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| Flaming Highway; Samuel Belouisson ~ Aurora Lunetane | |
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| L Dragon | May 10 2012, 02:55 PM Post #1 |
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Several female No Datas walked into the lobby. They were coated in a red color, a dark color. Each one had a fairly large key in their hand. The key was silver, yet it sparkled every so often. Each female No Data spoke out different names, pairing them up as they beckoned for the chosen fighters to follow them. "Samuel Belouisson and Aurora Lunetane, please follow me." One of them spoke out. As she spoke, she moved towards the center of lobby while the other No Datas would waited in a circle. As she lead Samuel and Aurora to the center of the Lobby, she simply stared at them with her mirror like helmet, reflecting only their appearance as they would look upon her. Soon, a bright light shot down from the very high ceiling. It started to expand and engulf the three of them. The light would be nearly blinding, yet the blindness would only last for a second as they arrived in hallway of some kind. The walls were surging with green and blue digital wires. They were all leading towards one location, an odd looking door. The door was outlined with a glowing light, yet no door nods or handles could be seen. The female No Data walked to the door and inserted the key. The door rippled like water, and proceeded to as she turned the key. A loud unlocking sound was heard, to which the door instantly slid open to reveal their fighting arena... It was a highway, but not like any you'd want to find yourself on. The highway had four lanes, the lanes big enough to fit two 18 wheelers easily. It was most likely the biggest highway they've ever seen, not to mention that it was the biggest arena out of the eight stages. The highway itself ended at both ends. It appears that the highway was broken off at both ends, leaving them stuck on this elevated highway. What would be most noticeable is the blazing and roaring fires that surpassed the highway itself in height. The flames would seem unnatural as they mocked and screeched on their own, waving about wildly as if waiting for something to fall off the high so it may consume and burn it to nothingness. This was another factor, the highway had no guardrails, which means falling off could prove to be easy. Other than the fire blazing all around them, burnt cars and vehicles of many shapes could be seen. As well, large crates seemed to be scattered about as well. It would seem that whatever happened to this place happened in the middle of the highway, which is where they were currently. A large circular scorched mark can be seen, to which the mayhem and chaos seems to progress the further you get away from the center of the highway. These vehicles contained something though. Melee weapons of many sorts. Finding them would be the key, or simply breaking into the vehicles would do. As for the big crates, vehicles of unknown origin, mostly mechs equipped with large melee weapons. The mechs aren't fast moving however. That matters not though, as no one will be able to start up the vehicles without a key of some sort. It was night time, the moon shining brightly as the stars in the sky shined. Yet that didn't matter, the unnatural flames seemed to be giving off enough light to see from space. The weapons in the smaller crates aren't battle ready, which means only the point of each weapon is sharp, yet the blades themselves wouldn't be able to cut so easily. As well, these weapons seemed to be forged out of some cheap materiel. The most they'll last is about two to four hits or blocks. After that, expect said weapon to shatter. Disregarding the many cars and large boxes scattered about, this highway still had a lot of room for battling. Yet at the same time, it provided the fighters with a lot of cover as well, the further you get away from the center that is. "Good luck..." The female No Data states, and suddenly the hallway they were in vanished with her in it, leaving Samuel and Aurora alone in this place. "Samuel, once you stand on the opposite side of the scorched circle, I'll begin the count down, in which you may start your battle." A female robotic tells them as her voice echoed throughout the highway. Once Samuel would place herself there, she would start the fight. "3... 2... 1... Fight" (You both may start your match, good luck) |
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May 10 2012, 08:50 PM Post #2 |
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Samuel Belouisson and Aurora Lunetane, please follow me. ‘Surprised’ did not even begin to describe the sort of sensation that roiled through Aurora’s body upon hearing who her opponent was. The young Timber Wolf glanced back at the armadillo in question, wondering what he thought of this uncanny chain of events. “Okay, so Blaire fought Samuel’s Captain in the final round of the last tournament. And in this competition, we have me going head-to-head with him in the first round.” As she followed the red female No Data, she looked up as if seeking answers from the heavens themselves. “Is this what they mean by ‘coming full circle’? No, that implies something else. Then what idiom could apply to this situation? And is that beam of light coming right for us?” Indeed a thin ray of illumination came down towards the trio, gently touching the floor a few inches from Aurora’s left sneaker. The beam soon grew in width, until it obscured all three of them. The Timber Wolf didn’t get a chance to shut her eyes in time, and as a result, the intensity of the light around