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Post by Merlin 2592 on Jan 21, 2004 16:09:51 GMT -5
OOC: Okay that put a REALLY BAD twist in . IC: Merlin got up and rubbed his forehead "What the f*** was that all about?" Merlin asked "I don't know Merlin, but why are you holding back so much skill?" N3B anserwed, "Let's contiune our duel, and now I can concentrate" Merlin said then whithout warning Merlin Yelled "Deeppercut fly!!" the sword shot out and flew in to Merlins hand's he put it into one and charged at N3B who got ready to block but Merlin jumped and swung but N3B knew better, he blocked and took a swing that could of rip Merlins body to peice it Merlin lost his grip and dived and used his magic to summon Deppercut to him again "Impressive" N3B said "Thank you, but you are also the most worthy oppnent I have faced" Merlin said "Let's heat this up a bit shall we" Merlin he and N3B stood in front of eachother and dueled swing at each other Merlin jumped away and waited. OOC: I'm said I'm not using Deppercut in my first post, oh well, I didn't know what to do, and I know this SUCKS conpared to yours, just one thing could you make your posts make me a little more aggrsive? And this is fun you are a genius with deul posts.
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Post by Locke on Jan 21, 2004 16:15:28 GMT -5
Locke hurried along a dark passage way, searching for Ty. Suddenly he heard noises and a loud clackling sound beneath him. He stopped and listened, after a moment the noises stopped. His comm. crackled. "Locke this Ty, get up here."
Locke though for a moment. Maybe "up here" was down there...
Locke pried the floor open with his Gunblade, it made a neat cut. Below him he was surprised to see Draxas. A bewildered Draxas began to move just as Locke jumped into the elevator, sword point facing down. The sword drove into Draxas's shoulder. Draxas grunted and raised Heavenshard. Locke swung again as he dropped into the elevator. Draxas parried the blow with amazing ease for his crippled state. Draxas knocked Locke's Gunblade away, but instead of killing Locke, he shoved him through the elevator. Perhaps he planned ot get both Locke and Ty at the same time by stunning them both. Locke wasn't about to let that happen. he fell through, him and the doors pushing Ty from his feet. Locke rolled backwards, over Ty and quickly got to his feet. At least now he had some room. Locke awiated Draxas's attack, gunblade ready, Ty rolled out from between them and got to his feet...
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Post by Draxas on Jan 22, 2004 0:52:21 GMT -5
Draxas stared the two men down, and knew he was in deep. Two on one, and I'm wounded to boot. Crap crap crap! Only one thing to do now, I hope this works...
Draxas hoisted Heavenshard with his bionic arm, which had fortunately not been injured by Locke's attack, and took up a defensive stance. As his two opponents mirrored the gesture with their respective melee weapons, he grinned nastily at them, and mentally issued the command to fire. A hail of shells from the Ingalls on Draxas's forearm tore into Locke as the weapon was swept across the narrow corridor, causing him to fall with several bullets lodged in his abdomen. Ty, however, had more time to react, and rolled out of the path of the weapon. He popped up in Draxas's face with a rising slash, cutting a deep gash into the cyborg's chest. Draxas was sent reeling into the back wall, where he landed hard in a sitting position. His wound gushed blood freely, and he fought to remain concious as Ty approached him victoriously.
"Nice try," said Tyler sarcastically, "But all for naught, huh?" He levelled the point of his blade directly at Draxas's eyes.
"It's too... late... for your friend..." wheezed Draxas. He was having trouble breathing, and realized he would certainly not have enough strength to parry a blow in his condition. He dropped Heavenshard to the floor with a clash of metal on metal, and instead fumbled to free one of the weapons on his hip... He needed to stall for time.
Tyler was taking the bait. "Hmph. I'm doing you a favor. That was quite dishonorable of you to mow him down like that." The sword still remained at Draxas's eye level, now only about 6 inches from his face.
"Sneak attacks... and doublete... teaming are hardly... honorable... Show... no honor... expect no... honor..." Draxas gasped for air, and his sight began to fade. However, he had gripped one of the pistols in his hand. He only hoped it was the right one, and he would be able to possibly exact some revenge for his inevitable death.
