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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 1, 2007 20:30:14 GMT -5
Hase winced at Ameratsu's obvious interest, and he shook his head. "Are you really that desperate to get in there? It doesn't look like they can win anyway..." He sighed and wished it were otherwise, but there were not any lucky stars nearby.
Rell, on the other hand, had appeared on the section of wall near Ameratsu, his bored eyes looking down on the nekomata, though now alit with a slight interest. "Do you need my services? I live only to help," he said with a friendly and considerably sarcastic grin. "One touch of my hand and your leg (along with any other injuries that have been plaguing you) will instantly disappear, with not an ache or a scar left behind."
.... Under My Umbrella? These kids these days.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 1, 2007 21:14:22 GMT -5
Cecil's attack was executed flawlessly to acheive maximum damage, what normally might have been a killing move if placed right. In execution it was pure poetry, a dance towards the attack in essence, Cecil knew what he was doing. Unfortunately. Vana wasn't there to recieve the blow.
A figure appeared behind Cecil, a smile on her face and she drew the blade of her weapon with intense speed through the air to slice into Cecil. She had spent an entire life focused on battle- and her life was certainly longer than Cecil's. She had more training than he, so certainly she had aquired more various skills than the student as well. Only the battle would tell.
Ameratsu looked at Rell and then towards his hand, her gaze looking back towards Hase. She reached a hand out, not caring at the moment if there was any kind of side effect, Hase had said something about the cost before, didn't he? She didn't need to worry about it at this time, though- she needed to help the others. "Thanks." She said, sounding truly grateful.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 1, 2007 21:49:46 GMT -5
"My, aren't you a reckless one?" he said, reaching down to brush her fingers with his. A spark what looked like purple lightning briefly passed between them before flowing into her body.
Rell took a deep breath and said this in a quick yet toneless voice, much like what one would hear on a television advertisement: "Side effects include but are not limited to intense agony, nausea, dizziness, insomnia, nightmares, temporary numbing of morals, and a tendency for a disturbed state of mind. If you experience any urges to murder people close to you or start seeing people that are not there that you don't already know this is not normal and you should contact your doctor at once."
The magic wrapped around Ameratsu's slim frame, healing her leg and almost all the inevitable scrapes and bruises of prison-life, though the healing process itself probably felt like being stabbed by 5000 five inch needles all at once.
"No need to thank me," he said airily with a cute little smile.
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Post by Arual on Dec 2, 2007 13:25:35 GMT -5
Cecil was slow on sense for a short second, but the spirit within him acted quicker as well, the two making one single thought- even if the demon like spirit was against helping the kid. He threw his sword to his back, not giving a glance to the opponent; blocking the blow. It was a close call, and their speeds were practically matched at the moment...only seconds apart. It was that factor that made the battle have a good or bad outcome.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 2, 2007 14:04:56 GMT -5
Breen reached to something around his neck that was concealed by his shirt. An old medal came out, with paint on it eroded away from years of use. It had no magical ability, it was just a simple St. Christopher's medal. "Deus , si ego sum morior , licentia a memento pro lemma," Breen said as he prayed loud and clear. He crossed himself as he prepared himself for the storm.
The pain still lingered inside his soul, although now it had become bearable. That street fighting stance came into view as now he prepared himself. It was a final call for a last defense. "May God have mercy upon your soul," he said as he awaited the Doll to do something. He wasn't about to charge in, that would be stupid. Breen may lack common sense, but he had enough to know what not to do in life or death situations.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 4, 2007 16:31:19 GMT -5
"Aawe, you're so nice, Rell!" Donna exclaimed, seemingly to have appeared directly next to Rell from nowhere. Her gray-green eyes wide with an odd happiness, "You healed her up just fine... now the question is whether or not you can mend her sanity too." She nodded, she liked nodding, it was such a positive thing. If she controlled the world, people would nod alot. She liked animated people.
Ameratsu's eyes bulged as she was healed, the pain excruciating as her hands wrapped around her stomach- if she had anything in her stomach at the time it would be likely she would have vomited it up. She now looked towards Hase, then to Rell, "What?!?! You tricked me!" she shouted at Rell, now she stood up, still a tad wary from the healing she had been given but she seemed obviously angry and rather rightly so from the perspectives of many people. Because Rell pretty much just ruined the rest of her life if you looked at it.
The Doll walked to Breen, seeing as he wasn't going to make the first move. It was odd, she even now walked at a relaxed pace, her hulking right arm seemed affected by every movement she made and it seemed to place her off balance by the slightest bit. "Soul." she repeated Breen. Her voice empty, it's hollowness eerie and unnerving as it attatched itself to your thoughts.
Vana now stood in front of Cecil as if she teleported from place to place, "Too slow." she said with a smile as she pulled the blade of her weapon swiftly through the air with a smile on her face, the blade that had been intended to block her earlier attack would hit nothing but air. She was nimble on foot and her lean muscle was certainly still powerful enough to jar limbs with each blow that was blocked, enough to knock the wind from you and most decidedly enough to swiftly kill someone.