them blinded her. “I do hope this is temporary. I do better in battle when I can rely equally on all my senses.” Thankfully, after several seconds of blinking and rubbing her eyes, the pastel blue-furred Mobian’s sight returned, though colorful spots now floated before her. Through the blotches, she could see that they were in a hallway, heading to a rather peculiar door. Still feeling the effects of being temporarily blinded, the canine instinctively closed her eyes at just a glimpse of the glowing light that contoured to the shape the door – she did, however, manage to see the lack of a knob on the surface. Aurora’s ears twitched at what sounded like someone unlocking the door; now that she thought about it, she recalled the keys that each of the red No Datas had in their possession. It was possible that their escort was using her key to unlock the door before them, somehow. Magical properties, perhaps? It seemed like a logical explanation to the wolf. When she opened her eyes again, those light blue irises were quickly filled with the reflection of fire. Before them stood a rather wide highway, though it certainly wasn’t long enough for the fleet-footed freedom fighter’s liking; in fact, it wasn’t even half a mile! Still, it was all she had to work with. “May as well make the best of what I’ve got,” she thought, an optimistic smile lighting up her face. The grin didn’t last long however, as the canine took a second look at the arena. The first thing she noticed about the highway was what she had initially seen – the blazing conflagration that was positioned erratically all around them. Unlike ‘natural’ fire, this inferno almost seemed to have sentience. For it seem beckon those foolish enough to come closer with the feral way it waved…and was that…screeching coming from the embers? Aurora shook her head in disbelief. “Oh yeah, this is definitely not your run-of-the-mill fighting tournament. And I wonder what they have in those crates,” the young Oakland Resistance Division Agent thought upon seeing the many crates scattered about, along with quite a few burnt vehicles, wisps of smoke still trailing from them, climbing into the sky. Speaking of such, the Mobian could not keep another smile from appearing on her face as she beheld the moon and the stars above. Night was her favorite time of day – it was hard not to appreciate the sheer beauty of the bright astral bodies against a black background after all. “Well, there’s one good thing about this battlefield,” the canine mused, the combined light from the moon and the fire casting her dancing shadow against the wooden surface of a crate. Good luck… Yes, luck. The Timber Wolf would need quite a bit of that if she was going to survive this whole ordeal. Samuel, once you stand on the opposite side of the scorched circle, I’ll begin the countdown, in which you may start your battle. Aurora looked down. Sure enough, there was a rather large circular marking on the asphalt that could only have come from prolonged exposure to fire. As she waited for her opponent to take his place on the battlefield, the canine kept up her smile, hands clasped behind her back. She figured she may as well start the fight off on a good note, even if would not end that way. “I’d just like to tell you that I do not plan on going easy on you. So I hope you came prepared for a challenge.” 3…2…1…Fight “And now it begins.” |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | May 11 2012, 01:44 AM Post #3 |
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The female No Datas called his name, and Samuel leered, his breath escaping his teeth in a snarl. At last, the game begins. As the timber wolf next to him spared a surprised glance at him, Samuel turned to face her directly, his head cocked to the side. "Well, Miss, seems prophetic; the time spoken of is now upon us. Shall we go answer destiny's command?" As he followed the female No Data, a light presently shone above them, descending like a cylinder of self-contained illumination, covering the herald and the two combatants and drowning out the sight of all else outside that glimmering radiance. And then the radiance was gone, replaced by a green corridor, marked with bizarre lights and modern contraptions. The trio began to walk once more, and Samuel decided to take this moment to pray. As he walked, his hands met in front of his chest in a namaste. His chin touched his brigantine leather cuirass and his eyes stared forward intently, into the distance. "Aurora, Goddess of the Dawn, hear me. Hear me, for I am dead. I am dead, for I march to battle. I march, for I wish for life. I wish to live, for I am sworn to fight. I fight, for I desire victory. With your aid, my victory will give me life." Samuel looked up as the door at the end of the corridor cycled open to reveal Hell... just as he'd always imagined it. Fire was everywhere, and from that fire issued the cacophony of the damned, wailing and screeching. A quick glace about him revealed several dozen crates and immolated vehicles. Ah. Lots of cover if needed. Perhaps, the only space available would be when the two were locked in mortal combat. The moon was out, and it was a cloudless sky, but their ethereal light waned in comparison to the terrestrial fury licking at them from the bowels of the earth. Samuel's eyes widened savagely, and he threw his arms wide as he took in the ethereal spectacle. "Oh, YES! A war like no other! Good tidings, Miss!" He turned to face her, a wildness in his gaze and a madness in his smile. The only light from the fires about them deepened the natural wrinkles in his face, as though he might have owned residential property somewhere in the arena.
