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| Osiris [w] Vs. Lailah [l]; Training Battle: Ref Me. | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 21 2013, 07:37 PM (913 Views) | |
| Osiris | Jan 21 2013, 07:37 PM Post #1 |
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“What did you just call me?” the Pallor Lord’s face set into its well practiced grim mask. Osiris took a step towards the winged woman. The air pressure inside the tavern suddenly skyrocketed. Bottle after bottle along the back wall of the bar exploded as the differential imploded the glass, shattering it into clouds of sparkling fragments and liquor. Osiris took another step towards Lailah. Tremors rocked the building suddenly shaking the structure with earthquake force. The surviving glasses and open bottles clanged against one another until they were finally rocked from their perches. Everywhere the ground was littered with their silica corpses. Even the tables and chairs vibrated creating an eerie cacophony amplified by the swinging lights that worked the shadows into a fevered dance. Osiris took another step like stalking predator. Sparks of azure and violet electricity began to skitter and leap across the Pallor Lord’s frame. The tendrils of energy jumped out touching the surrounding area with scorching fingers. Even as the air pressure rose higher the sudden abundance of power lifted the glass shrapnel off the ground along with other small objects around the room. “I have had enough disrespect for one day,” the words came out akin to a growl while he stood over the woman. Osiris took another step and suddenly vanished midstride. The tavern erupted with wind as the Pallor Lord closed the remaining distance almost instantaneously. Second were too slow to count the movement. Coming out of the speed teleport he was still low to the ground with his legs pushing him forward like a sprinter just off the starting line. The warrior’s head and shoulders were already past the left side of Lailah’s body. With the full velocity of his charge behind him, the demonic vessel torqued his torso and threw his right arm forward. The fist was enveloped with dreadful energy that exploded as the punch reached its full extension. The youth wanted to send the winged woman crashing through the wall she had backed herself against. With the advantage of the first strike still on his side, Osiris uncurled his fist to reveal an orb of Ki resting in the palm. Azure light shot forward out of the fully extended arm with unreasonable speed. It wasn’t a powerful attack, but it was built for accuracy and maximum momentum. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [qoute] Action 1: Dyne Power Up Action 2: ST+Blast Punch (2% ki) Action 3: Suiken (2% ki) Total Ki used: 4% PL:79,260/105,680 Ki:39,630/52,840 Strength:12,958 Speed: 14,058 Toughness: 15,346 Stamina: 12,186 ---- after drain----- 11,869 Vitality: 12,350 (not bothering with equpiment gains for a Trainning Battle) [105,680PL and Combat Rune] |
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| Lailah | Jan 23 2013, 02:02 PM Post #2 |
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Distracted, the celestial did not react fast enough to move aside from the attack. Pushed through the wall, Lailah felt the wood splinter behind and beneath her. Small splinters embedded themselves into her skin along her arms and wings. Gritting her teeth, the angel quickly surveyed her wounds before rising again, attempting to look less damaged than she really was. She sighed, knowing this was not going to go well. A glare surfaced from beneath her eyes as they looked up towards her attacker. “Touchy aren’t we?” Cockiness never seemed to get anyone anywhere but Lailah was pissed. First day out and a fight had to break out. With very little power, her mind had to plan her strikes carefully. Walking towards her attacker, the ruins of the wall made small slices into her feet but she ignored them. Clenching her fists, the angel concentrated her anger into a little power while staring down her opponent. Quickly raising her hand into a quick draw motion, she aimed a blast at the creature. It was much weaker than his blast at her but she hoped it would give her room to move. The room the wall has fallen into was a small office, probably for the owner of the tavern. The desk had been smashed in her fall but there were a couple chairs still in one piece. Anything that could be potentially used as a weapon would be helpful in Lailah’s current predicament. With fast paced movements the winged woman ran to the chair and flung it in the direction of the hole she had come through. The angel knew she had to get out into a more open space but that did not seem possible unless she got passed the seemingly upset man on the other side. The only way she saw that happening was to draw him in. “Well crap.” Actions: 1. One Finger Blast 2. Throw a chair Total Ki used: 4% PL: 3,485/4,646 Ki: 1,742/2,323 Strength: 594 Speed: 509 Toughness: 569 Stamina: 645 --→ 576 Vitality: 515 |
