[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Mar 2, 2008 16:09:17 GMT -5
Using what time he had before the Sisters' attention was brought to him, Dimor jumped up into a tree, rising high enough to see above the dark water. He could see the tiny droplets in the air and glanced down at his body, realizing that they were also shredding through him. A small puff of shadow indicated each droplet that would have caused him pain. The Drow remained in his tree, apparently not bothering to wonder how the child and lycan were fairing; he actually thought about just continuing on his own, but knew that, again, this could cause more problems than he was willing to deal with. When Ouwashi broke the arrow, a bright red flash signaled a release of magic; harmless for now, but not for long. High up in the gray, hazy sky, Dimor could see specks of bright orange and yellow. Wonderful; a burning shower of enchanted flames. And what was more, even with his ring, the Drow could not control or walk unharmed through these flames once they hit because he would not be able to counteract the Sister's magic. Well... at least they weren't flaming arrows. Leaning back, Dimor melted into the shadow of the tree, apparently disappearing from the current war zone. He knew that more trials were to come, so it would be best to save his energy where he could.
The archer's grin quickly became a scowl when the water droplets began to tear through the area. Under the circumstances she was given, she was actually doing quite well; her unnatural, vision distorting speed was keeping her alive, but her body was still lined with countless gashes. Growling in an animal-like manner, something close to a snarl, the Sister tore through the droplets, away from the busiest areas to a zone of safety. When far enough away, and stopped on an untouched branch and looked over her body. Her dark skin was laden with a layer of blood from benign wounds that became lethal with numbers. "Catsh thees, you li'ttle monshtar!" A shining silver arrow with a coil around its shaft tore through the trees and branches, unrelenting in its power and speed. It spun at a blurring rate as it flew toward Ouwashi, leaving a trail of bright energy in its wake; a most lethal projectile.
The duel sword wielder grinned tauntingly. "Let'see if jhou can lern new tricks, pu'ppy." With fierce speed, the woman lowered herself at the same time Matt lunged, holding one blade up horizontally where her torso used to be and positioning the other to jab into the werewolf's chest. Each silver blade had an odd gleam to it, almost as if they were alive with magic.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 2, 2008 18:07:38 GMT -5
Ouwashi hissed as the arrow came towards her, already moving the black particles to follow the drow woman in the tree tops and the swarm aswell grew larger and larger. She wasn't going to let her get away but she was most certainly unhappy with the arrow coming at her. She pulled away and lowered herself to the ground, her movements smooth as her black eyes watched the arrow and she backed away from where it would hit, not wanting to be near since it was likely to cause major problems.
The specks of black water grew more feirce, likely to rip straight through anything it came accross. Already a couple branches and boughs fell to the forest floor, not like Ouwashi noticed or cared at all. She just wanted to get this shit well and over with.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 2, 2008 18:54:33 GMT -5
Matt 's lunge put him off balance, so jumping to the side was quite the trick for the werewolf to perform. When he landed from the jump, he dug his claws into the earth and hunched over on all fours. Matt was off-balance for a moment before regaining his center. He snarled, showing his fangs even more fiercely; obviously he was angry at being called a puppy. Yeah, that was on the list of something you shouldn't do/say to Matt. He was a werewolf, not a weredog.
With his balance regained, the werewolf hopped once more, getting behind the Sword Sister. Matt charged the female, with a feint blow from his left to her head, and a stab with his right claws to her stomach. A hunger gleamed in his eyes; eyes that were now more wolf than man.
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Mar 3, 2008 1:03:07 GMT -5
The arrow tore through open space before ripping straight into the ground when Ouwashi once stood, sending violent ripples and energy-driven tremors out in all directions. The very earth seemed to be electrified with searing magic, the projectile coming to rest only once it had driven itself deep below the earth's surface; lower than sea-level, most likely. Overkill? Perhaps. But the Archer, you may find, loves things to be loud, overdone, and flashy while her sister likes things clean and artistically done.
The Archer hissed through sharpened teeth when the water droplets found her once again; for reasons unknown, she wasn't fearing for her life, just kind of pissed at how much the little buggers hurt. "Jhou like bloo'd then, li'ttle one?" With a sharp glare, the Sister took an arrow only about half as long as the others and stabbed the silver head into her stomach. Almost immediately, the entire shaft turned a dark onyx, glistening something evil in the hazy light. Smiling insanely and momentarily ignoring the speeding water, the bloodied woman shot the arrow in Ouwashi's general direction; it may be noted that this aim was not as precise as times before. The arrow glided through the air like a phantom, fading in and out of sight and moving with an eerie, life-like smoothness. Mere meters from where Ouwashi stood, the blackened arrow suddenly seemed to pick up speed and all at once, it was no longer an arrow rushing toward the girl; it was nightmarishly large, demon snake with fangs bared and magic pouring all throughout its being.
