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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 11, 2007 18:18:19 GMT -5
Eithne shook her head, she could feel the superimposed thoughts and she shook her head, 'Estrik... you're a son of a bitch... she thought angrily. She could feel what she had to admit was a rather unrational anger towards Velox, she hated the guy- but she wasn't too terribly angry at him... atleast she knew, not on her own accord. She recognised that Estrik was trying to use her like a weapon in this battle- to make her take out Velox, to defend Estrik... and this knowlege fueled anger towards Estrik for such treatment.
Her mind grew fuzzy- Estrik's doing. and she fealt everything shift... Alysdair seemed no longer important... as if everything that had happened in her life was completely Velox's fault. There he was and Eithne hated herself now, as well... because she knew it wasn't true but there was the overpowering feeling of uncaring about such trivial things. 'dammit...' her thoughts angry with herself for this. She knew what was happening and she began blocking out the imposed memories. She shook her head trying to clear her mind 'Estrik... I'm going to fucking kill you.' she was narrowing her eyes as she watched the battle, her hand tightly wrapped around the grip of Aurora but she didn't move at all to attack either of them, neither Estrik, nor Velox.
She wasn't going to attack either of them, she'd wait for them to beat each other up...
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Post by Velox Sicarius on Sept 12, 2007 16:02:05 GMT -5
Velox moved his head slightly to the side and then turned towards Ryu trying to catch the living spear in his mouth, ignoring the cold that would be cancled out by his flame, but at the same time burn out his flame as well. He was determined to get rid of this beast, but he was just unsure of how. Neither him or ryu had a distigunished advantage over the other except for the fire and ice which they kept matching each other in strength of it.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 12, 2007 16:13:42 GMT -5
The water dragon's icy spear retreated into it's frozen exterior, only to transform into two spikes, one for the roof and bottom of Velox's mouth. The dragon's eyes were now visible, and they lit up with an even more intense fire than before, in fact, the armor even began to get somewhat colder, ironically because of Ryumizu's fiery rage, and the once light blue became pure white, glistening with the fire radiating from Velox's hide. Steam began emanating from the battle scene, even though the fire and ice were not directly touching.
The whole conflict between Ryumizu and Velox gave Estrik the strange idea of a poem he heard somewhere, one describing fire and ice. Although as opposed to the poem, in this battle, the heated anger and fiery hate were portrayed as the ice, and the cold hatred as the fire.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 12, 2007 16:53:08 GMT -5
"Get up, Estrik." Eithne telepathically demanded, her mental voice still void of emotion as she walked towards him, her red eyes narrowed with disdain in the darkness, though she knew his location just fine- as he was likely to know her's. An odd thing thoguh that Eithne had noticed when looking at herself with the odd sight was that she was an offset color from the other people, she was like a deep purple hue when it showed life... apparently the undead- such as vampires... were a little different.
The sword in her hands was still light, as always and Eithne prepared to use it- but Estrik had to get up first, she was going to fight him fair and square, no summons... no magic... and Estrik could use his weapons if he wished... or even better... this could become hand to hand... "Stand and stop being such a coward."
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Post by demonfire on Sept 12, 2007 19:57:41 GMT -5
Fine, we'll do this hand to hand then, Estrik telepathically responded. Estrik was now angry, at the fact that Eithne had tried to sacrifice him to a giant snake, it was expected, though, but it still pissed him off. Some say the world will end in fire, Some say ice, he thought to himself. It was almost like in this battle, he and Ryumizu were one in the same, both a burning fire, feeding off his own anger, while Eithne was emotionally cold, breathing hatred. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire, but if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, To say that for destruction ice, Is also great, And would suffice. That's what it means, he thought to himself. To anyone who also came to that same train of thought, it would seem like they were acting out Robert Frost's prediction.
Estrik assumed his fighting stance, his right hand up by his ear, guarding the face, and the left down by his chin to guard that and his body. He turned sideways, both legs mimicking the other in perfect balance. He began to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet, loosening up himself, and getting light on his feet.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 14, 2007 15:19:14 GMT -5
Eithne raised an eyebrow, though the gesture was bound to be lost to Estrik and she slid the large sword into it's series of buckles that kept it on her back as her willowy figure prepared for battle, "All's fair in love and war, I hope you'll understand the blood." the mental voice still calm, collected, emotionless, and utterly scary in it's manner and tone, to be honest.
She stood simply, taking no stance against Estrik as she watched him to see him make a move first. She had vampiric reflexes on her side as well as her strength... but she wanted to see what this Estrik person really did have here. Her bright red eyes were shimmering and somewhat opalescent with a dark shimmer in them, her ebon hair pulled back and away from her face as she watched Estrik attentively. "I'm waiting..." there was a hint of either playfulness, or mockery in the mental tone- it was impossible to tell, though.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 14, 2007 15:47:34 GMT -5
The only good thing about Croatoan inside him was the fact that he gained some of the physical advantages of a demon, although not to their fullest extent. Bouncing up on his feet, his long, dirty-blond hair flopped around in the air, and his vibrant red eyes showed something that was probably a direct result of his demon, a lust for combat. "Well, most is fair in love and war, sadly, that would have fallen under the category of most," Estrik said. He paced his breathing as he readied himself, eventually getting into a comfortable pace in his bounces.
