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Post by Notesurfer on Dec 15, 2003 10:22:57 GMT -5
OK, guys, here's the deal. Obviously, only veterans can access this area. We Vets could assemble our own "perfect" arena on this topic, and when it reaches a certain length, I'll move it to the archives for all to view our . . . masterpiece. Rules: None! Any weapons, any gadgets. You guys are mature enough to take it from here! Lets go! We will be going to the Pelagic II. I can't remember the last time we went there . . . if ever! Anyway, so, um, yea.
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Post by Draxas on Dec 18, 2003 18:30:26 GMT -5
Draxas shifted nervously inside the jumpship as it speeded through the dark night. He was enroute to a point in the middle of the Pacific, to board the infamous Pelagic II. A government research ship, out in the middle of nowhere... he thought, How do they manage to reserve these loactions for arenas anyway?
He finished rechecking his Laptop Gun for what had to be the fiftieth time. Everything was in working order, and yet he was nervous. This time would be different, there were no punches pulled. This was an Ultimate arena, with only the best of the best present. He was honored to be selected for this veterans' arena, and was ready to show all present he was worthy despite his relatively short time as a member of the PDBA.
As the jumpship began its descent to the deck of the Pelagic II, Draxas reslung the machine gun, and withdrew Heavenshard from its scabbard across his back. He lovingly polished a small smudge away from the gleaming steel, and held the blade at arm's length to admire his work. The orb at the hilt pulsed slowly with a sky blue internal glow, which was mirrored in perfect time by the blade itself. The sword itself was a beauty to behold, a work of art crafted by the Osafune masters long ago. Draxas gripped the hilt as if preparing for battle, and enjoyed the familiarity of this weapon that he had used for so many long years. Master, this day I will make you proud. I vow to fight honorably with this, your sword, as you taught me to do so long ago. His traditional vow taken, Draxas returned the katana to its sheath, just as the pilot called back, "We'll be arriving in approximately one minute, sir."
The jumpship swept in over the landing lights of the Pelagic II, and hovered to a stop several feet off of the surface of the main landing pad at the rear of the ship. The large side door swung down, and Draxas leapt down onto the deck. He stood and waved to the pilot that he was clear, and the jumpship closed and sped off into the darkness once more.
Draxas glanced about at the landing pad, but it was completely deserted. A set of floodlights kept it well illuminated, but the pad itself was entirely featureless metal with the exception of the large, reflective, yellow H in the center. Draxas activated his R-Tracker, not wanting to be ambushed in such a vulnerable location, and found that his was the only signal aboard the ship. Looks like I'm early, he thought, as he headed inside the bulkhead the led to the interior of the vessel.
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Post by niff on Dec 18, 2003 18:55:16 GMT -5
Hmm.. This seems like this will be an interesting arena thought Niff as his ship sped through hyperspace towards earth again. He glanced at his watch again. "All out battle, with any weapons! YES!" Niff sped over to the side of his ship, fumbling for the weapons compartment. He found it, ripped a Steyr out of it's metal holster and placed it on the ground besides him.
Let's see, Pelagic II, close combat arena.
He searched through his weapons compartment. A 12GA shotgun stared mercilessly at him. He decided to put the Steyr back. He searched around and found his trusty Beretta. He flicked on the switch near the handle, and a bright red concentrated beam of light shone against the metal walls. Perfect. he thought.
"Close combat, right Zaber?" said Niff. He stripped off his armor, the blue radiance shining from the stars speeding across the cockpit. Underneath he had a black Ninja-like suit on, gauntlets with steel knuckles and thin kevlar protection underneath. He slid on Fusion into his hip sheath, and placed the Beretta into a thigh holdster. "Let's see them mess with us now."
He was slammed into the back of the pilot's seat as the hyperspace device shut off. He stared at the blank open sea, wondering wear the ship was. He scanned the water, before tapping his temple. The world around him went a bluey greeny colour. Xray vision. He spotted a giant steel object, which had markings on the side. PELAGIC II Without warning he dived from the exit of Zero with Zaber close behind. There was an almighty splash as he dived into the turquoise sea.
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Post by Raven on Dec 18, 2003 21:48:20 GMT -5
As the CI's airship travelled dangerously closer and closer to the looming sea, Raven checked his equipment for what he was sure would be his most difficult arena yet. He had his black leather jacket on in order to hold more items, and had traded in his usual green T-shirt for a navy one. As always, he was wearing a pair of jeans with his belt.