"Pff," scoffed Tyler. "It doesn't matter to me. Time to die!" He jabbed forward with his sword, just as Draxas had slightly elevated the pistol in his hand. As the point of Tyler's sword pierced through his skull, Draxas let out a scream of agony and jerked his finger back on the trigger. A triple burst of plasma shot from the Scifi handgun, letting Draxas know he had chosen correctly. Even as he died, he knew his finger would keep the trigger pressed until the entire clip was expended...
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Post by StormX on Jan 22, 2004 16:49:19 GMT -5
OOC: Locke, he's saying your weapon is unoriginal because the gunblade was (mabye still is) Note's OWE weapon, not because you took it from a game. The whole point of OWE is to use weapons from other games....So no need for the "take the from out of the OWE weapon profile" attitude....he's just saying its annoying that you copied him...though, it seems as other people copied him the way he's talking, whoever they may be...
IC: Tyler respawned with a tingly feeling on his chest. The last thing he remembered was stabbing his sword into Draxas' head, and all of a sudden he was respawning. Somehow Draxas must have shot him. He checked his r-tracker to see what was going on. Merlin and N3B were still dueling apparently, Niff seemed to be stationary in a tunnel, and Locke and Draxas hadn't respawned yet. He headed off in Niff's direction, looking for a kill, but really wanted revenge on Draxas.
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Post by N3B on Jan 23, 2004 23:09:24 GMT -5
N3B and Merlin were still facing each other off, their swords at the ready. Wanting to get his first kill with Uriziel, N3B depressedly knew what must be done to end this battle the quickest.
Merlin had Deppercut ready, and was bouncing back and forth from his toes to his heels, waiting N3B's next move.
N3B closed his eyes, and focused most of his physical energy into Uriziel, and held the pose as the gem at the base of the blade turned blue, activating the magic powers of the blade. Returning to "normal" stance, he held Uriziel, the gem glowing a strong blue.
He took a glance at merlin, and struk.
He gripped the handle of the blade, and slammed it as hard as he could against the floor of the skedar craft. Normally, this would've shattered the blade, but he was using Uriziel, the all-powerful magic sword of Khorinis.
Sparks flashed upon contact of the blade with the steel floor, and sent a trail of fire, heading Merlin's direction. The fire rapidly accelerated on the floor, and had engulfed Merlin in flames, catching his feet and then building up.
Merlin screamed in pain, and waved his arms about crazily, not being able to control his body to utalize the healing side of Deppercut.
N3B smirked, and charged with Uriziel down, and to the side of his right hip. With a quick swipe, he cut diagonally up, and caught Merlin in the side, slicing completely though his body.
his upper torso tumbled from his pelvis onto the floor, splattering blood everywhere. Steadily, his legs fell over next to his chest, and the flames died down.
The last thing N3B saw of Merlin, was his face, charred and stoned in a tone of horrid shock.
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Post by niff on Jan 24, 2004 3:10:42 GMT -5
OOC: Jeez.. stop changing your avatar/namd/sig XD
Niff cradled his face in his hands. Blood was seeping out through his fingers, and landing in puddles in the floor. He stumbled along hte corridor. His feet flipped from under him as a giant explosion rocked the ship. He groaned and lurched as he struggled to his feet, still clutching his wounded face. Niff stumbled again, and came into one of the large, main rooms of the ship. N3B stood there, covered in blood. Merlin's decimated body was crumpled on the floor, charred and sliced in half. The two warriors glanced at eachother. N3B smirking over his fresh kill, Niff slowly walked to his ship. The rejuvination chamber revitalised him instantly, the cut disappearing from his face instantly. N3B and Nif set off, in search of teammates.. or victims..
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Post by Captain Tribal on Jan 24, 2004 17:30:49 GMT -5
<OOC> Forget the lightsaber, I'm going with a staff for this one. <ITC>
Niff and N3B walked down the corridor, obviously searching for more people. Kaine was going to be one of them.
Kaine threw a rock, to divert their attention. When N3B turned around and ran towards the noise, Kaine quickly rushed out, clubbing Niff to the ground. He spun his staff around, then jabbed it into Niff's chest, causing him to lose his breath.
"I'll deal with you later."