If he wanted to have any hope of beating Eithne, he would have to play his cards right, give some combo's that were pretty hard to dodge. Estrik thought about seeing how well a salient fighting style would work, before he tried anything else. He slowly inched his way towards Eithne, putting himself just outside of her reach, and then proceeded with an Audubon, a jump spinning back round kick, to Eithne's stomach, and then used the same momentum for a jump spinning back hook kick to her face, one that would hit the other side of her body. He landed down on both feet, bending down with his knees to regain his stability, before returning to his fighting stance and then moving his front foot to his back, and then moving his back foot backwards to try and get out of Eithne's striking distance.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 14, 2007 17:25:19 GMT -5
((I don't know why... but this song reminds me of Eithne when she fights... because her spirit certainly shows when she does... and this song accurately protrays her form of battle in some odd way... youtube.com/watch?v=TSwaVvF7rdU just listen to it and the tune and how it flows, idk)) Eithne glided backwards and out of harm with a sense of grace that would have been comparable to that of a dancer's. She flitted with ease around any fragments of the attacks that reached any harmful distance to her or had the possibility of reaching. She now curtsied to her opponent politely, her small feet tapped on the floor as her red eyes watched attentively, Eithne was certainly going to have fun with this... "Come on then- you need to be a bit more bold about this." she tutored as she caught the scent of her opponent in the darkness, it wasn't so much of a problem now... though she would have prefferred to have had more to drink previously, but she was used to the hunger. She slid one foot afore her upon the smooth earth, one foot at a right angle to the first, firmly behind her as one hand was raised at chest level, her second almost mockingly placed behind her back. Then, faster than the eye could follow she darted towards Estrik, playing accross her face was a look of sheer, malicious joy as she glided towards him like a ghost over the ocean. She ran to the left, running around him as if to come at him from behing but at the same blinding speed she veered dangerously sharp the the right and her pale, sweet hands placed themselves on Estrik- one on one of his wrists, another embedded itself into his gut fiercely. She pulled him foreward, pressing her hand into his stomach and closer for more deadly manuevers as she hissed in his ear... her eyes narrowed with the utterly desireable rush of battle, she could clearly hear Estrik's heartbeat and it was like a drug to sharpen her senses, her mind moved quickly and her mind forced barriers up, "Fasten your seatbelt." she warned. Her fighting was elegant and graceful, terrifying and unearthly so- like an archangel come to earth to rid you of life.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 16, 2007 16:21:36 GMT -5
((It's my battle song, guess it'll portray what is next cause he's about to go into a berserk-like rage, and it's nice, fast paced, and flows, and above all, strong, each symbolizing either water or fire, which is what I made his battle style based upon)) Estrik exhaled and tightened his abdominals before the hit to his stomach took place, somewhat softening the impact from Eithne's hand. "Big mistake," Estrik thought to Eithne. His left hand twisted from being horizontal to vertical and then rolled out of Eithne's grip towards Estrik's right hip, and then he flew his elbow back at Eithne's face, followed by a shin-kick to her stomach. Estrik's eyes seemed to grow a tad bit deeper red as he began to tap into that little well of demonic strength inside him, although not too much, bad things happen when you rely on it. Estrik was fighting just like how he always fought, using a combination of the elements of water and fire. Fire's hard hitting strength that seemed to grow the more it destroyed, and the graceful flow of water, which was portrayed by the flowing combinations of punches and kicks and the power of the hips twisting into each and every attack. If Eithne was the dancer in this show, then Estrik would probably be much like that of a pyro-fanatic, becoming addicted to the battle, using it like an accelarant to fuel his burning rage. After the shin kick he used his momentum to do a spinning back kick to Eithne's stomach, leaning into it until he got face to face with her. "Boo," was all he said to her as an evil smirk ran across his face, one might say that he himself was becoming just as cold-hearted as Eithne.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 17, 2007 18:57:18 GMT -5
((Eithne? Cold hearted? Naw! She's just a little anti-social! I need Kyar to show up so you can see what she's like around people she doesn't hate...))
Eithne placed two hands on Estrik's side, spinning him away from her, mid attack so as to keep those from reaching her and she knee'd Estrik in the stomach, actually making sure that she didn't hit him in the groin again. She was showing some abstract form of compassion, believe it or not. She then brought her leg up and kicked Estrik away, the motions she made seemed almost painful to watch but she really didn't feel much of anything and was a rather flexable being, being a vampire and all. She simply awaited Estrik to attack again, and again, and again. She carried a calm demeanor all the while, making only the slightest movements for the maximum impact.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 17, 2007 19:32:46 GMT -5
((Estrik hated? Naw, Eithne and him and homies! BESTEST BUDDIES! LIKE BRANDON AND PERTH!))
He had no clue as to what Eithne's fascination with attacking his stomach was, but he knew how to stop it. His eyes continued growing darker red until it was almost maroon, and thin white strands of hair appeared on his head. He was going to be sore tomorrow, but all that his mind cared about was the fight, right here, right now. He had reached his willing limit of how much of his demonic side was going to slip past, this being all that he could take without losing control, and even then he still had strong, Croatoan-Like urges.
He tightned up his stomach even more, the knee still hurt, but not nearly as much as it would have if he didn't prepare himself. He shoved his body weight down as the kick pushed him back, barely moving him. Estrik then twisted into an uppercut to Eithne's chin, and then gave a snap-kick to her stomach. Then he pushed himself forward to Eithne, getting her in a clutch, his left arm over-top her right, and his right under her left and grabbing the ball of the shoulder, attempting to trap her arm.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 25, 2007 5:59:36 GMT -5
Estrik's attempts were good and all but really could have used a tad more thought. Her hand moved with unmatchable speed and gripped over Estrik's fist before it could connect with her chin and she raised her foot up and drove it into Estrik's exposed armpit, the force of her own kick moved her out of the way, now from the kick and she released Estrik's hand. She still remained utterly silent in the fight and before any grabs could be successful she simply dodged him- which was easier than it sounded, back up and move left. She now came up behind him and delivered a kick to the backs of his knees with enough force to easily send him to the ground.
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