Grinning, the Sword-stress ducked to avoid the blow to her head, swords sweeping out at her sides like she was bowing. However, once she stood not even a second later, she did nothing to avoid the oncoming claws and continued to grin. Matt's claws were allowed to tear into her abdomen, a small stream of blood trickling from the corner of her upturned mouth. One sword stabbed into the ground, the Sister had grabbed the lycan's wrist with abnormal strength and an oddly glowing hand before he had clawed completely through her; obviously some magic was involved, or else she'd be far to weak in physical comparison to pull this off. "So... pu'ppy likes to pley? Thees gahmes are moar fun when jhour ahng'ry." Still holding onto Matt's wrist with that eerie red light surrounding her hand, the woman twirled her other sword playfully around before making a slicing motion toward the werewolf's arm, obviously merely taunting the beast with superficial wounds while proving that being impaled didn't really hamper her any.
((lol And no one seems to want to know where all these arrows are coming from? She obviously isn't lugging around dozens and dozens and these things xDD))
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Post by demonfire on Mar 4, 2008 19:50:26 GMT -5
Matt howled as the sword dug into his flesh. It wasn't deep, but it was still silver, and therefore had to heal naturally. The sword burned his flesh, evident by the steam emitting itself from the wound. The carmine blood stained his otherwise flawless silver coat. Matt's hand seemed to shrink into that of a human, using the quick change in size of his wrist to his advantage by pulling it away. The Sword Sister (or the Nazi Sister as Matt had grown to think of her, by her initials of SS) had made a bit of a fatal mistake. Matt knew the scent of his own blood through and through; it was something he seemed to be able to smell lycanthrope form or not. And now that blood was on the woman's sword. Although, this didn't stop the now human Matt from flicking a bit more onto the woman, making certain that she couldn't just lose the sword to get him off of her trail.
"Now you've pissed me off. Jolly good," he said with a sadistic tone in his voice. This woman was going to get it eight ways to Sunday. He drew his knife with a flash of the right hand, and an orb of metal with a flash of his left. The motions were perfectly subsequent, as if rehearsed. The orb of metal in his hand morphed and moved around, creating a cestus on his left hand of a moving metal. The right still held the knife, now in a killing position with the blade facing downwards.
His arm still bled, but Matt tried to ignore it. He was just going to eventually sear it back together anyway. "Aye, Nazi Sister, y'got a light?" he asked as he shifted into a relaxed motion as if he wasn't just about to kill her. Maybe Matt was going crazy, accepting some fact that he might be a pet, or it was part of a well-constructed and utterly complex plan...who knew? Not you, for sure.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 4, 2008 19:55:02 GMT -5
Ouwashi narrowed her eyes, a sheet of water forming in front of her, no thicker than an inch or two and falling from it came corpses, dead bodies getting between herself and the arrow. There seemed to be no end to the extent of things that could be done with Styx water. The bodies moved slightly and unintelligably as if searching for life umongst the rotting mass of themselves. Unseen to the others, spirits and demons poured out through the portal as well, choosing this escape rather than Hell, even though they'd soon return. Ouwashi guessed this arrow was likely to follow her if she tried to move, considering her opponent's failure to aim properly and she simply created something to block it, the bodies, and perhaps something for it to enter, being the portal to the river. It would still injure her when it hit the bed of the River, but she figured it was likely to be considerably less pain than if she was to be hit by it directly.
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[red].Raven
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Mistress of Scuba Student- Rei, Dimor[M:0]
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Post by [red].Raven on Mar 4, 2008 21:23:58 GMT -5
The Archer, currently being quite literally ripped to shreds, revealed a grimace-like smirk when the portal opened to spew forth the barricade of cadavers. As the huge, demonic snake came in contact with the first body, something very unfortunate happened. It's body blew apart into three, slightly smaller, demon snakes, all of which taking annoyingly accurate detours around the bodies, spirits, and open doorway to the River Styx and speeding toward Ouwashi; now form three different directions. "Even when I am not here, tho'se snaiks will hon't jhou down mersi'lestly." Then, gritting her teeth together, the Sister shut her eyes tightly and released a dark growl from deep within her throat. The water droplets tore through her dark flesh, no longer hindered by her speedy evasions and made quick work of her inners and physical being. It was a brutal show, hunks of flesh dangling off of bone and muscle, blood pouring every which way. With a final scream of defiance, the Drow woman exploded-, yes, quite literally, minus the fire- into thousands of drops of thick dark blood. The vile substance scattered throughout the entire surrounding area, painting the already dull leaves another layer of darkness. Dalninil was gone.
