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Round 4 - Blaire vs. Taylor
Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 02:55 AM (970 Views)
Lord Bowie Feb 15 2010, 02:55 AM Post #1
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What is the difference between a duck?

 The match thread for the Round 4 fight listed above.
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Feb 15 2010, 10:33 AM Post #2
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 HA..HA..HA.HA..HAaHAHAHHAahahhaah.. good.. We’re finally awake now are we?

Groggily, Blaire forced open those eyes of hers, that horrendous voice entering her ear canal. With a moan, the Siberian Husky tried to lift herself into a standing position, only to find herself falling to her hands and knees. She blinked once to clear her eyes, the bleary fog of perplexity in her mind slowly lifting.

It was then that she realized that she was now on that field she and the other fighters had been shown via a demonic projector before they had blacked out. Now that she was actually on the battle arena, Blaire could now see that nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to be holding it up. There was not a single rope tied to either of those four corners, nor a pillar sticking out of them.

“If I didn’t see it with my own eyes…” the dog thought to herself, taking notice of the pale brown rope and rusted wire making up the field.

“…I’d never believe such a thing was possible. This arena seems to be keeping itself afloat! Of course, there’s always the possibility of Sadistic’s demonic powers at work here.”

The violet-furred canine once again tried to stand up, a much easier feat to accomplish now that she was in the clear in both mind and body. Oh she did sway from side to side for a moment as the woven terrazzo wobbled underneath her feet, but by shifting her weight a little, the husky managed to keep herself from falling down again.

Now it was time to locate her opponent. Scanning the vicinity, Blaire became aware of four things. One, her foe was that human known as Taylor, lying not all that far away from her. Two, the other two combatants, Auriel and Akashi, were on a battlefield so far away from her and Taylor that they looked like specks of dust lying on a carpet. Three, no matter which way the husky chanced to look, there was always a vast void to all sides of her; in front, behind, left, and right. And four, inside the void were the souls of fighters that had been detained in a dark dimension separate to this one.

“I guess those judges really don’t want us to escape. No matter. By the time this tournament is over, all of us fighters will be free.” Blaire mused in remark of the void surrounding the battle field.

There was a sharp hiss as the Oakland Resistance Division Agent pulled her Sapphire Blade from its scabbard.

“I’ll make sure of that,” she whispered, holding her saber close to her face. She then lowered the sword down, and went to work on switching on her Cryokinetic Bangle. With a gloved finger, Blaire pushed down on an ice blue button. The small screen in the middle lit up, a gauge beginning to rise to the full one hundred percent mark.

Lady and germs, I would like to present to you, The Tightrope Terror Zone.

“How very novel,” Blaire said with a monotonous tone of voice, gently caressing the blade of her saber.

It may seem rickety, but this match is one of my classics. I assure you that it’ll support your weight, but that’s about it.

“Oh, that makes me feel so much better now that I know I won’t have to worry all too much about falling off of it!” the Siberian Husky sarcastically remarked.

Now…it’s been awhile since I’ve taken it off the shelf, so I don’t remember specifics, but if I remember correctly…it’s not a big fan of sharp objects, and possibly even less a fan of elemental ability.

“Oh, then it’s gonna despise me. For I have access to both those things that it dislikes.”

…So I’m sure this arena will play to most all of your weaknesses, and should you wish to take a gamble, feel free to test your fate. BUT…your decisions are now more costly than ever.

“Oh? And how so?” Blaire calmly inquired, glancing at the podium behind the sinister hedgehog. The Siberian Husky watched as a quartet of spires rose from the plinth, the silhouettes of four figures merged into the dead centers.

One of whom looked very familiar to the young husky…

Mere seconds passed, before the silhouettes faded out of view, revealing those shapes for who they really were.

Blaire felt her breath catch in her throat, eyes widening in sheer panic. Her sword slipped out of her paw, bouncing once as in hit some of the ropes making up the flooring. For the first time since the tournament had begun, her calm exterior had broken, shattering like a glass window after a baseball had come barreling through it. And the reason for her distress? There, unconscious in the second pillar to the left, was a Siberian Husky not unlike herself.