Raven's dual Falcons were in the belt holsters, and he had his Data Uplink in his inner jacket pocket. Extra clips for his Falcon were in the opposite jacket. He also had SMG ammo in there as well. This was odd for Raven, as he did not usually carry Sub-Machine Guns. However, the Laptop Gun Raven had by his side was a welcome addition to his arsenal. Raven was also carrying an array of Proximity, Timed, and Remote Mines.
Finally, Raven stood up on the ship. He found an area large enough in order to fit his needs, and then unsheathed Ravenclaw from its holster behind his back. The black staff would finally be used against his fellow PDBA'ers. Although Raven had a close companionship for nearly all of his usual teammates, the combat arenas were time for neither mercy nor remorse.
This was a special arena for Raven. After waiting for what seemed like ages, he had finally been invited to a special, "veteran" arena. This was to be an Ultimate arena, so he would be allowed to use his staff. As he practiced with his staff, the words from his master, Master Kim, came back to him:
"If you are thinking as you battle, your mind will wander. A mind that wanders is a mind that cannot battle, and therefore you will lose. Focus only on the staff and your opponent, and you shall always prosper."
Raven continued to focus on the staff. Suddenly he swung it around him, towards a metal seat on the ship. It banged into the chair with a loud bang. Raven cringed and inspected the chair. It had made a deep dent in it and had bend backwards above the indent. "Wow, that was strong," Raven said.
"Sir, we've arrived on the Pelagic II," the pilot called from the front of the ship. Raven smiled at the aspect of complete close combat, which was his specialty. He checked his gear one more time, and climbed onto the government's secret vessel. Raven was ready for anything that came along.
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Post by Notesurfer on Dec 19, 2003 9:34:17 GMT -5
A glistening white star sat in the sky. It's twinkles were punctuated by sudden red flashes. It began to move towards earth.
In the cocpit, Notesurfer grasped the controls, aiming for the small dot in the vast ocean that was the Pelagic II. His right hand reached over his head for a Falcon 2. One handed, he reloaded it, dropping the clip, throwing the gun up in the air, catching it and shoving the second clip inside. He glanced at his left wrist to confirm the existence of a crossbow. His tranquilizer materialized at his hip. Glancing at his glowing computer screen, he quickly pulled the ship into a hover, just above the roof of the ship. Apparently, the main helicopter pads were already . . . occupied. Notesurfer's muscles tensed. While his aim had never been great, he knew that there was only one thing that he was unbeatable at. And that was close combat. He flexed his muscles, and smiled.
Fortunately for him, these would be no ordinary humans. Humans armed with swords. A real challenge in close combat. For once, he would be fighting with equals. He glanced down at the inactive handle of the Darkmatter, and suddenly an idea came to him. He absorbed his guns again, and sucked in his cape. This would be a REAL challenge. Hand to sword combat, with no backup weapons. This was what the PDBA was all about. But, just in case . . . combat knives materialized all over his body, in locations only he knew.
He jumped from his ship, slid down the slippery roof and landed on the wet and rusty grated floor. Tensing up, he listened to the stealthy footsteps of his one-time teammate, Niff. This time however, he could attack when he made those annoyingly humorous remarks. He smiled again. Ultimate arena, Niff would certaintly have brought his Beretta along. Shotgun as well possibly. Well, he would see, he would see . . .
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Post by Garrant on Jan 6, 2004 8:10:22 GMT -5
Garrant had received an invitation to a special arena being held by the PDBA. It was set for close combat; luckily you could use your own weapons. Garrant looked down at the hilt of his beam saber, he didn't use it as much as he would like. "Anybody can pick up a gun and pull a trigger, only trained individuals can wield a sword." Garrant said to himself.
"Helmsman, alter course to heading 23, mark 2."
"Aye, aye General Garrant."
Garrant turned on the ship-wide communications system. "This is your captain speaking, we are going to be altering our course to take up near a small docking platform. I shall be departing the ship. Under no circumstances are to leave the Omnishaft. If you come under attack take whatever actions necessary, even if it means leaving me behind. Garrant out."
A short while later Garrant disembarked from the Omnishaft. He noticed a few of the other ships there and was glad to be seeing some of the PDBA members again. Garrant rechecked the Dark Blaster and made sure his beam saber still worked. He activated the intricate weapon and preformed a few practice slashes. He moved on to some more technical moves before finally shutting the power off and clipping the saber to the belt on his hip.
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 15, 2004 7:53:42 GMT -5
Crouched and tensed, Notesurfer felt a surge of energy. Quickly he jumped out into the hallway, metal hand in front.
