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Post by Person on Sept 15, 2009 14:19:42 GMT -5
((*Super Confetti Parade*))
Pain was an emotion long since shed from the zombie by hellfire and a lifetime of suffering. That was the reason why when its hands were dismembered beyond recognition the knight hardly batted an eye. Physically the knight could not keep up with Kisara's speed, causing him to be trapped in what some would say was checkmate.
Had Kisara been aware of what lurked beneath the helm, however, she might have rethought her strategy. From beneath the helmet, where Kisara was attempting to decapitate the knight, slithered out two tentacles eerily similar to the nightmare experienced with Tony. They got between a small space between Kisara's claws and the knight's neck like a rat squeezing underneath a door and attempted to wrap around the panther's wrist and push it away.
From out of the back of his helm, something sounded as if it were banging against the inside of the semi-rusted steel. After a moment or two of mysterious hits, a crack appeared in the metal, followed by a hole, and then followed by another tentacle, only this one was thicker, much slimier, and had visible rough patches on its surface. Moving slowly, the thick tentacle directed itself toward Kisara and attempting to grab any body part it could get its slimy (and most likely hooked) tentacle on.
Chase, now standing outside of blood-throwing distance, watched the battle unfold intently. He found himself wishing for a bowl of popcorn and a video camera, because this surely could be YouTube-worthy. Or at least a wet rag to wash off Kisara's blood from his face.
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Post by Noro on Sept 16, 2009 21:18:21 GMT -5
((*Astronomical hydroxifying emolient* You're just determined to win, aren't you?)) A yowl reverberated out of Kisara's wide open mouth into the forest around her, scattering wildlife miles around. She hissed at the tentacles that had so easily coaxed more of her precious life-sustaining body-fluids out of her in scarlet streams. She batted at the offending appendages with stunning ferocity while pummeling his backside with her hind legs. The overall move sent her careening backwards off of the knight, where she then twisted midfall to land right behind his knees. Once positioned, she rolled in order to trip him. A million things raced through Kisara's mind as she did this. A few included anger at having such a hard time defeating someone who was already dead. The other things might've ranged between a slight childish anger towards Chase and respect for being able to summon such a successful being. Not many things had the ability to hold her off for long and there was no doubt in her mind that, had the knight been actually alive, never having died before, it wouldn't have lasted long. But things weren't that way, and he was dead, and impossibly difficult to beat. Not that she was planning on giving up. She would just have to try harder.
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Post by Person on Sept 17, 2009 14:53:44 GMT -5
((Not win...>> <<))
Kisara's claws sliced away the smaller tentacles piece by piece as she batted them away. Each hit made it twitch and the other tentacle spasm, as if some remnant of pain still coursed through its decrepit veins. The metal on its back that had not been already pierced began to dent in as it staunchly defended the more tender areas beneath.
The knight hit the ground once again, echoing the same unique 'thud' heard before. A crack appeared in the bucket-helmet at the back, and then grew until it seemed to encompass the entire helm. Like a snake shedding skin that it grew out of, the helmet seemed to fall off of the knight's 'head', revealing not a skull or even something resembling that. Instead, tentacles squirmed and writhed and wriggled around a burning red nucleus. It was unclear where the tentacle-body stopped and the real body began.
With hands gone and feet unskilled, the knight relied on the tentacles as a last line of offense. The large one, which seemed to be shorter in comparison to the others, slowly moved as if hungry for meat. The other smaller ones slithered like boa constrictors for any piece of Kisara that they could manage to grab and drag in to the larger, more central, tentacle while the knight lay on the ground motionless.
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Post by Noro on Sept 17, 2009 15:44:35 GMT -5
The slithering tentacles inched closer and closer to Kisara, while her still bleeding wounds had caught up with her at the moment. She limped backwards from them, drenched in pain, trying to clear her head. They kept creeping nearer and she hissed threateningly.
Turning, Kisara did a quick, lurching clamber onto a nearby tree and hurriedly settled down, injured leg askew. Her blood trickled over the limb and dripped into a dark puddle on the forest floor below her. Kisara shook violently as she attempted to compose herself long enough to finish the battle. A deep feline growl filled the background and she finally stood on the limb, transforming back to human, and appeared chain in hand.
Lip drawn up in a slight grimace, she squeezed her eyes shut, swaying slightly, then jumped back towards the knight, brandishing the links yet again. The movements where not as precise, but still the same speed as before somehow. Kisara knew that she would hold out as best as she could, but afterwards the effect of exertion would take over and she would drop from fatigue. She just had to hold on a little longer.
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Post by Person on Sept 17, 2009 16:15:37 GMT -5
The tentacles that were not in attack swarmed around the burning ball where the knight's head should have been with defensive instinct. Because the knight knew that the chain was now inevitable, it raised the disfigured limbs he had once called hands in front of the makeshift head. The chain hit the arm guards of the metal, absorbing the brunt of the blow; however, the rest of the chain that was able to wrap around struck the side of the tentacle defense. Some of the tentacles took too much damage from the blurred chain and seemed to lose the life they had once had and fell limp. Thankfully for the knight, the squirming palisade defended what it was meant to.
After recovering from the blow, the knight propped itself on its forearms before standing up completely. The tentacles that were designating for offense now became frenzied like sharks with blood as they itched for the enemy. It was going to give the tentacles what they wanted.
In a very Tony-esque fashion the knight began to charge toward Kisara with tentacles whipping around. The tentacles that had once defended now lashed toward Kisara like the others, and the larger tentacle now became the singularity in a black-hole of disgusting appendages.
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Post by Noro on Sept 17, 2009 17:04:05 GMT -5
An involuntary gasp left Kisara's lips. She couldn't afford to get caught in another face to face clash. She scrambled back as fast as her smarting leg let her. With one hand she fended off the knight with her chains; with the other, she rummaged around in her pocket ferverishly, praying that she had some other weapon. Luck was with her.