The No Data, and the hallway in which she stood disappeared, and Samuel turned to look about him. Having taken a moment to look once more at his surroundings, he strode calmly, slowly, to part of the circle opposite from Aurora.
Samuel ceased his stride, listening impassively to the timber wolf's showmanship. Admirable... but Samuel had learned a long time ago that honor was for the mead halls, after the flotsam and jetsam of war was faded into near memory and washed away with drunken stupor. As much as he respected his commander, Auriel was a Knight; the better half of the Royal Knights of the Phalanx. Soldiers like Auriel were the public face of the order; chivalrous, upright, and noble. It was up to men like Samuel to wade into the muck, and he had no illusions about the tasks undertaken by the Sergeants. Samuel spun on the balls of his feet, raising one knee into the air; as he was almost facing Aurora, he brought his leg down in a stomp. "Jeg kalder til morgen!" Completing the smooth, single motion, he crouched low, elbows thrust back, hands half clenched and clawing at the air. His words were a roar, and as he screamed, his face twisted in raw, undulating fury. His adrenaline began to surge. Vær forberedt!" With each syllable, Samuel's sinew bulged, and his frame shook. Vær forberedt! Til krig!" At the utterance of 'krig,' Samuel brought his arms together, his shields thrice impacting into each other like the clash of swords. At the third impact, Samuel thrust one arm forward, his hand still in that same half clenched position, toward Aurora. The Color Sergeant snarled, murder in his white-rimmed eyes. "Jeg kommer til dit liv! At spilde det er at genoprette min!" With this next set, Samuel began to punctuate every other syllable with a fist strike to the thighs of his bent legs. With every third strike, he held up his hands in that familiar, half-clenched form as a refrain, before resuming his eerie drumming. "I fjendens død, er der liv! I fjendens død, er der liv! Jeg er søn af de nordlige lande, kommer til at gøre en blodig opgør!" With this last set, Samuel began alternating strikes with his hand against his armored elbows; twice on one elbow before striking twice on the other. A disembodied voice began counting down. 3... "Her kommer jeg! Her kommer jeg!" 2... "Her kommer jeg til at gøre en blodig opgør!" 1... At last, Samuel hopped up from his low crouch to stand with his legs only slightly bent. His hop had pivoted him to the side, and as Samuel looked just over his shoulder pauldron at Aurora, he raised his hand to point at her. "DIE!" ...Fight. And Samuel charged, adding his own scream to the shrieks of their environment as he broke into a full sprint toward the timber wolf. ((Sorry I don't speak danish so I had to rely on google translate. I feel horrible about it, but it ought to be enough. Also, edited for continuity to the OP and capital letters.)) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, May 14 2012, 10:54 PM.
