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For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Priroda was not in the least prepared for a counter on such a scale. She attempted to gasp, but the sound was drowned into a chocked gurgle as the whiplike attack wrapped about her neck. A further gurgle escape her throat as she attempted a groan of pain, when her body was pulled ito the various hooks upon her opponents body. Now, even her good arm was injured, and pinned against the body of this hulking figure that she was expected to fight.

Piroda was then hit by the wave of energy that her foe had discharged, which instantly burnt, and deformed her body on her right side. Her leg muscles became sencless mulch, and her right arm began to bleed profously. Blood even sprayed upon her opponent. Priroda tried to use her injured left arm to beat the opponent away, but the result was merely a few light taps of her fist against his chest before she went limp from the blood loss, and finally succombed (is that the right word?) to her injuries. Her swollen face fell limp, and her now half haired head stopped shaking, as did the rest of her flailing body.

Sol meanwhile froze in terror from her possition and her skin lost all her color. She knew how this whole messed up system worked, and that her sister would be back, but watching her die, much less in such a putrid fashion, was too much. She broke her pause to collapse onto her hands and kneese, and puke. Her stomache heaved her lunch onto the battlefield, and her lungs frantically fought for air, in a hyperventillated state. She accidetally breathed in vomit, and was thrown into a tear filled fit of coughs, gasping, and vommiting. She nearly knocked herself out, simply from watching this man fight. The last thing upon her mind was trying to fight him herself.

Every muscle in her body wanted to stay far away from this man, and never ever come back here. But, his very existance challenged the laws of the natural world, and furthermore, she had a sister to avenge! So, after several minuts, Sol slowly rose to a stand, and wiped her face clean on the skin of the back of her hand. Then she flicked her hand clean, and tried to get her act together. Eventually, she fixed her hair, and faced the man who had so cruelly dispossed of her sister. There was a look upon her face, not of hatred, but of determination. She felt obligated to avenge priroda, preserve the balance of nature. She still felt to queezy to speak though. Besides, she wasnt as cocky as her sister.

"YA dumayu, chto ya v sleduyushchiy raz" (i believe i am up next) she mumbled to herself, trying to seem as brave as Priroda.

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ayzrules said
subscribed-i'll make a charrie when i get the chance

Ditto

Devil Survivor

Bump?

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Yes. (More the less pushing it.) if you read my post, i basiccaly stated that proper follow through allowed for a straneous, less effective (in terms of the damadge the sickle itself can deal.) but continued strike.

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LeeRoy said
Sorry the post is so short, and sorry for holding you up. A few things have been holding me up lately, and I'd almost forgotten about this RP.I posted so I wouldn't hold you up anymore.

Dude, dont appologize. Its an rp. You take care of buisness, and were cool. (Though a lil headsup never hurt. This time is totz understandable though. It happens to everyone.)

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

The original mud child, and his two clones slunk to the floor in a manner that would not be possible for anybody with any kind of skeletal system. And with an equally awkward movement pivoted around the path of the fireballs. (You did not mention witch part of us you were aiming for and the timing, so im assuming you aimed to hit us after our dodge since it is the most realistic and practicall attack. Rather than simply aiming where we were.) this short show of agility would either boast this child's squirmy side, or show his lack of trust in his own defences. Then again, who would possibly want to get cleaved headlong by a weapon they had never seen.

The clone that had cast the terror gaze began to aparently melt, and dove forward before exploding. The explosion wasnt violent, but it deffinately carried some force and heat. The remnants of mud were washed aside by the rain, and out through the holes in the train created by the incredible freballs launched earlier. The clones seemingly did not last long.

Still, Jynxs and 2 clones still existed. All 3 individuals suddenly grew in mass, by seemingly double! Clearly some law of physics had just been broken, for the young men before you 3 clearly created the mass that they grew by. One clone raced forward on all fours, and as it neared the micheal, its arms began to grow. It was using the modified terror claw. Dark twisted Psi radiated off their arms in etheral fashion. It swung towards Micheals upper thigh, and continued to race upon all 4's to the assassin, where it swung the other glowing terror claw towards his abdomen. In its final moments, the clone got as close to the assassin (or micheal if interupted early.) and detonated as the first had. Once more the remains were washed away by the small scale storm.

The original Jynxs and his remaining clone remained where they were after the dodge, and began concentrating more energy into their eyes. The original Jynxs became easy to distinguish by a cloud of psi that began swirling about his left shoulder. The psi was so dense it glowed and was visible to the nake untrained eye.

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

The speed of her adversary caught priroda off guard, but did not stop her completely. Priroda was not just some weak little girl. Once her sick caught onto the hooks, priroda forced the swing past. She was in no way stronger than the man before her, but he was strong enough to ruin his footwork when allowed to apply unhindered force upon his chest.

Thus, the glancing blow turned into a grapple of sorts. Strong follow up, combined with stronger footwork allowed priroda to force her opponent to slide. With no stable footwork, the blows he delt upon her were merely glancing, and could not possibly bring priroda earthwards before bringing her advassary down as well. The hooks upon her opponents flesh drew blood across her face in a gash that would pottentially cause a problem as time passed (3 turns before blood loss effects priroda significantly.). Furthermore, the kick to the gut, with such close distance and poor fotwork could never build enough momentum to transfer force past priroda's bronzed armour. From priroda's viewpoint, the reward for the exchange was well worth while for priroda.

The follow up on the swing, though slower than the swing would have been traditionally, still acted as a successfull catalyst for the vine. Resultantly, the vine still sprung forth from the earth, as mentioned before, bearing its powerfull stingers. The vines aimed to wrap about the man's chest, starting right where the sickle was embedded in hooks. With the sickle stuck the way it was, priroda would maintane enough influence that evading the vines was nearly impossible.

Priroda was clearly struggling with the physically advanced adversarry. Already, her breath was comming in large fast passed breaths, that clawed the air before her. Priroda's shoulder was still injured, and she needed to make space to injest her moss before she had any chance of a long drawn physical fight with this man. Furthermore, she was covered, anywhere where armour wasnt, with abrassions both large and small, that began to cloud her mind with the stiging sensations of pain, and the numb sensation of bloodloss. Priroda was pushing her physical limits, and one single more significant blow would Cripple her, beyond battleworthiness at the least.

"eto stanovitsya vse trudneye ." ( this is becomming difficult.) She muttered under her breath, amidst her physical struggle. Her voice was shaky, and the words were mumbled past her grinding teeth. "mne nuzhno Sol!" (I need Sol). She was begining to see how clearly outmatched she was individually against her foe, and that unless proper teamwork came into play, she wouldnt last long against him. Small tears were creeping up at the edge of priroda's eyes.

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