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Post by 7john7 on Oct 8, 2005 13:20:36 GMT -8
Ivan was slashing in every direction, jumping, twirling, men roaring in pain all around him.
A well aimed blow then hit Ivan in the side, knocking him to the ground, luckily it caused no wounds other then a bad bruise. Ivan slightly rose from the ground and quickly slashed his swords aiming at the surrounding men's legs. The solders around Ivan then hit the ground from the sudden blow to lower body throwing off their balance.
Ivan leaped up onto his feet, dropped his swords and then reached his hands out to his sides. Then all of the sudden the solders all around Ivan went flying into the air, as if they were struck by a giant wall.
The solders still standing began retreating. Ivan looked in the direction they were running and saw their leader standing on top of a hill.
Ivan went running to wards their leader, with the intention of bringing him down. Ivan drew his left hand sword from off his shoulders, as he ran toward the hill.
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Post by deliverance on Oct 8, 2005 21:18:20 GMT -8
The matter that had formed in front of Shivelle, was only an after-image. Upon her touch, the image dispersed, and the being was no longer there.
"Though my eyes may be sealed shut, my mind sees all." Angelus was stading beside Shivelle at about a five yard distance. Springing with his feet, he launched himself at such a speed that he easily closed the distance between them. With both blades drawn and easily wielded, he brought them into the position of scissors. Her neck was inbetween both blades, and in an instant, her head would become his. Vampire or not, if this blow hit, it would be fatal.
The warriors took up full lines behind their leaded and around the hill. The Hawk Eyes took cover within the trees, making the best of the camogflague. Seeing them was not easy, if possible.
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Post by rikimaru on Oct 8, 2005 21:19:37 GMT -8
Vincent's attention was drawn by the bolt of lightning, and he waved at the angel brothers. "Demons and angels together again." He said, remembering a quote of Riki at their first meeting.
The assassin nodded, smirking behind his mask. The warrior summoner nodded as well, their light wings unfurling fully and flying with great speed towards the hill.
Vincent paused a moment, his muscles seeming to all contract at once. His shape shifted again, back to what seemed to be his regualr state except a pool of shadow that seem to congregate at his feet. With a twisted smirk he made his way after the brothers.
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Post by brainsqugee on Oct 9, 2005 12:08:00 GMT -8
Raiku lowered himself down next to Aegis. He put his hand on his head, and teleported deep into the woods. Raiku investigated Aegis wounds. "My god... Aegis these have to come out..." Raiku put a stick inside Aegis's mouth, as that he could bite down when the pain struck him. " One, two, THREE!" Raiku pulled out one of the arrows. Aegis screamed. Raiku tore off his right sleeve and wrapped the wound with it, to stop the bleeding. This grueling method took several minutes. Eventually, when all the arrows were out, Raiku pulled out a potion and fed it to Aegis. "Now, my friend, you must rest." With that he swung around and teleported back to the battle. They could use all the help they could get.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 11, 2005 10:46:05 GMT -8
Shivelle gasps, but she quickly hits the blades out of her way with her two scyths. Her back muscles contract as she flaps her wings and flies backwards. Her red eyes flash. "You're clever, aren't you?"
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Post by deliverance on Oct 11, 2005 17:40:40 GMT -8
Angelus stood on the hill, just looking off into the distance. In truth though, his eyes were focused soully on her. He was blinded in his eyesight, but what he had gained for that loss was something far greater then any normal eyes could ever do for him. Bringing his hands to his sides, that gripped his blades, he let a smirk fall onto his lips.
"Dance of the Falling Leaves..."
A whirlwind began to form at the base of the hill, and quickly worked its way up to Shivelle. The wind might have thrown her off of balance, but that was it for now. Following the strong current of the wind spiraling upwards, leaves began to fall from the trees and accompany the wind. Soon Shivelle was encompassed in a tornado of leaves, and escaping wasn't something one could do with wings. Inside the very wind tunnel, there would be such an erratic maze of leaves that it made flying with the current, impossible.
On top of the tornado, there stood Angelus, dancing rhythmically and gracefully. Then, as if continuing the dance, he flew down towards Shivelle with great speed. Disappearing right in front of her eyes, something became rather odd... In the next moment, a flurry of blades flew out from the inner walls of the tornado, all aimed for Shivelle. She would have an interesting time with this...
Meanwhile, Angelus stood outside of the tornado with his blades sheathed, and merely looking over the battlefield.
