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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:08 am 
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A laugh escaped the lips of the young duellist as he listened to the outrageous rant that he had managed to provoke out of the unhinged warrior. It was strange that Boreas could create such a reaction, especially if one considered how little skill Boreas had in manipulating people, however Cerit sounded like he was a poor sole who was regularly manipulated by some strange, otherworldly power. Boreas almost felt a kinship with him, for his life too had been heavily influenced by otherworldly powers, even if he had volunteered to help save his spirit kin.

Any thoughts of kinship or symphony were quickly driven out of Boreas’ mind as the troubled soul burst into motion. At first Boreas feared for the unnamed samurai, kneeling directly in the path, however it didn’t take long for the Duellist to realise that the hatred pouring out of Cerit’s eyes was focused entirely on the young duellist, and he knew without knowing that that oversized farm implement would be heading his way shortly.

Still, that knowledge didn’t prepare him for the spectacular leap that the madman pulled off, nor the way he vaulted off the back of the kneeling samurai while swinging his scythe overhead. It was a sight to see such a large, unyielding man struggle to keep his balance while swinging such an off balancing weapon, and it was no wonder that the warrior had to let the wooden handle slide from his grasp before his feet touched down on the sandy floor. A grin spread across the Duellist’s young face as he realised the opportunity he had just been presented, and before Cerit could even blink he was already moving to take advantage of it.

It was then that something odd happened. Something that he would never have expected to occur during this fight, especially considered it was just between three male fighters. What reason would any member of the crowd have to whistle such a distinctive whistle of personal appreciation? Alright, one weirdo could be excused; however the wolf whistle was being echoed from almost every side of the arena, almost as if some extraordinary beauty had suddenly materialized into the arena with the three other combatants.

It was then that several things slotted together in Boreas’ mind. A memory of a sound heard and ignored during a distraction suddenly made Boreas re-examine it, and realise it was probably the sound of the metal grating of rattling gates protesting a forceful opening that had most probably let another fighter into the ring. A fleeting glance of the unnamed Samurai’s face provided another clue that something was amuck, as he was starring wide eyed at something behind the duellist. And when these two facts where put together with the wild whistling, Boreas had a sudden premonition that something sharp was heading towards his back.

The uncertainty of what was behind Boreas drove him to extreme lengths, and without thinking he swiftly reached inwards towards the core of his being. The centre of one’s being was normally a place of peace and serenity in most ordinary people; a place where they could let loose there worries and reach a balance within their soul. However Boreas’ strange heritage had caused his core to take on a different purpose to this, and all the peace and serenity was wrapped around two different cores from two very different beings, restraining the power of these cores until Boreas needed to call upon them.

One core was bright and harsh, a glowing ball of brilliant energy that raged within its confines. Bright bolts of lightning would often escape from the boundaries of peace and shatter the calm for a few moments before it flickered out of existence. Boreas touched briefly on this core as he went by, taking comfort from its strength and warmth before moving on to the other core. The other core was a swirling vortex of breezes, gentle at the moment yet ready to turn into a hurricane at a moment’s notice. It was to this core that Boreas had come, and with a single thought he released its restraints and edged the breezes on, invoking a hurricane of energy that swirled out of his centre and extended to the very edge of his body. The energy flooded through Boreas’s body, lending his limbs the ability to move at a speed that few could match or even imagine moving at, even if it was only for the space of a few heart beats (Swish and Slash used).

Still, the speed lasted long enough for Boreas to make a difference. He took a single swift step forward, a step that was so long that it was really a lunge, and he bent his knees enough so that his whole body dipped down under the path of the sweeping scythe. His right hand quickly sheathed his rapier before snapping upwards with his left hand, grasping hold of a point about midway up the wooden shaft of the scythe. His hands provided a new pivot point for the rotating weapon, and rotation of the blade sped up as Boreas hands urged it on. As the scythe had rotated so that the blade was facing his owner Boreas lowered it and snapped it under his left arm, converting the rotating motion in a single powerful snap backwards that would hopefully drive the end of the solid wooden shaft into the guts of anyone who might be behind him.

Its purpose complete, the energy eagerly surged back into its confines, leaving his body in a slight state of shock as it slowed back down to normal speed. Still, Boreas was use to the sensation, and the only effect that showed to any who was watching was a few deep breaths that he took to regain his composure and refill his suddenly empty lungs. The whole manoeuvre had only taken a few seconds because of the speed that Boreas was moving at, yet it took him a few seconds more to recover and realise he was now sandwiched between two foes, one of which he hadn’t even laid eyes on.

Pushing out of his lunge Boreas stepped to his left a few times, turning as he did so that he faced all his foes. His eyes first saw that the unnamed samurai was stepping up to wreak havoc on Cerit’s unguarded back. How Cerit would deal with this Boreas was eager to see, however his eyes drifted over the crimson robed figure to bear witness to whoever had been trying to stab him in the back. When Boreas finally caught a glimpse of this new foe, his eyes widened for the slightest second before snapping back to Cerit with a shocked expression on his face.

He was certain about two things. His new foe was female, and she clearly deserved all those wolf whistles. His brief glance had revealed that she was half naked and he couldn’t believe it. His cheeks burned a bright red at the shocking lack of decency, and he just couldn’t bring himself to even peak at one so scantily dressed. Many emotions had arisen at the sight of so much bare flesh, and the young Duellist wasn’t certain that he was ready to deal with many of them just yet.

To distract him from embarrassing emotions Boreas focused on Cerit, watching eagerly to see how he would cope with an attack from the back. He realised that he was still holding Cerit’s only weapon, and he had half a mind to throw it over his shoulder and severely disadvantage one of his foes. But then he remembered the robed figures rants and unhinged manner, and he had a brilliant idea. Throwing away his scythe would surely annoy Cerit, however giving him back his weapon and making him in the debt of the Duellist would probably infuriate him to an amusing level. Therefore, after Cerit had finished dealing with the unnamed Samurai’s new attack Boreas threw his scythe to the robed figures feet, grinning as he did.

“Looks like you’re not quite cut out for these fights. It wouldn’t be a fun fight if you perished early, so here, take this and remember you’re now in my debt.”

