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Post by Angel Aries on Jan 7, 2003 17:00:38 GMT -5
(OOC: You're not RPing correctly. You're forcing damage too early on. Not only that, you're making two moves when tradition calls for one damaging move to be made in a post.)
*turns his left side out to Kurama as he slashes in at his knee, snapping out his left elbow to lift him up by his chin and snap his head back. He sacrifices his balance to grab the shaft of the halberd inside the crook of both knees, falling back as he does so. His back hits the deck, but he finds its a small price to pay as he raises his right hand, the sword still clutched in it, then brings its pommel down on the shaft, the wood shattering under his blow. His blade pointing skyward and himself on his back, his stabs the rapier up at Kurama's chest.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Jan 6, 2003 20:52:30 GMT -5
*Aries doesn't move, his arms still folded over his chest. Halberd...this isn't going to be easy...plus that, he's overdecked himself. He's not going to be able to move with all that armor and he'll foolishly use his weapons until he's backed himself into a corner... he thinks to himself. All Aries can do is stay out of his reach. Aries's blade could break if he takes things sword to sword...*
*A quick breath rustles his mustache, then pushed off of the wall with his shoulders, his feet going wide apart, his left hand on his rapier's scabbard, his right takking the handle, and in the moonlight, the blade appeared.*
And all Aries shall use is his sword.
*grins up at Kurama, then raises the blade and turns it so the glare from the moonlight ricochets into his eyes and blinds him temporarily.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Jan 6, 2003 16:05:10 GMT -5
*The gentle sickle moon slips between silver-ridged clouds, casting itself between the arches of a old, large, ruined stone villa, insulated by fields of green wheat. Aries stands inside one of the arches, his face coated in shadow, his gray eyes closed behind his goggles. His arms are folded over his long gray jacket, his red scarf about his neck still. A sheathed rapier hangs at his left hip, whispering to its master to taste blood.*
*Without moving, Aries opens his eyes to look down at the dust on the floor.*
The cadence begins anew, Blood on the earth again... No mercy to you or I, my friend... Shall it begin?
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 18, 2003 16:59:41 GMT -5
*Aries's right fan opens in a flash of reddish light from behind, still held high. It intercepts the claymore at about the tip level.*
*A quick twist of the wrist deflects the blade away from him and to the right.*
*Aries grins as his left fan, on the other hand, twists to hold its bladed edge vertically, then rips up to intercept, and maim, this time, not the trajectory of his adversary's blade, his adversary's feet.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 15, 2003 18:10:03 GMT -5
*Aries takes a deep bow at the hips, the claymore skirting over his bare back, yet causing no real damage. The hair on the back of his head blows with the wind from it, and after it passes over him, he kicks off with his left toes, utilizing his low center of gravity as he spins on his right heel, then folds back up, the left fan taking advantage of the claymore's absence from the left side and lashing out at Kaz's right ribs, the right coming in close to his chest and arcing in from above to club the top of Kaz's head and send him sprawling.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 13, 2003 19:59:11 GMT -5
*Aries's face breaks into a snarl as the other fan snaps out to full again, snapping into a sprint as he charges Kaz. The right fan comes up to knock the dart sway with the flat of the blade, then his shoulder pivots as he runs right up on Kaz, throwing a slash at his head, the left drawn back at his hip to throw a follow-up at his stomach, his stance wide, low to the ground, and restrained.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 12, 2003 17:48:29 GMT -5
*Aries's teeth knit, and his wrists fall between his knees, which buckle down as his legs collapse, trying to stem to pain off of them, the fans closing.*
*He slowly lets his eyes unsquint from the pain.*
That hurt.
*slowly gets back up.*
Aries does not like that.
*lets his left arm rip upwards, the fan unfolding, letting the seven soporofic-laced darts held inside the blades lash out and towards Kaz, whistling in the wind.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 5, 2003 16:55:37 GMT -5
*Aries's eyes narrow.*
Close enough.