“Eh? What the-oof” Notesurfer's astonishment at the empty hallway was abruptly ended by what is known as the “Dark Elevator” manuever. Many supposedly intelligent men have questioned the effectiveness of this method, but Niff's feet firmly implanted in between Notesurfer's shoulder blades left no doubt in his mind. Quickly he grabbed frantically at one foot, but his fingers slipped and Niff got off, a quick backflip landing him behind Notesurfer, sword at the ready.
“Come on Notey, don't be a pill, draw your sword!”
“Oh fine then, but don't say I didn't warn you.”
“You didn't warn me! What are you talking about?!?!?!” Niff smiled and Notesurfer reached inside his cape. His hand flipped out, but it was not holding Darkmatter. It was a small circular device, similar to a mine, only with a tube projecting out of the center.
“What's that?” asked Niff, dreading what he thought he was about to hear.
“Oh, it's just” Notesurfer threw it at Niff. He threw his hand up to block it, and it landed on his arm, quickly injecting some substance into him “my latest invention. The DNRS. Side effects may include, dizziness, nausea, and involuntary nakedness.” Niff lifted his sword and swiped, leaving a huge gash in Notesurfer's chest. Notesurfer pulled the Bullet Blades from opposite sides of his cape, and began to attack. His two small blades darted back and forth, trying to find their way around the huge broad sword that Niff wielded.
Garrant rounded the corner to the sound of clangs and bangs. A swordfight between Notesurfer and Niff was taking place, and Niff's back was facing him. Garrant raised the Holy blaster, and it began to charge up.
Niff swung his sword again and caused a huge gash on Notesurfer's shoulder. There were a few places on his body where wires stuck out and sparked sporadically. Absentmindedly he wondered why Notesurfer hadn't used the ranged feature of his weapon.
Garrant was ready to fire, but waited. He was smart, but not dishonorable.
“Niff, over here.” Niff threw a glance over his shoulder at Garrant, keeping his sword in front of him. Twirling along with his weapon, he kept it between him and Notesurfer while spinning and turned 360, finishing with a devestatingly forceful blow that completely severed both Notesurfer's left bullet blade, and his arm at the elbow. As Notesurfer slumped down in pain, blood coating the rusted floor, Niff turned to face his new opponent.
“Good, now that your facing me, I can kill you.” A white beam shot out from his arm and cleaved right through Niff's center, leaving in it's wake a giant hole in his chest. He slowly shuddered to the floor, his body disappearing before it hit the floor. Garrant stared at the body and put his arm down. He didn't notice that Notesurfer had stared at him carefully, and was raising the bullet blade.
Blam blam blam!
Three bullets quickly slid from the green blade in Notesurfer's palm into Garrant's skull. He too, fell to the ground, but much faster, his feet sliding out from under him from the force of the blow to his head. Notesurfer stood up and threw a combat knife into Garrant before his body disappeared.
“Two killed, one Nude Respawn serum injected into Niff, one arm lost. I'd say that this was my best plan yet!” Notesurfer dissolved himself, dripping down underneath the grate, to find his way through the pipes in the ship to a place he could safely regenerate his arm.
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Post by niff on Jan 15, 2004 18:29:02 GMT -5
With a jolt, Niff respawned. Naked. A cruise ship was passing by. With Zero's doors open, this was, well, rather embarassing. Niff kicked the switch up, closing the doors. He then searchd around his ship. "Armor, armor, where the hell is my armor!" he yelled to noone in particular. "I'll make sure never to get infected with that again."
Zaber skipped across from his compartment, holding a freshly washed dark blue trenchcoat, and the same ninja-esque suit he was wearing before. Donning his newly acquired repetoire, he grabbed Fusion. Broadsword.. maybe if I had a bit more maneuverability.. he concentrated. Blue light eminated from the centre of the blade. The two massive side blades dropped off and clanked to the ground. The sword then slightly curved upwards, resembling a nodachi.
It's amazing what you can do when you concentrate. With that, he grabbed his Beretta, and dived back out of Zero, with Zaber close behind.
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Post by Garrant on Jan 16, 2004 12:52:22 GMT -5
Garrant respawned inside the Omnishaft, causing quite a commotion amongst the crew. After a short explanation, Garrant returned to the arena.