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:41 pm 
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Cerit wasn't totally sure what he witnessed as Boreas' expression went from total surprise to a sudden calm. Something changed about the air around him as the light breeze that had previously only pushed his bangs around had evolved into a vortex of winds. Cerit tried to adjust his eyes as an intense glow seemed to emit from inside the duelist. Trying not to chuckle as a grin came sliding across Cerit's face he watched as the duelist ducked under the scythe with a speed that was previously unannounced. "You gotta secret." Boreas sheathed his rapier as well as managing to grab the shaft mid flight in the center shaft. Suddenly Cerit felt something snap inside him a little more as Boreas dared place his grimy hands on Cerit's weapon."Scum! Bastard! You dare touch my scy... Nuncia?" He blurted out as his face twisted from anger into confusion. He saw Boreas take the scythe and continue it's journey back into that familiar curved shape from a run of the mill prison break. She made it a bit more interesting as normally he didn't get to see a large cat rip into a guard's flesh. "I thought I saw the last of her."

A savage night where he had actually... talked to someone. And didn't want to kill them. A sensation entirely that was entirely new to Cerit. Wanting to keep someone alive because he didn't think they made the world a better place? Of course she makes the world a worse place though... she's mortal. Talented and ruthless yes. But also competition for a large body count for Zu. It made him grimace as he thought of gutting up the elf with mild displeasure. "You got caught AGAIN? Be careful or people might think your some sort of damsel in distress." He yelled over to her as he decides not to ask her if she was friend or foe, cause the answer was obvious. All were foes in the eye of Zu, the same eyes that now laid in his skull.

His eye focused on the elf from days past as she was just about to react to the scythe's arc Cerit was reminded of the foe behind him. The cold steel of a longsword barely running across his back and cutting a fair sized hole shoulder to shoulder right across the top of the large black mark embroided on the crimson robe. Hardly waiting a moment to reposition the blade for another attack, even as Cerit tried to move forward to get out of the way he felt the tip slash diagonally into the small of his back. Cerit stumbled forward ungracefully a moment before turning around with a serious look on his face, a bit pissed off he didn't pull that off without looking more impressive. None the less Cerit grinned over at the sneaky bugger as he rolled his left shoulder around to stretch; calmed down now that he was distracted from Boreas for the moment. "What is this? An opportunist? Imagine that in a human." Tilting his head to the side till a satisfying crack is heard. "Should have went for the head though..." He instructs as all can see the same glow from before engulf the mark on his forehead. "Zu will punish you. Severely."

He already felt his muscles toughening to going beyond what they should be. That sweet scent of lilac filling his lungs and soothing him through the beginning of that burn throughout his whole body. Pushing itself farther then most any other human could probably hope for. Cerit suddenly began to let out loud laugh, unconvincingly masking the pain as he felt as though his muscles would tear in half. Dropping to one knee as one hand reaching up to the bloody wound on his chest, feeling the settled blood until the worst of the pain was over. The power felt different somehow... his fancy set of teeth seeming to throb as it coursed through his body, his gums aching as he risen to his feet properly. As if rising from the ashes to be born a new man, or so told the calm look his face opening his mouth is a little grin as he displays his beautiful jeweled choppers for Xander. Shining brilliantly now that they coursed with the power of Zu, Cerit brought his tongue across them slowly as he felt like a teething child. A sudden urge to sink his fangs, to gnaw and to calm this ache.

His whole flow was ruined as Boreas cut in. The sound of his scythe clattering to the ground as Boreas had some foolish talk about a debt. Ridiculous. "Accept his help? I'd rather perish by the blade of a mortal than accept the help of another. I will not be looked down on in this way! You think a couple of misses makes you both better then me? It'll take one hit for me to kill such a weak breed of fighter!" His outrage echoed through the arena causing a hush amongst the crowd as he suddenly shot forward unarmed toward Xander, his left hand reached back into the cut in his robe to grab a brass knuckle to fit comfortably around his fingers. Cerit tried to take it all in as he went forward. Xander had reach advantage but it slowed him down like any other, no matter how skilled he was. As he ran forward as if to punch Xander with a straight right, Cerit got down low and sprung his metal clad left fist toward Xander's jaw with agility that was more then he was capable of. His movements somehow seemed more graceful and powerful all in one.

Cerit could feel the strings more easily now. That Zu used to make his stronger..With his new eyes it all became so clear as he saw the energy quite literally guiding his actions from the inside. Looking down he could see it all flowing down from his neck to the rest of his body. It looked like a violet whirlpool in his forearm, pushing up with him.... no before. Leading just ahead of the strike to help him follow through with devastating effect. He was sure he had never seen that before and the others most likely hadn't or wouldn't either unless they planned to take a lesson in advanced ritual-ling. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to feel at that point an wasn't totally convinced he was the one choosing the actions before they were made.

He felt in control but the way his stare kept refocusing on the enemy put him at unease. The numbness building up inside his head reinforced the evidence as he slowly felt himself... simply not care anymore. The emotion he felt building up being knocked down as he shook his head out. "Em... what?" He muttered to himself as he refocuses on Xander one more time. His inquisitive thoughts seeming so distant and long ago for some reason as he could do nothing more then forget about it and go on with the fight.

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 11:08 pm 
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The grin on her face faded as the first whistling cat-call made from the crowd reached her ears, her strike unimpeded by her distraction, yet what she didn't see was the boy move with such speed.... Before she could think so much as a step backwards, the butt end of a scythe--Cerit's Scythe? Oh boy, he's gunna be pissed at you boy-- hit her in the gut, making her give a grunt, bending over slightly as her free hand went to the aching spot as a reflex. Her dagger still in her hand, she straightened up quickly enough, slow breaths easing the ache in her abs as her eyes narrowed, swirling. The boy did a few sidesteps of sorts to see his opponent, scanning Xander, Cerit, and then herself, which only a brief second before he chose to settle on the others a blush on his face?

Cerit seemed just as surprised of her appearance, Xander's wide-eyed welcome almost comical, but it was the boy's reaction that got her to grin; that was until Cerit had to open his pointy? mouth. Seems she wasn't the only one to upgrade...

"You got caught AGAIN? Be careful or people might think your some sort of damsel in distress."

