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| Asroth[w] Vs. Osiris; Allance Gem Spar #2 | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 25 2012, 04:29 AM (157 Views) | |
| Osiris | Dec 25 2012, 04:29 AM Post #1 |
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‘Boxers’, as Osiris had come to think of the nameless man, approached with a seemingly relaxed frame. The well trained and regretfully over trained eyes of the half-demon gave away the small markers of a body ready to strike though. Dilated pupils, tensed muscles, and a careful manner in stepping to keep a striker’s balance . . . but he already knew the attack was imminent, that much was undisputed. The real question, was what kind of attack was going to be delivered. Scenarios began to play out before the mind’s eye. The hell? His opponent leapt into the air in a most unusual manner. Soaring just over the half-demon’s head, who stood there not really following what kind of tactic this was. There were several openings to exploit, but mostly the pallor warrior wanted to reach out and drag the man back down to the earth. The urges were beat back by curiosity. He wanted to see what this soaring arch’s purpose was. Then he felt it. Both feet planting into the back of his head and forcing him to rock forward. “Nice,” the word was soft, but steely cold. Taking a heavy step the half demon smiled as he heard ‘Boxers’ land just behind him. The half demon’s body rolled forward into the step with the momentum of the blow he had just taken. Pushing his hands onto the ground he threw his body forward into a handstand while he looked his opponent from upside down. His left leg came up knocking one jab away from his well balanced body. The right leg did not come up in such a gentle manner as it quickly followed. The heel of the black combat boot snuck under a second jab and drove upwards towards the Avalonian’s jaw. The ground exploded even as the counter strike was nearing its completion. Osiris had released an energy blast that kicked heavy dust and small debris into the air obscuring vision and launching the warrior into the air several meters. Shooting into the heavens feet first he kept his eyes locked onto the slightly darker shape of a man within the dust cloud. A huge burst of Ki suddenly let loose from the soles of the half demon’s feet. Charging back down like a crashing missile, a gauntleted fist pulled back into a fully loaded position. The dust scattered before the violence of the charge. Like a hammer seeking out its anvil the arm unloaded its crushing blow straight down on the shape he took to be ‘Boxers’. The top of his head, a shoulder, a flank: it didn’t matter what the fist struck . . . its only intent was to crush. _______________________________________________ Actions for Clarity: 1. take your special attack kick thing 2. Counter your jabs with special rising heel smash thing 3. use energy wave for smoke screen and rapid lift off 4. Powerfly+ HULK SMASH WC: 449 |
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| Old Asroth | Dec 27 2012, 11:08 PM Post #2 |
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“Nice.” Asroth barely had any time to even acknowledge these words had been spoken before the ground exploded around him, dirt clods flying everywhere. The Avalanian covered his eyes with his arm protectively, to try and keep from being blinded, and took a few steps back, trying to keep from any sort of retaliatory move. Damn, this guy’s really good, Asroth considered. But he seems to rely on strength too mu— mmfphfmm Pain sliced through Asroth’s skull, keeping intelligent thoughts from surfacing as he tried to spit the mouthful of dirt from his mouth. Getting to his feet was a whole other matter altogether. That kick had knocked him spread-eagled onto the floor, with almost no resistance. But instinct kicked in, due to the life-or-death stakes that it FELT like he was now in, and he opened both his palms and flipped them so they faced skyward. Altering his wrists a bit, Asroth then fired several round balls of Ki at where he expected his opponent to be. At this point, he didn’t expect it to hurt at all, but perhaps surprise from that would force him to get up, and give Asroth the breathing room to get to his feet and try a counterattack. But as it was, the splitting headache combined with the massive weight on his back was effectively keeping Asroth down for the count. Word Count: 228 Total Count: 228 |
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| Osiris | Dec 29 2012, 01:41 AM Post #3 |