This canine had a coat made of sky blue fur, with steel blue on his face, torso, and the tip of his tail. He was garbed in a simple brown vest and white shoes with green triangles near the heels.

“L-Lance!”

Yes, fused inside that spire was the dog of Blaire’s dreams, fellow O.R.D Agent Lance Trundalt.

This is what you get when you tick me off. As you can see, I’ve put those good ol’ mind reading abilities to good use. While you were asleep, we took the liberty of gathering this little friendly reunion. We know where to find them through you…and if we’re able to split and recombine you all at will…who’s to say this was so hard? Rest assured, their physical selves are all fine, sleeping back home, maybe overworked…who knows? But sometimes, sleeping loved ones never wake up again…

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far.” Blaire muttered with a growl in her voice as she picked up her sword. Her shock was gone, replaced by the sheer and utter abhorrence she had for the judges, Sadistic in particular.

“They want to destroy the lives of those we hold dearest to our hearts, do they? Well, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen!”

You wish to mock me…I’ll take you down a peg or two, because I just don’t care who I involve in this mess to make it work.

“’Mess’ is a good word to use,” the canine stated, narrowing her cobalt blue eyes at the white-furred hedgehog.

NOW you play for two, the life of yourself, and their lives.

“Oh, I’m playing for far more lives than two.”

As she listened to Sadistic talk, Blaire’s revulsion of him increased in droves. Now, even the sound of his voice left such a bitter taste in her mind. And she was going to make sure she would be able to keep her vow of saving the others, no matter what those judges did to her.

Well what are ya waiting for?? Lives hang in the balance here! Get to it!

“Gladly,” the purple-furred Siberian Husky muttered, glancing back at the spire in which her boyfriend was.

“Lance, my love,” she paused a moment.

“This is for you!”

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RabidChoco Feb 15 2010, 11:57 AM Post #3
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 Fused to the rightmost spire was a little girl who couldn't have been more than ten years old. "You sick son of a bitch," Taylor said as he averted his gaze from the child. Her golden curls, the cute little nightgown, her heart-shaped face... Taylor's rage exploded into his words. "YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH! HOW COULD YOU! THAT'S MY CHILD!" He wound down fairly quickly, falling to his hands and knees. "You twisted bastard. My daughter... My daughter..." He was still shaking as he got to his feet, faint wisps of smoke escaping from his tightly-clenched fists. "I... That... You've crossed the line." He turned to face Blaire, his face a mask of grief and sorrow. Pray that I die here, Sadistic, or your horrors will pale in comparison to what I'll do to you.
But what could he say to the one fighting for the love of her life? What could a shattered, if poor, father say in his defense?
"I'm sorry. But this is how it's got to be." Taylor couldn't bring his voice above a whisper.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Feb 15 2010, 03:12 PM Post #4
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 YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH! HOW COULD YOU! THAT’S MY CHILD!

At that cry of fury, Blaire took a step back, her paws raised to her chest. But her action was not caused by surprise, no, not at all. She understood the human’s rage completely. In fact, she was feeling some of that ire herself. The only difference between her and Taylor? She was keeping her words locked firmly away in her mind.

Not that such an act would matter, what which Sadistic’s ability to read minds and all. The canine may as well have come right out and said it;

“You’re threatening the life of a child? A child?! One that can’t be but a couple years older than I was when my home in the former Mobotropolis was destroyed during the coup d'état of 3234! Oh, that human is correct. That truly is sick! Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of this tournament. Because it’ll be your last! the canine thought, glaring right into the soulless eyes of the hedgehog.

