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Post by Ninmast on Dec 22, 2009 22:49:19 GMT -5
*Steven vs Nayra*
The glass's blind aim was off, and a small piece scratched his shoulder, and yet he made no sound of pain. Instead, he adjusted his aim for where he had heard the cry and began firing again, moving closer as he did so. When he got close enough, he jumped clear over the counter, a move that likely would go unexpected from the robotics professional, as he flipped clean over it, landing with a strange amount of grace as he landed with both guns focused on where the genius would be. For the first time, Steven got a good look at his attacker. He was dressed in steel boots, tan slacks, a white button-up shirt and a brown trench coat. Brown hair in a casual cut topped his head and aviator's shades blocked his eyes from view, though strangely they did nothing to hinder his eyesight in the dimness of the pizzaria.
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Post by raptorman on Dec 22, 2009 22:57:13 GMT -5
*Steven vs Nayra*
Blind fire even blind fire that is directed is notoriously inaccurate and as the man had been firing Steven had been using the counter as cover crawling closer to the door. He knew that this situation was a death trap and he did not plan to stick around inside the pizza parlor. No he would take the fight elsewhere. As the man had jumped over the counter Steven had been scrambling through the foot of open space between the counter and door. He had the unfortunate luck that his own trap sprang as he moved through the door but as he had expected that and the knives swung down just after he was out.
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 24, 2009 10:19:25 GMT -5
*Steven vs Nayra*
But someone hustling that fast would cause a fair amount of noise that might have been covered by traditional gunshots, but failed about these quieter laser shots, and not to mention, there was still the visual activity, so thus Hawkins was still aiming where Steven was scurrying, and shot at him even as he tried to get to the door.
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Post by Alex-065 on Dec 27, 2009 20:37:34 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
Had Arvia grown complacent in her old age? She had to wonder as she lay in the leaf littler, choking on her own milky white blood. The creatures of the collector had struck her with a speed and ferocity she had not prepared herself for, and the jungle allowed her to feel the pain of her mistake. The beautiful guardian was not above the other creatures of the jungle. She too would be forced to adapt or perish in the face of this new threat. Through the pain of her poignant injuries, she would grow stronger. And that was a promising thought.
Arvia smiled at her good fortune as she regained her feet and studied her wounds as they healed in the sun light with the faintest tingling sensation. "Perhaps I have misjudged you," she admitted, her crown of leafs resonated in a musing tone. "Not just a mere intruder to be expunged and eradicated; you have been sent to test me by the will of the jungle. How else would it have allowed you to reach my domain? I welcome the opportunity," she said this as she licked at a healing gash across the back of her hand. "For anything that is not constantly tested grows weak."
"Come," she beckoned to the boy. "Help me grow into full bloom..."
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 27, 2009 20:49:08 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
"Gladly," the boy answered. "If you can defeat me, then you will have the power to push all of Team Rocket from this area and I will be forced to order a full retreat from your domain." Arvia might have found it strange that he seemed so eager at the prospect of losing when he was fighting so hard, but she had little time to consider it.
"Scyther, X-Scissor! Pidgeot, continue with Aerial Ace!" At his command, Pidgeot continued with the fast, virtually undodgeable Flying attack, while Scyther came in low with both scythes drawn back, intending to catch her in between a powerful double slash Bug-type move.
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Post by Alex-065 on Dec 27, 2009 22:06:58 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
"We shall see..." No sooner had Arvia regained her full luster, she was under attack once more. She did not flinch or flee. What was that charming human expression, she wondered. No pain, no gain? So true, she thought as she met the gaze of the on rushing Pidgeot. It's sharp beak punctured another hole in her abdomen, which had once housed slovenly organs her new body no longer needed. Arvia embraced the pain and seized the moment. Along with the bird's feathered neck, catching it in a vice grip between her shapely thighs.
It was a technique many men had secretly enjoyed in the final moment before their skulls were crushed. But such innuendo was lost on the hapless Pidgeot, and Avria would not be so cruel as to kill it for it's master's crimes. Instead, with a deft backyards flip she then sent her first attacker hurling towards the second. A trainer like Shawn would have been able to recognize the move immediately. Seismic Toss.
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 27, 2009 22:31:32 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
The pokemon were familiar with it, too, however, and the quick Scyther swirved under the thrown Pidgeot, which caught itself a short moment after with its broad wings. As Scyther continued on its attack course - and quite assuredly, the same trick would not work on it and would simply end in the woman's legs sliced clean off - the bird took its time circling around outside her reach.
Suddenly, the bird beat its wings fiercely, just a few moments before Scyther's attack would land. The sudden Air Slash was not only powerful, but would likely cause the jungle goddess to flinch, thus causing her to miss her opportunity to respond to the even more powerful X-Scissor.
