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Post by Noro on Aug 13, 2009 10:58:31 GMT -5
Kisara's eyes narrowed and she removed her arm from the raven's head. Shifting her weight to her other leg, she folded her arms across her chest and fixed Chase into her stare.
"Oh really?" She was referring to the lack of satisfaction, but the rock that had become lodged into the tree was bothering her for some reason. She knew she was strange, but she had to do something about it in order to keep her sanity... or what's left of it.
Kisara ran swiftly to the tree, looking at it for all of a few seconds before acting. Then she twisted and roundhoused the tree with her right foot. Now standing so that her back was to the bark, she held out her hand and the rock fell with a plop into her palm, along with an assortment of leaves, twigs and other items of the sort. She walked back to the area where the reaper-boy and his bird were at.
She smiled crookedly and tossed the stone high into the air. When the rock began to descend again, she kicked it, farther than Chase had in the first place. A whistle cut through the air followed by the sound of a rather large crack. A few meters past the first tree, a sapling swung back and forth with the rock lodged perfectly in its middle.
"Yeah," Kisara said turning around, "I guess you don't see that everyday."
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Post by Person on Aug 13, 2009 11:35:49 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sorry that I used a golf club to achieve my means, because anybody can just kick at a rock and make it land in a tree," Chase said sarcastically as he ceased golfing with the ill-fitting weapon. "I would love to kick another rock into a tree--" Chase started, but was interrupted.
"Chase! This is unacceptable! First, you have be ensnared by his harpy, and now you use the divine tool handed down to you by your father as a golf club! Practice your necromancy, now!" Thanatos exclaimed. Anger erupted from him like lava from a Hawaiian volcano. Chase could tell that he had crossed a serious line when an identical eye appeared on his forehead, giving off just as much anger as the other two. He had seen that only once or twice before, and only in extreme situations; although, when he had seen it, it usually was followed by unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances. It was evident in the way that an ominous wind seemed to pick up in the area around the bird. In a freak series of otherworldly contortions, the bird was out of its chain prison and flying above Chase.
"But as you can see, I've got a little necromancy practice I have to do," Chase said with a nervous smile. He flipped his hood back up for no real reason than it added to the image before beginning.
He began to mutter something under his breath; although, it was clear that it was in a language far beyond English. A crack in the earth began forming in the center of the small clearing, with a eerie green glow and the putrid smell of rotting flesh both oozing out of the pore in the ground. A human hand made its way out of the hole, followed by a reanimated, chimerical horror. The new zombie seemed covered head to foot in rusted and old medieval armor. The only opening in the metal was on the back, where a mass of tentacles appeared and whipped around violently with sickly sounds. The knight's longsword was similar to the armor in that it seemed as if it would shatter any moment. The only remnant of its humanity was an old family crest on the front of the armor, mostly hidden by its rust.
"Oh, that would be what we in the biz call a win, my friend," Chase said to an invisible crowd in recognition of his deformed knight.
"Good, Master Chase. You are showing some serious signs of improvement," Thanatos said, seeming to calm down by his more relaxed tone of voice and the disappearance of his third eye.
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Post by Noro on Aug 13, 2009 12:39:29 GMT -5
Kisara looked at the thing Chase summoned out of the hole. "Can you get something a little better looking than that?" She wrinkled her nose. "Something that smells better, too, preferably." She didn't know much about necromancy, but she sure hoped all of it wasn't like this. She paced for a second, glaring at the being.
Kisara caught the raven in her peripheral vision and guessed that she should probably let him go. There was no point in keeping him there if he was still going to make noise. Yanking the chain down, she puffed out air discontentedly and settled to sit down on the forest floor. Several leaves crunched in reply. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about the creature in front of her that left made her unnerved. She fidgeted a little.
In any other circumstance, she probably wouldn't have gone ahead and gotten rid of the thing just for her comfort's sake, but it was really bothering her. Casting her eyes downward, she mumbled a few words under her breath. She was pretty sure it wasn't loud enough for Chase to hear, but she wasn't certain. The tune swung a little and ended.