He then ran towards N3B, who had just noticed all that was going on. Quickly, N3B drew his sword, and brought it down on Kaine's staff, which was up to parry the attack. They continued the attacking/parrying pattern for a while, until Kaine decided for a change.
He tossed his staff, javalin style, at the wall, causing it to drive partway in. He then ran towards it, jumping up and using his staff as a spring, sending him into the air, right over N3B's head. Then, directly after landing, Kaine punched N3B in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Without hesitation, he rushed at the wall, grabbed his staff, and wallkicked, prying it loose. As he soared through the air, the brought the staff down, smashing into N3B's skull. Unfortunately, in all this, he forgot about Niff, who had recovered. As Kaine was celebrating, Niff rushed him from behind, running him through.
"Ugh... Ouch..." Was all he could muster before he died.
<OOC> You guys decide if I killed N3B or just injured him... I don't care.
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Post by StormX on Jan 25, 2004 20:48:37 GMT -5
OOC: I looked back, and I died then respawned.
IC: Tyler was walking around, looking at his radar. No sign of his teammate Locke, who apparently had not respawned yet. He saw the dot for Agent 47 fade out, showing he had been killed. At the same place, two black dots were showing, meaning N3B and Niff were there. Tyler pulled out Airundain and quickly headed into the corridors. He came upon N3 and Niff shortly. Niff was helping N3 up, and N3 looked to be injured. Tyler knew they were heading for Niffs ship, so N3B could get rejuvinated. Tyler had a plan, rushing back through the corridors towards the hanger.
Tyler had set his trap, and ducked under the ship as Niff and N3B boarded it. Tyler had used X-ray scanner to see where the chamber was in the ship. He had propped Airundain pointing up towards the middle of the rejuv. chamber. Taking the parts from several expended clips, he had put the sword on springs, and set up a few other parts, so when pressure was applied to the tip of the blade (which was touching the bottom of the ship) the sword would shoot upwards, hopefully taking N3B out.
OOC: whoever makes the post can decide what happens
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Post by Locke on Jan 25, 2004 21:11:01 GMT -5
Locke respawned on the bridge of the Attack ship. As he looked out the window he could see stars flying past. The ship was moving faster now, faster and farther form earth. That was bad for Locke becuase his hover car had barely made it to where the attack ship had been before. That was a problem for another time however. His R-tracker showed two moving blips of the same color, he assumed they were Niff and N3B. He saw the blip representing Ty staying in one spot. Locke pressed what he thought was a map button on the controls of the attack ship. A large holographic 3-D map came up, showing the entire ship. With a few more clicks he had the blips on the hologram. Ty was in the hangar and Niff and N3B were quickly moving toward it. I've got to get myself one of these things. Locke thought. What is Ty planning, hmm...
Just then his comm. beeped.
"Locke this is Ty, where have you been? I have a trap set for the N-Bombs, but if it doesn't work I might need your help."
Locke replied "I'll be there soon, over and out." Locke drew his sword and cut every control on the bridge that was not needed to fly the ship itself.
Locke needed to get ot the hangar quick. Leaving the bridge he found an elevator.
Just as he was about to go through it he heard a voice behind him. "Going somewhere?" Locke swftly turned around, sword in hand...
OOC: This can be anybody not allied with me.
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 26, 2004 9:21:50 GMT -5
Notesurfer stood with a Falcon 2 pointed at Locke's head.
“You know, I'd love to let you go help Tyler, but his hands are going to be kind of full in a few moments, and you'd just get in the way.” Deftly Locke flicked the F2 out of Notesurfer's hand with his sword.
“Come on Notesurfer, you know better than this. Let's settle this honorably.” Notesurfer sighed.
“Sheesh, all you peeps with your swordfighting frenzies, I'm afraid I've got to get to N3B and Niff before N3B get's a haircut through his crotch. Tata!” Notesurfer's outfit quickly morphed into a space-suit. A helmet grew around his head, and he flew away, in the direction of Niff's ship.
“Tyler, this is Locke. We have a problem.”
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Casually Niff and N3B strolled towards the ship, chatting amiably. N3B made the first step onto the ramp when he heard Notesurfer cough behind him.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you . . .” His jump-suit was back to normal, and he stepped forward. “Say, N3B, I bet I can turn this rock into a sword!” N3B was more than slightly puzzled, but Niff was feeling kind of giddy.