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May 11 2012, 09:02 PM Post #4 |
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DIE! “This guy is mad.” That was the first thought that surfaced from the pool of Aurora’s mind when she heard Samuel yell out that word. The Mobian didn’t know a lick of Danish, so she couldn’t comprehend much what the armadillo was shouting – she did, however, understand that word very well…. And from that single remark, coupled by the feral behavior he had been displaying ever since they stepped into the arena, the wolf came to a conclusion about her foe; “He’s mad enough to kill me.” As she watched Samuel sprint towards her, Aurora dropped down into the same type of position runners would often get into prior to the start of a race. The O.R.D. Agent continued to stare at the armadillo, waiting for him to get closer. She leaned forward in her stance, muscles tightening as she placed all her weight on her arms. Just a little closer… “And if I don’t play my cards right, he probably will.” The canine leaned back for a brief second, before shooting off like a bullet from a gun. Instead of running right to her foe, however, Aurora veered to the right, her body a pastel blue blur. The Timber Wolf dashed over to what had once been a beautiful red car and deftly leapt on top of it. The blackened metal creaked and whined with the weight that had been added to it, curving inward. Being as fast as all those cars once had been could be very advantageous in a situation such as this. The young Mobian smiled to herself as she looked back at Samuel. She had employed that maneuver in many a fight. The concept was simple; Aurora would wait patiently while her foe ran towards her and at the last moment she would rocket off to the side. Oftentimes, this would conclude with her opponent tripping over their own feet and falling flat on her face from the loss of balance. If this were to happen to Samuel, not only would it be slightly amusing, but if he was disoriented from the action, it would give the freedom fighter a better chance to hit him with her next tactic. From the belt looped around her waist, Aurora produced a boomerang. The wood had been sanded to a smooth finished and painted light lavender. As well, it had been covered with a lacquer coating that gave a well- polished sheen to it. The thing that set her weapon apart from other boomerangs was the endpoints. Wrapped around either of them was a piece of metal that was sharp enough to slit someone’s throat. And whether it would come to that in this, or any future matches remained to be seen. For now though, a simple toss would be enough. The scent of burnt metal filling her nostrils, the Timber Wolf held her boomerang in a cradle grip, and raised it over her head. All the while, she took aim at Samuel, hoping to catch him in-between a gap in his chain mail. After all, even as heavily armored as he was – and the canine was also taking in account for the natural protection of his species as well – that didn’t mean there wasn’t some weakness she could exploit. With a sharp flick of her wrist, Aurora let fly her weapon. (Edited for grammatical and sentence inconsistencies) Edited by HollyYoshi, May 11 2012, 09:17 PM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | May 14 2012, 10:48 PM Post #5 |
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Adrenaline thundered in Samuel's veins, his mind pushed into a state of hyper-awareness and riding high on wave of personal euphoria. He lived for this moment, in the flash of will, skill and steel. To him, this was the true test, the ultimate validation for the right to life. All the training, all the grit and all the endless delays, waiting for the stroke of a nobleman's pen to send him screaming into battle... this is what he lived for. Only at the precipice of death did he feel so alive. His transition to this point wasn't easy. His first kill had stunned him, but training and discipline kept him in the fight. 'Now you know,' his first commander had cryptically said, all those long years ago. There were many in his unit who hated him for that, but Samuel had meditated upon the event for many days before arriving at a simple conclusion: everyone dies eventually. It was in war that the soldier chose the way he should pass on. Sure, many might attempt to choose the way in which they die, but only in battle was one's manner of death assured. In this way, the soldier was fortunate. Armed with this knowledge, Samuel threw himself into the following battles with reckless abandon. As the years passed, the discomfort in watching his opponent's life ebb away into the void was replaced by a distant numbness. He didn't even have to look anymore to feel them fade away. He had begun to feel death merely be being present. His commander at the time remarked that if he wasn't wearing a soldier's armor, then he would have to be locked up himself. Not that Samuel was without scruples. He knew that there was a time and place for everything, and specifically, he knew his place. To stray meant that he was in danger of losing the ability to choose the manner of his own demise. Granted, there were many through the years who tested his patience, but Samuel was made of sterner stuff than that. No mere whelp would ever endanger his determination to control his destiny. It was this self-determination that now powered Samuel toward Aurora in righteous, glorious fury. All that rage was reflected in his eyes, but his mouth was frozen in the rictus of an open-mouthed smile as he screamed through his teeth. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" Aurora had crouched in a sprinter's stance as the distance between them closed rather quickly. Samuel thought this was extremely amusing, and this reflected upon his demeanor, altering his voice. "--AAAAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEH! HEEEHEHEHEHE--!" Samuel opened his arms wide, ready to tackle, fingers splayed wide... and then Aurora was gone. To be precise, not exactly gone. One moment she was there, her own smile curling on her muzzle, and the next, she was speeding away, swift as a cannon shot. It was impressive, really. Reminded him of an old friend... "WOAH, WOEWOEWOE--" Samuel leaned back, arms pinwheeling to keep his balance while he slowed down from his sprint. Head on a swivel, Samuel scanned the highway platform for his quarry. She couldn't have gotten far. Perhaps she was hiding... that slip of a girl was scarcely wearing anything that could resemble armor, if at all. No visible weapons either. It was surprising to think that she could even hope to... oh. There she was. Striking a pose, was she? What could she possibly be-- In his peripheral vision, a glint of light reflected off metallic steel, and his eyes flickered in that direction to behold a miniature whirling dervish of steel, slicing through the air toward him. Out of reflex, he simultaneously turned away from the projectile, presenting the concave surface of his helmet while bring up his arm to shield himself further. With a loud CLANG, the object connected with his head with a respectable degree of force, and he stomped down and outward with his opposite leg to re-balance himself from the impact. The kinetic force of the impact itself dispersed into his helmet, the chainmail coif, and the thin cloth padding underneath, and Samuel raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "What in Aurora's name..." he muttered under his breath. Raising his other shield in his combatant's direction, he spared a glance down at the thing she threw at him, less than an arm's length away from his boot. It was a considerable size, V-shaped and metal. It seemed that the outer border of the thing was sharpened. "Oho!" Grinning once more, Samuel lunged for the projectile. He thought he was familiar with the device, but only in second hand stories. Considering how fast Aurora was, there was no doubt she could recover the weapon, but whether or not she could was inconsequential. She could buzz around all she liked, but he would catch her sooner or later. And when he did... but what was important now was this sharpened thing next to him. It looked sharpened, and anything sharp meant 'WEAPON' in Samuel's book. ((edited a capital where there shouldn't have been. also, proof reading! must stop writing when I'm tired!)) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, May 15 2012, 11:54 AM.
