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Post by CygnusMkII on Jan 28, 2003 16:48:28 GMT -5
Aaaah... the smell of testosterone.
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Post by kurama on Jan 28, 2003 17:38:23 GMT -5
a bulles flys past gunns head and into the mountin. as kurama stands with only chain marks around his neck from his opponents attack.he is smileing.
his entire body starts to glow as he powers up. the sheer monstosety of his power now ripps through the mountin.Causeing it to shatter and shards fly in every direction.
the black mist that seems to origenate from kurama now fills the mountin side and has coverd the entire battle grounds.
kurama sinks into the mist knowing hat gunn wont be able to see in the mist giveing him the advantage .knowing his site would be better in his misty domain.
in the mist you hear rapid foot steps only that can be heard.
come and find me.
his voice echos and makes it impossible to rtrack through the sound of my voice.not even his footsteps can be heard any longer.
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Post by GunnSlinger on Jan 28, 2003 19:48:17 GMT -5
He grinned, almost laughing at Kurama's pitiful display, had he forgotten, that a fighter needed not his eyes to attack? And, had he made the brutal mistake, of not remembering that his opponent, was nearly allways encompassed in a wave of mist himself? Oh well, no need to wonder over such casual tribulations.
He held his sword in a two handed grip, heading into the mist quickly, but his footsteps, and breathing were soft, whereas, even the echoes of Kurama's steps, though fading, gave away his last position quickly, but it was futile, to believe that this was his current possition. He felt out, with every one of his sences for Kurama's being, but could not detect it, for it was his own aura, oh well, it seemed, that he would merely have to deal with it.
That same windlike force now tore onto the scene again, pushing the dark fog-like substance away, whipping around the once peaceful place like a torrent, ripping the dark fog from the land, and revealing Kurama quickly, his opponent smiling a cruel, sadistic smile at him.
Oh, come now... don't tell me you have to hide to fight?
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Post by kurama on Jan 28, 2003 22:45:59 GMT -5
The black mist moves slowly around kurama as the pitifull attampt to move it from the fighter that will soon know his own demise
the mist whipps viloently at gunn.His ego makes him stand thair thinking thats its just mist.The mist hits ....hard senting a shock wave of power throght the air around him.
the force shatters the trees that the shcok wave hits. the un relenting power subsides at the call of kurama.the mist returns to cover the battle field.
Kurama pulls out his axe knowing it being the most power full axe to exist...will only hold off the powerfull sowrd...and all hops of this fight being a power duel go out the window
lets go...
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Post by GunnSlinger on Jan 29, 2003 10:28:22 GMT -5
Merely grins, and charges in at his enemy, pulling his sword up parallel to the ground on his right side, and ducking low, almost face first into the ground, and then suddenly, dissapears, and only a haze of his appearence can be seen, as he passes by Kurama, the flash of his dark blade tearing for his stomach
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Post by kurama on Jan 29, 2003 10:34:26 GMT -5
With a grund as he feels his opponent near and feels the scratch on his stomach.he extends his arm to catch gunn dead in his tracks.
the force that gunn was running at and the solidness of my arm make for a leathly blow to this worriors neck.hoping forward 10 feet awayinto the thicker part of mist. a sadistic laugh erupts from his lips as he knows him plan is comein into play
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Post by GunnSlinger on Jan 30, 2003 11:01:14 GMT -5
Despite Kurama's blow, his face remains stoic, completely unshaken by this. As Kurama retreats into his mist again, he rises to his full stature, and he draws his second broadsword, but, knowing that it was useless in this battle, he merely cast it aside, and slid the black blade into the previous sword's sheathe, standing completely still and calm.
He then, began to scream. His face twisted into a long, loud scream as his body contorted, and pushed, and pulled, his stomach seemed to fold out, rising to his full stature, a little over 8 feet tall. Spikes ripped from his flesh, long spikes ripping their way out of his vertebre, and up his neck, stoping at the base of his skull. Other spikes, also made their way out of his skin, bursting forth from his knuckles, turning his entire body into a living, breathing, weapon. From his elbows, and kneecaps, also burst long spikes, his face rather calm now, no longer screaming, his tail now much longer than before, he merely smirked as his hair dropped down, over the sides of his head, and along his back, turning an eery shade of white, while his eyes grew dark, almost black.