Grin falling to a snarl, she bent to her crouch "Shut up Cerit. If I do recall, this isn't the first time You have been captured either! You of all here should know I'm nothing of a damsel in distress; I'm the Big Bad Wolf. If not your biggest competition in your line of work."

With that, she turned her attention on the boy as he threw the scythe back to the madman, claiming some sort of debt. The scoff that came from her couldn't have been more subtle. "There are no debts to his kind, only retribution. Congratulations, you have successfully pissed off the vessel of Zu. Have fun." She said it with such a flippant tone that it was hard to think of her as a true threat, but she would have her fun in this too-- last time Cerit had the most of the last of the fun and then left to wreck more destruction. It was time to even up the scales.

In her crouch, she held her dagger out in front of her, and narrowed her sights on the young one, a duelist from his rapier and his throwing knives, claiming the hunt. Since Cerit was busy with Xander and she had no overwhelming urges to kill him yet-- not to mention the demon man was pissed, so she would avoid that for the time being-- which left her and the boy to dance. With his hesitancy and seeming shame of seeing her form (Because clothes are everything in this damned realm, a bit of skin hurts everyone) it made him an ideal opponent for her, as well as the fact he didn't know any of her tricks, each of the others only really knowing one of her forms each... No one had gotten a glimpse at her newer ones; they wouldn't have to wait too long at all for them either. With a lunge, she went to strike at the boys gut, her strike from right to left as the reversed hold on her dagger gave less range on the attack, she would have to get close, though with the boys rapier away she didn't feel too threatened. At the end of the running strike, she planned to roll to the left on the uneven ground, hoping to grab some high ground away from all these blades before she brought out the fun toys. Then the fun would begin.

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
PostPosted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 12:47 am 
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The quick slashes went through well enough, if a bit more shallow than intended. Which wasn't strange. Most didn't stand around waiting for the second cut to make a perfect pair. It wasn't quite what he had planned when he decided to wait on the ground a little longer than needed, as the man was far from dead, but the quick attacks took back some of the ground lost from the unexpected spring board issue. And now that he was standing back upright with all his opponents in view, his secondary objective seemed to be complete as well. Now, he thought, he should be in a position where he can more or less stand his ground and let his enemies approach him and take advantage of the reach he had. They scythe was at least temporarily out of the picture, and a rapier and kris would not likely be a real threat. Not with the speed and skill he had with the longsword.

Nuncia's presence made Xander smile, and not because of her choice of wardrobe. She had promised she had gotten stronger since their fight with Destruction when they met in the forest some time later, and he was eager to see just how strong she had become. Though he was more interested in a one-on-one, this would work too. Especially if the other two could be dealt with in a timely manner. Her choice of a backstab from near stealth was disapointing, though she had expressed she valued survival more than fair play. And if she was told the same conditions he had been, this was survival of the fittest. Or the most ruthless. Though this remembering of the situation they were all in was certainly a damper on his mood. If you killed your opponent, or were killed by them, there would be no chance to challenge them to a rematch later. This was it; this was the last fight he could have with the three in front of him, no matter who won.

"It's a shame you are here Nuncia. I would have preferred our first battle to not be our last. Guess this means we can't hold back and enjoy it as much either. Only one chance to prove who is superior."

Boreas' reaction to the sudden airborne assault was certainly impressive. If the jumping attack was enough to get the crowd excited, the response should have them on the edge of their seats. It was so smooth Xander almost expected the whole thing was choreographed ahead of time, but such an idea would have been silly. The event required him to act in a strange way to provide the ramp, and planning on such things was ridiculous. Still, were he to bet on the fight, he would be putting his money on the kid. The samurai was good with weapons in general, but that sort of reaction was something clearly out of his capabilities. Even with practice beforehand it would have been a stretch to pull off. He stopped the scythe attack while also hitting the foe he had not seen attempting a potentially lethal backstab in what felt like no time at all. Perhaps worrying about his throwing daggers instead of the boy himself was stupid. If he was capable of stuff like that, maybe it would be better if he would stay in a range that lead to more knives and less melee.

Cerit didn't seem to mind the new cuts along his back beyond the fact that they were made. He mentioned something about being an opportunist like it was some sort of bad thing to take advantage of a blunder, and as if he had not done the exact same thing when he launched himself of his back. Taking advantage of circumstances was how a fight was won, especially with the uncertainties that came with a free for all. He did not live so long in a fake army by not attacking when he should. Though this train of thought was troubling, as it made the line between a fair fight and a dirty one very thin; he had almost done what Nuncia had just tried. Was it justified because he knew his back was to his foe? Probably. But when exactly did being opportunistic change into being a coward? Something he would have to ponder over, if he made it out alive that is.

The guy began acting, well...funny. Was he having a breakdown in the middle of a fight? He had a strange way of laughing that Xander could only describe as the laughter of a crazy person finding humour is something that was far from humorous, or someone trying really hard to keep a lid on their mental kettle. It somehow sounded both sad and desperate, though it felt like neither. Certainly not the laughter of a guy who was enjoying himself though. Still, it was just laughter, a noise that carried no weight of its own despite the information one may find within. He dipped down to his knee and gripped at his wound as if he had finally noticed how painful the knife must have been. Not intimidating though. The guy still bled and hurt, so even with his thought pattern being likely skewed, he was still just another opponent. His shouting hushed the audience What a responsive group of people, then he made his dash. Xander caught the movement into his robe, and took the time to notice it was a small weapon, what it was exactly eluded him, but it wasn't important. He was either going to throw it or attack with it, and since it was his left, he expected it to be attack. Cerit seemed to use his scythe as if his right was his dominant hand, and many did not throw with their offhand.

He expected to get in close, hoping to dodge or block the sword and then attack with his mystery tool. He likely expected that the blade's size would be more a hindrance than an asset were he to get past it, and he would be right about that. But Xander did not mind being in a closer range than his sword excelled in. He smiled in response to the dash and let his blade drop to the stone beneath. Cerit was about to learn what knowing your own weaknesses meant. He turned his body to point, his left side now facing the jewel toothed foe. I wonder how brittle those are anyway. The jab would be fast, though it would not be overly strong, just enough so that Cerit would be running into a fist instead of taking control of a close quarters situation. It didn't need to have much force behind it at all; the berserker would provide all the momentum needed with his sprint. The samurai knew exactly how it felt running face first into a tree-branch and expected that his opponent would be feeling something very similar in a moment. That moment was not coming though. Cerit dipped down right as the jab lashed out at where his face was, and he managed to swing under the arm and deliver a cruel metallic blow to the jaw of Xander.

