The quick reactions of the woman had annoyed Ixion greatly. When the man went on with his attack, she instantly reacted with a magical barrier to prevent the staff weapon he utilized to damage the wound that the assassin created. The only thing that had surprised him with that attack was the sheer speed of the man. His scarred face didn't reveal the fact, but that was something he appreciated. The one thing that the man did, however, which he didn't appreciate was stare at him after he dodged his stray weapon. It wasn't his fault that the man decided to attack the woman while being directly below him. It was as if they were afflicted with an animalistic behaviour, ready to switch targets of more danger. While their attention turned back to the woman before commencing that swinging attack, the assassin knew that he would need to keep his eyes on him in the immediate future, especially after this little fray is over. Who knows if this person was one to hold grudges and to act on them once the immediate threat is dealt with.
The woman's quick reaction also annoyed him because she had reacted to his own attack on her. He had to admit, with his own ability and looking at it after the fact, it was a fairly predictable attack, now she had an inkling of an idea on how his modified kama was used. With that attack, if the chain had wrapped around her head or neck, he would have utilized that chain to his advantage to hang her from her neck with an overhead beam. It was only then she would have the full glimpse of him and his eyes as she died. However, this was not the case and he would have to settle with the chain around her sword and a few broken ribs.
Ixion was on the move already, charging towards her with uncanny speed, especially since he wasn't 100% fit to begin with, the speed in part with him tugging the chain with all his might and him going at full sprint. It was during the tug that he had loss the use of his arm for the rest of this battle, his left shoulder slumping down as he ran. Despite this, his right arm was poised, the kama following his forearm as usual. During this brief couple of seconds of trying to reach her, he thought about what he was going to do. As that tug hadn't affected the position of her weapon, attempting to slash her with the weapon would make him vulnerable, especially if she counteracted. Instead, he decided on throwing his entire body at her, the tip of the weapon thrusting towards her. This way, if she decided to counter attack him and dodged the attack, then slashing would be an option to parry and, possibly, injure her further.
During that time of charging, the assassin witnessed the woman draw a second blade. Unlike the sword she was using, beautiful and serene in appearance, this one appeared menacing, the twin blades looking like grey serpents, the stones on the inside giving it a dark tint to the blade. While this weapon was poised at the second person attacking her, this changed the tactic completely. She would be able to react to the attack, block the weapon while attacking with the other, which would presumably kill him. He decided to carry out the attack anyway in hopes that the other person did the same thing.
This was not the case, however. While he didn't initially notice the aura at her legs, he noticed the flash at her feet. He immediately halted the attack and skidded to a stop as the woman launched herself into the air. Then, he took a look at his surroundings, making sure that if she decided to use a magical attack while in that position, he was ready to teleport above her and deal with her in the air. He was probably more suitable to aerial melee and ranged attack than being on the ground, which was why he was effective in damaging her with his kusarigama in the first place. Pointing her runed sword down towards their general direction only verified his assumption. He was ready to teleport, but his at-the-moment ally was still in the firing line. “Look out!” he roared at him, his voice breaking as it done so. The number of times he has spoken, especially at length, was damaging his voice even more. He would have to be more careful in the future, but for now, that little order was enough to get his point across to help them get to safety.
However, the attack never game as a wicked-tipped pick-like weapon drove through the woman's back, cancelling whatever attack she was about to use. The sudden appearance of that weapon shocked Ixion as he was left stunned, looking at his opponent in the air. Thoughts ran through his mind as she was launched in the direction the pick was travelling, her swords slipping from her hands. Who was this person that had finished off this woman? How long was this person watching them fight? His eyes trailed the woman as she hit the ground, puzzled over the numerous questions that ran through his head. Without thinking about it, he walked towards her fallen body, the pick digging further into her as she came to a rest. From the distance, he knew that she was dead. The tip of the pick would have pierced her heart as it stopped initially.
"Fin'ly she drew it. Di'n't wanna hav'ta save 'er. Easier this way. One down, eleven to go."
The voice, clearly a man's, rang out to the area of battle from above. All the while, Ixion carried on looking at the woman. Despite being my enemy, he thought, kneeling down and closing her eyes. You certainly did not deserve to die in such a coward's way. You were certainly a brave soul and have fought valiantly and for that, I will try and make sure that the scum that struck you down will face justice for his cowardice and that your body is returned to the Duke for a proper burial. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he would honour his word until it is fulfilled. It was the least he could do for such a worthy opponent. But at that point, he pondered on the last sentence that the man had said. One down, eleven to go? Was she one of the Duke's elite guard and that this person was going after the Duke, taking his guard out first. Even as a person under the Grand Master's contract, he had his own codes to follow, which suited what his needs were. The Duke must be warned, he concluded. He knew that if he did this, then there was no going back for him for his actions to the merchant he killed for a contract within the past couple of days if he was arrested. For now, she would have to wait for the time being as he faced the coward and stall him long enough to keep his image in mind for later and be able to describe the man to the Duke's court.
