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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 8, 2007 20:20:29 GMT -5
Ameratsu jumped airborne and she held the knife in her hand, her eyes sparked with the battle as she watched Darishan and just now noticed the people watching and laughed- not much to see here really. She twisted her body midair so her feet were upwards and when they landed on the barrier she propelled herself forewards towards Darishan for another attack and she anticipated the next movements of her opponent.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2007 20:33:41 GMT -5
A few graceful sidesteps out of her path and Darishan considered for a second his choice. The poison was beginning a horrible burning sensation throughout him, but pain only made him stronger. Using an attack that would weaken him, the crimson-haired Necromancer tore the outer layer of his aura and hardened it into so-many shards. They seemed to disappear at the force he sent them out at the girl and dragon, a horizontal hail razor-sharp.
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2007 20:39:13 GMT -5
Cecil moved out of the way from Darishan's attack. "Well, I need to get over behind her! Damit! But then Drgonboy's got me cornered! Wait... what if I go here..." he thought to himself, noting to Kuma that the order was still in play. Kuma, now on the ground, raced towards the Neocramancer opponent, trying to at least get a fang of two into her skin.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 8, 2007 20:45:38 GMT -5
Ameratsu's arm swung backwards and from a pocket that was precariously placed on her back she withdrew another gem which she held in front of her and it gave out a thin light pink sheet that blocked the shards, "Come on, I have something for every situation." she said with a laugh as she skidded on the ground. She then jumped foreward at Darishan and she slashed at him again without a moment's hesitation, if the Kuma, or whatever it was called attacked her it'd come dangerously close to Darishan as well so that if she dodged it there'd be a risk of Cecil giving damage to his own teammate.
The shards stuck into Renjiro like thorns but he seemed not to notice them due to the pill, he didn't care at the moment as seeing that they didn't bring pain. He dove down at Cecil, this time- finally with intent to damage. His claws shone in the light as he drew ever closer to the other with a malicious smile as flames spiked onto them at the last moments, his red toungue lolling within the massive jaws as the arm swung at Cecil.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2007 20:53:15 GMT -5
Darishan was ready for her this time and blocked it smoothly his his dagger. He feinted trying to sidestep and slash her but really pushed her with his bad arm (eh, she was bloody already anyway) and knee towards Cecil's beast. The poison's burn didn't lessen, and he knew his time was waning.
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Zet entered the stadium, taking in the presence of students, guests, and teachers around the arena with blindfolded eyes. The drow sighed, went to a seat, but did not sit down. He stood straight, his eyes darting with the battle's movements beneath the cloth. The sun was too bright for him to see without it. "Oh Cecil," he sighed. "Get with it."
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2007 21:16:38 GMT -5
In a sudden poof on the balcony of the seating, Dali stood straight up, and watched his little brother fight. And although it amused him, he had a spark of another intrest in something else of the field. The boy. As he watched the Neocramancer fight as well. "The boy's good. He takes on another one of his kind, who is a higher level, and has gotten the poison from Cecil's dagger in his system. Yet, he continues to fight like it's not even there....." Dali thought, keeping his eyes on Darishan and his 'pitiful' brother. He suddenly felt a stronger presence next to him, and turned to his side. Cecil threw a couple daggers that were more dull and a little more blunt then his good one. He attached them to a fire seal andset them off.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2007 21:25:55 GMT -5
Zet felt eyes on him and turned, his blank slightly-frowning expression meeting Dali's calculating one. He idly pulled on two gloves with serrated knives on the knuckles and looked back at the battle. Without looking up, he spoke. "Fancy meeting you here."
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2007 21:40:09 GMT -5
"You assume to much Master Zet," Dali replied as he turned back to the boy and his brother. "I'm just hear to watch, not to fool around aimlessly." Dali's eyes were exactly like Cecil's. Dark and decieving, however, Dali wasn't lying at all this time. "Let me ask you something," Dali replied, in a slightly raspy voice which made him sound odder then he already was in many people's eyes. "Has my brother been doing well in this place?" Dali seemed like he actually cared, but maybe it was just a bluff. He looked back at Zet for only a moment and smirked.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2007 21:47:46 GMT -5
"An average student. He tries hard. His progress is nothing compared to yours when you were my student," Zet replied, and a mysterious trace of a smile touched his face. "What have you been up to Dali?" he asked suddenly, though his voice was still as calm. "You terrorize your brother without shame, a wisp in the night. Don't you want to give him a fair chance when the time comes?" Zet asked, running a gloved hand through the large spikes of his hair and glancing at him slyly. In the language of Zet-- 'Are you too cowardly to give him peace to grow?'
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2007 21:59:09 GMT -5
An unseen smile that hadn't been there since he was 'brotherly' to Cecil somehow managed to slip onto his face. "One more thing," Dali asked, "Who's the kid on my borther's team?" The more Dali watched this boy, the more interested he became in him. "And to answer the question, I won't be around much longer after today," he replied just as sharp a remark as Zet's.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2007 22:12:27 GMT -5
Zet's eyes were troubled under the blindfold, and he answered slowly. "Darishan, a distant student that's been here a while, though he strives to avoid attention. You're thinking of something Dali," he stated bluntly.
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2007 22:16:19 GMT -5
"Wouldn't you like to know Master Zet," Dali replied slyly and added one more thing to it. "I'll have to be introduced to him soon, hm?" With that, the brother of Cecil vanished with a small and short echoed laugh.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2007 22:21:54 GMT -5
Zet then said a few sharp oaths not meant for the ears of children or even adults (elf curses tend to be a biiiiit more specific than human ones) and disappeared as well in a puff of smoke. Dali wouldn't escape this time. Death awaited him.
(Sorry for all the text Lizzy-sama. ^^' It's all very necessary for things later on.)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 9, 2007 7:44:31 GMT -5
(I still cant poast for Renjiro till Cecil posts in the battle... and don't worry about the posts, I enjoyed reading them... besides I've had an agenda of my own with this battle... *sneaky* *sneaky*)
Ameratsu let herself flow with Darishan's parry of the attack which brought herself close to the receiving end of another attack, she shifted her weight somewhat so as to bring her body back and away from the blow, she was enduring the pain of her injuries. It was a reminder to her to remain careful and it kept her sharp, she thought Renjiro was being a fool to use the pills but hey- she couldn't change anything now. "Bye the way Darishan." She said with a laugh, "I hope you understand that Nekomata's gain their abilities when they have reached the age of ten, I've had my powers for four years now." She smirked as she jabbed the knife at Darishan in hopes of making contact.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 9, 2007 15:21:37 GMT -5
Darishan grimaced, still managing to dodge the knife with some grace, though his knees were buckling uncertainly. Vision blurred... focused. Focus was vital. Then it was it; he had reached the end of his endurance. Cecil's poison had won. Darishan wondered idly in the last few moments of consciousness if his opponent realized she was not fighting the same person as she had been before her Leviathan's gaze... most likely not. The cool floor came up to meet him, though it did little to quell the fire inside his veins. Glaring up at her he closed his eyes.
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