*makes a short charge towards Kaz, coming within range of the claymore, his left arm ducking in and his right circling over it. Being a Scot, he understands his opponant's choice of weapon, almost to a master's degree.*
*And yet, he knows its main weaknesses.*
*He gets in close on an up-swing, his left fan continuing its motion and the blades sparking as they meet. He keeps his motion fluid, moving foward, pushing the blade back to throw Kaz off-balance, leaning in close while leaning Kaz backward, his blade trying to go back over his right shoulder.*
*At the same time, his right fan comes up and shrieks down in a diagonal cut, seeking out the line between left shoulder and right hip to rend it into bloody life.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 3, 2003 17:37:09 GMT -5
*Aries shakes his head, sighing.*
Aries knew you couldn't handle the discipline of Oriental weapons...
*takes the Iron Fans, one in each hand, and snaps them open with the sound of metal on metal. The blades take on the light of the fire behind him.*
For some people, discipline is a lesson. For others, it is a lifetime.
*lets his left foot slide forward, resting his weight on the toes of his right foot, the heel up, the knee bent, the left fan held out and horizontally, the right held above his head, the blade pointed downwards.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Mar 2, 2003 5:53:58 GMT -5
*The place does not matter. But all the same, the place is a small courtyard, surrounded by ornate brush, a fountain set in the stone with gravel paved onto a walkway about it, and a great Chinese-esque villa behind the garden...rolling with flames.*
*Despite the inferno behind him, Aries stands, dressed only in a pair of black fatigue pants, held up at the waist by a belt. His cross dangles against his bare chest, and his goggles are nowhere to be seen, replaced by his glasses.*
Although you asked for Aries to pick the weapon, Aries prefers to pick the theater to let you gain your own 'advantages'.
*He waves to a rack of Chinese weapons, only one of each on it: a Jian (double-edged sword), a Tai Dao (long machete), a Bagua Iron Fan, a Jiulong Baguazhang Staff (a six-foot iron rod), a Kuan Dao (a blade the size of a forearm attatched to a four and a half foot rod), a Mao (spear), a Bagua-Lung Mao (double-end spear), a pair of Er Long Dao (a pair of 13-inch blades), and a three-sectioned staff (a six-foot staff divided into three equal parts and linked by chain).*
As you would have.
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Post by Angel Aries on Jan 3, 2003 2:19:40 GMT -5
*holds Gunn's eyes for a moment, then quickly breaks eye contact as he retreats from his assault in a single spinning backstep. As the axe goes past, his sword whips out as he follows through and faces Gunn, seeking his now-vulnerable midsection, the metal flashing in the light from a stained glass window.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Jan 1, 2003 11:19:37 GMT -5
*takes his sword but stays on his back for a moment or two before he takes some of his tartan and rips it off, then stuffs it inside the hole in his gauntlet to sop up the blood. He winces, then gets back up on his right gauntlet.*
*stands, sweat running off of him and collecting in a pool under him, slowly starting to grow tired, angry, and ruthless. He lets his sword rise, then settle into a defensive position.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Jan 1, 2003 11:05:00 GMT -5
*immediately releases his sword once its tip buries itself in the stone, his right gauntlet curled into a fist, arcing in to hammer close at Gunn's stomach.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Dec 30, 2002 3:48:28 GMT -5
*looks up at Gunn, then pushes off with his right arm and slowly brings himself to his feet, staring darkly at Gunn, bleeding as he is.*
Aries won't be some beaten-down dog.
*walks over to his fallen sword, then leans down and picks it up with his right hand, turning back to face Gunn.*
Death rises above us, waiting upon the victor, and either you, or I, or both of us, must go with him...either you, or I, or both of us, must go with him...either you, or I, or both of us, must go with him!!
*starts screaming again, then charges Gunn, his sword reaching out to impale him.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Dec 28, 2002 2:35:24 GMT -5
*Aries again gasps, then throws up his left gauntlet, knowing he's not getting out of this one.*
*The bullet drills into the black metal...past it...*
*Both Aries's ulna and radius shatter inside the gauntlet under the bullet, blood flying free of the wound. Aries's eyes slam shut and his mouth opens in a scream of anguish before his killer instincts kick in. AAAAGH!! That...agh!!! He's drawn blood...probably feels he's won...KILL HIM!!! Live, die, doesn't matter! Smash him until his bones are paste, hit him so hard members of his family miles away cry out in pain! Killhimkillhimkillhim...*
*lifts his legs to that end and slams both heels against Gunn's knees.*
*Hard.*
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