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Post by Creator on Feb 13, 2008 22:45:15 GMT -5
Damon waited, standing up straight and assuming an expressionless look on his face as he crossed his arms. The illusory kunai had faded when Dimor disappeared, and he returned the actual knife to a pocket inside his coat. "So. You're done playing around." The ends of his headband whipped behind him in the wind as he stared down Dimor's attack, contemplating his next move. 'I'd rather not use the body flicker again. No need to drain too much chakra. It may be a homing attack, so I don't want to risk an attempt at dodging to the side...' As he thought, the flames came and rushed past, blurring him from sight. But he was no longer visible afterward, completely out of sight. After a few seconds, a circle of ground faded into purple ooze about ten yards to the side, and Damon rose up. He stepped forward to allow the ground to harden once more, and looked at Dimor. "Right. Might as well play it safe." He began a long series of hand signs, assuming that Eithne would buy him enough time to complete it.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 14, 2008 17:44:48 GMT -5
Eithne, still not taking the battle seriously, dodged to the side, a sweeping graceful arch of motion and she shook her head, "You think I take such things to fear, Dimor?" Eithne sounded joyous in the tones of her voice, her silver eyes glinted with excitement, merriment with such a wonderful game. Her body moving not just out of the way, but towards Dimor as well, "Make your attack follow me! Chase me, you fool!" She commanded Dimor, her voice raised to the heavens as she spoke, the heavens that would forever look down on her, for she was a vampire.
Her movement swift and silent, barely visible and she shone light at Dimor, not a steady bright light, but flashing light which was known to be far more disorienting. She made a straight charge to Dimor, atleast that was what it seemed to be, in reality she was making zig-zag patterns as she ran, making her a harder target to hit, you couldn't see the pattern due to her speed, though and so she ran, and at the last moment she brought herself around behind Dimor, her knee brought up and she intended to knee him in the back, perhaps paralyzing her opponeny from the waist down, but Eithne didn't want to do anything necessarily lethal.
Then again, Eithne's definition of a 'lethal attack' was far different from the average person's take on the word.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 14, 2008 18:01:50 GMT -5
There was a low growl-like noise of frustration which, apparently, had come from Dimor because his movements were more erratic and held a fiercer grace than before. His arms recoiled and the flames all at once seemed to be called back to him as his fist closed. Sidestepping out of the path of Eithne's knee and without missing a step, the Drow engaged in a rapid spin. A ring of black fire, ranging at justing about waist level, shot out from around Dimor's body; something one would either have to jump over or duck under to avoid. Not even half a moment after the shadowy fire left the Drow's being, the ground also rippled out in a violent wave-like motion; now one could only jump to avoid getting hit by either attack. With dangerous fluidity, Yukemrin solidified in his hand and was quickly thrown straight toward Damon. "Dossta ssussun orn elgg dos."
((Last thing= "Your light will kill you."))
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Post by Creator on Feb 14, 2008 18:39:06 GMT -5
Damon's hands moved in a blur, using speed only attainable by quite a bit of practice to finish the jutsu. He finally locked in the last hand sign and smoke issued up around him, just before Yukemrin whipped through the cloud. The smoke cleared, revealing a crouched Damon, who then stood. "Ninja Art - Nine Lives Jutsu." He took off, dashing toward Dimor as six black and red kunai formed in his hands, resting in between his clenched fingers. Berstunic's small form glided overhead, not paying too much attention to the battle. "If you keep using all these 'ninja arts', you'll burn up all your energy again." "You'll see. He won't be able to kill me fast enough to keep my energy down." With a leap that took him up and over the flames, Damon swung his arms out, sending the kunai down toward Dimor. With any luck, he would just nick him, enabling him to bring Dimor into smoke form far more easily and thus end the battle.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 14, 2008 19:29:01 GMT -5
Eithne didn't dive down, nor did she jump- she stood there, the full blast of the attack coming at her, she closed her eyes and as the flames came, her hair didn't burn and only the slightest redness came over her skin and it healed, as the shockwave came something more dramatic happened- Eithne's legs cracked from the force and she fell to her knees, still smiling. She didn't seem to mind the pain she felt, it was a minor problem.