While kneeling down, he placed his left hand with his right to prop it against her shoulder and rolled her onto her side. Then, with his weapon placed onto the ground, his right hand reached for the base of the pick's tip and tugged, pulling the weapon free from the corpse. While changing the hand which the weapon was in, moving it from his right hand to his left, he picked up his own weapon and teleported to the roof. He was unsure where on the rooftop that the man was. Once he was there, he stood up, stabbing the pick in between the gap of the brickwork and turned around, ready to face the unknown force. “Well done,” he jeered at the man, eyes scanning for them. “I never knew cowards are brave enough to attack someone, despite the fact that you attacked my opponent from behind.”
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Dark Jack said
Oh... I completely missed that post, actually. Sorry Merc; I'll have to rewrite that post with Ixion's movements taken into consideration when I have time.Guh... finally had the time and energy to write a proper post, and I make a mistake like that. Damn.
No need to apologize. Just thought I point that out :)
Also, congrats in passing your driving test, m'dear! Did better than I did (I passed it the second time round for both theory and practical).
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Jack, I hate to be a pain in your side, but I don't see anything in your IC post for ??? that is in response to Ixion's attack as my post was on the page before.
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I'll let Ixion take the number 7.
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Rhae, just a pointer that Ixion landed onto the beam :)
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The crimson liquid was visible at Ixion's high vantage point. While it was not what the assassin had intended to happen to her, but it was a good consolation, especially with his observations with the attack. The way she had reacted when he first teleported and then noticed him when he teleported a second time. It was at that point that he realized that she was sensing him out. That was why she had been able to react to this attack. Was it also the reason that she was able to find him in the first place? It was at that moment in time that a lot of the pieces to the puzzle of this woman was able to fall into place. If she is good at detecting magical presences in her immediate vicinity, he thought as he slowly fell towards the beam he was on a moment ago. Is she capable of creating wards to detect people capable of magic? If that was the case, then she must have created a ward specific on picking out the Grand Master's presence in him. And if there was one ward... He then realized that even if he had retreated from this area earlier, he might have triggered another one of her possibly-many wards. There was no way for him to leave without being detected at least once.
As the woman dodged the attack and flicked the chain further away from her, he instantly tugged the weapon back up to him, the weapon flicking back up into his right hand with the tug. As the blade was too far away from the woman, the blade was unable to inflict any further damage. Instead of teleporting, he wanted to see what the damage was on the woman. As he landed onto the beam, he inspected the woman further. The kama had struck her on her right side, leaving a nasty gash across the rib cage. While the would could have been more severe, it could be a problem for her if it continued to bleed. That would be something for him to exploit or for him to consider as he attempts to damage her further. After all, there must be a limit that she has before she has to back off from this fight. Obviously, due to her being the aggressor in his opinion, even if she was to back down, he would not. Even if it means angering the Duke of Zerul, she will perish at his hands.
The woman had moved further away from where she was, presumably further away from where he was to avoid further attacks. Not that it mattered to him. The second figure had finally reached the same level as the woman. She surely must know that he is there in the case this figure was able to use magic? Whether this was right or not didn't concern him. There were other things that should be pressing on her mind, such as the assassin himself. Then she did something that he didn't expect. ”Would you say that these are 'desperate circumstances' for me?” Now what did she mean by that, he wondered. Well, no matter the case, he made the assumption that if he said yes, she would launch a more devastating attack against him, if not both of them. He would certainly not be coy to that. His mind was made up. The time for deception and intimidation was long over. Now it is for action.
“No,” he retorted at the woman, his hand gripping the kama's handle firmly. “This is not a desperate situation for you. Your actions have gotten you in this situation and the consequences are ongoing.” The chain that was around his left hand started to fall, the weight resting on the beam while the chain dangled off the beam. “And when you beg for your life, you will know that it is this face...” With his free hand, he reached for his cowl and pulled it down. Underneath it was nothing but scarred tissue, in some of the places there was nothing but bone, but even that was damaged in one form or another. Most of his nose, although it appeared as intact, was also disfigured, with the fleshy tip and nostrils being non-existant. Although most of his neck had been covered by the now, but the extent of the scarring was visible to extend down to his neck. “This face is the one to send you to the damned afterlife you deserve. No... this is not a desperate situation for you. This... is your retribution.”
