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Post by gerrard on Apr 29, 2012 9:28:45 GMT -5
There was a moment after the blast when Gerrard simply stood, watching Magus fly from the attack. He raised an eyebrow in some kind of bewilderment. "Huh. funny, that doesn't usually happen." He wasn't upset that the soul wave had such a profound effect, but was of course surprised.
He stared at his hand for a moment, before unsheathing his sword and preparing for Magus's retaliation. He was sure it wouldn't be anything tide-turning, the new professor seemed to be in a bit of a daze. That attack hadn't done anything good for the man, that much Gerrard could tell. There had to be a reason behind it, the profound effect of the soul wave. There would be more time for that later, but for now, Gerrard would focus on the fighting and less on the other trivial things.
The mage staggered a bit before talking, although Gerrard chose to ignore whatever it was he was saying, and decided to just wait on an attack. He wasn't in the mood to kiss ass. He had an urge the beat Magus to a pulp, but realized that such a thing would be physically impossible, since the blue haired man has a mass like diamonds, it seemed.
Trying to fight him with bare fists would only result in broken hands and knuckles and a very damaged ego, even though Gerrard prized himself for letting his words speak through action and not boasts. Alice could vouch for that, who was sitting smugly at the sidelines.
Gerrard jumped up as Magus charged forwards, kicking off of the scythe blade and propelling himself over Magus's head. The English professor landed where Magus had launched from. He raised his sword in line with his shoulder, holding on with both hands and hurling forward, plunging the sword out in front of him.
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Post by trigger on Jun 4, 2012 17:18:04 GMT -5
The attack on Gerrard had motivated him enough to move, which was a good sign. Maybe now he'd put up a fight, even with this scorching pain from his last move. If it weren't for that one weakness, that curse of the man he had never known, Magus would count himself as unbeatable. But, however, that wasn't the case, and Magus loathed that man...Mephisto, for ruining him and his life. Every day, in little ways, he was reminded of that man, that monster. Reviling in his obsession of hatred, insanity knocked on his door.
Gerrard jumped off of the Scythes blade, landing behind him in a more clever dodge. This was what Magus had been asking for when he'd agreed to a fight. Thus far, he had been boring him. A tedious battle with no energy. If Gerrard kept this up, he might even make for a good morning well spent. After all, Magus barely tolerated Shibusen, this was something to take his mind off of their annoyance.
Turning around to face the English Professor, the sword held in line with his should, Magus, like Gerrard, held fast with two hand on the shaft of the Scythe. As the sword came down, Magus brought the curved inner blade of his weapon to meet it. Sheer strength would halt the swing of the sword alone. Gerrard was not a weak man, however, even with Gerrard taller than Magus, he was stronger. It was visible to. After a quick pause, the Mage pushed the Scythe up to push the blade into the air, and hopefully making him stumble backwards a few steps, not a lot.
Then, moving his grip higher up the pole towards the blade, he would swing the pole towards Gerrards side.
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