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Meta-game? Not really they are self-evident weakness that show themselves when Khan writes his actions.
Crouching low, Dynoz was both surprised and elated that the little dragon girl had survived, sad though that Adinraen had fallen…or had he? Magic had a nasty way of surprising those unfamiliar with it. However, back to matters at hand, the girl, with a surprisingly large flaming sword was running at him, a blood-curdling scream emitting from her. Enthusiasm? Perhaps, more likely some battle cry that she believed would grant her further strength or possibly hide her fear?
No matter, the daggers both of them fire, when suddenly at the last moment one flicked out and reignited with a crystalline sheen across it. The deadly strike of the dragon girl arcing down in a horrible strike, aimed to cleave him in twin from head to groin…clearly not a skilled sword fighter, she probably just used brute strength to shove the hunk of metal around.
As the blade descended the elf known as Dynoz Tarr moved, launching himself to his right dipping his shoulder and rolling on it. Coming out of the roll as the blade, already committed by the attack of the dragon girl struck the ground. Unless the dragon girl had some kind of miracle like powers, she would not be able to avoid what happened next by virtue of her hasty actions.
Coming up out of the roll a scant 24 inches from where he was originally, the ice covered blade plunged deep into the back of the girl’s left leg, just above the knee with such force that it might puncture through just above the kneecap in a spray of blood and flesh.
The second blade, rising to shank the girl in the lower back, just above her pelvis on the left side, most likely puncturing the left kidney, some parts of the jejunum, and ileum as well, all the while the elf was cackling insanely.
No matter, the daggers both of them fire, when suddenly at the last moment one flicked out and reignited with a crystalline sheen across it. The deadly strike of the dragon girl arcing down in a horrible strike, aimed to cleave him in twin from head to groin…clearly not a skilled sword fighter, she probably just used brute strength to shove the hunk of metal around.
As the blade descended the elf known as Dynoz Tarr moved, launching himself to his right dipping his shoulder and rolling on it. Coming out of the roll as the blade, already committed by the attack of the dragon girl struck the ground. Unless the dragon girl had some kind of miracle like powers, she would not be able to avoid what happened next by virtue of her hasty actions.
Coming up out of the roll a scant 24 inches from where he was originally, the ice covered blade plunged deep into the back of the girl’s left leg, just above the knee with such force that it might puncture through just above the kneecap in a spray of blood and flesh.
The second blade, rising to shank the girl in the lower back, just above her pelvis on the left side, most likely puncturing the left kidney, some parts of the jejunum, and ileum as well, all the while the elf was cackling insanely.
What's nolgastic? Is that a furry thing? No furry nolgasims in this thread please.
Realizing that they were waiting on him, Michael shouted the one thing that made sense to him. "Attack!"…Shoving both his hands forward, in the direction of the stranger, he launched his fireball forth, splitting his hands in a one hundred-eighty degree angle. The fireball cut the distance quickly, sparking along the way as the 2-foot thick sphere bursted along a collision course with the skeleton's core…As soon as the ball left Michael's hands; his companions began a charge on the skeleton. Two young men and two young women approached carrying umbrellas, beer bottles, and a knife used for flaying fish.
Skallagrim watched as the human known by the name, Michael Faraday shoved his hands forward in an action denoting an attack. As the hands reached the terminus of the man’s arm length Skallagrim was already in motion. Lunging forward in a sprint to cover the distance betwixt the two, as the fire formed and discharged from the extended hands of the human, Skallagrim slide into the sand with his left leg curled under him, the right leg out before him, the sword gripped tightly in his right.
Feeling the expanding ball of heat race over his head, the Dreamer slammed his right fist with the hilt of the sword into the sand, flipped his wrist and swung up an expanding arc of sand towards the human’s face. The overt intent was clear; the sand would blind the man for a moment, even if meant he closed his eyes to avoid the silica from entering them, since natural human reactions often dictated humans blinked involuntarily to protect their eyes from perceived danger. Skallagrim expected from Michael Faraday this natural reaction.
The Aesr raced across his body, rippling with brilliant hues of amethyst and violet, casting an eerie light and defusing the black plate armor behind a shimmering mirage. Far above the skies peeled and thundered as forks of lightning danced among the clouds, illuminating the skies with silver-blue flashes of light that cast a grim pallor on the sand and the forms moving across it.
The oncoming friends of the man, equipped with make shift weapons, bottles, a knife, an umbrella and one girl even grabbed her suntan lotion, perhaps in the hopes she might spray the skeletal Dreamer in the eyes?
They were upon the Dreamer in an instant having covered the distance just as Skallagrim had, their bodies surrounding him, shielding him as they pummeled with their makeshift weapons on the armored form. Rising as the first man, Sammy laid into him with a hefty piece of firewood, the blow struck the Dreamer on the left pauldron with a distinct bonk.
An umbrella and a squirt of suntan lotion splashed across the shimmering energy that covered the skeletons form. Blow after blow rained on the armored form, all the while the skies above raged and peeled as thunder responded to the rips in the air left by the lightning.
“So be it Michael Faraday, you have sacrificed your friends…”
Skallagrim watched as the human known by the name, Michael Faraday shoved his hands forward in an action denoting an attack. As the hands reached the terminus of the man’s arm length Skallagrim was already in motion. Lunging forward in a sprint to cover the distance betwixt the two, as the fire formed and discharged from the extended hands of the human, Skallagrim slide into the sand with his left leg curled under him, the right leg out before him, the sword gripped tightly in his right.
Feeling the expanding ball of heat race over his head, the Dreamer slammed his right fist with the hilt of the sword into the sand, flipped his wrist and swung up an expanding arc of sand towards the human’s face. The overt intent was clear; the sand would blind the man for a moment, even if meant he closed his eyes to avoid the silica from entering them, since natural human reactions often dictated humans blinked involuntarily to protect their eyes from perceived danger. Skallagrim expected from Michael Faraday this natural reaction.
The Aesr raced across his body, rippling with brilliant hues of amethyst and violet, casting an eerie light and defusing the black plate armor behind a shimmering mirage. Far above the skies peeled and thundered as forks of lightning danced among the clouds, illuminating the skies with silver-blue flashes of light that cast a grim pallor on the sand and the forms moving across it.
The oncoming friends of the man, equipped with make shift weapons, bottles, a knife, an umbrella and one girl even grabbed her suntan lotion, perhaps in the hopes she might spray the skeletal Dreamer in the eyes?
They were upon the Dreamer in an instant having covered the distance just as Skallagrim had, their bodies surrounding him, shielding him as they pummeled with their makeshift weapons on the armored form. Rising as the first man, Sammy laid into him with a hefty piece of firewood, the blow struck the Dreamer on the left pauldron with a distinct bonk.
An umbrella and a squirt of suntan lotion splashed across the shimmering energy that covered the skeletons form. Blow after blow rained on the armored form, all the while the skies above raged and peeled as thunder responded to the rips in the air left by the lightning.
“So be it Michael Faraday, you have sacrificed your friends…”
What have I missed while i have been working on 5 posts and doing work? You guys are killing me!!!
Will be posting in all the threads I am in.
ImportantNobody said
Well, I am a little weird. My latest character is a samurai alpaca.
And that is where I draw the line on characters for the NoW.
Dwarf clowns who dance naked aren't really something appropriate for this rp.
Bah. I want to see the awesome sauce history.
What Imp.nobody said. T1 which is what NoW is using takes into account certain fight science facts.
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