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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 4, 2009 15:28:28 GMT -5
The ground itself shook as the creature came closer, tracing the path of Durriken’s astral projection. The dragon’s nostrils flared as it smelled the path of time and of psychic energy. It burst through the last of the trees with a swipe of its clawed foot. The trees splinted and aged to dust before they even landed on the ground.
“Um…I would say try and not get hit by him since I am not sure if that aging is permanent or temporary.” He could look ahead and see but he was guessing it would really depend on if they won or not and he knew better then to look at that. Looking in itself would probably make them lose.
The dragon’s grey eyes constricted at it glared at the gypsy and the were-wolf. All the energy Durriken threw around got it mad and woke it up from its nice little nap out of time in the local area of the forest.
“That and if you got any daggers hidden away there, throw me one. My knife skills are a bit rusty though they should come back pretty quickly.”
He let his knife skills slip since he learned how to invade minds. It made any person who tried to attack him pretty easy prey. Though he doubted he could penetrate this beasts mind and if he did, he didn’t know what he would find. Animals were hard to control, especially dragons.
He left his left hand open for the dagger but made a claw motion with his right hand. They couldn’t see it but psychic claws just emerged. These would hurt the mind of whatever he attacked. It would weaken their reasoning skills and if hit enough would actually put the person in a coma.
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Post by Noro on Aug 5, 2009 10:47:42 GMT -5
Asher held his katana off to the side with his left hand; with his right, he reached into his right bottom most pocket and pulled out a rather long dagger with runes inscribed into it's hilt. The blade was silver, but had a gold sheen. The hilt was black. The runes, though, could be described as having every color in existence or no color at all. It seemed that it was both. A strange light eminated from them, bright enough to make the runes glow, but dim enough to refrain from being a distraction. He put it hilt-first into Durriken's palm.
"It can deflect magic and reacts only to what the weilder wants,"Asher spoke quickly as the grey dragon advanced. "What I mean by that is if you throw it to the left and meant to throw it to the right, it's going to go right." He returned his right hand to his katana, gripping it hard. "It's a rather convenient weapon to have. You lose it, and you will regret it. My father gave that to me," he added.
Asher kept from looking into the dragon's eyes, just in case of possible paralyzation. He knew nothing about this one, but a few of the past dragon's he had gotten a little too personal with had refined powers that had to do with eye contact. He was going to do his best not to become a hindrance simply because of his ignorance.
"Alright, Durriken,"his voice was thick with his pent up energy, "Ready when you are."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 8, 2009 14:45:41 GMT -5
((Sorry if this is a tad bit bad, never had much experience fighting against myself))
Durriken caught the dagger blade first between two of his fingers. No cuts appeared and he flipped the blade around and caught it the proper way. Durriken suddenly felt and urge to jump backwards and did so, doing a flip as suddenly he saw a clawed appendage swipe by right where he was before. They didn’t happen all the time but when they did he loved the hints he got.
The dragon let loose a loud roar of anger at its miss and took a step forward, splintering and ageing more trees in the process. As the roar died down so did time. It slowly began to slow, making it as if they were moving through syrup.
Durriken pushed hard with his mind against the effect but found it harder to reduce a non-absolute effect then to just shatter and absolute.
“Try and break its concentration” he groaned out as a vein appeared on his temple from the effort he put into countering the effect.
He would have tried to throw something at the beast but right now he couldn’t split his focus unless they really wanted to be slowed. He got it down to at least water. Still slow but better then before.
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Post by Noro on Aug 12, 2009 11:02:54 GMT -5
((It's fine. I don't either, so I wouldn't be one to critique you. If you do something wrong, I won't know the difference.))
Asher watched as Durriken moved. At first he wasn't sure what to do. Then he decided that it would make more sense to try fighting the dragon than to stand there like an idiot. When he started advancing though, his muscles didn't seem to be working the same way. There was no extra strain, but they were slow. Asher looked around an noticed that everything else was the same way. So this is how it works, he thought rather vaguely. He lifted his katana high above his head in one hand and jumped towards the dragons head. As he brought the flaming blade down, he reached back into the pocket with the gold dust and shifted his weight so that he was twirling horizontally to the ground as he drew closer to the beast. Righting himself again, he threw the dust at the dragon. The blade was still a good foot away, but the dust had already reached the giant lizard and exploded into several growing clouds of magically enhanced fire. The flames were large enough to engulf him and majority of the beast's head, but one of the fire's advantages was that it didn't hurt whoever had used it. Asher had been forced by his reflexes to shut his eyes against the inferno, but had his eyes been open, he would have been able to see that his katana had reached its target.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 14, 2009 14:44:39 GMT -5
((Its fine and I can work around it, but unless you are controlling the creature you need to stop one step before contact so the other person can dodge if they feel it should))
The Katana did nothing more the skid off the tough scales of the dragon’s neck with a shower of sparks. The use of the golden powder though easily broke the dragon’s concentration and Durriken nearly fell forward from the sudden strain gone from his mind.