With a triumphant shriek, Kisara pulled out a handful of shuriken; seven in all. They were personalized so that the blades that stuck out of them were several inches long. They were very large even when retracted. She quickly whipped them at the undead being and they whirled into blurrs. The edges of the blades were no longer visible.
The weapons were so lethal that Kisara wouldn't be surprised if they cut right through the rotting pile of flesh straight out to the other side. Two flew towards his neck, one to his head, three to his torso, and one towards his arm.
Kisara's knees buckled under her weight and she fell against a tree she had finally backed into, chain limp in her hand. Her eyes were bright and expectant as she watched the shurikens' progress.
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Post by Person on Sept 18, 2009 14:18:10 GMT -5
The shuriken collided with his body first, but the weapons were unfortunately lodged somewhere beneath the metal and decomposed flesh. Each shuriken that collided with the knight only helped to slow it down incrementally. The creature was still charging. Some of the tentacles clumped themsleves together to block the shurkien heading toward the face, blocking the thrown weapon but also losing any further usefulness in the process. One was blocked...then two. It had grown close to Kisara now, with only the large tentacle remaining active. It had thought it won.
But there was one more shuriken coming, and this one was heading toward the nucleus controlling the chimera knight. The bulky tentacle that remained was nowhere near quick enough to defend the head, and quickly the final shuriken ripped threw the makeshift brain. A horizontal hole appeared in the brain that slowly oozed a thick, almost gelatinous substance that could be presumed to be something similar to blood. The shuriken landed somewhere in the forest behind.
With the remaining forward momentum, the knight fell forward, uncomfortably close to Kisara. It appeared to rapidly age, first with the metal armor rusting and corroding and then with the ultimate decomposition of flesh and bone alike. It left behind the shuriken that had become lodged in its skin with a rusted exterior, almost like a parting gift from the knight.
"It's done? Aw man...I thought I would have won that one," Chase said disappointedly. It was tough to see one's creation, even if it was a zombie, violently mangled until re-death. He could imagine this was what kids who lost their goldfishes must have felt like.
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Post by Noro on Dec 15, 2009 19:05:13 GMT -5
Kisara collapsed on her good leg, cursing. She sank the rest of the way to the ground. Her body ached in a thousand places already. She moaned as she rolled over to face the canopies above her. She would retrieve her shuriken in a moment. They were very valuable to her and it wouldn't do to lose them. Her eyes moved to Chase's.
"If I weren't so exhausted right now, you'd be next," she mumbled half-heartedly. Though she thought he fought like a coward (he didn't have to do any of the actual fighting himself), she actually kind of liked him. Not that she would ever admit it.
Kisara breathed in and a sigh escaped from her lungs. The agony at the back of her throat was unbearable. She was desperately thirsty, but pride kept her from saying anything that made her look even weaker than she did now. That included admitting her need for water. Once she gathered her strength again, she would collect her stars and look for a stream. Until then, she would just have to lie there.
You know, this Chase guy's not too bad, she thought to herself absent-mindedly. That was more of a challenge than I've had in months. He deserves some props. A smile lighted upon her lips as she imagined actually complimenting someone.
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Post by Person on Dec 16, 2009 16:35:06 GMT -5
"Okay," Chase said as he rolled his eyes quickly. He moved from his removed position away from the carnage toward Kisara slowly, preparing to run if he needed to. Kisara had proven to be a capable--and slightly insane--opponent, and he had no real idea if she was really exhausted and done battling or she was just executing a possum strategy to catch Chase off guard. His survival instinct was strong.
"Hey, do you have a tissue or something? I would really like to get your blood off of my face," he said selfishly. Chase was furiously rubbing the drying blood with his fingers, only serving to rub the crimson dye deeper into his skin. It never occurred to him that Kisara had undergone much more corporeal punishment than he did, or maybe it did. Regardless, he was only concerned with cleaning himself up first.
"Master Chase! The poor girl is bleeding because of you and you have the nerve to ask her from something to clean yourself up with? The least you could do would be to offer to take her to the nurse," Thanatos exclaimed, flapping his feathers ferociously in anger. From his position on Chase's shoulder, Thanatos's wing reached Chase's mouth a few times, causing the young necromancer to spit out the avian germs onto the ground until his tongue was cracked and his throat was parched.
"Ah! Fine!" Chase yelled to the bird. He turned his attention back to Kisara and forced out the offer: "Do you need to go to the nurse or do you just want to rub dirt on those cuts?" It was slightly sarcastic because of its requirement, but somewhat sincere nonetheless.
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Post by Noro on Dec 16, 2009 18:46:11 GMT -5
((This is... a reason for broken wings!!! Ha, I love that song. =D))
Kisara laughed at his audacity and ignored the forced question. He was one rude bastard. Still, though, he continued to amuse her and she wondered why. It didn't make any sense.
She licked her dry lips and glared at him. "If I had a tissue, don't you think I'd be using it myself?" Kisara then proceeded to stand shakily to her feet. She had lost a lot of blood and even though most of the bleeding had stopped, her tremors still showed. She stalked off to collect her shuriken as well as she could on her hurt leg then paused to sniff around the small clearing. the freshest air that she could taste was to her right. She turned and followed the clean touch in her nose. Kisara didn't bother to see if Chase had followed her or if he had been paying attention to her at all, but a couple feet ahead there was a small brooke the edged its way forward to the river that she could tell was far ahead.
Because she was not alone, obviously, she couldn't clean up the way she had wanted to, but she was able to slide back into her panther form and tentatively wash her wounds with the combination of the water and her tongue. Kisara was stiff and sore all over, but she would live. She had gotten through worse.
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