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Post by fiction on Jun 3, 2012 13:14:56 GMT -5
The students were more spritely than the Gladiator had first thought, dodging attacks with little time to spare implied they might have a brain with which to work. Maybe a little smarter, too, but he wasn't going to assume that fully just yet. After all, throwing his opponents for a loop was a more enjoyable than his other victims. A strike from behind and it was over. But these? They were unarmed against him yet they did not realise. All the others, however...
The strike that would have cleaved the boy in twain missed it's original intent, instead, the momentum of the blade carried him up, the sword slashed his calf instead.
The charge from the brown-haired Meister was something he could easily have dodged. Three seconds was plenty of time, after all, for an expert to move away and take a strike. But he did not move. He even lowered his sword down and look directly at the Sword Technician. The weapon he wielded was an impressive one, but that didn't mean it was effective against all. Even a demon weapon Dragon Slayer. The Meister unleashed his soul-charge...
...and passed straight through the Gladiator.
THEME CHANGE
[/color][/u] Breach[/right] A yellowish, sharp-toothed smile came from the black within the helmet. Unhurt and untouched, he stood there quietly. Watching them with gleaming red eyes. "In some ways, I suppose you are the weakest enemies I've faced on this battle ground." He lifted his sword into the air, illuminated by the moon light. "You wield a mighty sword, but your tactics are amiss." With the sword lifted and gleaming, the shadows seemed to wriggle and move. Black figures groaned, crawling from the black, and standing, lumbering slowly to surround the Meister. "Hehe..Hhaha...HAHAHAHA!" - The ethereal laugh of the spectral Gladiator roared and echoed within the Amphitheatre, as he backed into the shadows, and vanished, leaving his shadowy minions in his place. [/blockquote] Enemy Health[/b] Minion 1 ~ UnhurtMinion 2 ~ UnhurtMinion 3 ~ UnhurtMinion 4 ~ UnhurtMinion 5 ~ Unhurt[/right][/size]
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Post by hrimturs on Jun 12, 2012 18:44:49 GMT -5
The white-haired Weapon tutted in displeasure as his Meister was struck, and to top it all off then failed at his attempted assault on their quarry. To make matters worse, the rat bastard gladiator then mocked them by laughing at them and insulting them.. his frustrations growing to greater levels than before, he let out an annoyed, biting reprimand that echoed from his weaponized form, "Sparrow, you thundering ass! What the hell're you doin', letting him mess your leg up? And then you fuck up too?! What the hell, man?!"Even as he grunted his displeasure, their enemy had vanished, leaving behind the wispy, phantom shades in its stead, as the Weapon let out an exasperated sigh, "Tsch.. this fucker's mockin' us now with these guys?" The Weapon then suddenly flashed alight, leaping from Sparrow's hands as he landed in his human form once more. Looking down at the tattered remains of what had once been a stylish poncho, he grit his teeth, "Keh! You assholes're gonna be payin' me back for this in interest, ya hear?" he spat at the shades, grabbing the poncho and tearing it away from his body, wrapping it instead around his right forearm. "Bring it on, cannonfodder!!" The youth roared arrogantly, before bolting ahead of his Meister, fists raised to begin punching and violently brawling with the entire group of shades - already throwing the first punch with a wide-arcing swing at the center-most shadow creature.
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Sparrow Lionheart
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Post by Sparrow Lionheart on Jul 7, 2012 17:02:50 GMT -5
Sparrow's evasion of the gladiator's attack wasn't perfect. In the process, his calf was hit. Despite the pain, Sparrow pressed on through, successfully charging up his Soul Ram. The fact that he simply let it hit would've raised alarms for a more intelligent or experienced fighter. However, due to Sparrow's lack of experience or intellect, the attack went as planned. . .
Until it simply phased through the Kishin Egg.
"In some ways, I suppose you are the weakest enemies I've faced on this battle ground.", said the gladiator. Sparrow's expression turned to anger as he stared at his foe. Blood dripped from his wounded leg. "You wield a mighty sword, but your tactics are amiss.", continued the gladiator as it raised its sword, the blade gleaming in the moonlight. Even Sparrow himself noticed the gathering of shadowy minions, five of them.
Sparrow's free hand balled up into a fist, his eyes contorted to rage. This foul demon was making a mess of him and his partner. They were going to face defeat on their first mission, and the gladiator would be free to kill some more. Sparrow didn't want that to happen. He wasn't going to let that happen.
"Hehe..Hhaha...HAHAHAHA!", laughed the gladiator as it retreated into the shadows.
"Sparrow, you thundering ass! What the hell're you doin', letting him mess your leg up? And then you fuck up too?! What the hell, man?!", shouted Ymir. Sparrow, normally apologetic towards his older weapon, remained silent. The boy was looking around him at the incoming minions.
"Tsch.. this fucker's mockin' us now with these guys?", commented the white-haired weapon as he transformed out of his weapon transformation. Sparrow only looked as his enemies as Ymir looked over his poncho. "Keh! You assholes're gonna be payin' me back for this in interest, ya hear?", he commented furiously.
"Bring it on, cannonfodder!!"
"Back to the shadows with you, fiends!!", roared the meister furiously as he too went to brawl with the shades summoned by the Kishin Egg.
While Ymir went in for the center-most enemy, Sparrow, attacked the one on the left of the group, jumping mid-charge in order to land on its mid-section with his boot-clad feet. If successful, he'd throw punches towards it's "head".
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