Suddenly, the small space the three of them occupied reverberated with the sound of a large splintering crack. A short eerie creak cut through and seemingly stopped all sound at its appearance. Everything went quiet for a total of three excruciatingly long seconds. Kisara blinked. A limb about as thick around as her torso descended in an almost dreamlike way from the air above. It's lack of contact with its surroundings made it fall soundlessly. Reality slammed back into the world as the wood came down upon the armored being's head.
Kisara bit her lip to keep from smiling. The immense joy she had felt from performing that little act made her giddy. She felt lightheaded from the magic, but dispersed the trivial feeling with a mental wave of her hand. Part of her felt bad because Chase had clearly felt triumphant at the showing of the mutant and she had acted without a single thought towards his feelings. She could be a little callous, but maybe that came from growing up with an older brother. Maybe some social activity would clear that up.
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Post by Person on Aug 13, 2009 14:53:03 GMT -5
Chase had his back toward his creation. "Yes, Tony...yeah, that's good. So, Tony--" he said as he turned around, only to see the horror of a tree unfortunately targeting his creation. The only reaction he could muster was one of shock and horror.
There was a hard sound of wood slamming metal down onto the earth. The necromancer's knight lay on the ground. The head was outside the trunk that seemed to asymmetrically slice the body into two. It was quiet, but then, the sound of the sickly tentacles whipping became active again. The brown-green limbs pushed up the trunk, only a small bit and only for a moment, but long enough for the knight to crawl out with its one usable hand. When the knight was out from underneath the trunk, the tentacles wearily dropped the bark battler. It attempted to stand up upon one leg, the only one it could use.
If it had seemed grotesque before, it surely would have seemed even more so now. Pieces of his left arm side were either exposed, revealing rotting flesh with an even more rotting odor, or flattened to a thin sheet. It stood up, motionless and awaiting an order from Chase. The being, despite its current condition, seemed to function well on half of its limb count.
"You cannot kill this!" Chase yelled into the forest as he smacked his chest with his free fist.
Even the raven seemed to be slightly impressed with the creation. Even during a short stay, it was much better than the harmless deer that Chase had first summoned.
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Post by Noro on Aug 13, 2009 19:16:47 GMT -5
"Okay," Kisara sighed, "Maybe we cannot kill it, but how about rendering it harmless? For the most part at least." The words had barely escaped from her lips when she leaped up from her spot upon the ground and whipped the heavy chains around in a blurr. This was aimed towards the tentacles on his back, and if contact was made correctly, everything on top of the muscle should have come off. She lifted her arm above her head and brought it down again, aiming to remove his one useful arm. She snapped the chain back. For the last blow she spun, her weight dragging the metal up to a speed that caused it to become invisible. Kisara extended her arm out further and for the impact that would pull through several rotting layers of sinew and bone in Tony's neck. All of this was done back to back in a matter of a couple of seconds.
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Post by Person on Aug 13, 2009 19:44:06 GMT -5
The tentacles, being the only operating weapon that the knight possessed, fought for their right to exist ferociously. They whipped and whipped at the attacker as the body collapsed to the ground to avoid the initial attack. Being somewhere over five hundred years old, it could not move as fast to dodge the blow to the arm that shattered the rusted shoulder pad. The shoulder was removed from its natural position with a sickly wet POP that sent shivers even down Chase's spine. However, it was able to avoid the final blow with a tactful roll using what was left of its hips and its right leg, currently, the only usable, human limb.
While the creature was on its stomach, the mass of tentacles reached out at Kisara with mob-ferocity. Some aimed to strike the panther women with whipping motions, and others attempted to grab any part of Kisara that they get their slimy tentacles on.
A panther woman had once called Chase stupid, but this necromancer was smart enough to know when something was able to get under someone's skin. The tree obviously had not been a freak accident, but some magic conjured up by Kisara aimed at hurting the poor Tony. As if being reanimated into a mutilated human was not bad enough, now someone wanted to dismember it as well. Chase probably had enough juice in the tank in order for one more, identical summon to take place. It was a shame that he was horrible at recreation and that he was too busy reveling in his discovery.
