!" And waved it in the air. She knew that Vivila would most likely win ( =] ) so she didn't need to pay attention for now. But, just for the heck of it, "GOOO VIVIPOOLALAA!!! GOOO DARKKKYYYY!!! LESS THAN THREEEE!!!!"
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Post by vi on Feb 11, 2007 13:29:12 GMT -5
Vincent chuckled slightly, finding that he slightly enjoyed the banter during the battle. "You mean like this?" He asked, using his free hand to make a flicking motion. the cold wind came back again, effectively covering Dark Link's hair with a thin layer of ice.
The berserker smiled, knowing that it would infuriate his opponent, but hey! that was his goal!
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Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 11, 2007 13:34:58 GMT -5
Ack! That... was cold! Using his free hand, he raked his fingers though his thin hair trying to get rid of the ice. The tips were jagged with small icicles, but he couldn't let that bother him. A smirk tipped his lips, as he unbuckled his shield from his back, ready to fight. With his back-wards sword pointing to Vincent, or Grandpa he posed himself ready to fight.
"Lets get goin' Grandpa." If he could get him to charge he has one idea but if he had to charge he could also use another trick... Shaking his head to rid himself of the ice he allowed his legs to be ready either to charge or hold his ground.
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Post by vi on Feb 11, 2007 13:45:15 GMT -5
The silver haired teen's eyes narrowed slightly at the grandpa comment, but that was all. God how he hated that nickname! He shifted so that his left foot was in front of his, his weight evenly distributed as he watched... and waited.
Apparently, his opponent was waiting for him to make the first move, so he obliged, though not in the expected way. His free hand came up above his head, and it started to hail inside the ring. Using that as a distraction, Vincent moved forward and struck out at Dark Link.
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Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 11, 2007 13:52:49 GMT -5
Distracted by the Hail, Dark Link felt a pain seer down his side. Closing both eyes, he awaited for the pain to finish. After one antagonizing second he threw out his shield blindly, trying to ward off his opponent. Warm blood trickled down his side, but was quickly stopped by the cold air. The red blood seemed to freeze against the leather padding under his shirt soaking up the blood.
He regained his footing, and held the sword up to his face, pointing it to Vincent. "You won't hit me again!" he yelled his eyes blazing red. Some ice had gathered on the tip of his blade.
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Post by vi on Feb 11, 2007 14:01:35 GMT -5
The silver haired Brit raised one eyebrow in an 'oh really?' manner, stepping back a few steps when Dark link lashed out with his sword at him. He lowered his ice weapon to his side, seemingly leaving himself open, cocking his head to one side.
"But isn't that the point of a fight?" He said logically, ignoring the hail that splattered around them, making the ring icy and slippery.
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Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 11, 2007 14:46:47 GMT -5
"The point is for someone to win!' He raged. Okay, so maybe it didn't make sense. But he was in no mood for logic. Mentally lashing out his sword once more, he was aiming for the silver haired mans shoulder, half hoping for a bonus and the satisfaction of slicing off some of that teens hair. The shadow now had a plan. Darting forward, he almost slipped on the ice underfoot and skittered to a slash. His aim was off thanks to that stupid ice, but no matter.
Before seeing if he hit or not, be jumped back his feet sliding back. He half knelt down to catch himself using his sword as a walking stick he smashed the pointed edge into the ice to steady himself.
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Post by Silverkatt on Feb 11, 2007 17:35:30 GMT -5
Silverkatt sat about ten feet away from the others, a very large and thick, yet soft and comfortable navy blanket wrapped around her shoulders and slipping off the top of her head. Shelby and Nekozawa were also on the bench, one being silent and the other screaming insanely. Silver watched, slightly amused, as Shelby grabbed the cardboard sign out of Neko's hands and scribbled something on it, then waved it around and began screaming nonsense again.
The cold wind blew her grey-ish hair into Silver's face, but she seemed to barely notice, as her gaze was transifixed on the battle scene unfolding before her.
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Post by vi on Feb 11, 2007 17:54:53 GMT -5
The berserker let out a light hiss as the tip of Dark link's sword sliced into the skin of his arm from his right elbow down. It bled slightly, but only enough to irritate him. He Moved backward, moving over the ice easily. It was like ice skating... to an extent. Vincent leaned to one side and moved in a circle around dark Link, and with a flick of his hand, he encased his sword in the ice. The silver haired man gave him a look that obviously translated to, 'Give up yet?'
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