He reeled from the blow, backing up quickly as the man became distracted by himself. Even with his bones being resiliant the blow was terrible, the trobbing much worse than the comparitive scratch left by the duelist not a moment ago. The metal knuckes had ripped some skin off as the first moved upwards to his eye, the jaw not catching the blow well enough to stop the punch where it landed. Hot blood poured into his mouth soon after. It was then he found that having strong bones did not apply to his teeth. There was quite a bit of dental damage now floating in the blood, and he found that he was spitting out a molar and a bunch of chips when he ejected most of the blood.

"Damn. Remind me not to play shot for shot with you any time soon. That's a wicked arm you've got."

Spitting more blood, he thought about where he was and how he was doing. There was a kid who seemed to move like a fairy tale come true, a broken man who threw a left like a demon, and a woman who had claimed that her panda shape wasn't a big deal compared to what she had learned since. And pandas seemed like they would be pretty tough. He was starting to think that being some old guy who knew his way with a blade wasn't qualified to be where he was. They should have invited him six years ago when he could keep up. Indeed, having his strength of old would be quite the boon right now, and a silent prayer was sent to his body to release the grip it had went unanswered.

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
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A smile crossed Boreas’ face as he listened to the rant he had managed to provoke from Cerit. It was a small yet satisfying reaction; however he was a bit dismayed when the fool refused the use of his own scythe. His dismay quickly grew into a small form of shock as he watched the unhinged warrior ignore the blade and throw himself with only his bare hands at the unnamed samurai. The man was clearly crazy to risk the long sword when it was clearly held in the hands of an expert, even if getting under the blade would provide him with a small advantage.

It wasn’t long before Boreas realised that the unnamed samurai was also slightly crazy, for instead of readying his sword he let it slip from his fingers. It clattered to the ground as Boreas realised the prideful fool was obviously going to try his own strength against the madman’s, and he shook his head slightly at the stupidity of the pair. Still, it wasn’t his problem, so Boreas started to turn back to the other foe when his sharp eyes caught sight of some fool play.

Cerit had slipped a thin ban of metal across his knuckles; obviously he had planned this move with a little more thought then Boreas gave him credit for. However the Duellist was worried that the old samurai wasn’t aware of this trick and without thinking his left hand moved close to his belt. In one smooth movement he had caused a double bladed throwing knife to jump into his hand and had thrown the blade with a flick of his wrists, causing the knife to rotate dangerously through the air.

The blade would curve gracefully on a path that would imbed itself into the middle of Cerit’s back as the knuckle busters painfully smashed into the Samurai’s face. Hopefully the move would buy the old fool some time to recover, though Boreas wasn’t sure just why he was helping the old timer. Part of him would rejoice at having one less foe to fight, however the rest of him could never condone the waste of a life, especially if that life had also been forced into this ring. He might even hesitate to end Cerit’s life, thought he was of two minds about that, seeing as how the red robed man was slowly revealing himself to be dangerously insane and it might just be kinder to put him out of his misery. Safer too, for many people.

A movement in the corner of his eye distracted the duellist from that line of thought as he realised something was heading swiftly towards him. It was with a shock that he realised he had been subconsciously blocking out the inappropriately dressed elf in the hopes that she would just go away, however that seemed to be far from the case. She was now heading towards him with a dagger in her hand and a hungry expression on her face. Boreas realised that his own mind had left him in a dangerous predicament with his rapier still sheathed and his attention focused elsewhere.

Still, Boreas hadn’t lived this long without learning to react fast, and before he could even blink he was already jumping backwards while twisting to face his foe. His hand instantly went to the hilt of his rapier and was already drawing it when his eyes caught another view of the scantily clad elf and he did a mental stumble. His eyes averted themselves as his feet stumbled and his rapier twisted just enough to get stuck in the sheath, leaving his exposed forearm to take the brunt of the attack.

The knife slice swiftly through the top layers of skin of his arm and exited with a small trail of crimson liquid trailing it. The blood fell gracefully to the ground where it splattered across the sandy floors, adding its stain to the stains of fights long passed. At first Boreas felt nothing, but then a shocking wave of searing pain caused him to stumble even further backwards and tug more inefficiently at his rapier hilt. Eventually Boreas righted himself and took a deep breath, calming himself down enough so that he could smoothly draw the rapier from its sheath. His right arm burned from the shallow slice across his forearm, yet the wound shouldn’t affect his ability to fight. Not yet, anyway.

Boreas’ cheeks burned as he realised just how much of a fool he had been, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to look directly at the half naked elf. Instead he stared off towards his left, his eyes’ unfocused so as to take advantage of his peripherals to keep track of not just Nunica but all his opponents, his rapier held low yet ready to react to whatever happened next. He was determined not to be caught in such an embarrassing situation again.

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
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Cerit let out a cackle as he felt his Brass knuckle crack Xander in the jaw. Popping up a bit in the air after the uppercut, landing on his feet with a light thud and a swoosh of his robe. His grin showing how pleased he is to see a trail of blood rolling down his neck. Looking as if he had the perfect thing to say to Xander, opening his gleaming mouth wide at the swordsman. His ears twitched lightly as he looked over his shoulder to the sound of a dagger being sprung out and thrown. If Cerit hadn't already harnessed the power of his Master's gift at the time Cerit wasn't even sure there would have be anything he could have done.