Her legs began to shift, realligning themselves to a more healthy shape, and then Eithne stood. The bones in her legs had formed to blood after they had broken and reformed as bone, an impossible thing, seemingly but Eithne was able to do it thanks to what she had consumed. The blood of Helen, whom had fed from Valentine. A beautiful chain of cannibalism that granted Eithne the strengths of both vampires. During the battle, Dimor was already struggling it seemed, pushing his powers to thier limits it seemed and showing his cards- and Eithne was still just messing around.
Eithne came to her feet, nimbly moving from one peice of torn earth to the next, slipping Aurora into it's sheath on her back, she wanted to fight hand to hand, she wanted to get close to her opponent, hear his heartbeat, feel his breath in the air and smell fear when the half-drow tasted it in his thoughts. She was really having a good time here. She rushed up to Dimor's side, standing behind her opponent and reaching a hand over Dimor's shoulder, intent to wrap her arm around Dimor's throat- an easy hold, but a weak one- unless Eithne made the neccesary adjustments. She moved her other hand to make it's way under Dimor's other arm to hold it still and she lowered herself, the intention to throw Dimor off balance and render him utterly helpless. "Please, child. It would be in your best interest to back down now before you pay a price for this battle that you might regret." She warned, her voice cold.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 14, 2008 23:44:59 GMT -5
Dimor glared at Damon's kunai as they came whizzing toward him. For the Drow, projectiles were easy enough to deal with, but right now, they were just so irritating. His left arm flew up from his side; somehow deflecting any of the blades that he felt had come too close to him. From a distance, it looked as though Dimor was using nothing but his arm, but this was obviously not true. The culprit was Dimor's arm bracer; a lovely piece of nearly undetectable, lightweight armor. Just as the last of the 'too-close-for-comfort' kunai was swatted away, Eithne had come up behind Dimor, who was too distracted to react initially. However, he did manage to maintain balance enough to brace himself upright. After a short moment of being absolutely still, Dimor reached up smoothly with one gloved hand and gripped the arm that was around his neck. It wasn't a viscious 'I'm-going-to-rip-your-arm-off' hold, but it was firm. "Gaer zhah nau bwael lu’verin, dalhar." The Drow tilted his head only slightly, just enough to see Eithne from the corner of his eye. "Only those who were meant to succeed, and those who were born to fail. There is no price too great for power." The grip on Eithne's arm tightened just the slightest bit and very suddenly, with no apparent gesture or command, a sharp tendril of darkness shot up just in front of Dimor and then curved into him. The pointed column of shadow pierced through the Drow's abdomen, going straight through in search of Eithne's.
Dark mist rippled around the area where Dimor had been impaled. Hm... apparently these were Dimor's special shadows; ones that no one could control and were basically a part of him. They had gone straight through the Elementalist without injury.
((Gaer zhah nau bwael lu’verin, dalhar=There is no good and evil, child))
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Post by Creator on Feb 15, 2008 8:11:31 GMT -5
Damon landed softly nearby and held out a hand, the kunai forming into smoke and racing back to solidify in his hand. He frowned as Eithne grabbed Dimor, assuming that the boy would simply fade away into the shadows and be done with it. But it seemed he had turned the attack around on her, not that it would matter with her ability to heal. Although, that very healing ability gave Damon the chance to use attacks without worrying about her. He fished through his pockets and turned so the others couldn't see, not that they would care much at the moment.
He turned back around and threw the light kunai in one movement, though rather than aiming for Dimor, the knife stuck into the ground just before him. A piece of paper dangling from the end began to fizzle as the kunai itself faded back into smoke, zipping back toward Damon as the paper began to smoke. A moment later, the paper went off like a bomb. Damon watched from afar, a bit surprised. "I didn't figure explosive tags packed that much of a punch. Wish I had more than one... He caught the returning kunai and stuffed it into his pouch, waiting for the smoke to clear.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 17, 2008 0:38:37 GMT -5
Eithne kept Dimor in a chokehold, a smile on her face as the attack came, firstly there was the deal with her jacket- it couldn't be penetrated, which actually made it quite the raincoat. Anyways- back on topic. The jacket also made it nice because she couldn't be cut through it but just in case, underneath her jacket something odd happened to her flesh and it parted away from where the blow was to meet, so that even if somehow it would peirce the jacket, it wouldn't cause damage to herself because she wouldn't be there to take previously mentioned 'damage.'