“You say we’re monsters? Ha! I’ve killed before, and I’m not afraid to do so again, when I must. But I only slay to help make the world a better place. And, I only enjoy taking the lives of those with dark souls and black hearts. In other words, those of an evil nature. If I end up taking the life of this human who is my opponent-”

The violet-furred Mobian took a moment to glance back at Taylor, whom at that moment was now on his hands and knees, his body shaking a little as Blaire watched him started to rise to his feet. The dog caught sight of small tufts of smoke escaping from his fists. Normally, she would have wondered what that was about. However, as the human turned to face the canine, the Mobian averted her gaze to his eyes.

She could see the mournful look inside them, mixed with that of gloom. And as she loosened the grip on her sword hilt, Blaire let out a melancholy sigh.

“-I will truly regret it. He has a good heart, and taking his life away, even if just temporary…I am not going to enjoy this fight.”

The Siberian Husky continued to meet Taylor’s gaze, her own filled with great sadness. In a less-than-enthusiastic tone of voice, she asked; “Well? Are you ready for this?”

She took a step forward. As the sole of her right boot touched the woven flooring of the battlefield, she nearly lost her balance again. Holding her arms out to the sides, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent managed to keep herself standing.

“Because I know I’m sure not.”

(Bangle Charge: 10%)
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RabidChoco Feb 15 2010, 03:39 PM Post #5
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 Taylor nodded. "Damned if we do, damned if we don't." He lowered into a brawler's stance. "But I can't stand idly by while he threatens my little girl. You want to save your beau, you're gonna have to take me down the hard way." Then he jumped towards Blaire, moving to drive his elbow into her collarbone, all the while trying to stifle what was unmistakably a sob. I'm so sorry, Abby, Papa's so sorry...
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Feb 15 2010, 07:48 PM Post #6
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 But I can't stand idly by while he threatens my little girl.

Blaire gave a little nod in response to that, choking back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. “And I can’t just do nothing while my love’s life is in danger.”

You want to save your beau, you’re gonna have to take me down the hard way.

The dog chanced to glance at her saber, her reflection shining back at her through the metallic blue blade. She heaved a deep sigh before lifting her head back up to look at Taylor. “I know. And I shall try to be merciful. But even still, know that I will not receive any pleasure from this.”

All at once, the Siberian Husky caught sight of the human taking a flying leap towards her, one elbow forward. Acting quickly, Blaire jumped into the air, swinging her body backwards. She sailed in an arch for a moment, until her paws hit the woven terrazzo. However, as soon as her gloved fingers touched that hovering rug, it began to wobble slightly underneath her.

The purple-coated Mobian swayed every which way for a moment, trying to balance herself. However, her efforts were futile. Such a fact hit home when Blaire slammed toes first into the flooring, bouncing once before settling down again.

“Oh my,” the canine muttered, shaking her head as she lay sprawled on the battlefield.

“I guess a backhanded vault isn’t the best maneuver to use on an arena with unsteady flooring. But enough of that,” she said to herself as she shakily rose into a sitting position. She glanced back at the pillar that held her boyfriend. “I’ve got a battle to win. Lance, I promise you, I will win this and save you. You can count on me.”

This said, she tightened the grip on her sword hilt. Her eyes scanned the area until she had spotted Taylor. All at once, her ears twitched as the sound of Nail speaking registered in them.


Everyone! I’ve got the feeling that their loved ones suffered the same fate we did. They might be in here with us.

“Oh, I sure hope not,” Blaire said to herself, raising her eyes to the sky. “I’d hate to think about what could be happening to Lance in there. And didn’t Sadistic say that their physical forms were sleeping? Although, he did say ‘maybe’. Could it be…?”

She thought back to what the hedgehog had said before the match start. And one single word took priority over all the others in the pool of her mind;

Possibly.

Could it be that the Lance inside that spire was actually his physical form, while his disembodied spirit was wandering the Void? Blaire shook her head to clear away those thoughts. No! It couldn’t be. Impossible!

Or was it?