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| Osiris | Jan 31 2013, 08:24 PM Post #3 |
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The haze of wood splinters was slow to clear as the heavier chunks of debris scattered across the ground. Dark amethyst eyes searched the dirty air, watching the shadows move to see what had become of his victim. Osiris had battled enough, killed enough, and been almost killed enough times to know what it felt like to end a person’s life in a single stroke. This, however, was not one of those times. Something within the youth was glad that his hand hadn’t simply blown through his opponent’s stomach. The stench was always distracting, and hard to wash off, but that wasn’t why. Was it the satisfaction of fighting someone almost worthwhile? No…the Pallor Lord had had more than his fill of that in the last week. His mind almost lost focus trying to stare into the shadowy back room through the gapping hole as though there would be some kind of hidden writing revealing the truth. Curiosity died almost instantly when Osiris heard the woman’s snide voice. There wasn’t a real chance to respond though. A streak of light cut through the haze with a fair amount of speed. A pale hand tipped with black claws met the attack head on. Like a train ramming into an unmoving object, the beam of energy piled up on top of itself forming a haphazardly shaped bubble. With a quick arm movement and flick of the wrist Osiris redirected the Ki straight into the tavern floor. A great hole blew through the wooden floorboards, scattered the tables and chairs, and revealed the basement below. Without further hesitation the Pallor Lord marched forward through the partially destroyed wall. Small streaks of smoke trailed behind his left hand. After a second he caught site of the winged woman without any view obstructions . . . well except for the chair flying towards his head. Caught in the makeshift doorway, there wasn’t enough room to dodge the flung object. Instead it was met with retaliatory violence. The still smoking and sore hand rose across the demonic vessel’s chest diagonally. Formed into the shape of a blade with outstretched fingers, the arm extended outwards and then drove down catching the chair by the seat. Splintering noises filled the room as the wooden frame was annihilated. There was so much force that the glue and screws came loose causing it to fall into so many pieces that there was nothing truly left to be called a chair. Instead there was just a cloud of pieces for a half second hanging in the air. Before they could even start to fall, Osiris shot forward scattering the pieces as they bounced off his body in their smaller harmless forms. With short, but ferocious swipes of talon like hands the Pallor Lord lashed out at Lailah after closing the distance. Black nails cut through the air so fast they left scars in the air which expanded rapidly turning from small white streaks into outward expanding gusts of wind. Using a sporadic pattern the youth clawed at the shoulders, stomach, and thighs of his opponent. He wanted to draw blood from her, slow her down, and bring her to ground without death. I will show you a creature . . . I will show you a predator . . . I will show you something you can’t understand. A talon came up the center line of the winged woman’s body in an attempt to slash the skin along her stomach and mid-chest just beneath the cloth of the increasingly ruined dress. As it reach the top of the lateral arc Osiris flipped his hand over and shot the arm forward creating great force as the muscles of the shoulder twitched vigorously. The palm of his hand was aimed for Lailah’s pale throat. If the demonic vessel could just get the grip, then he would be able to force his strength and weight down to pin the woman over the messy office desk that inhabited the small room. “I asked you what you are. Your name means nothing to me, and your disrespect in the face of death is obscene. So, why don’t you start apologizing now . . . and I might listen.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Action 1: Mostly Block A1 Action 2: Break Chair to Pieces Action 3: 4x QA= Claw Strikes (2x speed) Action 4: 2x QA= Claw Strikes + SA= Throat Grab (2x speed) Tactician: 1/2 Total Ki used: 4% PL:79,260/105,680 Ki:39,630/52,840 Strength:12,958 Speed: 14,058 Toughness: 15,346 Stamina: 12,186 ---- after drain----- 11,869 Vitality: 12,350 |
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| Lailah | Feb 1 2013, 09:36 PM Post #4 |