“Go ahead Notey, let's see it.”
“Okay” Notesurfer shrugged. He tossed the heavy object in his hand onto the ramp. Instantly Tyler's sword tore through the metal, flew through the air, and landed point-first in the dirt. N3B and Niff stared at Notesurfer. “Tyler set a trap for you guys, I thought I'd defuse it. However, we still have him to take care of, he's still down there, armed, and with the element of surprise. Plus, Locke may be able to get down here soon, the impediments I put in his way won't last for long. The three crept down into the hold, dark shapes and crates stacked everywhere.
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Up in his ship, Locke hefted away at the door to his hover car.
“Why won't the stinking thing move!?!?!?!” he exclaimed, loudly swearing. Looking closely, he saw that the edges of the door were rounded, almost as though they had been welded shut . . . “NOTESURFERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!” He screamed his frustration at the barren space wasteland. All rage aside, he grabbed a blowtorch and began to make his way back into his ship . . .
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Post by N3B on Jan 26, 2004 12:50:07 GMT -5
N3B was still supported by Niff, his vision blurred and feeling a massive pain in his head, as if he had a concussion. Notesurfer stood a few meters behind Niff and N3B, holding Azteki, it limp in his hand, casually pointing to the ground.
"Ok..." Niff said, moderately puzzled, and astonished at Notesurfer's magic trick. "C'mon, up the ramp" Niff said, struggling to get N3B up and around the blade into Zero.
Niff set him in the rejuvination room, and activated it, leaving the ship and heading back outside. N3B could hear faint sounds of gun fire and sword-clashing, but after a few moments, it ceased.
N3B woke, and stepped off of Niff's jumpship, and could see Ty's fallen body on the ground, with Niff, wounded, standing next to him, and Note a few yards off, Azteki smoking.
OOC: quick post, just got back
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Post by StormX on Jan 26, 2004 22:36:54 GMT -5
(OOC: I made a post about this, but someone deleted it. Try to keep the long OOC convos to PMs, it gets distracting to have a page of nothing but OOC)
Tyler respawned again. He radioed Locke and told him to meet him in the hanger. Within about a minute, they were both there. Tyler pulled out his mediators, and Locke readied his Falcon 2. N3B, Niff, and Notesurfer were standing in the hanger, getting ready to move out as a team. Locke set his sights on N3B, while Tyler aimed at Niff, seeking revenge. Both members of DoD ran out into the hanger, guns blazing. Several shots bounced off of Niff's ship, landing on the floor somewhere in the hanger. N3B and Notesurfer rolled behind some crates that were in the hanger, but Niff took a shot to the leg and stumbled. Tyler dropped the clips out of his Mediators and quickly slid new ones in as Locke took his last few shots at Niff, with no success. Tyler squinted his eyes and concentrated on the shot. He lined up the end of the barrel with Niff's head and squeezed the trigger. Caught completely off guard, The gun nearly flew backwards out of Tylers hand. He had apparently loaded a depleted uranium clip instead of a regular one. He looked up to see Niff's body slowly fading away. One down, two to go he muttered to Locke. He knew they were outskilled against the veteran N-Bombs, but he had a plan. He quietly told his plan to Locke, who nodded. Locke pulled out his second Falcon 2 and readied himself. He rolled out from behind the crate sideways and stood up. He strafed sideways across the room, firing away with both guns at the two remaining N-Bombs. Tyler took his chance and ran out from the other side of the crate, escaping the notice of the N-Bombs. He holstered the Mediators and pulled out Airundain as he ran. He looked out and saw Locke go down, riddled with bullets from N3B. At least he took one for the good of the team
Tyler knew it was a two on one now, but he had the advantage of suprise, as the N-Bombs had no idea where he was. He changed his grip on Airundain, taking his left hand off, feeling the sword lighten in his hand. He grabbed the hilt of his dagger with his left hand and slowly pulled it out of the sheath. He approched the crates from the side, catching the N-Bombs completely off guard. Notesurfer was the closest to him, and he plunged his dagger in Note's stomach on the way past. N3B had more time to react, and was waiting with Uriziel (i hope I spelled it right). Tyler took Airundain in two hands again, swinging downward as hard as he could at N3B. N3 parried the blow, but was knocked off balance but the blow. He swung hard again, horizontally this time, catching N3B in the leg. N3 collapsed to the floor, and Tyler kicked Uriziel away.