"Good move Note, I won't make the same mistake again." Garrant whispered to himself. He silently crept through a narrow passage. Slowly he peeked around the corner and saw Draxas ahead of him. Garrant calmed himself and approached his opponent. Drawing his beam saber, but not activating it, he came within a few feet of Draxas. Quickly Garrant activated the energy blade and slashed across Draxas's body. Mid swing, Garrant's sword met the blade of Heavenshard. Garrant jumped back, bringing his sword into a defensive position. Draxas turned around,
"I knew you were behind me the whole time, have you no honor?"
Garrant smirked at Draxas, "Only until that honor leads to stupidity."
Garrant charged Draxas, blade ready, and with determination in his eyes.
OOC: Your move Draxas.
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Post by Draxas on Jan 16, 2004 16:25:52 GMT -5
Draxas met Garrant's charge head-on with Heavenshard, once more catching the beam saber in a parry. However, this time Garrant had put a fair bit of momentum behind his charge, and bowled the both of them over. Draxas attempted to absorb the energy of the impact and keep the deadly blade away by sliding along the floor, maintaining the contact between beam saber and katana until both blades bit into the floor behind his head. For his part, Garrant seemed to be expecting the move, and turned what looked like a graceless faceplant into a forward roll. By the time he had scrambled to his feet and spun to face his foe, Draxas had also stood and turned to face him.
"Nicely done," quipped Garrant, as he returned the beam saber to a fighting position.
"You underestimate me," retorted Draxas, as he prepared to attack. "But no more."
Draxas advanced with a feint to Garrant's right, and then a strike to his left shoulder. Garrant predicted both with precision, and countered with a slash to the gut, which was parried away. The two fighters began to match each other parry for parry, blow for blow, in a greuling endurance match. After exchanging one final set of blows, which left Garrant with a thin cut on his side, and Draxas with a gash in his left forearm, the two separated to regroup. Both warriors were breathing heavily, as they began to circle, each searching for a weakness in the other's defenses.
"You fight well, for one who would attack from behind," Draxas spat the last part, once again insinuating Garrant's lack of honor.
"Too much honor clouds good judgement," replied Garrant, in an almost snide tone.
"So you say. Attacking me from behind shows pretty poor judgement, if you ask me." responded Draxas. He punctuated the statement with a diagonal slash at Garrant's chest.
Garrant parried the blow once again, and the two once again began to exchange blows furiously. This time, however, Draxas intended to surprise his dishonorable foe. During the exchange of parries and strikes, Draxas issued the mental command to deploy his forarm weapon, and the long nozzle of the PFT emerged from its compartment. As they continued to fight, Draxas slowly manipulated Garrant's parries until he worked him into just the position he wanted...
Draxas took a quick swipe at Garrant's right arm with his blade, and Garrant, predictably, parried the blow and locked their blades. Sparks shot off of the surface of contact between the two weapons, and Draxas was sure that only the guardian spirit within his sword allowed him to fight in this manner against a solid beam of pure energy. The two fighters each sought for supremacy, in an attempt to disarm the other.
In truth, however, only Garrant fought for this supremacy. Draxas instead fought simply to resist Garrant's control of the situation, and managed to manipulate their position so that Heavenshard was perfectly parallel to the floor, and Garrant's beam saber perpendicular to the blade. This turn brought the nozzle of the PFT exactly at Garrant's head height. Draxas grinned nastily, and Garrant's eyes went wide behind their visor, a split second before a huge blast of napalm fire engulfed Garrant's head and upper torso.
Garrant almost immediately was set alight, and screamed in agony as the sticky fire chewed into and burnt his armor and flesh. Suffice to say, this was enough to break his concentration, allowing Draxas to easily disarm him of his beam saber, which cut a shallow nick out of a nearby wall before retracting back inside its handle. At this point, Garrant had begun to panic, and was rolling on the ground in a futile attempt to snuff his burning body out. This had the opposite of the intended effect, and the small puddles of burning napalm residue left in his wake only served to spread the flames to other parts of his body. It only took a short while before all of his exposed flesh was burnt to the bone, and his body shuddered one last time from the pain and panic before it finally shut down entirely.
Draxas watched the spectacle play out with a smile of grim satisfaction. While he was sure Garrant was still alive, Draxas had shouted, "Those who show no honor cannot expect any! Fight me again when you take this to heart, and we will truly test our skill!" He hoped against logic that those words would ring in Garrant's ears as he died, but he held little hope of seeing his opponent take them to heart. When Garrant had finally succumbed, Draxas sat and watched the oily smoke rise from his body for a short time. As the smoke reached the celing, the automatic sprinkler system kicked in, spraying water across the entire corridor. This only served to cause the chemical flames to spit, and spatter gobbets of burning napalm off of Garrant to burn elsewhere.
