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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 18:29:07 GMT -5
Bored...really bored...i need a fight...
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Post by Gabriel on Apr 2, 2004 20:06:13 GMT -5
Hm. If you limit magics and whatnot, I'm in.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 20:07:24 GMT -5
state the limits if you would
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 20:08:42 GMT -5
Kicks Ai squarely in the seat of the pants.
What about our duel? The thinking burn you out or what?
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Post by Gabriel on Apr 2, 2004 20:09:33 GMT -5
Well, I was thinking along the lines of minute magic, if any. Perhaps enchanted weapons, or something small like that. I mean, I know some people can get carried away...(Raz and his whole, "Destroy the world" thing). I was thinking melee weapons pretty much.
Blushes.
Oh snap. Forgot about that. Alright. Someone else accept this..I actually have to think about the match with Manae.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 20:10:46 GMT -5
...i use energy bassed attacks...as well as alot of planer theory...and psionics sometimes...o.o''
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 20:18:31 GMT -5
Well, if Ai's backing down from it, this old timer will be happy to give you a few new scars.
Manae tosses his cloak to the side, revealing his armor glistening in the little light available. <Er, um, what is the setting?> Stooping to his back, he undoes the ties holding a tightly-wrapped bundle from where a sleeping rug would normally be. Removing the mud-stained fabric, the rest of his armor tumbles out. With firm tugs, he applies and tightens on his shoulder, hip, and thigh plates, and adds some pieces to his heavy leather gloves and boots over the existing for extra protection.
I say there, Ai, when you figure my magics out, which I don't doubt will take much longer, be sure to keep it a little quiet. I should make this young boy think a little, too.
Clipping his massive runesword to his back, Manae tightens his belt, adjusting the sheath holding his broad sword. Drawing it with a metalic scream, he turns his right shoulder to Sean.
Have at me, boy.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 20:25:45 GMT -5
Boy?...
He stood up letting his attire fall down loosly around him. Still hanging from his flesh. he looked apon Manae and then around him before he spoke
This is the setting...
the feild was completly white in all directions, and almost it was almost blinding in all directions. They stood apon a floor, but it was hardly that, seemingly blending into everything...but everything in this place was nothing...simply nothing.
Welcome to purgatory...this is your judgement
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 20:29:45 GMT -5
Looks about, but still keeps his attention on Sean.
Purgatory, eh? Last time I saw this place, it was more a dreary scene. Dusty, rocky terrain. Life-bear mountains. Grey, clouded skies. And thousands of drudging, pathetic souls dragging chains about in circles, wishing for the day they could ascend that highest peak to Heaven.
His eyes fully on Sean again, his gaze pierced his opponent deeply.
And don't presume to judge me. I've died once already; I know what lies beyond.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 20:40:33 GMT -5
he smirked a bit
Purgatory is what the judger makes of it really...and i make nothing of it...
he sighed softly now his hands in his pocket his composure relaxed
you drew your weapon...attack...
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 20:43:09 GMT -5
In a move betraying the old man's true power, Manae was at Sean's rear faster than eye could see; his motion carrying him four meters beyond. From a leaning crouch, he drove right towards his opponent's back, hilt resting tight against his chest and point aimed for spine.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 20:59:27 GMT -5
...All to easy
As Manae dashed ready to impale his back with his sword, Sean suddenly fell down from where he was standing. As if falling through the floor he now was below manae, looking up watching the blade pass through air above.
Sean rose again through the floor behind Manae now. His hands out of his coats pocket now standing his attire as it always ways, black trench, black oversized pants, and black shit, all hung loosly to him.
Lets go...attack for real this time
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 21:02:51 GMT -5
'Fah. Expected.' Mane thought to himself.
As Sean began to rise, Manae simple spun in a circle, blade extended, to meet the waiting neck of his rival.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 21:08:21 GMT -5
he saw the attack come and he held back his laughter...the blade didn't reach him, being far enough away as he spun around, the blade only managed to produce a small gust of wind.
come now...
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 21:12:13 GMT -5
It's not my way to strike one weaker than myself. How am I supposed to actually fight you, then?
Manae flips his sword in his hand, taking an underhand grip. Hopping forward, he makes several slices across Sean's body.
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