But since he was fortunate enough to feel the power quite present in his veins the throw brought out no more emotion beyond irritation as he brought his left foot back to pivot around. "Don't interrupt me!" Cerit had bellowed the phrase with the tone of an angered brat as he brought his knuckle duster around and attempting to smash the blade right out of the air. Having Swatted it like a fly across the arena with a look of extreme displeasure towards Boreas. "Keep your eye on Nuncia. If you don't she'll give your guts some breathing room." A moment of clarity calmed his voice as Boreas turned to try and face her, though he couldn't seem to look her in the eye for some reason. There was no way she had a stare that was more intense then his... He had a cold stare that had stopped warriors in their tracks. And just as quickly turn to a fiery rage, show them a fury unlike any other. How could she beat that? Cerit wondered all this before looking back towards Xander, The little lingering jealously staying in his mind. Pestering him even as he meets the gaze of Xander.

Xander had the common sense to scamper to his feet while Cerit had his back turned, he jaw bleeding a little bit as Cerit gave him another grin. "It's not too late to surrender." Reaching behind with his empty hand with a deep inner breath. Taking the brass knuckle firmly and giving an exhale as he brought both up and smashed them together for a loud metal clashing noise. Backing up to give Xander a bit of space, but to also give himself some space for momentum. Seeing as the man picks up he blade just gives Cerit another excuse to laugh like an over dramatic villain. "You think you can be the hero that brings the monster down? So many have tried... Do you know what the monster does when it finishes it's victims?" Cerit mocks out at his, giving a few light hops from foot to foot to loosen out a bit, throwing mock punches that shuffle in the wind, his foot landing down with a loud bang noise as he takes a wide stance. "He'll use your entrails and your soul to give himself even greater magic."

His muscles desperately flux under their new power. Cerit tried to focus the energy but he couldn't get the strain to stop. He could now see the energy was wild within his body but had no clue as to how to contain it. Flexing his whole body to try to focus before spring forward. It's only a few running steps towards Xander but Cerit tried to get the most out of every bit of space , his right hand and foot both pulled away from Xander before he puts his whole body into the one swing, a hay-maker threatening to crack the left side of his skull. Cerit keeping his left knuckle towards Xander's blade to prepare to defend. Not really worried about the consequences, Cerit only knew he had to gain inside control. The idea to make Xander's reach utterly pointless and force him to drop his sword again. Cerit couldn't fathom Xander staying calm after feeling such a hit. He wondered what would go through Xander's head, would he think about the splatter his brains would make if Cerit connected? Such a nice image... a well written story on the ground. "Boo." He mentioned quietly to the swordsman. Almost a hushed whisper as a joke to himself.

For all his confidence though Cerit felt tired already. His body feeling so much weighed down by the burden, despite how light on his feet he looked. He couldn't stop the heavy breathing as he lungs pleaded for more oxygen. He didn't want to seem weak, the idea made him clench his fists in anger, the metal trapped in his hand feeling almost fragile as he brought all the pressure he could on them. Tempted to try to snap them right in half, as if it'd ease the pain and fatigue, as if it'd prove to the man across to him that he was not the buffoon they had seen early. One more deep breath, taking in the divine stench and breathing out his mouth to calm himself. Cerit knew he needed to concentrate, Looking Xander right in the eye as he braced for whatever follow-up may come, and prove that he could stand across these people in combat and dominate.

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Cerit looked over towards the small duelist, his snide remark laced with the undercurrents of his demonic lord's voice."Keep your eye on Nuncia. If you don't she'll give your guts some breathing room."

She couldn't help the grin as it spread like a plague across her face, turning it from feral to demonically savage, the tips of her teeth showing even; finally someone knew a threat when they saw one. What was even more so elating was the fact that the boy had tried to defend himself from her blow only to have his sword get stuck! It was priceless to see such a youth with such skills fail before her, but even she knew it had more to do with her exposure and not necessarily her skill at that point-- the boy was young. A female form may be foreign to him yet, but one day he will find the beauty in it, and that day he would be better suited to face her (and infuriate her rather than want to make her laugh, which wasnt good for her 'image' as Xander had put it before). As it stood right now, her dagger creating a path of crimson over his arm, he was barely able to even keep her in his peripherals without that annoying blush making his face more scarlet than the blood spilled on the ground nonetheless be able to fight her with his true power.

With Cerit busy with Xander, (a slight twinge of pity for Xander at that point, as the demon man rushed him with those knuckles again), it left her with the boy for sure, almost completely positive of the lack of interference she would get from the two of them; they knew her for the most part. You just don't get in the way of a wild animal's meal. And the boy was starting to look more like a play toy than a true challenge, regardless of the wind's speed he showed earlier. He was the wind, she was the animal-- Cerit the demonic vessel, Xander the elder warrior. She knew at least Xander would be a good fight later on, if he survived the onslaught of Cerit. It was all with a slight glance towards them that she took all this in, and with that turned her feral gaze back to the boy, not worried about him, though her thought tirade only lasted a second. This boy was too young to die, but too bothersome to let live at this point, considering he got in her way of getting the hell out of this damned arena-- the crowd seemed to roar when Cerit went to work, liking the idea of hand on hand combat with demonic possession. It was time to put some of her newer skills to use, the animals thrashing inside of her to let themselves out; plus, she needed to keep her track record over Cerit. It infuriated him more that she could kill just as easily as he could, and with far more grace it seemed, and it was that jealousy of her skill that made her want to do it more. That, and her rabid animals enjoyed it as well, their souls singing happily with each new splatter of gore on their claws..

It seemed to take great concentration for the boy to finally pull his rapier free of its bonds after stumbling backwards, righting himself to seemingly look away from her directly. She had to shake her head. With a deep breath, she let the powers within her bleed fury, her grin sharpening as her eyes changed from yellow to red [Rabid Transformation]. "Now its play time, little boy," she said, her voice laced with the snarls of the animals within her, her dagger still in her hand as she rushed forwards again, not worried about the thin sword the boy had, or his throwing knives. As she took her last step to mark the halfway point between them, she bent as if stumbling on the uneven ground, her hands both touching the ground as her body shifted within a blink into the white spotted form of the snow leopard, already in a crouch. With a spring of her bunched legs, the incline of the ground leaving her head lower than her back end, she launched herself into a pounce that was more level with the ground than arcing up, the claws on her fore paws extended, ready to give the boy a hug he wouldn't forget-- if her teeth or claws sunk into him, she knew it would be better for her overall. Something within her just knew that, though her power from the gem was never used before now, she trusted her gut more than anything. It was the only thing that saved her time and time again.