As the dragon was dazed by the fire Durriken ran up at nearly double the human speed with some telekinetic pushes from his feet. He ran under the dragon and attacked the dragon with his claws. It didn’t look like much, nothing more then him running his fingernails over the hard scales of the dragon but psychically he just gave the equivalent of a migraine to the beast.
The boast groaned in pain as its mind became a bit fogged. The dragon took a swipe at Durriken with its tail. No de ja vu came to help him this time and he got smacked right into a tree which splintered at his impact.
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Post by Noro on Aug 14, 2009 22:57:40 GMT -5
((Uh, okay? )) Asher was happy that he had succeeded with the fire trick, but soon found he had other problems to worry about. One prime example would be the ground that began to rush toward him. He twisted in a fairly feline manner and landed on all fours. The impact jarred his limbs and made his muscles ache. He quickly jumped back up on his feet, though. His katana wasn't going to do him any good apparently. The fire was only good for a moment; he didn't think it did any real harm either. Plus, he only had a limited amount of it. His head was calculating advantages and disadvantages quickly. He had no other weapon other than being in his wolf form. He didn't want to do that, though. He had less control over his decisions, being that he was mostly controlled by instinct. Also, when he came out of wolf form, it left him too weak to do much of anything. When he was transformed, he was stronger and more agile. His teeth also had the ability to get through just about anything. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons in the long run. He knew he would regret it later, but he reasoned that he had no other logical choice if he was going to be of any help. Asher quickly dodged out of the dragon's immediate path and into a secluded bush. He had hoped that Durriken's attack had left it's mind boggled enough to not notice his brief escape. He transformed smoothly. His canines popped out of his jaw and the fur from his skin. His claws elongated into the air. His spine lengthened out until it formed his tail. His eyes glittered maliciously. A growl emanated from his throat as he sprang out of the bushes towards the beast, aiming for anything on its face.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 31, 2009 11:43:20 GMT -5
((Sorry this took so long. Four words: “College is a bitch”))
Durriken groaned as the tree splintered driving sharp spines into his flesh. He also let lose a cough that left a tint of copper and iron in his mouth. As he hit the ground he had to training to roll without even thinking to soften it. As he rolled into a bush he knelt there as he went over his injuries. He clenches his teeth as he made a motion with his hand and all the splinters shot out of his back with a telekinetic push.
That hurt but the next would be much worse he knew. Next he had to push his ribs back into place. One hit his lung so he had to get that out as well. Letting out a ragged breath that was supposed to be smooth and calm he made another gesture but much slower as the rib that broke pulled itself from his lung and realigned itself with the rest of the rib cage.
This all took about a minute since it was just basic telekinesis. The last thing though would take another minute just on its own. He had to use psychic healing to patch that hole in his lung before he choked on his own blood.
He used mind over matter to make his body move much faster then it normally would or could. He pushed a large amount of platelets to his lungs and helped them clot. After the hole was patched he get a heaving cough to push what was left in his lungs out and put his attention back into the fight.
The dragon was starting to recover from the psychic assault. They were lucky since otherwise it would have been stampeding all over the place looking for them. He couldn’t tell where the other person was but he could feel his mind. It seemed to be changing though he could only guess why at the moment never feeling the mind of a werewolf when it changed before.
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Post by Noro on Sept 14, 2009 15:47:12 GMT -5
((It's okay, cause something has been wrong with my laptop since about a week before you replied. I just got everything working again. I don't even know what was wrong with it. My friend fixed it and said it should work again. It does thankfully, but still... ))
Asher's hackles were raised as he stood before the momentarily dazed dragon. He wasn't sure if the beast noticed, but he had been making eye contact with him for a while, or at least it had seemed that way. The golden hue of the scales reflected in his eyes and he was wondering how much longer he should stand idle while he had a chance to attack. Only about two minutes had past, but when in combat it felt like an eternity. Finally, he decided to attack.
Eight long claws and a set of razor sharp canines aimed themselves toward any part of the dragon's body. Asher's lean leg muscles were still clenched tight in anticipation of some sort of impact after pushing off hard from the ground. Now as he soared through the air, fur rippling and gutteral sounds tearing out of his mouth, his heart began to race futively. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins and everything in his eyesight became crystal clear. It was then that he realized his vulnerability in making his move.
Being in a state of moving more than eight feet above the ground limits one's abillity to dodge blows and do much of anything. If the dragon were to snap out of its stupor during his leap of faith, it might see its opportunity for extreme damage to its enemy. Asher hoped it stayed like that until he made contact.
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