Meanwhile, Shawn smiled grimly. His pokemon were fighting valiantly, but they were only two of six, he told himself as he palmed another of the small red and white orbs, and you never knew when they might need a little more help.
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Post by Alex-065 on Dec 30, 2009 23:38:49 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
Though on her guard, the powerful gale caused a momentary lapse in Arvia's focus on the onrushing Scyther. And that was all it took. The twin blows she should have been able to block slashed across her chest. An eruption of white blood filled and perfumed the air with a heady scent. Though grieved for having been so violated, Arvia did not stagger. The pain only strengthened her resolve and gave greater speed to her powerful legs as she lashed out with a flurry of kicks against the bug Pokémon. Could it have been Endeavor?
As she swept her legs through the air, time slowed in Arvia's perception as she searched for a soft spot in Scyther's chitinous shell where her venomous nails could find purchase. She notice one at the top of it's neck, under it's chin. All she needed now was proper timing...
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 4, 2010 12:44:16 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
"Scyther, Return!" As Shawn pulled out the ball that he had originally released the insect from, it disappeared back into the orb in a flash of red light. He brought his other hand around, however, to reveal another. "Nidoking, Flamethrower! On the plants!" The great dinosaur emerged with a roar as it drew its head back, then unleashed a cascading wave of fire on the plant life before it, dragging it back and forth to spread the blaze.
If Arvia attempted to intervene, she would find herself struck from behind by Pidgeot with a resultingly powerful Pursuit. In her weakened condition, it could very well tear right through her.
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Post by Alex-065 on Feb 7, 2010 0:28:32 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
The forest burned, and Arvia with it. Not in body, but in spirit.
The arboreal maiden had had little sense of self-preservation to begin with. Now, seeing her children wither and char under the hellish breath of a horned monster, she became even more steadfast in her commitment to sacrifice her life if need be. What was her live compared to the life of her jungle? To all the living things within it, both those that existed in the present, and the unknowable infinitude of all those yet to be? The choice could not have been more clear.
Ignoring the great bird that was nearly upon her, Arvia's outstretched arm spurred the undergrowth to action. Vines shot out of the leaf litter to take hold of the fire-breathing menace, wriggling as they looped around it's wide mouth and swiftly bound it shut in a spiteful vice-grip. A further multitude of green tendrils took hold of the creature's limbs and forcefully wrestled it to the ground, face down in a freshly grown crop of mushrooms that exuded yellow clouds of sleep-inducing spores.
A small victory. And Arvia paid for it dearly. She turned too late to try and confront the giant, swooping bird. It struck her with force enough to send her flying backwards through the air and the leafy brush that did little to soften her fall. When the world became still again Ariva found herself staring up at the glinting forest canopy, past the think columns of gray smoke that rose from the beast's lingering fires. And Arvia was in profound pain. The worse her otherwise half-numbed body had experienced since her years-long metamorphosis. But she didn't show it. Dazed, she tired to get up, and discovered she could not.
Both of her arms had been severed. The left at the shoulder. The right just above the elbow. The pleasant smell of wet earth mixed with mint filled Avria's senses as she lay in a widening pool of her own milky blood, her mind in a haze, and feeling strangely calm as she observed the sky though the trees.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 7, 2010 11:01:08 GMT -5
*Arvia vs Shawn*
"Nidoking, good job, return." The snoring giant returned from within the vines to its waiting orb as they crumpled down. Pidgeot seemed intent to charge again, but Shawn stopped it with a motion from his hand. He moved to find the woman and when he did, he examined her state with a quick glance.
"Blastoise," he called as he pulled out another one, this one some sort of massive, blue turtle. Such odd creatures he had in his employ. "Put those fires out." As the lumbering turtle moved off to oblige, he turned back to Arvia. He bent down and took some vines in hand and moved to make tourniquets for her limbs.
"I am going to stop the bleeding," he explained, "then I am going to leave, return to the Rocket Base. When you recover, you should use your vines to burrow under the ground and strike at the base's generator. It is located below-ground at the center of the base. If your vines can follow the thrumming, they will find it easily. If they can crush it in their grip, the base will be destroyed and we will be forced to leave. Do you understand?"
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Post by Alex-065 on Feb 13, 2010 18:56:52 GMT -5
Arvia watched the boy's hands as he bound her wounds. She cringed, not in pain, but out of disgust of the flavor of his fingers on her skin; musky and sour. Her bloody white stumps had begun to ooze and fizzle with an aromatic froth that would soon harden into rock-hard resin. With sunlight and little patience, nature would make her whole again. She didn't need a the human's help to heal, or his pity. But she needed an explanation.
The jungle woman's righteous indignation began to fade, despite her wanting to hold on to it. But she was reminded that bitterness was poison to the soul, and seemed unwarranted in the face of the boy's extraordinary change of heart.