"Don't think you know all the angles, and don't think this has anything to do with delusions of 'good and evil,' either." she whispered to him. A wicked expression on her face before she released Dimor, and began walking away. She was paying enough attention to know if Dimor was going to attempt another attack, but to be honest- she really didn't care. Atleast not anymore.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 17, 2008 1:15:49 GMT -5
Dimor's eyes narrowed on the kunai for only a moment before his head shot over his shoulder to Eithne as she spoke. There was an odd glint of something in his white eyes just as the vampiress released him, and it seemed he wouldn't be ready for the kunai's explosion. Which he really wasn't. Realization hitting him like a stone wall, the Drow turned just as the tag exploded. There was a violent yell of pain as Dimor went skidding along the ground, straight for the edge of the platform. After one suspenseful moment, he came to rest with his back just barely grazing over the edge of the stone, small pebbles crumbling away to fall into oblivion. He lay on his side, head craned down toward his chest and arms splayed out in front of him. Dust and smoke settled around him, and soon enough his deep, slow breathes could be heard. With a low growl-like noise, Dimor rolled onto his hands and knees, still very shaken from the explosion. Something dark in color dripped onto the ground and he glared at it like it was the most vile thing in the world. "Ussta vlos..."
One leg at a time, the Drow, somewhat forcefully, got to his feet, head still lowered and hair covering his eyes. His breathing was shaky and racked his shoulders with each inhale. Another dark droplet splattered to the ground just as he tilted his head up to glare at Damon. The slice on his forehead, just over his eye where he had slammed to the ground, was very visible now; it oozed freely, revealing blood that was so dark red it was almost black. "My blood..."
((Ussta vlos=My blood))
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Post by Creator on Feb 17, 2008 1:24:53 GMT -5
"So you have some after all. You're so pale, I was beginning to wonder." Damon laughed slightly, then sighed, letting his shoulders sink. "I'm telling you, you're not going to get anywhere like this. You're already hurt, and I'm no doctor, but it doesn't look like it feels very pleasant either. Now..." Another Damon appeared next to Dimor in a puff of smoke, holding a kunai to his throat. "Go back to the school, and get yourself treated. Then, I want you to train with me. If I can teach you a thing or two, you'll get leaps and bounds stronger." Both Damons grinned and spoke in unison. "What do you say?"
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 17, 2008 1:43:16 GMT -5
Dimor's fists clenched tightly at his sides, arms quivering with the tension in his muscles. He didn't even bother looking back at the Damon behind him, and simply continued to glare straight at the other Damon. Had he just... told Dimor what to do? Did he plan to teach him? Wow... two things that made Dimor extremely pissy. After a moment or two of saying nothing, the Drow spoke with such acidity and spite, it was amazing the ground his words fell upon didn't sizzle away. "I say you're a fool." Dimor didn't need to be treated, or taught, or shown any form of pity. And besides, even if he thought that the training thing was an excellent way to benefit his future ambitions, there was no way he'd tell that to Damon; especially not under current circumstances. The blood slid down the side of his face and partway along his jaw before finding purchase and dripping straight to the ground.He utterly despised this and turned his glare down onto the spots of blood. Dimor could feel the cool metal of Damon's blade against his throat, but seemed completely disinterested in its existence. Actually,none of them should even be in this position. Damon should have slit his throat as soon as he saw the chance. What was with this... this mercy crap?
"If you believe that any of this will save your life in the future, boy, you are grossly mistaken." Dimor still thought that Damon, and even Eithne, if she could be tamed, had excellent use, but he didn't plan on leaving anyone alive once his business here was done.
