J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Nov 24, 2007 20:59:38 GMT -5
Jatza laughed, replying telepathically, I have no clue why you're fighting. But, if you want help, you could always ask. I'm not above helping people, you know. She stood. "Well, Damon, we meet again. May I inquire as to why you just threw knives at Estrik?" She said somewhat protectively.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 24, 2007 21:59:01 GMT -5
Well then, may you help me? he asked back telepathically. Sensing Damon turn from a person into some kind of whirlwind, he bent down and picked up his spear and seemed to almost want to take it head-on. But of course that would be stupid. He hopped out of the way a couple seconds before any contact would be made, heading over to Jatza. Then he did what every smart-ass would do in this situation, he spit into the tornado, again and again and again. It was actually kind of fun.
Estrik went over and began chipping rocks from the bridge, large, small, medium size. A true rainbow of sizes. Estrik's head and hands seemed to glow a blue aura as the rocks were hurled into the tornado, which had also gained a bluish aura. It was quite difficult when you couldn't see the rocks, he had just been using his ears to sense it. But as the telepathy encompassed the rocks, it was almost as if he could sense their present without any previous knowledge. "Well that was certainly strange," Estrik mumbled to himself.
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Junior
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Post by Creator on Nov 24, 2007 22:08:31 GMT -5
Damon kept moving, deflecting the spit and rocks with the wind that blew out from the tornado. Those too heavy to be deflected were spun around for a moment before flying out once more in a random direction. As he neared, he deemed it a waste of energy, and solidified once more. He didn't stop spinning, however, and performed a new set of hand signs. A cloud of toxic gas issued from his mouth, spiraling outward as he spun. "I call it the Black Spiral Technique, because I'm lame and think up names like that," he thought.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 24, 2007 22:19:25 GMT -5
"Lame indeed my friend," he telepathically responded. Estrik's head seemed to be everywhere at once, and truth be told, it kind of sucked. He had no clue as to what was going on until he took a small peek through Jatza and saw toxic gas spewing out from Damon as if it were exhaust. Estrik quickly pulled the headband he was using over his mouth, making it into more of an Old Western Bandanna. It was better than nothing. As Damon spun, Estrik did a spin of his own, going down on his knee and doing a sweep kick to the air, his leg lighting up blue yet again. This is going to hurt...him, Estrik thought to himself, although with this outburst of power he couldn't guarantee that his thoughts would stay all his own.
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Post by Creator on Nov 24, 2007 22:24:56 GMT -5
Damon couldn't quite hear the words, but he caught a feeling that he was being attacked, and stopped in time to accept the force of the kick. He flipped backwards into the thick cloud of poison, thinking quickly. A moment later a knife shot out from the cloud, missing by a mile and flying into the trees behind Estrik. 'Damn!' Damon thought. 'Missed him!'
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Post by demonfire on Nov 24, 2007 22:35:44 GMT -5
Estrik heard a knife lodge into a tree with a loud 'Thud'. By a mile indeed, his mind echoed throughout the field. "Now, don't make it any harder than it already is, Damon. You may be older, but I've got the priceless weapon of all warriors--whether they use it or not--on my side," he said, as if he expected Damon to raise the white flag. It would be nice, but he seriously doubted it would happen. Estrik thought he needed some way to cover up any thoughts he was having, seeing as they were echoing throughout the battlefield. Guns n Roses echoed throughout his mind, and with the rate things were going the entire battlefield, with 'Welcome to the Jungle'. Strange what random songs popped up when you are trying desperately hard to conceal your own thoughts.
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Post by Creator on Nov 24, 2007 22:39:52 GMT -5
Damon's thoughts flowed into Estrik's head, though they weren't really words. Just laughter, which seemed to grow excited with the music. "You know my favorite song!" he shouted with his mind, and another knife came toward him. But this time, it was from the trees, as if the first knife had turned around and come back. Then another, from the cloud once more, both aimed with precision this time. "Yeah, this is really getting me excited!"
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Post by demonfire on Nov 24, 2007 22:48:43 GMT -5
Is that so... he thought to himself as the mental jukebox switched from Guns n Roses to Dwight Yoakam echoed through his head. You couldn't get any more country than that twang. He assumed that a rocker like Damon wouldn't like the stereotypical country in which everyone and everything dies in some way, shape, or form. It was worth a shot. The one from the cloud was expected, as Estrik just encased it in the blue aura and watched it drop to the ground. However, the one from the trees caught him offguard, and he had just enough time to only send it slightly off course, from his head to just slicing his shoulder. Blood wasn't gushing as it usually happened in action moves, but a long cut was there. "Now my friend, where would you be now?"
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Post by Creator on Nov 24, 2007 22:51:48 GMT -5
"My mom loves country," he said, mentally smiling. "I like pretty much anything, though I'll admit this is slightly less invigorating." The knives poofed, smoke rushing back into the cloud, which was rapidly dissipating. "But that's all I needed." The tiny wound began to hiss, having released a burst of Damon's magic upon contact. It would now begin to pull him into a gaseous form, a rather slow and painful process. "Can we call this a draw?" he asked. "I only wanted to fight you to stall, and I've long since done that."
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Post by demonfire on Nov 24, 2007 22:59:44 GMT -5
"Draw? No. Postpone the battle to a yet unidentified time? Yes," Estrik said. He didn't like draws, you either won or lost, and Estrik still had an ace in the hole. A telekinetic collapse of the throat worked very well in life or death situations. The hissing hurt like hell, but the only sign on Estrik's face was him cringing and twitching as if he was withholding some all-powerful secret that needed to be shouted. "Now I'd suggest you release this gas stuff before we end up with two dead bodies here," Estrik said rather annoyed.
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Post by Creator on Nov 24, 2007 23:06:18 GMT -5
"If you insist," he said almost sadly, squinting. The smoke recollecting and shrinking the wound. "I'll just leave the magic in there... for a rainy day... well, sleep well, eat your vitamins, you know the drill," he said, blowing away in the wind.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 25, 2007 16:56:24 GMT -5
Estrik mumbled to himself as a pickle rained from the sky and fell into his hand. He tied the fabric around his mouth around his arm to stop the flow of the blood and the magic, and then used the tip of the spear to bleed himself. Black magic or whatever the hell it was oozed slowly like molasses out from the wound. Blood was puring out, even after he stopped, more than he wanted. Dizziness came on quickly as Estrik bit down upon the pickle, rather drunk-like. The wound sealed but Estrik collapsed, on the verge of unconsciousness. It sure was tiring loosing a ton of blood. He had barely enough strength to finish the pickle to at least try and kick-start and speed up the RBC creation process. Two million a second wasn't very much in the grand scheme of things. He flipped himself over as to 'look' at the sky, and another pickle dropped from the clouds into his mouth. He nibbled on it, but not that much. It fell to the side as he closed his eyes.
An hour later, Estrik awoke with a pounding headache, but glad that whatever smoke stuff was out of his system. He gathered his stuff and seemed to ignore Jatza as he walked towards some unknown destination.
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Nov 25, 2007 17:49:01 GMT -5
Jatza had fallen asleep, and didn't realize she was alone. When she woke up, everyone had left, and she decided to leave.
[[LOLZ. O.o]]
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