Tsubame headed to Rell, Hase, and Ameratsu. At the current moment, Tsubame was unable to fight at the current moment so she had to try to find something constructive to do... so she checked on the others.
(You said you wanted Cecil to get his ass kicked... kinda... right? So I'm gonna Dain-play this! XD leave as little an opening as possible fo' you.)
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Post by demonfire on Dec 4, 2007 16:47:53 GMT -5
"My soul belongs to one but myself and the Lord. I'd hope that you'd at least retain some humanity to realize that," Breen said. "Thou shalt not kill...without just cause," he said to himself, inserting that little piece at the end for his own reassurance. Push to the right, get her off balance, then take off the head, Breen thought to himself. The way it sounded didn't do it justice, considering he didn't really have any large enough sharp objects to do the job quick enough. That meant one thing: he was going to have to rip it off with his bare hands. Great way to die, huh?
As the Doll came closer, Breen's arm flew out in an almost invisible jab. It wasn't as strong as the hook that was about to take place, but it still did its job well, that being the distraction. Black energy swarmed around his right fist as it was pulled back. In an almost perfect combination, his left hand pulled back from the jab as his right came around for a powered-up hook punch to the face.
We will fight in the hills, we shall never surrender, echoed the words of Churchill through Breen's mind. He sure hated the British, but at one point, that being WWII, he hated Nazis even more. The speech went through Breen's mind verbatum, pumping adrenaline through his vessel's veins, pumping him up. What can I say? Some people get pumped up with fast-paced music, Breen got pumped up with pre-battle speeches from 60+ years ago.
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Post by Arual on Dec 4, 2007 17:35:35 GMT -5
((You're so nice my lovely Li wa!
And, I will add, that for all the other people in this board's sake- I will just say they kept going for a little bit longer.... and then Vana made his HP go from like 200 out of 200 (for Vana and Cecil to make it even) to 20-200. We just skip all that fun stuff. ^_^ Vana's got him down now.))
His trump card had failed him after the blows Vana had given him began to sink in. The wounds stung; like hot oil being poured onto already bloody flesh, something he was not used to. Pain in general, all too familiar. His face twisted itself in the inward shudder of numbness which had begun to work its way up his body. The extreme flow of power had receeded into his body once more, leaving Cecil without the bodypossessing summon attributes. (Accept for the red streaks in his hair.... just because he'd look SHAWEET with them. ^^) "I-I can't give in! Not- when Suzume is- counting on me! After all I have done!" he thought, moving from the cold ground. Cecil bent his seemingly unstretchable muscles throughout his system; but as he was almost half way, his arm made him slip back to the concrete slab of the stairwell. His arm was broken and a lot worse damage in more places- but that didn't matter at the moment; for all Cecil knew he had to do was get up again. The teen's anger seethed outward as his crimson orbs were narrowed and his brows furrowed. A small drip of blood had started to run down his forehead and over his eyebrow; missing his real eye and jumping to his cheek, where it continued on until it slipped off his chin. The teen gave a cold icy glare to Vana who stood in front of him. Cecil's katana was in reach, but whether he could get it or not was unsure. His hand moved to get it and......
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 4, 2007 21:46:10 GMT -5
The wonderful thing about Dark or Black magic that wasn't present in other elements like fire or earth was that it had an element to perfectly balance it out and that would be light or holy magic. As the attack came, her hand glowed with magic as she placed it firmly to block Breen's attack. Unlike most fighters, there was no spirit in her fighting, there was no fluidity or pattern in her movements, no beat to her step- it was all just systematic, all reactionary. Unpredictable. She had a sense about her that she may switch to the offensive now, or perhaps in the next oncoming second. Still. Unpredictable.
Vana snatched the katana up from the floor, "You want this, do you?" she asked, a smile on her face, not the slightest bit of persperation on her brow, utterly calm, perfectly fine except the red line that ran down her back- hey, the kid got lucky. She rolled her neck and the sound of her spinal discs slipping into place could be heard as a series of pops. "Better luck next time, perhaps?" she asked, as if suggesting they fight again. It would be followed by another fight, and another and another until Cecil was dead. Vana was kinda like that.
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Post by Arual on Dec 4, 2007 22:29:28 GMT -5
"It will go on....as long....as it takes....to get Suzume back." he said through his pain. Alright, so he didn't get his katana in time. He had other tricks up his sleeve. When Vana reached for the katana, what she didn't know was that it (kinda like the barabs on Spiderman's hand) was sending out a poison through microscopic barbs; one of a numerous selection of poisions that the boy had grow accustumed and immune to over the years. A force pulled at Vana's hand from the weapon, inching it bit by bit out of her grasp to get into Cecil's. (Hey, it came with the weapon!) Thank you Samari Class.
"There's a good chance that once you do the bodypossession summon, that Izuku may not leave; and if so-the chance you have of little to no damage effected inside your body is slim to none; you'd gave a better chance of dying. He does that to people." "Well that's pointless. Why bother with him if he only hurts you?" "Because his power is bound in a curse to him to help the people of your clan. He can detest the whole idea- or even the person, but in the end he has to help them or his demerits shorten and he disappears to a place uncatagorized from limbo, heaven or hell. The whole idea of using a bodypossession summon is something one should never have to do, though it gives you a very high advatange. You need to use it wisely..... when you need it through the most desperate of times."