"I understand," Arvia replied in her flanging voice. Despite her weakness, her head of leaves still buzzed with fervor. "But why do you give me these words? Why now do you relent?"
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 13, 2010 19:23:11 GMT -5
He finished stopping the bleeding on the other limb as he answered. "You are not the only one forced by fate to serve a force greater than you," he told her, "but that force isn't always a benevolent one, and it isn't always one the servant wants to follow. Though I wear the uniform of one of their Executive Officers, I hate Team Rocket with a passion. I was driven to combat you here as much as you were driven to defend the forest, if not in as direct a manner. That does not mean I wanted to. I don't like hurting anybody or anything, but I don't get a choice in the matter. You and the forest that tends you, and other forests, they're important, and they deserve better than getting mowed down to serve Team Rocket's interests, or anyone else's for that matter."
The boy stood and returned the giant turtle to its pokeball as he motioned for Pidgeot to come down beside him. He glanced back over his shoulder to her before mounting the bird. "You and the forest have my most sincere apologies for the damage I have caused both of you. Were it possible, I would not have done so, and would not have seen the organization encroach as far upon you as it did. One day, I'll be able to follow my own path again and make sure these things don't happen, but for now, I am just a sword in Giovanni's hand, and I have no choice but to cut where I am swung."
He seemed as if he wanted to say so much more, but even if he tried, they would only be a constant stream of apologies, and those would serve no one. He had said what he needed to say. Repeating himself would just be a waste of Arvia's time. So, with his eyes the only thing to portray the depths of his sorrow for his actions, he gazed at her one last time, then turned back ahead. There was a steeling of his back, a stiffening that indicated himself hardening himself for something, and away from her, his face hardened into that mask that he had been forced to greet her with. "Back to base, Pidgeot. We're done here."
With a caw, the great bird took off into the air, surging back above the trees and flying, trainer and all, out of sight.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 12, 2011 11:14:21 GMT -5
A new figure appeared in the announcer's box, a sun-bleached blonde young woman with toned, sun-bronzed skin and dressed like some sort of chauffeur ... if that chauffeur had been from a softcore magazine ... Still, she paid it no mind as she energetically plucked up the microphone. "Hey, everyone! We've got a new fight! And since everyone else is either MIA or stuck in dead fights, my boss said you needed a new announcer! Especially since he's in this upcoming fight, I jumped at the chance!"
She motioned down at the arena, which shifted before the eye of the camera. "For today's match, he's taking a stroll down memory lane in a forest clearing! But poor Kali ... That rude and impertinent Enigma is gonna be interrupting him! Pop him one for me, boss, and whoop that upstart good!"
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The Man-Demon Kali stood coolly atop the ruins, an impossibly balanced footing keeping him perfectly perched on the narrow stoning beneath his feet, which were in turn hidden beneath the cream robes that billowed in the breeze that sifted through the forest's trees.
He had simply been strolling wherever his feet took him, as he was somewhat prone to do. After all, if something needed his attention, it was a simple matter for his Second to get hold of him. Many times, he had the all-too-modern sensation of being bound to the office. That was perhaps part of the reason he took these strolls. It wasn't to see places he had never been. He had ran out of those long ago. Instead, he was revisiting a place where he had once been, and was picturing how the ruins looked the last he was there.
The sun had been setting brilliantly behind the temple's alabaster bricks, seemingly setting the stones afire as the people of the nearby city danced in the light of the bonfire as if darkness held no fear for them. They were pagans, of course, worshipers of some faith false then and long dead now, but they were a beautiful people with a talent for excellent wine - he had been enjoying a lovely blend of something tart like raspberries offset smoothly by just a touch of honeysuckle and recalling it set his tongue to longing all over again - and charming music. It was one of the rare times he had found an extended lull in his work and had decided to see the sights. It was their solstice celebration, a treat occurring only twice a year, and they accepted visitors with open arms.
He had met a lovely young lass there, all bosom and no brain, but with just enough sense to know it and not try to babble her idiocies. He had kept her around for, oh, a century or two, at least. Perhaps he would have kept hold of her longer, he mused, if he had known what a rarity such a combination would become. So many existed today that shouldn't be straining themselves to try to think that they actually thought they were intelligent enough to do so.
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Post by Enigma on Apr 12, 2011 15:05:43 GMT -5
- Kali vs. Enigma -
Perhaps Kali felt alone, but that too was just a facade. A man would be walking toward the ruins, black hair that was about shoulder length and tapered. He was wearing a business suit; black tie hidden under a black sports-jacket. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but his left hand would slowly put the briefcase down as he neared.
"You there, what are you doing on those ruins? I have orders to clear this place out! The demo team will be here tomorrow morning." He'd say, pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.
"You have to come down here before they collapse or something." He'd continue whether or not the man said anything. "Who are you?" He'd demand.
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