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The unfortunate woman could not avoid all the slashes aimed at her. Lailah blocked a couple of the strikes but not enough. The creature’s claws slashed into her left shoulder and right thigh, causing her to wince but not stop moving. Pulling her stomach in, she only took a partial cut for the man’s slice up her middle, drawing blood along the breastbone and tearing open her dress. The pain seared from the combined wounds afflicted upon her. The angel let out a small moan form the pain and was too distracted to avoid her throat gripped by the hands of her opponent. The celestial gripped his hand, trying to pull his hand away from her throat. She pulled a knee up to put distance between the two as she felt him pull her down onto the desk she had noticed earlier. With the opposite leg, the winged woman tried to slide between his legs, hoping to make him unsteady. Something felt a little odd when she did. His words also took to her and formed clouds of anger in her eyes. How the hell will I get out of this position? Disrespect? Apologize? Still glad he doesn’t know what or who I am. “I don’t believe I have anything to apologize for. YOU attacked me.” Lailah threw one clenched fist towards her opponent’s face and used the other hand to try to pry his fingers and claws off her throat. Her shoulder was sore from the deep cuts that she only had a light grip. In this position the woman knew that her option would be limited so anything she could think of would be helpful. Once again she tried a short-range blast toward him, hoping to have him release her from his grip. Her dress in tatters and her strength declining, her only hope was to move into the next room and away from him. If she could only slide passed his body and out the makeshift door, the angel would be in a better situation. But the winged woman’s mind wandered as she thought of her escape. Why does this feel so odd? What is this I feel? Why pin me down here, so close… She stared into his eyes, trying to see what he was thinking and how he was feeling. The woman let the anger beat in her breast as blood and sweat poured down her exposed pale skin. Blood soaked the torn remnants of the light dress she had walked in with, revealing her injured shoulder, thigh up to her hip, and the skin covering her sternum. Lailah could feel the blood slide and mix with the sweat, forming thick red lines down her leg and chest. Some of her blood would stain the wooden desk she was pinned against as well as the floor and the clothes of her attacker, mixing with his. The proximity was intoxicating, both in her anger and the strange feelings the angel had received from his initial response. She stared into those violet, furious eyes and matched his fury with her own passion. “Are you going to try leave me like him?” Actions: 1. Attempt to take one leg out 2. Punch to the face 3. One Finger Blast Total Ki used: 4% PL: 3,485/4,646 Ki: 1,742/2,323 Strength: 594 Speed: 509 Toughness: 569 Stamina: 645 → 576 Vitality: 515 |
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| Osiris | Feb 17 2013, 05:43 PM Post #5 |
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The air shifted and swept away from the two grappling fighters as Osiris picked himself off the ground and free his body from the need to rely on legs in order to balance. Lailah could try to sweep his legs out all she wanted, but it wasn’t going to change anything. Such techniques were only useful against those who are bound to the land. The winged woman’s words came out hushed and muffled, but still clear enough to communicate her lack of any tact or understanding. A second later a fist slammed into the side of the Pallor Lord’s face as bluntly, and as ineffectually as her words. Bone and muscle hardened by too much abuse absorbed the blow like it was nothing. The only visual cue she had even struck him was the slight ruffling of hair for a split second. As if disappointed with the meager results, a finger uncurled to release another beam of light. Osiris wasn’t going to stop it. He knew it would be a slight irritation, but this woman clearly needed to see exactly how futile her struggling was. His flesh bruised slight as he felt the stream of energy drill into his upper chest just over the clavicle. So you aren’t such an incompetent fighter after all. Lialah’s weak pawing at his gripping hand seemed more like a diversion than anything. Just a distraction while she attempted to fracture a more subtle, but weaker target. The face was always such an obvious choice, but the collar bone was weak point so often overlooked. Smoke suddenly engulfed the demonic vessel as his undershirt burst into flames where a rent in his armor exposed it. The smell of the smoke mingled with her sickly sweet blood and suddenly he was reminded of Iron Moutain after that terrible day, those dark hours wondering around the former home of the Saoirsen. It all seemed so long ago now, but those wounds were still fresh enough to be pulled back open in a moment’s notice.