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Post by Noro on Aug 13, 2009 20:29:04 GMT -5
((Short post, sorry.))
Knitting her brow, Kisara snarled at her failure. She waved her hands at the tentacles and put up a wall shaped force between them. She was a little too late, though and some of the sickly appendages fell on target. Several gashes appeared on her legs and she jumped back to prevent further damage. She swung the chains even faster so that they formed a fuzzy gray halo about her figure. Kisara weilded them so that it was impossible to tell where the next strike was coming from. Chink! The metal lashed out at the product of Chase's necromancy. Chink! Chink! Chink! She whipped the links about like it was necessary for her survival. Her teeth gritted and she was almost blinded by the sudden fury that had overcome her. From behind her blue eyes, she was seeing the world through a red haze. She had gotten into her violent state and she wasn't coming out of it until she saw victory.
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Post by Person on Aug 14, 2009 9:15:08 GMT -5
Crashes of hardened steel against rusted iron overtook the sounds of the forest. From the violent chain-whipping, several of the back tentacles were dismembered from the body. When separated from the reanimated body, they hissed and squirmed like a slimy, dying snake until movement ceased and the grass they were on was stained brown.
One of the whip movements crashed down against the knight's helmet. It seemed to stop for a moment as a large gash opened up in the back of the helm. After the silence, a new disturbing sound appeared, as instead of any kind of human or human-like head appeared, instead, a smaller mass of tentacles oozed our of the hole in the back of the helmet, almost identical to the ones that had appeared in the back in appearance and sound.
With the knights last sources of necromanced life, it squirmed and wriggled like a snake toward Kisara, pushing itself with its one usable leg and pulling itself with the tentacles in the back of its head. When it was near striking range, some of the tentacles began whipping and attempting to grab Kisara, while some of the others kept crawling toward her, aiming at using her as a post in order to climb up, and, hopefully, envelope in slimy appendages.
Chase, being a necromancer and thus not one to do his own fighting, was still watching, still impressed by Tony's desire to keep attacking and his longevity. He could not but keep thinking how this had to have been his most productive summon since he had started, and so was still enjoying the continued onslaught. Not because of any ill will toward Kisara, but because there was something utterly hypnotic about the way that the knight went about doing things. He could not help but be proud of his own handiwork.
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Post by Noro on Aug 14, 2009 11:03:31 GMT -5
An earsplitting roar escaped from Kisara as she ceased the chains for a moment. She crouched low to the ground, one hand palming it, the other holding the chain out behind her back. Her lips were pulled back in a snarl over teeth that seemed to have elongated and sharpened a bit. Her blue eyes were terrifying, glaring out from underneath the forest's dappled shadows. A loud hiss seeped from between her glittering teeth. Kisara's nails began to grow into a more feline shape as well, the feel of lethality coming from them being somewhat overwhelming.
The metal links whipped forward again. Chink! At the same time she clawed viciously at the tentacles reaching for her. A number of feral screams, each different in intensity, filled the already tense air. With her right hand, she continued throwing the links about, almost haphazardly. With her left hand, she raked out at anything that came near.
Kisara's short black hair was becoming tangled and her shirt was beginning to rip along the shoulder. She paid no heed to it. Her cargo pants were already ripped from where the tentacles has first snapped out at her legs. The wounds were dripping blood, but Kisara didn't seem to notice that either. Her fury was immense and completely uncontrollable. The growl in her throat only grew louder as she burned more energy.
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Post by Person on Aug 14, 2009 11:44:41 GMT -5
Tony, or Tony's body, now throughly dismembered and destroyed lay on the ground motionless. If it was possible for rotting flesh to smell even worse, then the re-killed knight had accomplished it. The smell, just like the creation, was disturbingly unnatural and worse than what it had been before. What had once been an abomination of nature now acted as a weed killer as the ground it was on became stained with an aberrant corpse.