“Okay, get a hold of yourself Blaire. Focus on the match.” The canine averted her gaze back to Taylor, giving a little nod in his direction. She was ready. Now was the time to strike. Steeling her troubled nerves, the dog sprinted towards the human, brandishing her Sapphire Blade. In one fluid motion she swung that saber, hoping to catch Taylor in the torso.

(Bangle Charge: 20%)
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RabidChoco Feb 16 2010, 09:12 AM Post #7
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 Taylor, after his failed strike on Blaire, turned it into a rolling dive. He heard Nail faintly, saying something about their loved ones as he got back to his feet. Please, no. I can't bear to think my little girl's going through that.
Then he saw Blaire about to strike; he leaned and turned away, earning a gash across his leather coat and shirt, and followed up with driving the base of his palm into the back of her head. Taking stock of himself immediately after that, he realized the husky had landed a shallow cut across his chest, sloping down from his right. Damn. Why did I have to fight unarmed? Then he saw the gash in the "platform" opposite his position on Blaire's path. This isn't going to last long, one way or another.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Feb 16 2010, 01:06 PM Post #8
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 Had Blaire seen that hand heading for her, it would have been that much easier to dodge. All she would’ve had to do was twist her sword around so that it blocked the attack. Such an action would have left the husky’s head safe and Taylor with a possible cut on his palm.

But as fate would have it, the dog did not notice that hand coming towards her. But she sure felt it. The base of the palm smacked straight into the back of her skull, a wave of pain rushing though her cranium. The strike had force, but providentially for Blaire, it did not have enough to render her unconscious.

It did, however, have enough power to push the violet-furred Mobian to the arena floor. With one small yelp of pain as the hand connected with her head, Blaire slammed onto that entwined terrazzo, the leathery portion of her nose hitting a rusty wire, hard. But that wasn’t the only thing that had happened when the canine hit the floor.

During her descent, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent had managed to keep a hold on her Sapphire Blade. As she fell, however, the cutting edge of that metallic blue blade just so happened to be face downwards.

Slash!

Like a cook dicing some vegetables to use in a nourishing stew, that saber clove through a good four or five ropes. Out of the corner of her right eye, Blaire could see the newly cut, thin hole in the floating carpet that was the arena as she rose into a standing position.

“Whoa, it didn’t take much to cut through those ropes,” the canine said to herself. “I definitely wasn’t trying. Better be careful what I do. If I cut a large enough hole in this battlefield, I may end up with those down there.”

Quickly, she located Taylor, standing not too far from her. This time, however, she had a different series of plans this time. Instead of coming to the human, she would let the human come to her. Then, if things worked out the way she wanted to, Blaire would then counter with an Uppercut slash.

“However, there is his gun to worry about…

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RabidChoco Feb 17 2010, 09:18 PM Post #9
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 Taylor could tell that Blaire wasn't charging him immediately after her recovery from his blow. Great, now she's waiting for me to make the first move. Might as well. I'm gonna hate myself for this one. He started running towards Blaire again, fists clenched and suddenly alight, and he moved to get the husky in the side of her face with the back of his hand.
Or not.
The charge was real enough. However, he wasn't charging her headlong as it seemed. Taylor was actually going to charge past her, to her left. He was projecting a mirage making it look like he was coming head-on, and would, if Blaire didn't pick up on the optical fakeout, get the husky in the small of her back with a flaming backhanded strike. The subtle decay of the arena where Taylor was actually stepping might have tipped her off.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Feb 18 2010, 07:50 PM Post #10
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 Of all the things Blaire had encountered and had experience with over the course of her career, optical illusions were not one of them. Thus, when that mirage of the human that was the husky’s foe came head-on towards her, the clenched fists ablaze, she didn’t think it was at all fake. No, in her mind, that was the real Taylor.

And that faint corroding of that ropes where her opponent was actually stepping? Though barely, Blaire did notice this, prompting her to wonder just why the deterioration was taking place besides Taylor and not behind the human’s feet.