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May 18 2012, 07:16 AM Post #6 |
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“Ha! Not bad, if I do say so myself,” Aurora thought to herself, a wide grin plastered on her pink-furred muzzle. Her boomerang didn’t cut through anything like the wolf had wanted it to, but at least it had hit her opponent; and the impact made the armadillo briefly loose his equilibrium as well. The whole spectacle, from Samuel’s surprise at her show of speed, to the canine’s weapon striking the armored Mobian in the head, was quite entertaining to Aurora. And it was about to get even more fun. Oho! Aurora took careful note of the grin that had materialized on Samuel’s visage as he reached for her boomerang. The wolf flashed a smile of her own, not even trying to get her own weapon. No, her strategy was simple; she’d let her foe try and throw the boomerang at her. However, she’d be standing atop a large vehicle, to present herself as a ‘valuable target’ of sorts, and when the deadly projectile flew, she’d jump behind, grabbing the boomerang in the process. And if she were to miss? It was a boomerang – it would come back and she’d get another chance at catching it. And since it would be coming in closer to the ground, there would be a good chance of it hitting the side of the vehicle where Aurora would be hiding. Either way, everything would be in her favor and Samuel would be at a loss. As for the reason why the Timber Wolf would employ that method of getting back her weapon instead of running up and trying to pry it from her adversary’s paws, it was to purposely get him aggravated. The signs were all there; the savage look in his eyes when he saw the arena. The bizarre way he had composed himself before the start of the match. The mad cackle that had erupted from his throat as he ran towards her. They were signs of someone who, as far as Aurora could tell, had a screw loose, rattling around inside their head. If that truly was the case, Samuel most likely would have been able to become frustrated rather easily. And experience had taught Aurora that aggravated opponents tend to be the ones that go down in defeat quicker than those that remained calm and collected. The pastel blue Mobian looked around the battlefield, trying to find a vehicle large enough for her plan. Her bright blue eyes shifted from side to side, catching the sight of Samuel, large wooden crates, raging fires… And the absolute, perfect vehicle for her ploy! Sitting in the northern area of the arena, miniscule embers licking the asphalt a few feet away, was a very large, eighteen-wheeled semi-truck. The tractor unit at the front was primarily a dark blue color, with jet black scorch marks splotched about. The cargo trailer was still attached, a metallic white with its own set of burn marks. The back tires on the left side of the trailer had been burned off – all that remained were a couple of hubcaps that seemed to be in the limbo between fully solid and slag metal. As a result, that part of the truck leaned slightly. However, that didn’t bother Aurora much. In fact, the incline would make it easier for her to get on top of the vehicle. Not only that, but there was a black car almost right against the nadir of the slope, giving the Mobian a platform to jump off of, so she could get on the semi. The wolf’s smile grew, and her eyes brightened with excitement as soon as she laid eyes on the truck. “Yes! This is perfect!” Without wasting another moment, the O.R.D. Agent jumped off the car and sprinted towards the vehicle. She looked over her shoulder to see if Samuel was following her. She hoped that the armadillo would take the bait and do so, despite the fact that he wouldn’t easily be able to catch her. Just so long as he’d put some distance between the two of them, for she wanted him to throw the boomerang not use the ends to stab her with it. “Whoa!” When Aurora looked forward again she found herself facing a wall of fire, the red-orange flames looming over her like a baleful demon. Alarm present in her eyes, the wolf veered off to the side, barely avoiding engulfing herself in the blaze. Soon enough, the heat from the fire began to fade away, allowing the wolf to focus better on her current mission. Just ahead, she could see the black car, wisps smoke still smoldering from a few areas. She thought about looking back again to see where her opponent was in relation to herself, only to remember what had happened the last time she had ‘taken her eyes off the road’. The last thing she needed right now were painful burns covering her body. “Here goes nothing!” Her legs like springs, Aurora jumped onto the car. The metal had become soft and malleable as a result of the fire that must have burned atop it rather recently. It bended underneath the soles of the Mobian’s sneakers, yet it had remained solid enough to hold the pastel blue-furred wolf’s weight. Aurora bent her legs at the knee, preparing to get onto the cargo trailer of the semi-truck. She jumped up, looking back down and seeking her opponent. When she saw him, she gave him a wave that said ‘you know you want to throw that boomerang at me. So why don’t you?’ As she turned her head so she was looking forward again, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent saw a small black mark towards the center of the trailer roof, the radius about the size of one of her legs. Aurora thought nothing of it. After all, a little scorch mark wouldn’t hurt anything. She soon landed on top of the roof… Crunch! All of a sudden, Aurora found herself falling forward. She thrust her arms out to the side, leaning them up and down like see-saws to reclaim her wayward balance. A sharp pain crawled up her right ankle, feeling like something was clamping down on it. After a few seconds, she managed to regain her poise, giving a sigh of both relief and embarrassment. “Don’t want to do that again,” Aurora whispered to herself, shaking her head. “Way too humiliating.” The pain hadn’t gone away, however, and it still felt like something was pressing up around her ankle. Not only that, but to the wolf felt as if she was still of balance, what with the way she found herself leaning slightly to the right. Both curiosity and worry etched on her face, Aurora cast her eyes downward. As soon as she realized what was going on, a small gasp of fright escaped her lips. She was trapped. (OCC: Argh....this was not supposed to be this long.... >_> ) |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | May 30 2012, 12:06 AM Post #7 |
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Samuel's fingers closed around the boomerang, and he ducked into a roll to bleed off the speed he invested into the mad grab. His roll terminated as he impacted a burnt out carcass of a four wheeled vehicle, but in an instant, he pushed himself to his feet with a violent jerk with his arms, launching himself to his feet. His legs bent and he jumped into the air, grasping the boomerang in both hands. "MINE! HAHAHA!" His reveling in his new acquisition ceased as abruptly as it had begun, and sparing a glance at Aurora -- who was heading toward an even larger vehicle than he was next to (the things they come up with these days, I swear!). Samuel harrumphed as he turned the boomerang over in his hands. 'Regrouping. Ok, great, do that.' With Aurora summarily occupied, Samuel turned his attention to the weapon that Aurora had thrown at him (keeping Aurora's antics in his peripheral for good measure). It was bizarrely constructed; one would wonder how it had the capability to fly, but it had struck him, so it flew well enough. But how was another matter entirely. He turned the boomerang over in his hands, eyebrows furrowed and a contemplative frown on his lips. On the outer part of the vee-shaped throwing projectile, he noticed a thickening on one side which tapered down into a much thinner part of the inside. It was peculiar... She had to have thrown it at him, obviously, but she hadn't thrown it at him directly. It had somehow curved at him from a very wide angle to hit him. Samuel knew of the method to throwing a curveball, but this was something else. Perhaps the shape of the weapon and the tapering down of the weapon's thickness lent it its flight capability. ...Who knows. All he knew for sure is that he lacked the know-how to use this thing correctly. On the other hand.... the sharp edges were quite sharp, and it had sufficient weight for him to believe that it wouldn't break so easily. Samuel turned his head ever so slightly in Aurora's direction, smirking. That sounded like surprise! And sure enough, she was dodging away from a plume of fire. Sure, this was probably some combat fantasy, but damn if this place couldn't bite you in the arse if something got too completely screwed. She quickly recovered, jumping onto the huge multi-wheeled thing. It bent alarmingly under her weight, but it held up, and as she stood astride the enormous thing, she turned and waved..... suggestively. Whatever she meant, Samuel was sure that the vague 'come hither' motions were certainly meant for him, and he scowled in response. 