A wise man had said never anger a panther with a chain, but obviously Chase had never met said sage. If he had, he would probably be having a civil (or close to civil) conversation instead of worrying if the panther thing would come after him next. Instead of waiting to become the next dismembered item on the menu, Chase acted while Tony was being dismembered, he began drawing a circle in a dirt patch with his scythe, followed by a strange series of symbols and lines that seemed all too familiar to Chase. Up until now, the young necromancer had only used the default blank soul in his abnormal abominations; however, desperate times called for desperate measures. A rune here and there, a special incantation in the exotic language, then a step back for good measure.
Where there had been a circle with mysterious symbols a hole had appeared, similar to the one that Tony had arrived from. The only difference from the previous hole was that the green in it had a more malice feel to it and the green glow had a strange, red tint.
An armored hand emerged from the hole, pulling up another knight, not so different from the now deceased (again) Tony. The helmet was a square helm, appearing more like a bucket with an eye slit than a protective piece of armor. This creation's armor seemed to be in better care, as rust did not dominate the entire coat. However, it stood taller and more stocky than did Tony, and in its hand it wielded a broadsword, longer than the previous knight's weapon. Even standing still, there was a sickly, squirming sound coming from the new knight. If one looked carefully through the darkness of the eye slit, it seemed as if something was continuously moving, and every now and again, a faint red glow emanated from the creature.
Chase new the dangers of a first-time Hell-bind, and so he proceeded to continually walk backwards until he was a safe distance away from the battle. He thought he had the symbols and binding incantation right, but it never hurt to take a safety precaution.
Either it saw Kisara first or it did not notice Chase, it was impossible to say for sure which one. Regardless, it moved toward Kisara much smoother than its counterpart had. When it came within the reach of its five-foot blade, it raised the sword over its helmet and came down with it, attempting to cleave Kisara in two.
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Post by Noro on Aug 14, 2009 12:20:15 GMT -5
Kisara's head snapped up just in time to see the blade coming for her. An unusually large rush of adrenaline pumped through her veins and made her reflexes even faster than before, and in her mind, slowing down the world around her significantly.
She had no idea where this new creature had come from but it did look a lot more normal than before. It was larger than Tony. It still had origins hinting at an ancient cemetary, but something about it made her like it a lot more. Maybe it was the lack of tentacles. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though the armored zombey was in the mood to talk. Which would probably explain why he was attempting to kill her.
Kisara ducked low and moved to the side just enough to get out of the way, but stayed close enough so that she could turn swiftly and swing her leg out to knock the knights feet out from underneath him. She wasn't sure how fast this new creation reacted so she had slipped her foot around her chain so that when she did kick out, even if she missed the chain would still wrap around his shins. If she was lucky, the bones would crack. If she wasn't he would only have a bit of a movement problem.
As she was doing this, the heavy sword's blade fell with a thud right next to her. She had misjudged the distance only by a few millimeters but it had cost her. Her foot was only a couple of inches away when the ancient metal sheared through the cloth covering her arm and thigh and took a good amount of skin off each, if only a thin layer. She yelped and drove her leg harder.
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Post by Person on Aug 14, 2009 20:41:06 GMT -5
The Hell-binded knight accepted the fall from Kisara's sweep, while still holding the broadsword perpendicular to it in the process. It hit the solid earth with a thud of metal on dirt and the clang of metal on metal. It had noticed the chain, and now hoped for the original attack to wrap around its broadsword and then turn this game of fastest attacker into the strongest competitor, a game it knew it could win. This knight was mechanical and calculating in its actions, unlike its previous counterpart whose battle plan had solely consisted upon charging with its whip like tentacles. This knight looked at opportunities, traded pros and cons, and attempted to exploit weaknesses in the opponent's strategy, namely, Kisara's anger. Because beyond the strategy, it only had one true goal, to defeat and/or kill the opponent, depending on the intent of its new master, the necromancer who had summoned it from the Underworld and freed it from its torment there.
Chase now drew closer, inch by inch, step by step, to the ensuing battle, growing ever more confident about his safety incantation with each motion forward. "So, despite the theme here, this count as practicing?" he asked the raven as he sat back and enjoyed the fruits of his labor.
"Well, you are showing improvement Master Chase," Thanatos responded. He failed to mention the slight pronunciation error Chase had used when binding the soul, however. The young necromancer would soon find out soon enough without the raven's help. It was not learning if it was always told to you. Somethings just had to be found out for oneself.
