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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 12, 2007 20:22:10 GMT -5
Eithne paused, looking towards Damon, her eyes scanning him from his toes to his head, red eyes scrutinizingly looking him over, "I won't need someone to try thier hand at chivalry, if you don't mind." She then looked towards Estrik, "And if you wouldn't mind, I would require a bit of blood, the telepathy is wearing off... and I do so not wish to have to speak." she nodded to him, in hopes that he'd allow her to drink from him. If not, then she'd really have to be going, she didn't like crowds, and she certainly didn't like this crowd in particular.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 12, 2007 20:44:55 GMT -5
Cowl looked towards the crowd. It looked like Eithne was going to leave. That was not what he wanted. He had gotten her to open up. And they had all come and ruined that. He was so close. He could have felt it. Cowl turned away again. But then his eyes widened in horror as he suddenly dropped to his knees. Sticking out of his stomach was a long curved dagger. It was not in the position to kill him, but did make him faint right way. Cowl had no idea where the knife had come from but he felt it. As he dropped to the ground unable to see or hear he fainted. Standing over him was a man dressed in a black turtle neck shirt with black leather pants. He wore a sleeveless trench coat around him. Also he had black gloves and his eyes were completely black. His skin was white as snow and he had a grin that would make a skeleton jump out of it's body. The man turned towards Eithne and spoke. "Well it appears we meet again."
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Post by demonfire on Dec 12, 2007 21:11:52 GMT -5
"Err, sure. Just remember not to let Cowl stay there and die," Estrik said, throwing in some morbid humor for a dark time. That usually helps out. "Even if you're being stabbed, don't worry. Eithne will stick around, I got your back," Estrik said, winking towards Cowl as if he didn't sense him fainting. "So, I'm going to assume that you're going to help him, right? Because, honestly, I don't feel like digging myself in any deeper. But, I'll have your back if you honestly need it, which I doubt," he said to Eithne.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 12, 2007 21:13:36 GMT -5
Eithne looked towards the newcomer with wide eyes, instantly rushing to Cowl's side, "What do you want?" she asked him, picking Cowl up gently, looking at where he had been injured. She trembled slightly at the smell of blood, her mouth was watering and her fangs extending, but she didn't let anyone else notice it. Her maroon eyes looked towards Damon and Estrik but she said nothing to them, she hoped they'd figure out that fighting this stranger was a mighty fine idea right now. She wondered in the back of her mind why Cowl was always injured so much.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 12, 2007 21:21:31 GMT -5
The man smiled at Eithne as she ran to Cowl's side. "Oh how touching... She cares about someone other then herself." The man turned to Estrik and with a flash of light appeared next to him. "I do remember you. Your the blind one. That battle earlier was such fun. Even Legion had a fun time." he let out a small smile and then a laugh. He turned to Damon then as he slightly remembered seeing him before somewhere. The man turned towards all of them. "SO.... Who wants to attack first. How about you?" The man pulled out a kantana with the handle pointing towards Estrik. "Let's see how well a blind can fight with a weapon." He said laughing at his small joke. He was here to fight. Well he had another reason to fight.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 12, 2007 21:29:07 GMT -5
"Well then, hold up, and let me stretch a bit," Estrik said, spreading his legs and stretching them, and then stretching his arms. He pulled Kensei out of the sheathe on his hip and swung it around for a moment, getting a feel for the blade once again, and feeling the spirits rush throughout his body. "So, what was that? Oh yeah, you wanted to fight. Well then, as they say, bring it on," he said as he assumed a deeply rooted side stance, with the katana pointed towards the enemy. "Anytime you're ready, my good schizophrenic friend," Estrik said sarcastically.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 12, 2007 21:48:44 GMT -5
The man stood there the blade coming down to his side. He stayed there relaxed. His eyes shifted to Eithne. he gave her a smile. "I wouldn't worry to much about him. If I remember correctly, you do not care about him. You do not trust him... He is untrustworthy..." The man turned to Estrik. "all right. Let us fight. If you manage to disarm me I will leave you all alone. If not... Well I won't be held responsible for my actions." Bringing his blade upwards pointed to the left of him the hilt six inches from his nose, a fog began to erupt around him as it began to surround the area. Estrik should recognize the smell or the feeling from before at least. It was the same cloud he had used in his last battle. This was his realm. This was his playground.