Draxas pondered his opponent as he moved to a drier area. He had always known Garrant to be honorable, and he could not fathom why someone would abandon that ideal so easily. As he entered an area where the sprinklers had not activated, he thought back to their time on the Skedar Homeworld, where they had first met. Had he been possessed by his inner demon? His behavior was uncharacteristic, but he showed none of the signs of losing control...
As Draxas entered an area where the sprinklers were once again active, he paused, and turned to look behind him. A short distance away from Garrant's still-burning corpse, one of the sprinklers had failed to activate, leaving a short stretch of dry hallway. Draxas shrugged, and turned to leave, when something caught his eye. A faint signal displayed on his R-Tracker, in a location corresponding exactly to the sprinkler head. Draxas narrowed his eyes at it, and used Heavenshard to slice the sprinklerhead cleanly off of the pipe. There was a high pitched shriek, and a small Qn'tha with swirling blue patches on either side of its head dropped to the floor amid a torrent of water.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Draxas, revolted by the creature. He brought Heavenshard around to cleave the little monster in two, but as the blade came down, it scurried underneath the grating in the floor, leaving a small hole behind, and then darted underneath the pipes below and out of sight. The faint signal that corresponded to it began to move down the hallway at an unusually fast clip.
"What the h*ll was that thing?" muttered Draxas, but already the gears were turning in his head. Swirling patches on the side of its head... Swirling storms within his eyes...
"Notesurfer!" he shouted aloud, and took off full tilt, following the faint R-Tracker signal as quickly as he could.
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Post by Raven on Jan 18, 2004 18:02:21 GMT -5
Raven walked throughout the hallways, ready for any adversaries who came along. His hearing was trained to notice any sounds in the surrounding area, and the echoing of the Pelagic II hallways made it even easier to make out an enemy move. Raven checked around every corner regardless, just in case.
Suddenly he heard scratching from the vents above him. In a flash, Raven had one of his Falcons out and pointed at the ceiling. The scratching stopped, and he took the moment to attach a silencer to the gun.
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG...
The sounding of footsteps on the metal floor came from the same direction as the previous scratching sound, which resumed for a moment but was drowned out by the approaching footsteps. Raven turned his attention to the hallway ahead, and a split-second later, was on the floor, a blinding pain in his head.
"OOOOWWWWW!" Raven yelled, and put a hand to his forehead. He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was too blurry to make out any definitive objects. He could, however, see a blending of silver and medium-brown standing before him, a creature which could only be identified as Draxas.
"What are you doing here?!" Draxas said out of frustration and anger. He had taken the impact much better than Raven; Draxas was still on his feet and already had a Falcon pointed at Raven's head.
"I was invited...apparently they thought enough of me to allow me to battle here." Raven's vision was slowly clearing, but he was still sitting on the floor of the Pelagic II.
"Get up, you're in my way. If you want a duel, you're going to have to take a rain check, I'm busy right now."
"What, you're after that scratching sound in the vents?"
Draxas hesitated, then said, "Yes. That 'scratching' is actually our friend Notesurfer, in the guise of a Qn'tha."
"Ugh...don't remind me about them," Raven said, recalling a vague memory aboard a Skedar battleship. Raven finally stood up, although his balance was a bit off. "I'd invite myself along with you, but I figure you'd rather take Note on alone. You owe me a duel, though," Raven said. He stuck out his hand, to which Draxas shook with his own human one.
"You've got it," Draxas said. Raven watched Draxas as he ran off and turned a corner. Raven checked his R-Tracker and saw a red dot being followed by the purple one just leaving the vicinity of Raven's own orange marker. He turned in the other direction, but then thought better of it and began to follow Draxas's purple marker. This should be a good show, Raven thought to himself.