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As Osiris came running down through the air, scattering the dust. . . he was greeted by a volley of energy attacks. Shit. The thought was terribly calm. The pallor warrior was simply coming down with too much speed to alter his course fast enough. Each energy ball slammed into his frame and exploded with force dynamite would be jealous of. Osiris grit his teeth as he simply pushed on through. Sometimes that’s just what fighting was. You take your taps and try to dish back more than your opponent can. His attack went wide though. Amethysts eyes glinted with the excitement of battle. It was one of few things that broke the usual thousand yard star. But now, those eyes were trained on his opponent’s just an arm’s length away. The silver breast plate, casing Osiris’ chest, pressed on ‘Boxers’ open palms. His own fist was buried into the ground up to the wrist just next to the Avalonian’s head. Osiris parted his the corner of his lip a little and blew a stream of air up at lock of loose hair that had caught on fire after taking a beam ball to the face. In the next second it was like he came back to the battle at hand full forced. With his left hand, his free hand, the demonic vessel drove his palm down violently. The pale hand was to land straight on his opponent’s chest, and then grab onto his shirt. He wanted to be extra sure of his grip on ‘Boxers’ though. The right hand ripped free of the ground and made a move to sieve a shoulder. Then, well then he was just gone. Muscle fibers rippled through his body generating monumental force. Osiris hoped he was dragging his opponent with him as he flew through the air. With all his weight behind the movement the half demon crashed into one of the floating islands hoping he would crush the Avalonian. Either way he wouldn’t let the man off so easily. Jetting through the air he grabbed the next closest island by slamming his finger into the rock. Turning his whole body in the motion he throw the hovering mass of earth headlong towards his current rival. There was something extremely satisfying about throwing such a large object. That sensation of accomplishment that weight lifters get after pushing out that really heavy set. This was great exercise. ___________________________________________ 1. Take your ki blasts 2. Miss attack from last post 3. 2 QA palm strike + grab shirt 4. 1 SA grab shoulder 5. ST+ SA Slam into rock 6. Throw Island like a bawse WC: 404 TWC: 853 |
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| Old Asroth | Dec 30 2012, 01:17 AM Post #4 |
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The silt finally settled and Asroth flipped his aching body to the sky to see the result of his attacks. The Goth god continued spiraling down like a missile, taking each blast like a champ and continuing downward nonchalantly. Even though this no longer surprised the Avalanian, it still filled him with a sense of hopeless anger. What point was there in taunting him? Clearly the fight was over. Why not treat it thus? The anger began to turn to thoughts of seriously attempting to win the fight, and a multitude of strategies ran through his mind, to think of how to outmaneuver or outsmart this creature. He’d miscalculated how fast the god was coming down, however, and felt a slender, yet muscular hand grab at his shirt. There was a comical moment almost like in old cartoons where the god pulled away and Asroth sat there, registering what happened, before gravity kicked in and he flew up into the air with him. The G-Force was pushing the alien’s neck back, to where he began to look almost turtle-like in shape, and tears streamed down his face, blinding him to where they were going. After a few fretful seconds, however, the destination was reached, when the god crash-landed on one of the nearby islands. Where was Asroth, one might ask? He was playing the role of a cushion meant to soften a fall. The Avalanian could swear ribs had broken from this, but he ignored the pain to quickly wipe at his eyes, and see where he, and the God of Emo Shit, both were specifically. When he finally finished rubbing his eyes, he noticed that in the distance appeared to be a wall, just standing by itself in the air, with no other purpose than to exist, it seemed. Curious, Asroth stumbled to his feet, ignoring the flash of pain and the bile that rose in his throat from the movement. As he got up, the wall seemed to grow in size, taking up more and more of his view with every passing second. With about a split second to spare, he realized that the wall was hurtling directly towards him! Asroth used his split second to leap to the side. Rather than dodge it, however, he was simply hit by the wall in the way people are hit by cars even though they try to jump over it. It softened the blow, at least, in his opinion. Asroth spat a gob of blood from his mouth, wiping his face haphazardly, when he finally got to his feet, rubble all around him every which way. Various cuts and bruises now littered his body, and surely the wear and tear would force him to give in eventually, but for now, knowing that the pain wasn’t real, Asroth fought it, and forced the mysterious power of Ki energy into his veins, pumping false adrenaline and power into himself and giving him the rush for perhaps one last offensive attack. Turning to the side, he grabbed at the largest chunk of rock in the general vicinity and held it between his two hands, arms spread wide apart. Asroth completely ignored his quarry, figuring that at this point, he would give the Avalanian the benefit of the doubt with whatever the fuck he planned on doing. The Avalanian lifted up into the skies, holding the miniature boulder between his palms. He took a deep breath, filling his chest as wide as he could, before spraying the rock all over with flames continuously, though this time the flames were a friendly, teasing red. He kept this up for several full breaths, until the rock was painful to hold, and then stopped his ascent. Raising it high over his head, he looked around for his friend, the Goth God, before throwing the rock down as fast as he could, putting every ounce of his force behind it, hoping that it would take on the qualities of a comet crashing to the ground. Word Count: 667 Total Count: 895 |