'Well, OBVIOUSLY, woman. It's not like I intend to sit and admire the hellish scenery, such as it is.' Carefully pushing the boomerang into his waist belt, Samuel began to jog toward his opponent, who had jumped to the top of the trailer... and then she fell forward, her leg seemingly sinking into the roof of the huge contraption. Oh, good… snagged. Samuel increased the pace of his jog, dropping the distance between himself and the huge wheeled thing. It was canted to the side, due in part to the ruin of its tires on that side. It looked to be just low enough for Samuel to high jump to grip the rim of the metal framework. Coming to an abrupt halt next to the trailer, Samuel crouched low, and then catapulted himself up the side of the trailer. "Hup!" His hands were just barely able to grip the top corner of the trailer. Twisting his body, he brought up his legs, and kicked against the trailer, seeking purchase. As his feet slid down, they scraped past a series of raised metal studs driven into the side of the steel frame. His eyebrows rose, and twisting his body once more, he brought up his feet in search of those studs. The studs were raised just enough to provide a modicum of purchase against which Samuel applied a solid push of force, catapulting himself upward with a combined pulling motion with his arms. Samuel sailed to the top of the trailer, his heels landing mere centimeters from the edge. Taking a step toward Aurora, who was looking downward at her snagged ankle, he cracked his knuckles. The faster he put her out of her misery, the better. The step he took was followed by a quicker step, then a progressively quicker step, until he was jogging toward her, an arm raised to bash her senseless against the shield strapped to it. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" (edited for spell check today) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Jun 9 2012, 11:41 AM.
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Jun 3 2012, 05:59 PM Post #8 |
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For what felt like an eternity, Aurora could only gawk at her right leg, mouth agape and eyes wide open in alarm. That one burnt area, the spot which had a radius around the same size as her limb, was much weaker than the wolf had counted on it being. Weak enough for her ankle to go right through the most fragile part, to be precise. And thus she now stood, trapped right where she was, sharp metal edges digging into the soft fur and skin of her ankle. Aurora could feel the damp warmth of her own blood seeping down into her shoe, and it was that sickening sensation that snapped her out of her stupor. “This is not good. This is not good at all.” The canine reached down, both paws clutching as close to the base of her foot as she could get them to. With several harsh grunts of exertion, she tugged at her leg in an attempt to free it from the jagged steel prison. When simply pulling it out didn’t give her the coveted result she wanted, Aurora tried twisting her ankle about, seeing if she could turn it enough to slip her foot through. All that accomplished however was the sharp metal digging deeper into her skin as she twisted her limb. “There has to be some way to free myself. If I were to make the hole larger, then it’d be easy. The question is, how would I go about doing that?” The pastel blue-furred Timber Wolf looked down to see Samuel heading towards her, boomerang in hand, just as she wanted him to be. A smile touched her pink muzzle, for she now foresaw an opportunity to liberate herself from the roof. If the armadillo threw the weapon, Aurora would have a chance to catch it in mid-flight and use the sharp ends to help cut the burnt metal around her ankle. “Okay Samuel,” the Mobian thought, her tail twitching in anticipation. “Throw the boomerang. You know you want…oh no!” Just like that things went from bad to worse for the young O.R.D. Agent. For her opponent was not going to simply throw the weapon at her. No, he was in the process of getting on top of the very same vehicle she was! “This is not happening to me. This cannot be happening to me…” Once again Aurora tried to pull her ankle free, cringing in pain as she felt sharp metal pressing constantly into her skin with every tug. The sound of cracking knuckles entered her ear canals, the wolf turning her head to take notice of Samuel taking steps of ever-increasing quickness towards her. Faster, faster he went, his arm raised high in the air – a sharp gasp escaped the canine’s throat as she spied the shield strapped to it. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Pain split Aurora’s skull upon the shield connecting with her head. The wolf’s body teetered back and forth, a faraway look in her normally alert eyes. Before her was not one, but two armored garbed armadillos, both bent on making her run in this tournament as short as possible. “Ow…head swimming…brain feels like gelatin bouncing around…inside skull…” The canine blinked a few times, trying to clear her haze-filled mind. The wolf placed a paw upon her brow, and looked at the pair of identical twin Mobians that now melded into one. Still dazed but with everything gradually coming back into focus, the freedom fighter cast her gaze to her boomerang. “If I could just get it back, I’d have a chance to turn this around.” |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jun 9 2012, 11:38 AM Post #9 |