He teleported again, this time behind the woman. The instant he appeared again, he swung the weighted end of his weapon towards her at neck height. He was at the right distance that not even dodging backwards was going to avoid the weight at the end of the chain. If she was going to be relentless when she wanted to examine his eyes, he was going to be unabated in his attacks. He was going to make her regret in confronting him after his final refusal.
As the woman dodged the attack and flicked the chain further away from her, he instantly tugged the weapon back up to him, the weapon flicking back up into his right hand with the tug. As the blade was too far away from the woman, the blade was unable to inflict any further damage. Instead of teleporting, he wanted to see what the damage was on the woman. As he landed onto the beam, he inspected the woman further. The kama had struck her on her right side, leaving a nasty gash across the rib cage. While the would could have been more severe, it could be a problem for her if it continued to bleed. That would be something for him to exploit or for him to consider as he attempts to damage her further. After all, there must be a limit that she has before she has to back off from this fight. Obviously, due to her being the aggressor in his opinion, even if she was to back down, he would not. Even if it means angering the Duke of Zerul, she will perish at his hands.
The woman had moved further away from where she was, presumably further away from where he was to avoid further attacks. Not that it mattered to him. The second figure had finally reached the same level as the woman. She surely must know that he is there in the case this figure was able to use magic? Whether this was right or not didn't concern him. There were other things that should be pressing on her mind, such as the assassin himself. Then she did something that he didn't expect. ”Would you say that these are 'desperate circumstances' for me?” Now what did she mean by that, he wondered. Well, no matter the case, he made the assumption that if he said yes, she would launch a more devastating attack against him, if not both of them. He would certainly not be coy to that. His mind was made up. The time for deception and intimidation was long over. Now it is for action.
“No,” he retorted at the woman, his hand gripping the kama's handle firmly. “This is not a desperate situation for you. Your actions have gotten you in this situation and the consequences are ongoing.” The chain that was around his left hand started to fall, the weight resting on the beam while the chain dangled off the beam. “And when you beg for your life, you will know that it is this face...” With his free hand, he reached for his cowl and pulled it down. Underneath it was nothing but scarred tissue, in some of the places there was nothing but bone, but even that was damaged in one form or another. Most of his nose, although it appeared as intact, was also disfigured, with the fleshy tip and nostrils being non-existant. Although most of his neck had been covered by the now, but the extent of the scarring was visible to extend down to his neck. “This face is the one to send you to the damned afterlife you deserve. No... this is not a desperate situation for you. This... is your retribution.”
He teleported again, this time behind the woman. The instant he appeared again, he swung the weighted end of his weapon towards her at neck height. He was at the right distance that not even dodging backwards was going to avoid the weight at the end of the chain. If she was going to be relentless when she wanted to examine his eyes, he was going to be unabated in his attacks. He was going to make her regret in confronting him after his final refusal.
The clattering of the knife as it fell onto the ground after his throw indicated that the woman had sussed out Ixion's counter to the light that was emitting from her sword. If he was able to sense where the woman was, the pain from the light that affected his eyes was making it unnoticeable. However, he didn't have that ability, so the pain was the only thing he could feel. With him out in the open, he had no idea if the woman was able to see him. Then there was still the other man that was watching from the roof. It didn't appear to the assassin that he wasn't here to help any of them, but to observe. Well, the thought of the observer meant that this was an 'even' fight, despite his condition. He was able to function without any worry, but he still was not 100% as his alertness wasn't there. This was proven to be the case a moment later.
His eyes, sealed shut by the searing light, suddenly was no longer in pain, his eyes seeing nothing but darkness through his eyelids. Realizing that the woman had cancelled the light coming from the sword, so he left no chance to try and open them. His eyes stung when the influx of cool air washed over them, causing him to strain his eyesight. The blurred vision could see something completely white in the distance. Assuming that it was the woman's sword and was about to send a magical attack his way, he rolled right. Had he remained there a tiny bit longer, he concluded that he would have perished as the sword shot out a piercing light. However, he was not quick enough to realize this in time as the light went through his left shoulder and left a neat cut through his armour, flesh and bone. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the noise that was about to erupt from his mouth due to the new pain. When his vision cleared up enough to make out shapes, he saw that he dodged behind a couple of crates and barrels that were stacked near an alleyway. If there was any blood that came from the would, he wasn't able to see it beyond the crimson pauldron. While pain was first and foremost through his mind, his second thought was rage. This woman had appeared out of nowhere, demanding something from him that, in his mind, he was obliged to ignore, even if she was working for the Duke of Zerul. Now, she had attacked him because of his refusal and has left him injured. All sense of remorse and mercy that he had for her was gone. She had just signed her death wish and her damnation.
