Pendragon
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Vampyra's Squishy Student - Pendragon[M:-2035]
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 24, 2007 11:01:26 GMT -5
Pendragon knew he had to be clever. He had to dodge this attack, but doing so would reveal his speed and agility. Pendragon twisted his body into an uppercut, in such a way he had to sidestep to keep his balance. While he looked to have attack in a way which just so happened to take him out of dangers way, really the whole thing was all part of an elaborate plan. "Neither are you" He called back. Pen knew he was going to lose, but that didn't mean Israfel was going to win...
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 24, 2007 11:30:34 GMT -5
Israfel decided to take a chance now, He used the blades on his knuckledusters to block the attack, not caring he was letting his opponent get such a chance to get his hands. "So you may think. Run, and you may get out alive." He hissed as darkness oozed from his hands and seemed to pull thier way onto Pendragon's weapon, sluggishly making it's way to Pendragon and tainting the pure color of the metal and turning it rusted and poor. Unless the darkness was removed or something was done it may become permanent, Israfel suppressed his laughter at the slow, but devastating attack which was being unleashed on this silver-haired, red jacketed smart ass.
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Pendragon
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Vampyra's Squishy Student - Pendragon[M:-2035]
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 24, 2007 11:40:18 GMT -5
The second the darkness reached the jem on the hilt of Celestial, all hell broke loose. Golden rays shot out of the diamond, firing holy damage off at both of them. Pendragon had to drop the sword, and leap backwards. He was dangerously close to the edge now, but he was out of range of his blades onslaught. Holy magic still poured out of Celestial, burning up the darkness until the blade gleamed once more. "Enchanted." Pendragon explained, and then shrugged, watching the sword spin and spark off light. Soon enough, a fire had started.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 24, 2007 11:50:04 GMT -5
Israfel paid no mind to the flames, not really caring about the weapon or it's enchantments at all, though he did take mental note of it for later. He dissapeared from sight again as if a veil was pulled over his existance and he went back to attack once again, the knuckledusters lilted with darkness and he went for a nice little cut at Pendragon's jugular, maybe even a nice jab into the base of his neck between the muscles- a pressure point of course which could easily disorient someone. Pressure points... some people were more susseptable to them, unfortunately he didn't know any specialized pressure points this human may have, though Kitsunes on the other hand... they were his specialty.
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Pendragon
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Vampyra's Squishy Student - Pendragon[M:-2035]
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 24, 2007 11:59:50 GMT -5
Pendragon realized he was in a bad spot, and started to move away from the edge. Instead he ran straight into Israfel's knuckleduster, cutting straight into his chest. Pen was thrown back with a groan, and sent sailing over the edge of the cliff. It was strange, he seemed to smile as he fell from a height his human body stood no chance of surviving. Pendragon could be last seen reaching into his coat for something, and then he dissapeared under an overhang.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 24, 2007 12:13:40 GMT -5
Israfel walked over towards the edge of the cliff and looked down, realizing that it was probably one of the most retarded things he could have done. The wind came up from the canyon and tousled his hair messily, he awaited Pendragon to make another move, either the little welp could use this opportunity to run, or continue the battle. A coward or a fool, it was Pendragon's choice now and to be honest there didn't seem to be a way where Israfel wouldn't win. Pendragon's blood glistened on the blades of the weapon and made the slightest 'pat pat pat' as it dripped to the ground. He flicked his wrist and the crimson liquid spattered into the canyone, leaving only trace amounts still on his weapon.
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Pendragon
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Vampyra's Squishy Student - Pendragon[M:-2035]
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 24, 2007 12:17:29 GMT -5
The cliff curved inwards, so Israfel could no longer see Pendragon's falling body. Several minutes passed, and then came a distant sound. Like one thing smashing against an other. It was safe to say the sound was Pendragon, meeting his end at the bottom of the cliff.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 24, 2007 12:23:51 GMT -5
"Seems all that effort was for nothing... Suzume will be mad as hell, though..." Israfel muttered to himself as he turned away from the cliff and began walking away amidst the flames, a little dissapointed that we was unable to deliver the killing blow himself. Still, it was probably best that Pendragon be killed quicker instead of how he had planned- it offered less time to be found out.