Though she heard the scream and felt the absence of her sister, the woman clashing with Matt did not stray her attention from him. She actually appeared to be a bit disappointed that Matt had changed back into a human. The hand that once held the lycan's wrist hovered over her stomach, somewhat managing to hide the gruesome sight of some unidentifiable entrails and shredded flesh. Her hand still glowed with that eerie red light, which seemed to infect her abdomen as well. Amazingly, the bleeding had stopped, though the horrific gash was still quite present. "Light is not ass'oshiaht'd with owr kiend." Obviously. Yanking her second blade from the earth, the Sister resumed her taunting fighting stance, blades held leisurely out at her sides. "Pley, pu'ppy; gahmes are moar fu'n that way."
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Post by demonfire on Mar 4, 2008 21:42:35 GMT -5
"No you bloody idiot! A light! As in a flame!" Matt said in the upset British voice that seemed to be popular with the ladies these days. "And stop calling me a puppy. Like I told ya before, I'm a Marine," he said with annoyance heavy in his voice. He gripped his bleeding wound for quickly for a momentarily burst of relief to his bleeding arm. He moved quickly toward Nazi Sister, throwing up the metal cestus as a fist aimed at her face while the knife was pointed at her stomach, the same area where he had hit her before. If you're going to shank someone, might as well shank them twice.
His nose constantly picked up the scent of his own blood, utterly annoyed at the dark curtain that descended down upon the place. "Die, ya little...thing," Matt said with anger and a hint of wolfishness.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 5, 2008 16:51:30 GMT -5
"Odd, you seem like a puppy to me!" Ouwashi laughed, obviously overhearing Matt's conversation. She had to deal with the snakes, though and she guessed that if they could divide once, they could easily divide again, so she had to simply contain them. She guessed as well that this would be harder than it sounded. 'it would figure, wouldn't it?' she thought to herself, swirling waters surrounded her to provide a pathway direct to the waters of the River Styx so the serpents could be trapped either in Hell or in between Earth or Hell if they dared get close enough to be pulled into the water. She was rather annoyed with the Drow woman's parting gift.
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Mar 9, 2008 15:13:50 GMT -5
Laughing somewhat demoniacally, the 'Nazi' Sister, as she had been dubbed, did a graceful back flip to evade Matt's punch. The knife just barely skimmed her flesh, deep enough to draw blood but, oddly enough, no blood came out. She landed almost soundlessly, wasting no time for taunting; she always had time for that, but not always time for violent fun. Leaping forward, the Sister spun in rapid circles, the blades spinning outward and all around. The vicious, silver-bladed, Drow cyclone was, of course, on a direct path for Matt. The Swordstress hoped to shred him up a bit, make him a more presentable pet.
The snakes all released ferocious roar-like hisses in unison and jerked away from their charge toward Ouwashi. They may be demons, but they weren't stupid. After a single one shot into the water, the rest knew that it was a bad idea. They slithered in slow, dizzying circles around the water-encased girl like sharks, contemplating and scheming on how to retrieve their next meal; or morsel, rather. The way in which they moved was haunting, some went one way while the others went in the opposite direction; similar to watching a herd of zebras mingling together. There numbers had appeared to increase by one or two; it was difficult to tell by their movements. All at once, the serpents paused and glared straight at Ouwashi just as there was a low rumble beneath the earth. Fangs- obviously the start of a large mouth, shot up around Ouwashi from beneath her, intent on snapping closed and swallowing her whole.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 13, 2008 18:58:10 GMT -5
"No thank you," Matt said with a sarcastic tip of the invisible hat to the Nazi Sister as he hopped around erratically like some kind of loose jolt of electricity. The metal cestus that was once on his hand began to rapidly deform into liquid metal and scurry up Matt's arm like the mouse going down the clock. It formed over the cut on his other arm, effectively making a makeshift bandage. Of course, metal wasn't the best thing to be dressing wounds with, but he needed to stop the bleeding, it was the best thing to use at the moment.
