At least that would mean I could say I fought till I couldn't continue... Janos noticed that his hands were shaking, but he was slightly calming down already - not fully so, but at least he wasn't foaming at the mouth and other such things. "If I intend on continuing this fight - as foolish as it is at this point - would you at least give me the honor of attacking you one more time before taking me down?" His voice was strained, his leg hurt, his side ached and his concentration was nearly broken - though the knives stayed a bit more corporeal already. "I'm down to my trump card here, so how about it?" Janos actually smiled - that little voice in the back of his head told him that he had done enough, he had managed to fight an 8 ranker this far. "I need to visit the infirmary anyways after this..."
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STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 8 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Ok, calm down, damnit... calm down... I've gotten this far... Shit my side hurts... Focus, focus... My legs might give away soon... " Helvetti... tää päättyy huonosti..." Janos gritted his teeth as he spread his hands to the sides. "I know how this is gonna end." He spat on the ground and flicked his wrists. This time the twelve knives appeared around Hansel - roughly 4 feet away from him and began spinning wildly. Judging by the fact that the knives were flickering noticeably between corporeal and incorporeal forms Janos was barely able to concentrate anymore.
Janos felt a sharp pain in his leg, he paused just long enough to pull the knife out and take a better hold of it's hilt. "Saatanan kasi tason mulkku!" He hurled the knife at Hansel with all the strength he could muster and began creating more knives which too flew at his foe with rather unnerving speed - though not with very high accurary. "Tungen ton sun miekan niin syvälle sun perseeseen että sä tukehdut siihen!" By this point his stance was way off, his knees were noticeably trembling and he had trouble moving his right arm.
Janos got hit to the side. "Ai... helv..." He didn't let the pain stop himself however - with a combination of adrenaline, anger and sheer hollow bravado he continued onward. This shit has gone on for too long... I'm gonna fucking end it right now. He dropped his knife and aimed a swift kick to Hansel's knee.
"Nyt perkeleen..." Janos spun to the side - barely avoiding horrendous damage to his head and managed to get on his feet while unsheathing a knife with his left hand. "...Kyrpänaama..." The fingers of his right hand were twitching with either sheer rage or frustration. He dashed forwards again, holding the knife a bit closer to himself he attempted to stab Hansel's right side just under the ribs.
Janos' concentration broke, the remaining knives disappeared in an instant. He had only a moment to react - he managed to pull his head back just enough to avoid a broken jaw, but lost his balance and fell on his back. Damn damn damn damn... He crossed his hands in front of himself with the palms facing outwards and shot out a barrage of seven knives to the rough direction of Hansel - judging by the bad aim he was starting to panic.
Janos took a quick sidestep and moved his hands back - pulling the knives back closer to him. He quickly glanced around to make sure that there was enough room for his next maneuver. With a little smirk the Finn began moving his hands in circles - the knives began spinning wildly around him. He left a space of 3 feet between his arms and the spinning knives. If I can gather enough momentum for the blades I'll be fine... I'll be just fine... I may not be able to beat him, but I'm going to make that fellow bleed...
Janos smirked as he lifted his hands slightly. Both of his arms had the bracers again. "I'm just amazed I have survived this long." He made barely noticeable wrist movements and the floating knives formed two arcs in front of him. "I still have a long way to go, don't I?" Little wrist flicks sent the twelve knives towards Hansel at much higher speed than before.
Janos managed to dodge the kick - not by sheer skill, but instead by just dumb luck. When the commotion happened he lowered his knife and glanced at his opponent while being happy about the brief breather and a chance to regain his thoughts. That fellow's face just gave me an idea... He sheathed his knife and made a full set of twelve knives appear above himself.
Janos flicked his left wrist towards Hansel and at the same time took a quick backstep. The two knives that had thus far just floated in the air shot upwards and headed towards Hansel's back. He's going to aim somewhere else... He took another side step and flicked his wrist again, shooting four new knives towards Hansel.
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