“Now that, I will admit, is very odd. Why on Mobius would bits of the battlefield decay besides him?” the canine mused to herself. The whole science of it baffled her, until her corneas reregistered the sight of those flaming hands. Through the use of neurons, synapses, and other areas of her brain, the Siberian Husky managed to construct a sensible, yet incorrect, conjecture.

“It seems as if this human is a pyrokinetic.” By this time, the illusion of Taylor was upon her. Through use of suppleness and dexterity, Blaire twisted her body around, and easily dodged the strike.

Or so she thought.

An oscillation of red-hot pain coursed through the Siberian Husky’s body, much of it radiating from the small of her back. With a yelp, the violet-coated canine dropped to her hands and knees, the arena floor heaving underneath her weight.

“How nice,” the dog muttered mordantly, her teeth tightly clenched. “My opponent knows flame-based abilities. My greatest weakness.”

“This battle is going to be tougher than I expected,” Blaire said out loud, pointing her saber at her opponent.

“You’re a worthy challenger, I’ll give ya that. However, there can only be one winner! And I’m afraid, as much as it pains me to do what I’m about to, that’s going to be me!”

The husky raised that sword up above head, running towards Taylor. Instead of attempting to strike the human himself, however, she targeted the ropes in front of him. With a flick of her wrist, the blue blade carved through several of those woven fibers. If Taylor should come after her again, he’d have to risk falling through a hole in the field.

“And there’s plenty more where that came from!” the dog shouted, moving to another side of her foe. Her plan was simple; cut a large square around where Taylor was standing. If the human did not get out before she was, as she estimated it, three quarters of the way done, he'd end up falling into the abyss.

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RabidChoco Feb 19 2010, 08:29 PM Post #11
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 "AND CONDEMN MY GIRL!?" Taylor yelled, moving for a hasty kick to Blaire's head as she prepared for her next cut. If he failed to connect, he'd go into a backwards roll past where she was about to cut the mat. It looked pretty damn obvious to Taylor. After the attempt, for good or ill, he would say, "Even if the military fox is right, what's to say she'd survive what our hosts have in store? Dammit..."
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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 AND CONDEMN MY GIRL!?

That cry beat against Blaire’s eardrums, as if it was some sort of stick that came with the set. The canine slapped her gloved-covered paws over her ears, cringing a little at that shout.

“Okay, I understand where you’re coming from. But I promise you, if I end up winning this tournament, I’ll find a way to save your daughter. And everyone else that has been-“

Like a chainsaw through a tree trunk, something cut off the Siberian Husky’s words. And that something was a kick that connected with the dog’s nose. It wasn’t a very powerful maneuver, and hastily done at that. But it did take Blaire by surprise, prompting her to back up a few feet as she rubbed her sore snout.

“I see he’s trying to do all he can to keep me from winning. Well, I don’t blame him. But I don’t know his true intentions. Yes, I believe one-hundred percent that he’ll try and save his daughter. But what of the others? Will he risk his life to save everyone else that has been captured? That’s what I’m wondering.”

The dog glanced towards the human, prepared to dodge should he attack again. What would it be this time, she mused. Another pyrokinetic maneuver? She doubted she could take many of those. A punch to the stomach? That should be pretty easy to dodge if she caught it soon enough. Would he finally use his gun and try to feed her a lead sandwich? She could always use her sword to deflect the bullet, like she had done in her battle with Blader.

She shook her head. “It will be of no use for me to just stand around, waiting for that human to make the first move. That’s the mistake I made that led me to getting hit by that fire attack. If I’m going to win, I’ll have to be careful of those.”

The violet-furred Mobian allowed herself a deep breath. She tightened the grip she had on the hilt of her Sapphire Blade, the cutting edge of the sword brushing ever so slight against her trench coat.

“Let’s see how I likes when I try a little trick that has brought me many wins; the Crescent Slash!”