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Pendragon
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 24, 2007 12:32:41 GMT -5
Pendragon waited til Israfel was gone, before giving out a sigh. He was hanging onto his pistol, which had the rope he had scooped up earlier tied round it. The other end, was wrapped around the dagger Pen had fired into the cliff. He gripped the pistol tightly underneath the overhang, holding on for life. The final piece of his plan, laid on the ground far below him. His signature red coat, which was holding together his stave and dagger. That was what had made the sound. Pendragon's white shirt was revealed, sleeves rolled up and untucked. He summoned the dagger back to his hand, but the stave was lost to him.
Pendragon waited another ten minutes, just to be sure. Then he climbed back up, and retrived his sword from the flames. He surveyed the area, it was a wreck. Just like so many other places Pendragon had weaved his path of destruction, placing it near to Sion's. He sighed once more, then started on his way back to the academy.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 24, 2007 12:37:36 GMT -5
The grounds were deserted but one thing stood out amidst the orange flames caused by the enchantment gone wild, a small flicker of turquoise flame stood alone in the center of the fire before it went out, not able to stay whole by itself without it's master. "Very good..." came a quiet voice on the wind, no more than a whisper. It was hard to tell exactly who it was, Suzume or Akira but it could be imagined that if it was indeed Suzume there would be a whole lot more chaos involved. The presense was trying to get to reality once more and was near on it's way to doing so.
Akira was coming.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 25, 2007 12:15:24 GMT -5
Later...
"You did WHAT!?!?" the kitsune yelled angrily, dark turquoise flames enveloped her clenched fists as she fired a fury of the dark fox fire at Israfel. The energy made dancing shadows on the dank walls of the room, though wherever they were was unclear since it was long hidden on the grounds of the academy and even those who knew about it rarely ventured down into this place.
"I got rid of Pendragon, he can't interfere any further." Israfel stated matter-of-factly to Suzume, a relaxed expression on his face.
"Baka!" she shouted as one of her hands grabbed Israfel's shoulder and tightened around it like a hand wringing water from a dishcloth.
"Well don't you seem angry about this..." Israfel said in a half bored tone, Suzume's tantrum should fade soon enough- they always did. Inside he was smiling as pain wrecked his shoulder and his arm fell numb from blood deprevation, 'every single pain will be returned...' he though slyly.
"Israfel! I didn't want him dead! I wanted him alive! Lucifer wanted everyone alive untill we found the portal! The more that can be sacrificed through the portal the faster the coming of the Gaia Beast!" Suzume couldn't believe the stupidity of Israfel, "Every soul counts!"
"He's only one person, it's not like he can do anything whether or not he was spared." Israfel gestured with his free hand that still had trace amounts of Pendragon's blood on it.
"Israfel, you can't be too sure of that! He was different from the others- if we killed him I wanted to be the one to do it!" she shook her head as she released Israfel from her grip, "Sometimes you're unencouragable..." she murmered in a sigh as she rubbed the sides of her forehead.
"Could you atleast try to trust me for once, I tell you that I know what I'm doing."
"This isn't your assignment, you aren't supposed to be doing anything!"
"Suzume... I'm supposed to be helping you, that's what I'm doing." Israfel nodded, "Suzume... are you okay?" he asked.
Suzume looked up at Israfel, "Yeah, I'm fine... I just need to be alone for a few moments." she waved Israfel off so she was left alone with her thoughts, "Dammit..." she cursed under her breath, though exactly what she was unhappy about was unclear though it would be imagined that it was about Israfel getting out of line about the plan- but her expression read something else.
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