Silence fell heavily as the smoke cleared. It did not clear completely, and the mixture of dispersed smoke and floating wood partials left the small room hazy and smelling of a poorly ventilated fireplace. But through the haze one could finally gaze upon an rare sight, Osiris’ chest. An entire section roughly eight six inches by eight was left bare to the air. The Pallor Lord did not care to show but his face and hands at any given time. The pallor skin looked warped as though some strange twist of nature had drawn sporadic designs upon his flesh. The exposed area hinted at the vast network of scars that covered the great majority of his frame. There was not even a half inch of unmarred skin. Scar tissue, more than anything else, made up the protective outer layer of his body. Half tracing, half guiding the woman’s eyes they both seemed to look down on the spot, “Why should you be any different from us? You don’t get it do you? You think that I attacked you first, you are wrong. Your words assaulted me, and attempt to deny me the Right of Retribution. Should I tolerate the insolence of a zealot just because he is weak?!?!” For a short moment Osiris was distracted as he read the expression on the stranger’s face. He saw confusion, and a slight blush over her cheeks that certainly weren’t bruises nor was the Pallor Lord choking her overly. Such a small, unusual detail cut through the demonic vessel in order to strike a chord. Suddenly, he felt the warmth and softness of Lailah’s neck pleasantly pinned under his hand. The heat from her slowly crept up his arm inch by inch and with it an increasing sense of unnatural hunger. Violet orbs wandered over the winged woman’s battered and cut body without aim or purpose. Through the torn garments he could see the massive black, blue, and yellowing bruise that was left in the wake of the demonic vessel’s first attack. It spread out across her stomach like an untreated stain. Retracting the black claws on his free hand Osiris ran the pads of his fingers over Lailah’s cuts with a delicate touch. Drops of red liquid clung to them which were brought up for inspection. It looks normal, but it feels and smells different. . . Narrowing his eyes, “What are you, and what do you have to do with the zealot?” Osiris slowly pulled Zar’rock out of its sheath over his back. The white metal slid smoothly giving off a faint hiss as the serpentine shape of the blade made itself known. In one vicious movement the Pallor Lord drove the sword straight down. It was aimed to stab straight through the woman’s left wing and pin it to the desk with enough force to bury the weapon up to the hilt in the wood. Dark Azure sparks began to jump over the youth’s right shoulder and within a few passing seconds formed a spiraling patterned that extended down the rest of arm until it looked like a Tesla Coil. Then with singular purpose, the arcs of Ki jumped off his arm and attempted to wrap themselves around Lailah’s limbs and restrict her movement for a time. Satisfied she wouldn’t likely be going anywhere quickly, Osiris released his grip on her throat. As soon as he did the heat left his arm and was replaced by an empty sensation. Stepping back, the Child of Cauldron just stared. Something about the situation had changed, and he felt his anger fading away leaving him hollowed. He inspected his hand curious what had changed. The tips of his fingers where the blood clung were still warm and tingled slightly. In an almost casual gesture the demonic vessel licked his thumb clean of the substance. A shockwave rippled through his body and the world suddenly became brighter as his pupil’s dilated. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Action 1: Avoid Leg Sweep Action 2: Sword Attack Action 3: Bankoku Bitsu Kuri Shiyou 9% ki Action 4: Taste blood---get high? Tactician: 2/2---Restore ki with Dyne Power Up Ki this Round: 9% used, 5% restored Total Ki used: 8% PL:79,260/105,680 Ki:39,630/52,840 Strength:12,958 Speed: 14,058 Toughness: 15,346 Stamina: 12,186 ---- after drain----- 11,156 Vitality: 12,350 |
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| Lailah | Feb 21 2013, 07:49 PM Post #6 |
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The woman continued to struggle beneath even as she as the smoke cleared into a slight haze. The section of skin that displayed beneath the cloth that burned off his chest almost fascinated the angel. The scars that covered his skin looked old, like many battles have been fought. As she observed, the winged woman listened to the man voice. This voice had been the most commanding her ears had heard since her summoning. The content of the words annoyed her greatly. I don’t think touchy quite covered it. Tension in her rose as the orbs she believed came from him circled her and as he touched her wounds. Lailah held herself, not allowing any flinching, but his touch, though gentle, stung. The gentleness of his touch also stimulated a strange feeling from within her, making her extremely tense and uncomfortable. She was sure her face would be bright red, feeling the heat from within rising to the surface. Her heart beat fast as she stayed in his grip, watching him inspect her blood.