Just as he was about to appear out of his hiding place, he heard the other figure on the rooftop climbing down from where he was perched. At last, he thought, seeing the outline of the man, the details now coming back to his vision, the observer has become the participant. And the one thing he noticed, which pleased him the most, was that the man was charging in the general direction of the woman, though whether the man knew this or not is another concern. This was his opportune moment to strike as well. Not even the most skilled fighter was able to hold out against two warriors, especially when one of them was able to teleport with ease.
With full confidence, he stood up from where he stood, capturing the image of the area around him into his mind. His eyes were fixed murderously on the woman, a scowl shifting the cowl that covered his face. His left arm, despite his intimidating pose, was hanging limp by his side, though he was able to clench his hand into a fist around the chain of his weapon. “The time for mercy is over. Now... you DIE!” he roared, disappearing as he finished speaking. He appeared on the beam that was directly above the woman and, without skipping a beat, did two things simultaneously. Firstly, he launched the weighted end of his weapon up into the air, allowing the full weapon to soar into the air above. Next, he jumped and teleported, appearing at the weighted end of the weapon. His left hand clenched around the base of the weight while his right was further along the chain. Then, biting through the pain in his shoulder, he swung the weapon with all his might in an arc. Much like before, the timing for this attack was spot on so when the wicked blade on his modified kama was directly below him, the tip would be directly at the woman's back, between the shoulder blades.
His eyes, sealed shut by the searing light, suddenly was no longer in pain, his eyes seeing nothing but darkness through his eyelids. Realizing that the woman had cancelled the light coming from the sword, so he left no chance to try and open them. His eyes stung when the influx of cool air washed over them, causing him to strain his eyesight. The blurred vision could see something completely white in the distance. Assuming that it was the woman's sword and was about to send a magical attack his way, he rolled right. Had he remained there a tiny bit longer, he concluded that he would have perished as the sword shot out a piercing light. However, he was not quick enough to realize this in time as the light went through his left shoulder and left a neat cut through his armour, flesh and bone. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the noise that was about to erupt from his mouth due to the new pain. When his vision cleared up enough to make out shapes, he saw that he dodged behind a couple of crates and barrels that were stacked near an alleyway. If there was any blood that came from the would, he wasn't able to see it beyond the crimson pauldron. While pain was first and foremost through his mind, his second thought was rage. This woman had appeared out of nowhere, demanding something from him that, in his mind, he was obliged to ignore, even if she was working for the Duke of Zerul. Now, she had attacked him because of his refusal and has left him injured. All sense of remorse and mercy that he had for her was gone. She had just signed her death wish and her damnation.
Just as he was about to appear out of his hiding place, he heard the other figure on the rooftop climbing down from where he was perched. At last, he thought, seeing the outline of the man, the details now coming back to his vision, the observer has become the participant. And the one thing he noticed, which pleased him the most, was that the man was charging in the general direction of the woman, though whether the man knew this or not is another concern. This was his opportune moment to strike as well. Not even the most skilled fighter was able to hold out against two warriors, especially when one of them was able to teleport with ease.
With full confidence, he stood up from where he stood, capturing the image of the area around him into his mind. His eyes were fixed murderously on the woman, a scowl shifting the cowl that covered his face. His left arm, despite his intimidating pose, was hanging limp by his side, though he was able to clench his hand into a fist around the chain of his weapon. “The time for mercy is over. Now... you DIE!” he roared, disappearing as he finished speaking. He appeared on the beam that was directly above the woman and, without skipping a beat, did two things simultaneously. Firstly, he launched the weighted end of his weapon up into the air, allowing the full weapon to soar into the air above. Next, he jumped and teleported, appearing at the weighted end of the weapon. His left hand clenched around the base of the weight while his right was further along the chain. Then, biting through the pain in his shoulder, he swung the weapon with all his might in an arc. Much like before, the timing for this attack was spot on so when the wicked blade on his modified kama was directly below him, the tip would be directly at the woman's back, between the shoulder blades.
Hi all,
My post has been coming along fine, though I'll have to do a brand new post as that one is on my desktop, which is all boxed up from my move back home from university. I can get one up momentarily as I'm not too fussed with the England Vs Uruguay game.
Also on a more positive note, I've finished my degree with a 2:1 result (one behind the highest degree possible in the UK).
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My post has been coming along fine, though I'll have to do a brand new post as that one is on my desktop, which is all boxed up from my move back home from university. I can get one up momentarily as I'm not too fussed with the England Vs Uruguay game.
Also on a more positive note, I've finished my degree with a 2:1 result (one behind the highest degree possible in the UK).
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I'll let you have all the honors, Rhae :)
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Apologies for the wait. A lot of crap had happened since my last post that went from bad to worse, with my university exams on top of that. However, as I promised Shien on Skype, I have finally posted. After Monday, I should be a lot more active as I would have finished university by then.
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