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Post by Creator on Dec 12, 2007 22:09:28 GMT -5
Damon snickered, watching the scene with delight. This was getting interesting rather quickly. "I don't practice chivalry, nor do I really care what happens. I am merely in need of some entertainment. I suppose I've changed since our last little run-in, Eithne." He appeared next to her and Cowl, grinning with mildly sharp teeth. "But then, I think it's a change for the better." He watched the cloud carefully, waiting for something to happen.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 13, 2007 15:10:36 GMT -5
"Well, the nostalgia comes rushing back," Estrik annoyed and sarcastic at the same time. He awaited whatever was going to happen, he wasn't the aggressor that much nowadays. Certain revelations made him so...uneasy about hastening his own death. But nonetheless, he still liked to fight. "So, I've just got to disarm you, huh? Why does it seem like it it sounds much easier than it's gonna be?" he said, sighing. Oh well, if he disarmed him, then there was the off chance he'll have a lucky shot and chop up the enemy combatant. That was just wishful thinking on his part.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 13, 2007 17:54:48 GMT -5
Eithne wasn't liking this stranger one bit, "Guys, I need to take Cowl to the infirmary... I'll get back when I'm sure he'll be okay. Sorry." she picked Cowl up in her arms, looking towards Issac now for a few moments, her mind was racing and clicking with gears turning, trying to figure something out. She felt like she was experiencing some odd deja vu. "Who are you?" she asked Issac, pausing before she would carry Cowl away. She wouldn't let Estrik or Damon hear her message to Issac, she didn't want to be hassled about it, so she blocked them from hearing it.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 13, 2007 18:05:44 GMT -5
The Issac's just stood there waiting. The real Issac stepped in front of the circle of them. "We fight in this circle. Another rule. If you leave the circle then that person is immediately disqualified. And they shall receive the punishment for doing so." Issac still has his kantana by his side. Raising the blade he pointed it at Estrik. It appeared he was waiting for Issac to strike first. So without further waiting Issac suddenly appeared behind Estrik and struck forward with his blade. he had no doubt he would either defend the attack, or dodge it. But Issac was ready either way. He summoned up a group of spikes that surrounded Estrik. He would be forced to block the move. As the attack took place Issac responded to Eithne talking in the same manner, telepathically. "Come on now Eithne... I have told you my name. I am Issac bearer of Legion and the person who will destroy Twilight Moon Academy."
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Post by Creator on Dec 13, 2007 18:26:00 GMT -5
"Hurry up and die," Damon growled to Estrik. "I want a turn. And I'll be damned if I'm going to be restricted to a circle." He laughed, sounding as if another, higher laugh was crammed in somewhere with his voice. Thin wires of purple plasma connected from the ground to his tightly clenched fists, digging one- to two-foot cuts in the rooftop before they faded. He didn't seem to notice Eithne anymore, just Issac and Estrik.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 13, 2007 19:24:34 GMT -5
Estrik brought Kensei up to one side and made it perpendicular to the ground to block the oncoming attack from Issac. He scoffed as he heard Damon speak with the control over himself like an 8-year old pyromaniac who just got a book of matches. "Noob..." Estrik said to himself. Estrik's left leg came up for a forceful push kick to the stranger's stomach, hoping to push him towards the outside of the circle. "Now, do you mind if I were to ask a few questions while during this battle, my good...err, men?" Estrik asked the Issac that he was fighting, just wanting to get the reason for the rhyme all figured out in his head. Although, curiosity killed the cat.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 13, 2007 20:02:14 GMT -5
"Wait! Are you saying I can't leave? And what about Cowl? He can't stay here in this state! It's unhumane!" protested, "I need to take him to the infirmary! What if he dies!?" she pleaded, still holding Cowl as he bled all over her, tempting the vampiress to bite and drink deep. She didn't bother talking to the guys now, "Please, I ask you." she asked Issac, "I'll return and fight you if you want me to, but I can't let Cowl lay on the ground and die if you made some muddleheaded mistake! Please." she looked towards Issac as she sent him her plea, her gaze serious but not as desperate as her mental voice came as.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 13, 2007 21:28:06 GMT -5
Issac was happy to see Estrik was able to block his attack. When his foot kicked outward, Issac moved only four inches to the right getting out of the way of the attack but not out of range to counter the attack. With one hand he grabbed onto Estrik's foot and spun it in attempt to knock him off his feat. With his sword hand he swung outward at Estrik in attempt to cut him in half. It would be hard to dodge his attack after spinning him off his feet. Then again if he attempted to kick him in the air, Issac would merely block with his free hand and counter in whatever way needed. Issac responded back to Eithne. "Come now Eithne... Don't tell me your starting to care about this kid. After all he's a human... A worthless brat who will never account to anything." There was an odd hatred in his voice. But it was impossible to tell if it was intended for Cowl or for Eithne.
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