Even as he asked for the second time, the celestial took a moment to wonder if she even respond. He obviously did not know who she was. Remembering how he left Zador, she had decided to say at least something when her opponent unsheathed his weapon and drove it into her left wing before she could move. Pain seared through her wing as she tried not to scream, letting out a suppressed sound. Anger and pain filled her eyes as she looked toward the injured wing, now pinned into the desk. With the hand not being used to unclench his fingers, the angel attempted to pull out the weapon, hoping to at least loosen it so she could free herself from the desk. Son of Bitch! Not able to create an unbalance within him and failing to remove the weapon, Lailah knew there would be little she could do. As soon as she decided to take another swing at his chest, her attacker created a binding agent out of Ki to restrain her. The hand that attempted to unclench his hand let go. The celestial moved as much as she could, trying to avoid the Ki meant to restrain her. It was not long before the woman lay bound and pinned to the desk, angry. The winged woman continued to attempt to break out of her restraints, but the only thing it seemed to accomplish was to tear the man’s weapon into more of her wing. Pain embraced every portion of her body, even as he let go of her, putting his thumb into his mouth, tasting her blood. The idea sickened her. The woman still held her head high, not wishing to show any more weakness than had already been shown. Her eyes looked around the broken room, seeing the wake of their destruction. She imagined she had begun to look like the place, battered and beaten. Zador may even have been luckier than she. Staring angrily into her opponent’s eyes, she decided it was time she made a deal. Even though she knew she would not win this fight physically, she could win through getting the information she wanted out of him. There was always the possibility of his refusal and even his destruction of her, but she would not go down whimpering. “I will only answer your questions if you answer mine. If you agree, I will even answer first. Who are you, what are you, and what do you intend to do with me?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Actions: 1. Attempt to unclench grip 2. Attempt to avoid restraint 3. Struggles in Restraints Total Ki used: 4% PL: 3,485/4,646 Ki: 1,742/2,323 Strength: 594 Speed: 509 Toughness: 569 Stamina: 645 → 576 Vitality: 515 |
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| Osiris | Feb 23 2013, 01:06 AM Post #7 |
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The world around him shuddered and spasmed violently, or maybe that was him. For a few seconds he couldn’t tell where his body ended and the world began as the light became so bright that detail was a distant concept. Nothing seemed solid, nothing seemed stable. The world around him was a flow of energy and the spaces in which the energy flowed slightly less, yet was still brilliantly dazzling. What the . . . The Pallor Lord couldn’t even finish his thought before his mind fractured like a flock of birds scattering under the clap of thunder. Information unlike anything else he had ever experienced before flooded his altered brain as each piece of his consciousness attached itself and observed a different stream of pure light. It was overwhelming and disconcerting in a way that so different than anything else he had experienced. It was not the frighteningly wretched illusions that Pico had once subjected him to, but he did not like it. This was not his world, and this was not a way in which he could exist. Recoiling from the world of pure energy streaming around him, through him. . . Osiris willed himself to recollect. One piece would slam into another re-forging itself with a painful clang, hammer striking anvil. Various parts of his body twitched as once more it was inhabited by a coherent sentience. Somewhere between self-aware and being blurred into the strange world around him, the Son of Cauldron looked down at his own body. The anxiety of being exposed to the place increased a thousand fold. His entire frame was a void of swirling blackness that only retained the general outline of “Osiris”. Full grasping how out of place he was, he pushed harder to consolidate. A deep growl escaped the demonic vessel’s throat, What the hell was that? His eyes glared down at the woman as she struggled to free herself from sword pushed deep into her wing. Did she do that to me? He debated the point for a few seconds, but finally concluded that there was no way she could consciously overpower his mind in such away. Completely ignoring her words the Pallor Lord stood there looking over the woman’s body knowing the sharp angles of his face were set into a grimace. This woman, Lailah, was beautiful by many standards throughout the galaxy. Once her flesh was healed and freed off scars by a rejuvenation tank one might even be willing to say she was free of aesthetic flaws. Though, that depends on the observers taste . . . and flawless was not the same as perfection when it came to things so unique as a beings appearance. Moreover, she was intelligent enough to know she could only talk herself out of the whole she had stumbled into . . . though it didn’t seem she was smart enough to know why she had fallen. The calculations were building up in the youth’s reformed mind, which now that he considered it . . . felt different. Something had changed within the process of rebuilding. Amethyst