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Dealing with the dagger as smoothly as Cerit had, as well as the resulting dialogue, provided ample time to retrieve the fallen sword. If the clash had been any sign of the future outcome of hand-to-hand fighting with the self-proclaimed monster, not having his sword would be a dangerous situation. The weapon wasn't too far; it was not as if the blow had staggered him back towards the walls of the arena. Cerit's pivot to converse with the helpful duellist created a safe passage, and once again, Xander was armed.

He back stepped a few times to try and distance himself from his opponents. It seemed to be the plan that the berserker would try to come in swinging, hoping to get passed the blade again. The first time must have been beyond easy. The second time would not create a pattern. More blood was spit out while Cerit offered his warning to Boreas, which he would have done himself were they any less friendly. Comfortable with the new distance, he straighted his back and rolled back his shoulders, his posture that of a confidant man's.

"It is too late to surrender. Last I was told, only one of us is walking out of here alive. So you kill heroes? I was wonderin' were they all went. It's not cool to kill those guys ya know? Guess that's another reason for me to make sure you aren't the one who gets to leave after this."

The man didn't retrieve his scythe, which meant either more fists that made talking hard and painful, not to mention wet, or some of that so far unseen but very felt blunt force that hit his back earlier.

"Though, knowing you kill heroes left and right makes me feel a little less like a chump for getting knocked around. I'm no hero. And Boreas, my name is Xander Fohr. Thanks for helping me out, but since I'm getting serious now, I suggest you do the same. I am just as much your foe as Cerit is."

He finished his little dialogue by spitting out some more of the liquid ache. A short jog down memory lane informed him that he hadn't been hurt by a punch that much since he pissed of a drunk Orc, which, in all fairness, was only a couple months ago. But the damage on the inside of his mouth made it much less pleasant then that one had seemed at the time, and at least he felt better about it; picking fights with someone that large was daring, but actively trying to avoid the punch with a bit of style and failing was something that an old person who was out of their prime would do.

"It's lookin' like I can't just goof off and win this one. Not without getting hurt a bunch first at least. C'mon Cerit, let's have a bit of fun!"

The spring forward was sudden, and if Xander had not been getting into fights as a past-time and feeling the consequences of taking on people that were just as strong, or stronger, than he was, he may have felt some sort of fear. If his dad was not so determined to rob him of this weakness, he may have flinched or hesitated. Instead, he met the gaze that was starring into his eyes, and waited for the short distance to be gapped. When he stopped to wind up for a stronger blow, Xander was ready. His sword came upwards and to the left, kept close enough to his body so that the blade would go where he wanted it to without sacrificing any power to keep extra control. There was no need; his skills made hitting himself by accident a laughable fantasy. With quick fury the blade sped to the inside of the elbow of the attacking arm, and learning from last time, it was not going to rely on the oncoming momentum to deal damage [Peerless + Quickened Assault]. If the man was throwing the fist as harder than last time, he may very well find himself without the lower half of the painful annoyance. No more showy game stuff until he was winning.

Likely, now that he wasn't just messing around, the crowd would actually like him. He had a feeling dismemberment would be a crowd pleaser.


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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
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Hey Nunica, this post assumes you let me kick you off me. If you have a problem with that, please PM me before you post and I will edit it.

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Nunica once again charged into close quarters, probably hoping to take more advantage of the young Duellist’s immaturity. Boreas, however, had been fighting a savage battle inside his own mind, using his determination and stubbornness to bash down his immaturity and reduce his embarrassment to a manageable level. It was a struggle, for he had never before had to face a situation like this and wasn’t quite prepared to deal with these emotions, yet knowing this was also a life and death situation was a powerful motivator.

Swallowing once, Boreas twisted around to face his black haired foe as she closed in on him. Boreas tried kept his eyes firmly on his foes face, yet his cheeks burning brightly because he couldn’t help but briefly noticing the unclad torso. Still, his stubbornness helped him remain focused, and Boreas focused properly on his foe for the first time since this major distraction had entered the field.

His first worry was letting her get close with that dagger once again, yet something seemed slightly wrong to him. He had watched uncountable foes charge at him over his life, and doing so had given him an idea of what type of movements to expect. Yet something about this charge was off and he couldn’t quite place it until the girl crouched low, looking for all the world like a wild animal preparing to leap upon its foolish prey.

It was that random thought that kicked his instincts into gear, and he instinctively prepared for an attack that wasn’t from a civilised foe. This girl was obviously unhinged, and Boreas suddenly expected a savage leap with no regard for personal safety or common sense. What he didn’t expect was for the slim girl to suddenly be replaced with a snow white leopard in mid leap, complete with some wicked looking claws and dangerously long teeth.

Shock took over Boreas’ mind, yet it didn’t stop his well-trained instincts from kicking into gear. He purposely fell backwards, letting his rapier fall to the side as he did so. The sheer momentum behind the animal made the slim blade of the rapier absolutely pointless, yet Boreas knew he had to inflict some harm on the animal to stun it long enough for Boreas to escape his suddenly dangerous situation. Therefore he reached deep within himself, visiting the twin cores of his soul and once more tapping into the breezy side of his nature. This time Boreas gathered all the force that he could and surged it up into his clenched left fist, ready to be used.

As Boreas’ back hit the ground he bent his knees close to his chest before kicking upwards with his feet in an attempt to fling the large pouncing animal off him. At the same time the clenched fist of his left hand was punching upwards, and the power that Boreas had gathered seconds before exploded out the end of his fist before forming a solid blade equal in size to that of a short sword (Air Blade used). Hopefully the razor sharp blade of air would inflict some heavy damage on the animal’s furry chest even as his feet pushed it off of him, yet Boreas knew he wouldn’t be able to escape the attack unharmed.

And sure enough the leopard’s claws tore painfully into both of the duellist’s shoulders, leaving shallow if painful wounds as it was shoved off the duellist. He didn’t know if his air blade, which had now dissipated into thin air, had inflicted any damage, yet he did know that it would be his end if he didn’t get off his back. And so, ignoring his knew wounds, Boreas leapt to his feet and twisted to face his furry foe.