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Post by brainsqugee on Oct 11, 2005 17:46:47 GMT -8
Raiku examined the tornado of blades, that magic was far to advanced for him, but perhaps while Angelus was focused on that... He lunged towards Angelus unsheathing his scimitar, and swung at his neck.
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Post by rikimaru on Oct 11, 2005 19:04:47 GMT -8
Vincent rushed up the hill and froze at the view of magical splendor. "He's strong..." He said between grit teeth. The shadows slinked up his laegs, coatings his being in the darkness. His blindfold across his eyes fell to the ground. He then lurched forward towards the wall of blades.
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Post by deliverance on Oct 11, 2005 19:07:35 GMT -8
Angelus' body automatically fell backwards, in the same direction that Raiku flew towards him. Using Raiku's momentum against him, he brought his arms over his shoulders to hold himself up and brought his legs up just to Raiku's head. Giving no time to change thoughts, Angelus thrusted his legs up and towards his head. Either he would be sent flying straight into the tornado of blades, or he would use some mystical force to save himself.
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Post by 7john7 on Oct 11, 2005 19:22:29 GMT -8
Ivan tore through solder's as he charged toward the hill, at which their leader stood.
Ivan sent men flying in every direction as he reached out with his right hand. It was as if the men were physically grabbed and thrown into the air, but nothing had touched them...
Ivan's eyes pulsed white blue as he reached the base of the hill and saw the battle taking place at the top.
"A magician." Ivan said to himself. "Foolish, very foolish."
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Post by rikimaru on Oct 11, 2005 20:07:28 GMT -8
Vincent drew himself up and extended a palm towards the warrior mage. "You're not the only spellcaster here." The pool of shadows drew up into an orb and burst, sending a volley of shadow shards towards Angelus who was in an awkward position.
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Post by Sorrows on Oct 11, 2005 23:19:42 GMT -8
A loud booming voice struck out like lightning, with a large white flash accompanying it. "Coinfeigm! Benignios!!" The shards flung at Angelus were consumed and disintigrated into the light. After a moment the brilliance disappeared, and a bronze and leather clad soldier stood alone next to the hilltop. Above him the light retracted into what looked like a coin. As the light was completely gone, the coin began to fall harmlessly downwards, into the open palm of the soldier. He glared at the caster with cold eyes. He stood not far off from where Ivan charged the field towards the hill. Turning quickly towards the assailant he trust his arm from out of his cloak and threw another coin into the air. "Confeigm! Insurmountios!!" This time the light was a brilliant brown, the color of earth, and as the light stretched a section of earth in front of Ivan's path broke away and began to raise at an amazing rate as the swordsman stepped upon it. The sheer force of the momentum change would knock any person to their feet, as the pillar rose 5 stories in the air above the hilltop. It would almost be suicide to leap from there, and this was the soldier's intention, to disable, not to harm. Though this open target for the Hawkeyes would be hard for them to pass up. Yet, it was still not his hands bloodied. (~ As god-like as you are, it looks like you could use a little assistance to keep it interesting. ^_^ ~)
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Post by rikimaru on Oct 12, 2005 7:36:59 GMT -8
Vincent paused a moment and glanced back, nodding at the younger angel. Tesshu's hammer glowed lights and he swooped forward. A glyph on his arm began to glow a light brown and th eart quaked around him. The pillar was suddenly surrounded by lessar pillars, offering Hawkeye many routes down
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Post by deliverance on Oct 12, 2005 9:51:28 GMT -8
(The help is appreciated, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. ^.~)
Angelus landed swiftly and quickly, and both feet, as if nothing had ever happened. His body stood unwavering to even the wind surrounding him. A slight grin came to his face as he knew his opponents had been decieved. Angelus was no spell caster, and the only magic he wielded was the ability to play music inside his own mind. That was all he needed, the beat of a song to defeat his opponent. He did everything by his sword. He lived by his sword, and he would die by his sword. It was the way of a true master of the sword.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 12, 2005 10:48:21 GMT -8
Shivelle was cursing sulfurously within the cursed tornado, wielding her scyths unwaveringly to keep the blades from hitting her. She could smell her own blood... not good. With the greatest concentration she had ever before mustered, she called out to Dark with her mind.
Dark noticed the tornado... who could not? She had been called to... it had been the awareness of Shivelle. The elf knew that the vampiress was in that spinning thing at the top of the hill. Taking a huge breath, she gathered her will and whispered the word "disperse." It was difficult, for it was not a substancial thing. She realized that as the energy drained from her body. Perhaps if she gave more strength, she could damage the mind of the creator. She pushed with all her might.
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