eyes rolled back to the thumb he had licked clean. This winged woman was definitely something very different. “I will answer one of your questions. No, I will not leave you like him, his voice was cold and to the point. With a blur of motion the Pallor Lord picked out 12 spots on the woman that he knew would be located near major arteries and nerve clusters: The inner thighs, solar plexus, various points along the ribs, each temple, and each side of the neck away from the windpipe. His entire body seemed to vibrate so much that his features became hazy and hard to define. Both arms though, they weren’t even fully visible , just streaking lines of color moving at unreasonable speed. Knuckles hardened by too many battles and harsh training sessions drove forward to make contact with the semi-vital points on Lailah’s body. In the back of his mind Osiris knew that once he was done there would be nothing but splinters of the table underneath his victim. Jackhammers would be envious of the amount impacts he was generating. Each one was designed to constrict blood flow, or overload the nervous system. Now just go to sleep. The thought was smooth and calm. After the strange experience with the blood much of the rage he had built up had dispersed itself. It had created an odd sensation of separation which made the memories of earlier that day feel more distant. Hoping that the blows would simply knock the winged woman unconscious, Osiris quickly retrieved his sword. Leaning down he attempted to wrap an arm around the Lailah’s body and heave it over his shoulder. If she had managed to stay alert though, it would undoubtedly leave him open for attack. His confidence was higher than normal though considering he had not held back much and previous success. Striding back out of the hole he had created by throwing the winged woman through the wall, the Pallor Lord took a quick mental note of the place. He grunted softly and then seemed to keep leaving. Before getting across the bar though, he stopped in front of Zador. His completely mangled face still bleeding onto the floor as he slumped forward limply. Zar’rock’s sharp point was suddenly placed but a few inches away from the man’s face. The white blade gleamed and changed to a dark purple hue as energy poured out of it. As the bloody red flesh of the zealot’s face was saturated with this foreign energy, it began to heal at an accelerated pace. Within seconds parts of the muscles had reformed and a thin layer of scar tissue and new skin patched most of the area . . . though not completely. It would not put his face back together, but it would keep him from bleeding to death. With that Osiris turned his back on the tavern and the whole of the small Kekko village. It was not long before he was standing back in his ship’s medical ward. With some care he placed Lailah into a rejuvenation pod and closed it. With a gurgling noise the device filled with a thick green liquid that enhanced and in some cases completely overtook biological healing. With a sigh he layed himself out across an examination table and drifted off into a light sleep as he prepared for the inevitably long wait. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Actions 1-3/Stun Actions: Four Quick attacks eachs Actions 4: Healing Blade Tact Action: place Lailah on ship Ki used: 10% Total Used: 18% |
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| Lailah | Feb 23 2013, 01:33 AM Post #8 |
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Watching the man grimace at her after appearing to have tasted her blood was rather annoying. His answer to her question was oddly not satisfying. The woman was about to respond when her opponent began to strike. With each blow, the angel felt her body shake. There was nothing the celestial could do, for he was too quick for the woman to even move an inch. Each strike seared through her, causing pain on top of pain. Lailah couldn’t keep up with where all she had been hit, but it was enough to send her into shock. Nothing on her body responded to her brains commands anymore. The pain had become so overwhelming that the angel could not even scream. Darkness showed its ugly face around the sides of her eyes, telling the woman that he had won. Not… Not without a fight. Even thinking became difficult as she felt herself being lifted over the man’s shoulder, unable to respond. The woman fought to keep her eyes open, concentrating as hard as she could though her world was blurry. The last thing the winged woman saw before slipping into a painful sleep with the face of her opponent, burned into her memory as she drifted away… She dreamt of her summoning, but with the face of her opponent staring over her instead of the young ones. It was a nightmare the celestial seemed to be stuck in for what felt like almost forever. Luckily for her, her mind began to take to an awakened state again, also reawakening her senses. Her skin felt covered in some substance she had never felt before. It made her very uncomfortable, though the pain from her wounds no longer existed. Finally opening her eyes, the woman noticed she was in a tank, panicked, and pulled herself out. Looking herself over, she realized her injuries were healed. Her eyes then looked around the room. On the table in the room was her attacker, laying there sleeping. He healed me somehow… Why? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Action 1: Fall unconscious Action 2: Awakened in the medical room Total Ki used: 4% |
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