He took in a breath of air through his nose, immediately, stripping Kurama of all hope he might have for saving himself, or hiding in his mist. The smell, was that of Kurama's blood. He could pick it up in an instant, knowing Kurama's position instantly, he looked over, slightly to the front, and to the left, and then, he motioned to this spot, that seems just like "Bring it on..."
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Post by kurama on Jan 30, 2003 21:43:05 GMT -5
kurama stands compleatly still.Your smell of his blood fades as if he no longer existed.than from out of no were and with out warning you feel an attack make contack.
from above you you feel the mighty power of the axe plunge into the base of your neck.than the blads power takes affect.
you start to feel all the people you have killed.All thair torment and restlessness fills your verry being.All the people seem to show you what you did to them with exact detail.
wounds and cuts start to open from the horrible cuts and ruptures that you have caused on the other vitems.The unrelenting force of this pain causes you to huddle into a ball.
than as the kurama that struck you flys into the mist again another appears holding the sword.thats what you guesed anyways. cuz thats what you felt as the sword enters half way into your back as it slices through your skinn at an angle.The blade twists and relesaes its dark power into the body of gunn.The powerfull blood lightning.Itslightning that isnt of any elamental group
the red light erupts from the pores of this mighty warior.The sheer power of the lightning would turn a mountin to askes.Kurama pulls the bolade out with a violent twist.
With a speed gunn has never seen kurama is gone seemingly into the mist. as laughter echos through the mist. as the real kurama steps out.
he isnt the normal kurama nor is he the half assed trancformation that hes shown so far..he is what nitemares are made of.His power now abosorbs the mist into his body with a sadistic smile thorugh his rasor sharp teeth..
his 7 and a half foot body is sleek and and powerfull.his arms are long and undenyably deadly with powerfull hands on the ends.the blackish grey hue to his skin makes him look like a shadow as he moves.
his eyes glazed over with a blackish shade og red.Looking at his oponents smokeing body. the fissures in his skin make his sepeptable to any attack.yet he waits..
i know your not done yet..
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Post by GunnSlinger on Feb 3, 2003 10:58:05 GMT -5
He almost burst into laughter as Kurama's blade connected, the screams of those tormented souls he had dealt away with, their brutally battered bodies and their memory desecrated in his mind, and as it all flooded back to him, he grinned, the edges of his teeth showing viciously as each and every memory came back to him.
The wounds and cuts upon his body are soon filled... but not by mere flesh, his entire body, seemed to rush, as the armor held unterneathe his flesh reached the surface, dark black, metallic armor, like scales it slid out of his skin, spraying his blood about. Finally, it had made it's way to the surface, covering every inch of his body aside from his head. This armor seemed large, and diffucult to manuever in, but it couldn't be further from the truth, it was light, perfect for attack and defence. The armor seemed to lock naturally against his spikes as they grew out to fit the armor.
From his back, burst two wings, black, feathered, like that of an angel... but the darkness was that of a demon, no... something worse than a demon.
He held his blade, outstretched, the tip of it directly at his opponent, and then, slowly, a dark purple energy began to float around it, circling it, then gathering directly at the tip. He grinned still, viciously, waiting as the energy gathered. And he knew, that no matter how fast Kurama was, he would not get away from it, the energy finally seemed to be at it's most concentrated point, a large, dark ball of energy.
He finally, let it go, the dark ball ripping toward Kurama's body with emense speed, as he attemped to dodge it, foolishly, it followed him, the tip of the blade aiming at him, had been like a beacon, locking on to his soul, and folowing it, like a smart bomb growing as it followed his body.
Kurama would not be able to dodge it... nor would he be able to stop it no matter how powerful he seemed, no matter how fast he was, or how powerful he was, it was still going to kiss his flesh, and when it did, it would kill him, and Kurama's soul, would be his. Just like every one of those other souls were his.
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Post by kurama on Feb 6, 2003 15:09:23 GMT -5
kurama pissing and moaning as he keeps moveing.than it strikes him..and idea..he stops and a small cloud bursts from his chest and takes off in the oppotite direction.
the "smart bomb" heading for kurama than turns to follow the cloud.kurama smiles with a slight pissedness as the "smart bomb" makes contact with the cloud..it tears the soul to shreads and dissapates
ya know...i liked that one....
hes left lef slids back aganst the ground.his tail slideing from sie to side like a angry snake. his hands extend infront of him his right guarding his upper and his left guarding his lover.no spot seems hittable...and his armor seems to glisten
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Post by NeoEllis on Jun 20, 2003 13:44:08 GMT -5
Winner: GunnSlinger
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