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The shield broke through the hot, stinking air like a cannonball, presenting the curvature of the musket gatling casing toward that pretty muzzle of hers. In the split second before it smashed against the side of her head, Samuel felt a sudden twinge of regret. She was a right pretty little thing. Very choice. It was a shame he had to fight her, though. Tragic waste, it was. Oh well... not like he could complain. The shield struck Aurora smartly on her temple with a loud, and she reeled from the impact... though she somehow managed to stay in the same position, snared by the hole in the roof of the vehicle they were on. She teetered like a seesaw, but to his surprise, she wasn't even so much as wrenched out of position. That would have to change here in a hurry, and Samuel was in a mood to finish this quickly. As he completed the movement from the shield bash, he felt one of the leather toggles -- the one on the opposite side of his body from the arm he used to strike her with -- brush against his lips. He allowed it to slide comfortably into the corner of his mouth, and he clamped down hard with his molars. Drawing back the arm he used to strike against her, he thrust forward with his other arm, with the intent to grasp her vest. If possible, it would be great of him to secure a firm grip of her, to rip her out of that jagged metal gash that ensnared her ankle (and even further injure her foot in the process), but it wasn't the only attack he had planned. It was perhaps the only one he looked capable of performing at his perceived level of euphoric rage, but so long as appearances were deceiving, that was all that mattered. As his arm moved forward, the subtle, thin steel cabling threaded into his arm protection grew taut, and they were encouraged further by the leather toggle gripped in his teeth. In tandem, his head turned to one side, presenting only one wild eye peering at her over the rim of his shield, and jerked backward. As he reached for her, the cabling jerked at the nearly concealed apparatus contained within his shield, spinning the three linked musket barrels and lighting off the matchlock firing mechanisms in rapid succession. As his splayed fingers flew forward, erasing the distance between the two combatants in a contest to grab her vestment, a trio of 20mm lead musket balls roared out from their cradles at extremely close range, flying toward their intended target: Aurora Lunetane's mid-torso. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Jun 9 2012, 11:43 AM.
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Jun 9 2012, 09:19 PM Post #10 |
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All of a sudden, Aurora felt a section of her vest tauten as Samuel’s fingers closed around it. A wave of sharp pain coursed through the wolf’s ankle as she was at last hauled out of the serrated steel of the cargo trailer’s roof. Instead of a sigh of relief upon being freed, though how well her foot had held up was another matter entirely, a harsh gasp of fright escaped the Mobian, spilled out of her lips like a rushing waterfall from a river. Her eyes traveled the length of the shield that had hit her prior, realizing very quickly that it wasn’t of the norm. Inside were a trio of linked musket barrels, everyone of them pointed at her torso. Aurora reached up and tried to pry her opponent’s fingers from her garment, her legs moving through the air much in the style of a cyclist. Teeth gritted with determination, she stared at the armadillo in defiance, an act that did not last but a few mere moments. A musket ball shot out of each barrel, all of them aimed right for the O.R.D. Agent. As Aurora continued to struggle in Samuel’s grasp, she lifted up a leg, the very same one that had been stuck, until it was level with her torso. The first projectile hit her in the knee, severing valuable tendons and rendering the limb absolutely useless. As for the second and third, both met their marks, the former creating a small trench in the side of her body, blood spurting from the wound like water from a broken fountain. The latter slammed dangerously close to the Timber Wolf’s stomach, the force of the blow nearly taking her breath away. When all was said and done, Aurora hung there, still in the powerful grip of Samuel. Her own attempts to free herself were weakening, but her resolve was still as strong as ever. For if she was going to die in this match, the canine would not do so without a fight. Her eyes trailed to her boomerang. She knew what she had to do. With her good leg she launched a kick towards Samuel’s midriff with the intent of distracting him. The action caused her great pain and strained her wounds, but if she could get this to work, it would be worth it in the end. Her arm shot forward, inching towards her boomerang, ready to snatch it from the armadillo’s grip. However, as she preformed these actions, Aurora could not help but feel light headed as her body was drained of the life-sustaining crimson liquid, her world starting to grow dark… |
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