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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 21:15:20 GMT -5
you insult me
he hopped back each slice missed widely. It almost looked like Sean toyed with him, but it wasn't the case really.
come on, hit me!
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 21:18:32 GMT -5
And what did I just say?
Manae repeats his performance, but this time, as Sean hops back from the first swing, he flicks the broadsword for his forward thich and draws his runesword to sheild any counterattack.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 21:31:28 GMT -5
the first hop on Manae's second assault sent Sean flying up higher above manae. He curled his body up into a ball and then exploded outward, armed with two weapons much like Manae. He held a giant broad sword, intriquete in its design, in his right hand and a hand gun "Pleasure" as it was called in his left. he simply aimed the gun at Manae and fired the specialized bullets with supperb aim
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 21:34:57 GMT -5
The bullets pass right through Manae. Sean gasps as he lands, and Manae shimmers away into nothingness.
I tell you, boy, you lack experience.
Sean spins to the sound of Manae's voice to find him standing right where he was when the match started, sword help on the ground in front of him, the old man looking like one an old guardian statue in front of a great palace.
He resumes his stance from the beginning of the duel.
Such easy deceptions, and you young amateurs fall for them. If you can't do better than that, I'll have to leave some scars for you to remember your weakness.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 21:41:51 GMT -5
OOC: Its rather rude to act out what i do in your post like that...
IC:
Sean landed but he did not gasp nor did he even spin around to look to Manae. he stood up straight and turned his head looking over his sholder his weapons where drawn
You still insult me...why?...You toy with me like i was a child...i assure you...i am not...not a child at all...
he turned finnally to face him. a look of dissappointment lay on his face
...Do stop...take this seriously...i wouldn't want you to die when you where just fooling around
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 21:50:11 GMT -5
<OOC: *shrugs* M'kay, then. I shant do any more such thing.>
You say you're no child, yet the young punks who think they're something enough for my training fall for the same simple techniques as they are culled out.
If you want seriousness, this battle will end in little time.
Manae slips his broadsword back in its scabbard and faces Sean.
Come at me, and allow me to show you the extent of the lack of your skills.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 21:56:23 GMT -5
...you asked for it...
he smiled and suddenly faded from sight. completly gone, he wasn't even sensable at this point, for he was not on the same plane.
A flash shown on a different plane, The Ethereal Plane, to be exact as he appeard in existence there, yet no where else. Still Manae had no way of finding him, not in time anyway. Sean floated through the mist of the plane behind Manae's spiritual ethereal essence. His soul basically, his life force...he smiled and stabbed his blade into the Manae's essence, the blade asorbing Manae's life force at a high rate...if it didn't kill him...it would come close...
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 22:06:31 GMT -5
From the last swirls of Manae's existance, his face suddenly formed and looked up Sean with sad eyes.
Foolish boy, did I not already tell you I died once? I wandered before I came back; such places are not alien to me. Nor am I powerless in them.
Disproving his words, the last of his essence is drawn into the sword. But it doesn't remain there. The blade cracks, then shatters as the swirling form breaks free.
See now, what have you done? Your sword has lost its spirit! When you decide to come back and be serious, it shall be brittle and lose its edge! Its smith would be most displeased with you, it isn't easy to instill such a strong spirit in such a fine blade.
Now, come, this is no plane for the living flesh. Return to your proper before something even more unfortunate should happen.
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Post by †Zero† on Apr 2, 2004 22:22:51 GMT -5
...Insolent fool
he remembered Manae's words know this would happen...but he knew his blade just well...the peices to the shattered blade surrounded Manae's being which floated there now. they then dived into the essence and floated inside of it, retreaving from Manae his blades essence as well...but they did not leave the manae, the stayed inside...
Sean vanished from the Ethereal plane back into the plane he began in and smirked looking at manae who stood seemingly unharmed.
I carved that blade myself...and i am not upset...you have been judged...
he smirked as the world around them melted away into that of a feild. they where back in the physical plane now. Sean raised his hand to Manae and smiled
Its been fun...goodbye...
suddenly Manae's body started to rip apart, peices flying out from inside it, covered in blood, they flew to Sean. Peices tore out from Manae's flesh, his head, brain, heart, his organs, all of them mutulated beyond repair. The spinal cord was severed. his heart torn to shreds. his lungs no longer able to retain air...the body fell apart...beyond repair
The peices all gathered infront of Sean and formed themself infront of him, reforming into the blade infront of him, the edge as good as new if not better...the cracks glowed then faded and he grabbed the hilt of it before he let it fade from sight.
...don't ever shatter my blade...
he turned and headed off...finished
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Post by Jimmy "The Doorman" Manae on Apr 2, 2004 22:46:20 GMT -5
As Sean walked out of sight, Manae sighed and went the other way. Another one who failed his standards and just wasn't up for his training. He was beginning to wonder if anyone lived who qualified in his eyes, and mused that it was a possibility.
Taking a glance to the spiritual plane, he saw the fragments still pecking furiously at a sheild they just couldn't find a way to pass through. Waving an astral hand, they quieted down.
'Such a strong spirit for a weapon... Such fine craftsmanship,' he thought. A light shined from his essential core, and the pieces reformed, making a beeline to their physical frame.
Stripping to his base armor again, Manae repackaged the shining maille in his sack. Donning coat and pack, he trudged off to find a tavern.
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