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Post by Noro on Aug 18, 2009 19:27:43 GMT -5
Kisara hissed as she heard Chase's bird speak again. His voice reminded her of their presence and while she quickly jumped back from the falled warrior, she flung her right arm hard in their direction. It had been bleeding profusively from the wound the ancient blade had caused. The glistening scarlett drops flew towards the two, threatening to stain them with the red.
She landed with her good leg tucked under her and her bad leg held out. Both of her palms were on the ground again. She surveyed the situation within the next second and leaped over the new monster high onto a branch about eight feet over his head. Her transformation back into a panther took place while she was in the air. She landed without a noise and jumped again into a branch even farther up and out of reach. Even in transformation, she still had her wounds and the red liquid continued falling heavily, having yet to cease.
The wiry muscles under her blood-slicked black coat bunched up as Kisara prepared to pounce down on the rotting person. She was expecting him to turn and do one of three possible things: Lift the blade and attempt to bring it into contact with her flesh in some way or form; catch her and try to strangle or land any amount of blows to her; or move out of the way and use her preoccupation with landing to strike out again. All of these, she was prepared for.
This beast was smarter than the last one. A bit slower physically, she noticed, but definitely smarter. She registered different aspects of his being in her mind while in freefall. She took in his height, the length of his blade, the way he moved, how his armor affected his movement, and the things surrounding both of them. Yes, she was prepared.
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Post by Person on Aug 19, 2009 8:30:14 GMT -5
The Hell-Bound Knight stood up from his missed opportunity, determined not to make one again. While the girl was busy with climbing and transforming, it stood up. The knight held its sword as to symmetrically cut it in half while he studied this new chance at victory. Because, its opponent's greatest asset had been speed, while its was strength. And now, brute strength could rear its head in this ersatz arena to show its superiority.
It threw the sword it held on the ground, far away from either of the combatants. It watched Kisara from underneath its helmet intently, like it was a panther stalking its prey. Because no longer was it a battle, but it was a calculated series of movements by both parties, and even if it was impossible for a dead soul to feel emotions of the living, it felt that it was going to win.
Then, the panther pounced on the knight. It accepted Kisara and plummeted down to the ground; but, it was not going down without putting into place its own strategy. So, when Kisara had pounced on it, it accepted the carmine and black panther with what seemed to be a hug at first; however, it attempted to lock its hands around the big cat. When the knight met the ground again, it attempted to lock its legs around the panther as well by hooking its feet into each other. Then, if all had gone according to plan, he would squeeze, tighter and tighter, less like a panther stalking its prey and more like a boa on the kill.
Chase was not expecting blood to be hurled at him, and so was taken aback when his face was stained with the maroon liquid. At first, he did not know what to think or how to react. So, his only reaction was his gaping jaw. When he came more to his senses, he attempted to wipe off the blood that spattered across his face with his hands, but that did little except spread the stain.
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Post by Noro on Sept 14, 2009 17:51:39 GMT -5
((Sorry for not being on for so long.... i was having a problem with my laptop so i was momentarily without a way of getting on the interenet, then a friend of mine fixed it so now i should be able to get on regularly! Yaaaay! ;D))
Kisara intuition flickered when she saw the knight's arms open in what looked like a friendly embrace to greet her fall. She snarled and extended her claws forward to a position where they sunk into the undead's hands and she forced her weight over so that she ended up flipping behind him, claws pulled out of his hands from the momentum of the move. She landed with a thud on the forest floor and turned around as quickly as possible. All of that had happened in less than ten seconds.
Haunches bundled, she leaped forward again for his back and landed, wrapping one paw around his throat in order to hook her claws so to decapitate him with one easy yank. The other paw she put in the air in order to swipe away any objecting limbs. Her mouth was also ajar, ready to bite. Her hind legs were digging into his back, prepared to jump if necessary, but hanging on with enough force to prevent being thrown off.
Kisara put pressure on the side of the knight's neck and tensed her muscles to begin the beheading move.
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