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| Osiris | Dec 30 2012, 11:29 PM Post #5 |
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Osiris closed his eyes as he stood there listening to the deep breathing of his opponent belching flames upon a boulder he had seized after managing to pull himself up from the last onslaught. That was what the demonic vessel had truly been looking for all along, determination. The will to keep standing back up regardless of how bruised and broken your body became . . . that was worth something. The will to fight harder in the last precious moments, than in the first energized movements, how many more warriors the pallor youth wished he saw with such a quality. No, not just warriors. People. Why couldn’t they understand such a thing? Why did some carry the true instinct to survive, to push, while others bargained their lives away for slices of illusion? Inside his own mind though, the Child of Cauldron was in another place and time. The deep mechanical inhales followed by great bursts of searing flames reminded him of the massive forges that once stood as the bane of his existence. Day in and day out dragging load after load of still scorching hot ore into the foundry, or lugging carts of ingots to the smithies. Stricken by the memory the youth’s chest tightened in an odd mixture of loathing and lonely longing. A slave’s life had been less solitary than this. His mind began to drift into thick realms of hazy doubt . . . NO! Forcing his violet eyes back open the thoughts quickly faded as he realized there was no more bellow-like noises. Instead, the demonic vessel watched ‘Boxers’ chuck a boulder, set ablaze, like a meteor. Quickly touching back down on the green plains, Osiris widened his stance and placed his right fist upon his hip. Ki enthralled the arm from hand to elbow with glowing plasma. This would be no subtle defense. He would crush the boulder and then the match would be over. There was no sense in not extending some kind of hospitality for a good spar. A vague code of politeness and manners had always infused the half demon’s style, even if others were too turned aside by his coldness to understand it. With a slight grunt the enriched punch met the ‘comet’ head on. In an instant it would be shattered leaving only flaming shards to inflict injury. Osiris was not concerned so long as the bulk of the attack was canceled . . . but he was wrong, very wrong. Knuckles met the glowing rock and made the sound, of nothing. Wide eyed with realization the pallor warrior tried to leap away too late. As the earthen ball had made its descent the Ki energy burning around it had continued to heat the material rapid. Without having fully inspected the boulder before being thrown, Osiris hadn’t realized it distended and that the glowing orange was not the enemies energy . . . just a rock taken on its molten form. Instead of breaking, the semi-liquid substance engulfed the arm up to mid bicep. “ Rrrrrnnnaaahhh,” Osiris grunted incoherently as he ripped the arm free of the suddenly cooling ‘mash’ of boulder which set the plains afire. His left hand latched onto his opposing shoulder to try to stabilize the intense shaking the limb refused to refrain from. “Unorthodox,” the word escaped between grit teeth without truly realizing it had been said. Pulling himself together Osiris turned his face so he was looking straight at ‘Boxers’, “ Osiris,” he paused to let the name hang in the air, “I will see you around.” And that was it. His body faded into amethyst dust as his mind returned to true real. ______________________________________________________________ WC: 615 TWC: 1,468 ~ HA! |
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| Old Asroth | Dec 31 2012, 01:01 AM Post #6 |
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Asroth’s eyes flickered darkly, trying to comprehend what had happened after he’d tossed the ball. Almost all the energy he’d had was forced into that one last desperate attack, and he could already feel the Ki abandoning him, and he slowly slipping out of the skies. Panicking, Asroth flipped onto his stomach, and opened his mouth, thinking maybe he could periodically shoot Ki from his hands or mouth to stagger the fall a bit, but he was completely on empty: nothing came to him as he fell from the skies. The Avalanian hit the ground like a rag doll, bouncing once before being still. Consciousness came in and out. Clearly he was about to leave the realm. But he hung on for some odd reason – he could feel something coming, though he wasn’t sure what. His wait paid off. “Osiris.” What? He tried to turn his head just as the man started to say something else, but the effort gave him immediate whiplash, and he gave into the pain, going back to where he’d left off. Word Count: 176 Total Count: 1,071 |
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