"I used Izuku as my trump card, so what now. She's relentless....... and I'm down to my last drop of mustering up any of my leftover strength!" Cecil thought as he kept his gaze unflinched at Vana. "Reverto quod Solvo!" (Latin: Return and Release!)the teen commanded his katana. It force on it returning to its rightful owner strengthened until it was out of her hand and into the boy's. With a small struggle to get up again, Cecil stood; shaking, but standing nonetheless.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 5, 2007 5:50:39 GMT -5
"So you're going to die?" she asked, "You want me to have pity or something? If that's the case you really should have given up." She shook her head from side to side, "You're all a hopeless case." She held the blade of Shiro's weapon, the eighth tail and she awaited Cecil to actually start fighting, all this dramatic stuff was kind of boring. She wanted to kill him now and get it over with, there were other, more important people to deal with on her list and she had to get the magics and spells in place for thier newest little recruit. Sure, Suzume seemed a tad young for the spells needed- not at all what the reports had said- but it would have to work. "You really should be very proud of your little Suzume, not everyone gets hand-picked for the power of becoming a Doll." She spoke with a sneer, hoping this little note of truth would get her opponent new strength and so she could dispatch him in battle instead of him just dramatically making his way accross the room and the sort. Stuff for movies, not for real fighting.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 5, 2007 15:55:29 GMT -5
Never surrender...never surrender..."Never surrender," Breen whispered, as if he were trying to raise his own spirit. Small, fast but weak, random flurries of punches danced off Breen's fist, heading towards the Doll, a crescendo of fury. When at last the punches ceased, a strong head-butt took their place, more like a sneak attack for the unprepared. And then the climax of the performance, Breen's two currently unoccupied fists came up in two separate, and yet single, uppercuts. Two fists becoming one, nay, two weapons becoming one for the moment.
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Post by Arual on Dec 5, 2007 19:17:49 GMT -5
(( You only need three more blows before he's unable to raise himself up against the pain that's numbed him so Li wa. COMBO TIME!))
"Don't call me hopeless til I've stopped breathing." he said standing all the way. His katana was in his hand now, and though his legs shook, he got them to stop. A blue ring of his normal chakra had encased his katana, all the strength that fileld his body placed in front of him; willing to be taken if necessicary. Cecil had hundreds of clones surround them, swords with them all too. Sure it may be easy... but it wasn't just to stupidly syke her out. It was more of a puzzle with a time limit. How fast can the poision get to her heart for her muscles to stop contracting and eventually give out? Or, would he die fighting here for Suzume?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 5, 2007 20:03:30 GMT -5
Soul seemed utterly unphased by the attacks, her movements all robotic in gesture, she seemed bulletproof to put it one way. She stepped to the left and with a flat palm, she pushed Breen's head away which would put his next attacks off aim. She stepped around him, her feet for a moment, placing itself to trip Breen and she brought her clawed hand up to slash into Breen's back.
Vana looked around at the clones, "Oh please." an amassing number of Vana clones appeared, already breaking into combat against the other clones. She had more strength than her opponent, so it really wasn't that hard. She made quick work, dispatching any clones who came close to her, "Now, see- I didn't want to kill you, honest I didn't. Perhaps you would have ended up in a nice batallion with your little friend as the mascot. She'll be the youngest ever turned to a doll, I wonder what the effects of perpetually stuck at such a young age might have on her powers..." she thought aloud.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 5, 2007 21:08:46 GMT -5
The demon appeared quite unfazed by Ameratsu's distress. As a matter of fact, he seemed quite satisfied by it. One would have to look at it this way: A little cat demon has been abused by the military for years because of her magic, and then, upon being set free, she immediately accepts healing from a random stranger, when warned against it clearly, without asking anything about it. Especially when this random stranger was not doing anything at all to help the battle. Logically, he could have been an enemy and had killed her right there. In his opinion, he was being quite nice indeed. She had gotten a chance to look over her trust issues before accepting another person 'so willing to help', instead of dying immediately from her folly.
Mistakes were how people learned, after all.
"Tricked you?" he repeated with a small laugh. "You're overreacting; the side effects aren't permanent, and you'll live. The only thing that surprises me now is that you aren't off to join your friends in the fight. Cecil doesn't look as if he's going to make it." Rell frowned and shook his head with mock solemnity. Poor, poor, Cecil Shan. The way he rammed himself against every enemy as if willpower alone could win a battle, it only made sense he would erode himself away to nothing.
Hase sighed but kept his mouth shut. Ameratsu was distressed and Rell was convinced he was right, and both of them were likely to beat him up if he went into this. Ameratsu in the form of a roundhouse kick, and Rell in the form of something mental that would result in his paradigms shaken and surely a migraine. Instead he turned to Donna, his 'imaginary friend'. He didn't really care if people saw him talking to no one.
"You know, you could help with the battle too. Invisibility is bound to come in handy if no one else can really see you."
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