Turning back around, Tyler was suprised that Notesurfer was up. A sharp pain shot up Tylers leg, and he looked down to see Notesurfer had stabbed Tyler with his own dagger in the upper leg. Tyler pulled the dagger out, and swung it sideways and caught Notesurfer in the side of the head with the butt of the dagger. Tyler raised his sword, preparing for a downward stab. Notesurfer looked up to what appeared to be certian death, and saw the tip of a sword come through the front of Tyler's chest. The blade was pulled back out again as Tyler waivered. He fell forward, his sword creating a second wound in Notesurfers stomach. N3B knelt down to help his friend and ally, but it was too late, as Notesurfer slowly faded away along with Tyler.
(OOC: Phew, long post)
DERANGED ADMINISTRATOR STRIKES AGAIN! fixed spelling of Uriziel for ya.
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Post by Draxas on Jan 27, 2004 2:04:40 GMT -5
Draxas respawned on the bridge of the ship. The place was an unholy wreck. Sparks flew madly from damaged and destroyed control panels, and it definitely appeared that someone had manhandled the computers on purpose. Either that, or a colossal battle ocurred here...
Draxas spied one console miraculously undamaged in the chaos. He connected to it with his Data Uplink, only to discover that it was the main navigation computer for the bridge. It showed that the ship was moving, and at quite a clip too. In fact, the ship seemed to be headed for the galactic rim, and uncharted space, at several times the speed of light. That simply won't do, I have no plans on leaving Earth behind today, thought Draxas, as he accessed the flight plans. Several minutes later, and the attack ship was in a wide, sweeping turn, slowly bringing itself around to reenter the Sol solar system, and eventually, Earth's orbit.
Satisfied that he would yet see his home planet again, Draxas disconnected from the navigation computer and mentally clicked on his R-Tracker. He was, after all, still in an arena, and it wouldn't be long before someone came hunting him once more. For right now though, the display was completely clear, meaning either everyone was dead, or on the other side of the ship. He was inclined to think the latter was more likely.
Wary for any surprises, Draxas left the bridge and began to make his way through the corridors of the alien ship...
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 27, 2004 8:19:07 GMT -5
“H-he-hello?” Draxas stuttered at a noise.
“Greetings” came a deep voice from the shadowy interior.
“W-who-who are you?” Draxas asked, keeping up the scared front while he tried to figure out where the voice was coming from.
“I am the shadow within . . . I come for your soul . . .” the voice again, this time clearly coming from one side of the hallway.
“Hahaha, it's just you Notesurfer. Come on out and fight now!” he taunted.
Ttsssseeeeewww
A large green object flew past Draxas head, seemingly in slow motion. Distortion around the bullet showed that it was being propelled by an anti-gravity device. It slammed into the wall, paused for a second, then exploded. Draxas was thrown on his rear by the blast, and used the small pocket in the side of the hall as cover. Too late he heard Notesurfer shoot the Azteki onto the side of his pocket. He glanced over at the other impact area out of the corner of his eye and quickly moved out of the side. It was a good thing too. The explosion of the Azteki bullet punched right through the walls of three such pockets in the hall, and it was clear that it had started much farther back than supposed. Draxas slapped his Inferno pistol onto his hardpoint system and fired at Notesurfer's Azteki. The gun melted and slipped out of Notesurfer's hand, the unexpected heat from the gun leaving a huge red welt across his palm.
“You know, your inferno pistol is the only kind of fire that my symbiote cannot protect me from. So, lets just have a swordfight eh?” Draxas smirked.
“Not a chance buddy, I know you. I may have bionics, but you have enhanced strength as well.” Draxas mused out loud to his opponent. He fired at Notesurfer's right hand, melting it completely away, the dripping liquid hitting the floor and shooting up into a brief flame. Notesurfer's face screwed up in pain. He did not have time to wait any longer. While it would be less effective, he had to proceed with the plan immediately. Quickly he grabbed the crystal of darkness from his chest with his hand, and held it up in front of him. A small beam of red light shot out from the crystal, and the entire room glowed a ghastly red. Draxas fell to his knees panting. The image of diashi, then Notesurfer, then the crystal all flashed before his eyes. Then his eyes changed. They glowed red. He stood back up again, and Notesurfer too two steps backwards.