It was then that Boreas knew something was wrong. The sudden twisting movements left him feeling slightly woozy, and he swayed on his feet for a single instinct. His stomach churned a little, and Boreas felt a general feeling of sickness creep slowly over his body. At first he was puzzled, but then a memory came to mind. It was a glance of the leopard’s eyes that Boreas had caught as it had leapt at him. Eyes that where blood red and looked slightly mad, slightly insane, yet mostly rabid…

And suddenly Boreas knew that he must not let that leopard draw blood again.

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"Get that smug look off your face before I smash it off!"

It had echoed through the arena, but even more in his head as he saw the optimistic look that was planted across Xander's face. He wasn't sure how to react to a look like that . Cerit was caught up in his own world for a moment with a perplexed expression rage and pity. Thoughts came rushing into his head almost scolding himself. "Why is he so goddamn happy?! He felt my strength. He should cower!" Half expecting an answer. Cerit had reminisced back into all the priceless faces he has seen, the line of faces tainted by the smug expression of a lone swordsman. In a flash there was an understanding as the harsh reality of the sword coming up and across trying to lop off his arm before he can land his punch.

The prospect of losing an arm when he wielded a two-handed weapon was grim. His own body almost picking up on it and his predator eyes flared as he let's his reflexes kick in. Zu guiding his blocking hand up to meet the steel of the blade with his knuckle duster even while clouded by the fog of his own distractions. As he felt the metals collide his arm's muscles rippled as more of an instinct. Trying to knock the sword back around as far as he could. "You can't beat me with just speed..." He coldly uttered in a voice that in no way resembled Cerit's. Low, gritty and hungry. Accompanied by his eyes lighting up with a faint glow, the crimson and purple light blending together before dying out just as quickly as the glow began.
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Lurching forward but not following through with the punch. Instead Cerit reached to grab around the back of Xander's neck. He pulled Xander closer, trying to force him around and snatch his wrist as he opened his mouth wide shouting. "Is this entertaining enough for you?!" Throwing his face down and digging his fangs into the soft flesh of Xander's arm. A chill going through his body as the taste of Xander's blood flooded into his mouth, feeling the tearing flesh between each tooth. Cerit wanted to let go but something pushed him forward, He crushed down on that arm with all the pressure his jaw would allow before he was allowed to gasping for air and spitting out the blood as he put his boot up to Xander's back push him away. Eye's wide and clearly shocked with himself as he loses balance and lands ass first on the ground looking as if he was about to puke.

Reaching one arm up slowly as he dragged a hand across his lips. Looking at the blood soaked hand with disdain. Gawking as he spat out as much of the nasty iron taste as he could. He had honestly expected the sharp teeth to be just decoration. Cerit pondered and pondered as he slowly got to his feet and wiped his face with his own robe. He felt every move as he got up, no longer feeling so light on his feet but relieved enough to get up without issue. The massive pressure of his own muscles letting up. He took his robe and pulled it off over his head. He revealed his torso and the nasty stab wound before curling the robe up into a ball and tossing the blood-soaked thing to the side. He needed to feel a bit of distance between himself and Zu right that moment. Boasting about being a monster was much different from losing control and trying to rip someone's arm off.

Deep in his own world, giving Xander light glances to watch him as Cerit moved towards his scythe, putting his arms to his side and flattening out his fingers and left the brass knuckles on the ground behind him. Cerit nonchalantly strolled over to his scythe as the whole situation became more detached, letting it sink in what he was becoming... what he became. He hefted the scythe in one arm up over his shoulder to turn back over to look at Xander.His other hand going up to feel the bloody wound on his chest. "This is what it means to be the chosen of Zu. How could you possibly hope to oppose me?" He said out loud, his right eye visibly twitching as he mentioned chosen.

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The look of complete confusion in the boy's eyes as she started her lunge let her know that as much as he had seen many do similar things, he had never seen one such as her, which made her feral grin grow; the look of shock as she made her lunge to tear the boy apart was even more satisfying. What wasn't so great was that the boy seemed to have reflexes catered more to a cautious cat, tumbling backwards to avoid her lunge and getting his feet under her to throw her off. If it wasn't for the blade materializing in the boy's left hand at the last second, she would have thought all of this without regret. As it was, the blade caught her in mid bounce off of him as her claws raked across his shoulders, making a small cut along the top of her head as his push made her do a front flip off of him, her head having been tucked down to try for making his neck a snack as well. Tail flailing in circles as she righted herself for the landing, she landed on her feet facing away from the boy, turning around quickly with a snarling hiss.

The boy was up but seemed to waver on the spot a moment, her mind picking up the signs of distress and confusion, and soon enough the realization as a new fear came into the boys eyes; he realized her new secret. Inside she grinned, outside her teeth shone sharp and deadly, her claws flexing into the rocky rubble. A small trail of crimson made it from between her ears, trickling down over the whiskers above her eye making her close them for a second as a paw came up and wiped the offensive liquid from her sight, her fury reaching new heights.

A quick look to her left gave her the edge she wanted, and with a neat bound, she balanced neatly on the broken pillar, her clawed toes hanging over the edges as she narrowed her eyes on the boy, looking just like a hunting cat. That's what she wanted him to think though; that she was just a cat.

Hunkering down, tail swishing to keep balance as her toes kneaded the stone, she dove off the pillar in a straight streak towards the boy, seconds before striking him shifting forms again; the velocity of the leopard's leap would make this quite painful if the ram's one full horn and the other broken horn connected with the boy in any way. The cut on her head was still there over the left eye, the left horn broken halfway from a past battle making it slightly more pointed than the blunt side of her other horn.

As her hooves landed on the rocky ground, she caught her footing easily enough, the ram's natural habitat more rocky and steep than this, and thrust her head towards him, hoping to catch him lower than he was expecting, considering the change of height from her true form, to her leopard, and now to her ram... it was going to be fun.

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As said, speed alone wasn't doing much. Though, even with the effort, the swipe of a long sword wasn't about to go have a competition when it came to speed in the first place. Something lighter and faster likely would have faired better. If his body had chosen to give the battle its full effort, perhaps the small metal that redirected his long blade away from removing a limb would have been split, ruining his hand just as much as Xander was going for originally, but the short lived hope was shot down. The attack continued, relentless, hardly slowed at all from what could have been a powerful block. He tried to back up, to keep the raging man out-ranged, but found a hand gripping the back of his neck first. He was not fond of people who successfully got close in a battle, especially when they could overpower him. Backing up wasn't working; the man's arm was certainly a strong one. Pulling back only served to make the opponent's lunge less graceful.