What seemed to be rather random rotations and hops actually were thought out as he began to work his way back to his things that he dropped before his transformation. This woman had already seen him more than he would have wanted to.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 15, 2008 19:01:46 GMT -5
The protecting shroud of dark around Ouwashi expanded in size quickly, up and out, the serpent would have to dislocate it's jaw if it wished to swallow the orb at it's current size. Such things were trivial for snakes- so Ouwashi took further precaution. She let long spikes extend from the surface, shooting out into the air in order to make considerable discomfort for the serpent. Ouwashi had more tricks she was prepared for, but she would bother with them later as to not waste the bit of energy it would take to use such magics she had in mind. Her black eyes watched and she waited for the massive snake to realize that it wasn't going to swallow anyone any time soon. Ouwashi's form flickered slightly where she stood, a slight slip of her body in existance, like a vapor passing over her and hiding her from sight for only the most brief of moments.
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[red].Raven
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Mistress of Scuba Student- Rei, Dimor[M:0]
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Post by [red].Raven on Mar 16, 2008 1:21:03 GMT -5
A dark laughter rang out in broken chords from within the silver lined cyclone. After chasing Matt for a while, the Duel Swordstress decided to change things up a bit. The entire tornado paused in its pursuit, and moments later, needle-like shards of silver whipped outward in all directions, though most were headed for Matt. The fragments glowed with an eerie light as they tore through the air; the sister obviously just loved to make things annoying for the lycan. That's okay, she didn't mind; the feistier the puppy the better.
Regardless of the spikes and larger size of the orb, the gaping, reptilian jaws snapped shut. Its demonic eyes narrowed and a loud, vibrating roar ripped from its throat as the spikes actually punctured straight through its jaws. Still not exposed much past its head from underground, the snake's entire body appeared to implode away into nothingness, leaving behind no trace of its existence. The other snakes all screeched in furious unison. As one, they encircled Ouwashi and opened their mouths, a darkness swelling deep within them. All at once, this darkness was released in the form of corrupted energy sent in rays straight toward Ouwashi. Though many would be sucked into the river, the energy was so powerful that some would actually go through it.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 17, 2008 16:41:52 GMT -5
Matt's eyes began to grow wide as if he had just seen a ghost. He was getting really annoyed at all of this silver; in fact, once he got the chance this woman was going off a cliff. He ran even faster towards his goal. Matt slid in a somewhat-cliched action movie fashion and picked up the gas mask. Before you could say "Bob's your uncle" it was on and protecting his face from the onslaught of silver. The metal that was keeping pressure down on his wound quickly whipped about out of the camouflage uniform and over his arm. It created a thin shield that was about the size of a small buckler. His knife's blade began to erratically shift and change, seeming like a liquid metal fire. Eventually, it settled on a shielding that was much smaller than the 'buckler' and somewhat thinner. Really they weren't the best shielding, but at a time like this, what else were you going to use?
He crouched down onto one knee with his rifle and hat behind him. His shield and transformed knife (which probably only covered a small area of him anyway) was raised up to cover his chest and most specifically his heart. He braced himself for the obvious pain that was going to come.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 18, 2008 18:09:21 GMT -5
Ouwashi laughed, her voice cruel and harsh in the air, "You think your attacks can hurt me? I AM the darkness!" she proclaimed, her waters swirled with the onslaught and ripples passed over it's surface, Ouwashi standing seemingly unharmed in the center of her protective shield. She wasn't harmed the slightest bit, but that didn't mean that damage wasn't delivered, Ouwashi was far from perfect, she needed someone to transfer pain and injury to. A creature formed and pulled itself from the waters that Ouwashi conjured, it was a snake as well, long and slender and made of Styx Waters. It's eyes were like drops of blood red rubies and it's mouth opened unnaturally, it's fangs extending to a garish length as it hissed at it's adversaries. A large hood spread out around it's head, giving it the appearance of a cobra. The serpent had no muscles in it's body, instead you could see convulsing and pulsing bodies consumed by death just under the surface of the water, the creature reeked of pestilence. Meanwhile... The spirit of Suzume sustained injuries, crying from confusion and pain as she fealt terrible burning over her body and she trembled, confined to the realm of the mind was the young kitsune. She wasn't used to this, she didn't like it. "Please... please stop..." she cried, her tears blurring her vision, not like it mattered much, really- she couldn't do anything to effect the battle outside, Ouwashi was in control right now and Suzume had not the strength of willpower yet to stop it.
"It's okay, Suzume..." came the calming voice of Tsubame, the odd being that never seemed to come out or make herself too well known. She was the calm brown-eyed dragon spirit in Suzume, long, slender antlers grew back and out of her skull and a strong, black scaled tail protruded from her. She was the calming force here, she was here for Suzume. Her hand settled on the child's shoulder and she whispered comforting words to the child, a soft smile on her face, though she barely looked as if she was normally as comforting as she was now. She winced slightly as some of the pain was carried to herself from Suzume. She was making it easier on the girl. She couldn't completely take it away, but she could try.
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