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Post by Creator on Feb 17, 2008 2:00:20 GMT -5
Damon laughed, his voice still mildly distorted by his mask. The second Damon stepped back and vanished, to await his purpose. Meanwhile, the first Damon began to step forward. "I'm a fool. What an insolent little creature you are. You would almost be taken seriously, if only you didn't let your pride get in the way. You think you're too good for everything... too good to stoop to the level of an eighteen-year-old pure-human sack of crap that could kill you whenever he feels like it. Too cocky to admit that there's any way for you to improve. Let me explain things to you." He held a hand out, smoke swirling and forming Soul Punisher. "You suck. You're a joke, and you'll never catch up to me and Eithne. You're always going to be eating our dust, no matter how hard you try. You're never going to get all of the Rings of Lloth, not as long as I have one. You are not, and never will be, capable of killing me, but you're too deep into your own self-worship to realize that. And even when someone shows you mercy, when someone offers to help improve the very person who wants to kill them someday, you turn away, incapable of putting your pride on the shelf long enough to realize that you could become more skilled than you thought. People like you... people who think that they're better than others for any reason..." As he said "any", his body erupted into glowing white and purple plasma that scorched the ground as he continued his approach. "...bring me dangerously close to forgetting my respect for life and killing you." Purple lightning crackled through his blade, almost like a warning. "If you want to kill me, do it now, because I'm starting to get really pissed off here."
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 17, 2008 2:27:42 GMT -5
Dimor stood rigidly and silently as Damon lectured about his 'insolence'. Oddly enough, the Drow's fists actually unclenched, as if Damon's ranting was making him a bit more relaxed and not so infuriated. It was just toward the second half of the second part that Dimor's anger returned in all its fiery glory. Both rings flashed quickly in their own respective colors, though nothing seemed to happen. He had been just about to take a step toward Damon, but immediately recoiled when the ninja burst into that vile light. He raised one arm up to partially shield his eyes and took a step backward and away from Damon. This actually made him step over the ledge, but apparently his rings had done some good because a small shelf of earth jutted out from the platform to form under his foot and support him. There's was another low growl-like noise as Yukemrin solidified in his other hand. "I don't have to think I'm better. And it would be more of a loss than anything gained if you were to die now." Dimor threw his shadow blade straight into the ground between Damon and himself, and immediately a wall of black flames shot up like barrier. With this in place, Dimor no longer had to shield his eyes and could step forward once again. "You have no respect for life. I saw how you went after that girl with wings and her blind companion. Even if you have destroyed whatever darkness was within you, you won't ever truly escape it. Darkness is everywhere. The more light that surrounds you, the longer your shadows become. You were and always will be a creature who goes out of its way to see others die." Dimor's voice had a slight rasp to it after everything that had happened, and his body wouldn't let him stand so straight anymore. Though he would never stop going on, his body would hold him back.
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Post by Creator on Feb 17, 2008 2:37:59 GMT -5
Damon smirked. "If you're right, you're about to die. If you're wrong, you suck. Either way, I win." He moved like a bolt of lightning, now hovering in the air behind Dimor. He bolted forward, using himself as an electric-hot attack. Meanwhile, a second Damon appeared on solid ground, summoning Soul Punisher to his side. The normal, solid Damon spoke. "As long as I have my plasma-related abilities, I will have some darkness in me. It's just a matter of being able to control that darkness and use it when necessary." His eye changed to red and white, showing that he was using his Tamashigan. "You're steadily declining; your only viable options are to either run away or accept my offer."
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 17, 2008 2:48:21 GMT -5
Dimor, slower to react because of his head injury and overall physical state, was in no way prepared for Damon's attack. He only had time to turn his head just enough to see Damon coming before being slammed into and sent skidding forward. The wall of flame dissipated just before he went through it and crumpled hard onto his hands and knees. Damn, plasma sucked something awful. His gloved fingers clawed and dug into the ground as a wave of searing pain shot along his spine and through his body. There was a deep throated yell that was cut off sharply out of spite and Dimor's eyes were wrenched closed. His breathing became more erratic as his body convulsed as a result of the direct hit with Damon electrifying attack. He only managed to struggle onto one knee tucked tightly against his chest before he could move no further. White eyes now open, Dimor glared hard up at Damon. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and broken, though still quite venomous. "I do not know how to run away."
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