That dog rushed the human, that floating rug of an arena dipping underneath her weight. Fortunately, with the short distance she had to go, she managed to keep herself upright. And just as soon as she was upon Taylor, Blaire worked on getting her sword in a position where she would be able to carve a semi-circle somewhere on his body.

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RabidChoco Feb 20 2010, 10:06 AM Post #13
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 She means well, but who's to say there'll be anything left of Abby to save? Taylor asked himself.
And the husky was on a direct offensive again. Taylor was now second-guessing whether that was a good thing, since he'd probably have to take another slash across the chest if he was going to connect with his fists again. Blood still slowly oozed from the one wound he had received from Blaire. His leather coat felt heavier than usual, and his head lighter. All of a sudden he had an idea that could lead to an opening for a more substantial attack. He shrugged his arm out of the coat's sleeve on the side Blaire was about to begin her strike and spun in place, the jacket billowing out, and if he pulled it off, catching Blaire's sword long enough to throw off the strike before being rent. The sword's momentum would finish removing the jacket. After that, Taylor would follow up that unorthodox block with a left jab, then a right cross, and if the cross punch didn't get blocked, a left-handed fire-charged haymaker punch.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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 Seeing Taylor begin to cast off his sleeve, Blaire raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Now why on Mobius would he do that?” the dog asked herself. Deciding that she would try and figure that out later, the canine thrust her saber towards her opponent’s back.

It was at just that moment when Taylor started to spin, that jacket sleeve flapping around thanks to the momentum the human created. The first phase of his attack worked like a charm-instead of his back, that sword tip dug into the sleeve.

“Okay…” Blaire muttered, pulling her sword free, and taking the human’s coat off in the process, thereby completing stage two of her foe’s plan.

With a flick of her wrist, the Siberian Husky flung that set of clothing off her saber. The jacket hovered in the air for but a brief moment, before settling down to the ground.

“Impressive maneuver,” the canine said, a smirk on her muzzle. She narrowed her eyes at Taylor.

"But he’s limited to the amount of times he can do that in succession.”

Feeling rather confident in her abilities at that moment in time, Blaire swung her sword with all the strength she could muster. But instead of slicing through soft flesh, the flat part of the sword’s blade was blocked by right jab. The force of the punch so strong, it sent vibrations coursing through the sword, as well as the body of the purple-furred dog herself.

“Whoa boy,” the Oakland Resistance Division Agent stated, placing a paw up to her head, an annoyed look on her visage.

It hit her head on, that right cross did, all because she had let her guard down for a moment. The attack caught her in the left side of the head, rattling her skull. Blaire slapped a paw over a bruised ear, blood slipping in-between her fingers.

“I would just like to take this moment to say-“the cold weather canine’s eyes widened when she saw what came towards her next. A flaming punch. Acting quickly, the dog twisted he body to the side, hoping she’d be able to avoid the attack. While she did manage to dodge the brunt of the punch, it still brushed against her shoulder.

The smell of scorched fur filled her nostrils as red-hot pain shot through Blaire’s arm. Even though she had managed to evade much of the attack, the fact that she was a cryokinetic Siberian Husky meant that she was weaker than most than pyrokinetic powers.

The dog glanced down at the bangle around her left wrist. The gauge was now yellow, meaning it was close to being fully charged, but still rather far. She let out a deep, prolonged sigh.

“I hope I survive this match. For Lance’s sake…”

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RabidChoco Feb 21 2010, 08:53 AM Post #15
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 Taylor was going to have to keep moving. His greatest edge against Blaire would wreak havoc with the arena, but he couldn't afford to give ground. But as the realization of why his fire magics gave him such an edge against the husky sank in, he cursed aloud. Again. Is she an ice-user? She could shut me down long enough to stick me with her sword. But... why hasn't she done it yet? Alright, no more fancy crap; just hit hard, fast, and often. Taylor's left hand would blur beneath the flames as he simultaneously drew his gun with his right hand and punched with his left. Although, as he did so, he was positioned awkwardly so that if he missed, he'd fall onto the decaying mat.
Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
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