Watching him open his mouth to reveal the nasty purpled incisors threw Xander into a bit of a panic. What he should have done was dropped the blade and threw another jab, hoping to ruin his likely expensive mouth, but the throbbing of his face told him it was a poor choice. He froze for only a small moment, and that was all it took for the gemmed teeth to plunge into his left forearm, like a small bear-trap closing. He let out a loud bellow, as if he could simply scare the man off with a booming sound. In that panic, he let his arm relax, thinking about pain reduction even in his freeze. It would be easier for the teeth to cut through soft muscle, but it also wouldn't shred the muscle apart as much. His arm may stay usable.

Usable or not though, it had been quite some time since he had earned a wound that hurt that much. It was like getting two deep knife cuts in close proximity at the same time, but worse, with that horrible grip that held for a brief, but painful moment. Thankfully the man was not an oversized dog and let go. Thankfully again he was wearing the leather armor he did, which did little to stop the teeth but prevented the entire length from drilling in. But no more. With both combatants putting distance between each other, Xander tossed his sword in the sheath and quickly wiggled out of the light protection. His face had gone pale, and the bite had certainly been enough to wipe away any smugness that may have been showing from before.

The samurai dumped the over-shirt into a now partially bloodied pile, removing all his armor besides his gloves. The shirt went next, but it was not thrown to the dirty ground, but instead had the sleeves tied around the wound on his arm, a feat that was done quickly with his own teeth and right hand. It applied pressure over the wide wound, though not enough to stop all the blood flow, evident as the colour of the garment slowly changed to red. There was a great deal of grunting, but this was not out of practice for him. It had been awhile, true, but wounds used to be commonplace in his life before, and he had used his shirt as a makeshift bandage before. Thankfully, in this free for all, he had been blessed with time to treat the bite, not pressed by its origin nor the other two. A glance told him why; Nuncia had wasted no time shifting into something a bit more threatening than a near naked Sylvaan.

He stood back up straight to look directly at Cerit, his left arm twitching beyond the point of use. Determination still evident, though the smile had faded. It was then his body returned to him a gift. Strength flowed through his body, and a wonderful feeling was dumped into the strange stew of emotions. He would compare it to jumping off a cliff on a hot summer day to plunge into a body of cool water. Exhilarating and refreshing, with a very familiar feeling at the end. He was closer to where he was in his prime; his body decided that this fight was more than just an agitated bar brawl. [Slow Starter]

With his right hand alone, he drew his blade again, and pointed it toward Cerit, who seemed almost as shook up from what he did as Xander was. The crowd was obviously impressed about seeing the large weapon wielded in a single arm, though it was hard to really tell where the excitement over the unexpected bite ended and the appreciation for the show of strength began. He knew Cerit was capable of using a long sword single handedly, but the point was meant to show he didn't need both arms anymore. He flexed his left to see it was still reacting, but the pain would make using it as little as possible preferred.

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(Sorry for the delay. Was sick for a week then Easter popped up on us.)

Boreas’ eyes had no trouble following his feline opponent as she jumped upon one of the many crumbling pillars. His body, however, was still reeling from the invasive feeling of a harmful substance spreading throughout his limbs, and was much slower in following his foes movements. He could feel the poison seep into each muscle; slowing draining its strength and stamina and making it harder for the slim duellist to do the things that normally came naturally to him, like standing or walking.

Still, physical strength was only one side of the battle, and he knew from experience that a poison that sapped strength and stamina this fast wouldn’t last that long. Or at least, it didn’t last long when he had fought the cold samurai Sutera. Now there was a warrior one could respect, someone who fought with skill instead of savage force, like this hoping beast before him. Unfortunately, in Boreas’ weakened state that savage force was incredibly dangerous, and the duellist had to hope that his wits and instincts would protect him long enough for his body to fight this foreign substance.

And that may be harder then he thought, especially with the leopard leaping off the pillar and morphing into a ram in mid-air. It was a cruel looking beast, with a one of its horns broken and a nasty slice above its left eye. The eyes, however, were still the same enraged, red orbs that the leopard had sported, and Boreas knew that the beast would be carrying the same sapping poison in the saliva dripping off its teeth.

The ram landed with sure feet, barely wobbling as it charged forward with its head lowered. Boreas timed his reaction carefully, knowing that he wouldn’t have the energy for any wasteful movements. When the ram was committed to its charge and unable to turn easily Boreas leaped to his right side, his left hand flashing over his belt as he summoned one of his normal throwing knives to his hand. As the ram’s head drew level with the same space that Boreas had vacated seconds before his left hand flashed out once more, flinging the blade with unerring accuracy at left side of the beasts neck even as the duellist fell to the ground (Dive bomb used).

The impact knocked the wind out of the duellist’s lungs even though the sand was softer than most of the surfaces he had fought on before. Without pausing to hesitate he rolled once to the side and sprang to his feet, regretting the manoeuvre almost instantly as the demanding moves sapped more of his diminishing strength. Boreas swayed a few more steps away from the ram while keeping his eyes on all his foes. He yearned to be able to lie down and rest, yet he knew that even a second of letting his guard down now would cost him more than he could pay. He had to continue to struggle, fighting not just the foes around him but also the poison inside of him, draining his strength and stamina.

However, on the bright side of things, at least the poor duellist didn’t have to avoid any bare chested elves any more.

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Dive Bomb used, 1x uses left

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
PostPosted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:01 pm 
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Deangle has dropped out of this fight.

Nuncia is without internet for the foreseeable future, and as confirmed on Saturday (yesterday) is forced to withdraw.

And I'm backing out. Victory goes to Chase/Boreas.

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 Post subject: Re: The Spirit of Battle(MSS vs Chase vs Deangle vs Karnage)
PostPosted: Tue May 24, 2011 3:19 am 
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Darn, i was hoping for this to go on. Oh well, can a mod please give out rewards?

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