“Ah, this is very interesting. It appears that the crystal possesses your conscious mind. However, it seems that your bionics function off of your subconscious. How very interesting, this means that you should be able to-” Notesurfer's speculations were cut off by the Inferno pistol blazing it's way through his heart. He fell to the ground, his flaming body slowly fading away. Draxas stalked off, half of him working, half of him not quite. The psychotic killer slunk away, quite unlike his normal behavior . . .
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Post by Draxas on Jan 27, 2004 13:24:34 GMT -5
[glow=red,5,600]It's been a long time, human![/glow]
The grating, hideous laughter of Daishi rang out in Draxas's mind, and he screamed.
It's not possible! I am free of you! I've been free of you for a long time!
[glow=red,5,600]Oh, you foolish little man, how I've missed our mental sparring! Though you seem to have gotten rusty in my absence, I'm sure you'll get back into form before long. After all, I'm going to be with you for a long time now...[/glow]
The demonic visage appeared in Draxas's vision once again, and the horrible laughter echoed inside his head. All he could do was scream, and clutch at his head, as he stumbled about the room.
[glow=red,5,600]You've lost this time, human! I am in control now![/glow]
I won't give in to you! I will fight!
[glow=red,5,600]Your mind is weak enough that it won't make a difference.[/glow]
And with that, Draxas found his concious self pushed into a small corner of his mind, ousted by the possessor. He had lost control over his body, though he could, in a limited fashion, still command his artificial enhancements. But Daishi's will was much stronger than it ever had been before.
An outside observer would have seen the once tall, noble warrior change demeanor very suddenly. They would have seen him begin walking stooped over, in a rather more bestial fashion. They would have seen his one natural eye take on a rather unnatural vermillion glow, in sharp contrast to the always flat and emotionless bionic eye. They would have seen him reach back with his organic arm, to draw a blade from its sheath. But worst of all, they would hear him, scraping metal on metal as he dragged the point of the sword on the floor, and laughing lowly and maniacally as he searched for blood to spill.
Draxas, a prisoner in his own mind, was only aware of the world through the lens of his bionic eye. He could see himself moving with more purpose now, toward a signal on the R-Tracker that drew ever closer. He could move his lower right arm, but only in fits and starts, and Daishi retained control over the rest of the limb. As the hunched figure burst into the hangar, he broke into a run, as Daishi was eager to slay the one he had found. The hunched, loping figure drew its sword up, and prepared to strike at the exposed back of N3B. N3B seemed unaware of the danger until the very last second, when he swung Uriziel around to parry the blow.
N3B dodged away, distancing himself from the possessed fighter. After one look, all he managed to say was "What the h*ll happened to you?"
The hunched figure laughed, a terrible, evil sound. When he spoke, it was a twisted mockery of the voice of the one he should be, shadowed by undertones of the deep, bestial voice of the possessor. The simple reply:
[glow=red,2,300]"BLaMe nOTesUrFEr..."[/glow]
And with that, he sprang at N3B again.
A furious series of blows was exchanged, but Daishi fought with a violent ferocity and unorthodox style that kept N3B from making much headway. Even when it seemed that N3B would be able to slip an attack past, Daishi would use the bionic arm to defend himself, it being an attachment he had no use for. Before long, Daishi parried a blow from Uriziel with the arm, and the blade stuck in the titanium steel, sending a shower of sparks to the floor. As N3B struggled to pull his sword free, Daishi struck downward with his own blade, hacking off the valiant warrior's right arm, head, and a fair chunk of his torso. N3B collapsed bloodily to the floor, and Daishi yanked Uriziel free and flung the blade across the room.
[glow=red,2,300]"ThIS iS onLy THe bEgiNnINg..."[/glow]
[glow=red,5,600]And soon I will destroy them all![/glow] gloated Daishi inwardly, and Draxas had no reply.
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