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 18, 2004 19:39:48 GMT -5
www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/n64/Pelagic_II.midAfter recovering from his unfortunate run-in with Raven, Draxas continued on. Quickly he followed the signal, his pounding feet not pounding quite as fast as his elated heart. What luck! To find Notesurfer so fast was unheard of, and his single careless mistake would be his downfall. He looked up at his R-Tracker as the dot stopped, and realized he was in the submarine room. He looked down at the small dot in the pool of water and realized that Notesurfer was going to revert to his more convenient battle form before he surfaced. He watched as the dot grew larger, and larger, becoming the size of Notesurfer. Then, it still grew larger, taller, stronger. Perhaps he was going to come up in his adult form? And then, as the eight foot gnarled being crawled from the pool, he gasped. The thing looked like a demon from hell. Spikes and fangs glistened from a rough-hewn body the color and appearance of dried blood. Draxas watched as the fingerless hand slowly sprouted three clawed fingers. Darn, he had regenerated his arm. Oh well, he would still die. He glanced to his right and grabbed a shotgun off of the rack. “Notesurfer, you have a strange sense of humor.”Draxas quipped, and squeezed the trigger. The bullets glanced off the rock hard surface. “What! That's not possible! That's not fair!” “This is ultimate arena Draxas” Notesurfer said in a deep gravely voice, a red glow visible in his throat. “Anything goes. And I'm afraid that the only thing that can pierce my creation's skin is a swordblade. So have at ye!” As he uttered the last words he held forth his hand, and a blade grew from it. A bluish-black blade, with vines intertwined around it, and a worn brown handle. The only object on the sword that still gleamed was a red stone embedded in it's tip. “Well then, I guess I'm just going to have to kill you like the dragons of old eh?” Draxas took a deep breath and drew his sword. It was time. www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/n64/Pelagic_II_X.midDraxas ran forward, and his blade clanged off of Notesurfer's. The demon creature and his opponent circled each other, Notesurfer swinging periodically, but missing. His new form was too slow to hit the swiftly backstepping Draxas. Perhaps this could be used to his advantage . . . Draxas charged forward again, and the two began to slash at each other once more. The deadly dance of doom took them around the square water pool, with the submarine in plain view. Countering Notesurfer's newest stroke, Draxas slid his blade out of the way as Notesurfer prepared to pull his arm back. Notesurfer tripped forward, and the strange looking blue-black blade stuck firmly into the wooden rim of the pool. Draxas whirled the sword from pointing behind him, underneath his armpit, to the front, adding a fancy twirl and ending with his sword ready to strike. He aimed carefully and cleaved off the apparition's ear. Notesurfer heaved his sword out of the dent and swung a blow that flew from the ground towards Draxas' head with startling violence. Draxas dodged, realizing that countering a blow of that magnitude would merely hinder him more. With Notesurfer off balance once again, he swung, much harder this time. Again, and again, three times he struck, each time driving Notesurfer even closer to the ground. He raised his sword for the final blow. “Good show old chap . . .” Notesurfer whispered. Distracted by a noise, Draxas looked up to the entrance to see Raven standing there. “Your still fol-” He was stopped short by a swift punch in the gut by a ten pound spiked fist. He gasped for air, but another blow to his chest prevented him even a last breath. “You know, I suddenly like Raven a lot better” Notesurfer said, his left hand coming around a swiping his head right off of his shoulders.
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Post by Garrant on Jan 19, 2004 17:26:16 GMT -5
Garrant waited as the pain from the napalm subsided before returning to the arena. He still couldn't figure out what had come over him. It wasn't the Dark Power, this was more subtle. If it hadn't been for his constant struggles with the Dark Power, he never would have felt the change.
I won't let that happen again...What!?!
A blip much larger than normal had suddenly appeared on Garrant's scanning equipment. Two smaller blips were in the same room with it, one of the blips close to it slowly faded away. Throwing stealth out the window, Garrant took off at full speed towards the large reading.
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Post by Draxas on Jan 27, 2004 15:02:05 GMT -5
OOC: Oh fine... Draxas respawned in an extremely unusual and rather compromising position. He wound up standing right on top of Draco-Notesurfer's head. Notesurfer realized what had happened as well, and began to rear up to throw Draxas off. Thinking fast, and hoping for some luck, Draxas grabbed for anything he could get purchase on. He wound up grasping ahold of one of the horns that extended backward from Notesurfer's head, just as Notesurfer whipped his head around. Fighting the extreme G-forces, Draxas managed to hang on, which only seemed to make Notesurfer angrier. "Let go, you pest!" boomed Notesurfer, as he flung his head around once again. "Just... try... and... shake... me!" shouted Draxas, as between each word Notesurfer tried to violently shake him loose. With a few passes, Draxas could spy both Garrant and Raven, both practically rolling on the ground with laughter. Draxas mused that the sight probably would be pretty funny, if he wasn't the one who was being tossed around like a rag doll. Suddenly, Notesurfer began to chuckle, and Draxas found his handholds rapidly shrinking as Notesurfer used his shapeshifting powers to retract his horns. In a last desperate attempt to keep hold, Draxas released one hand from a horn and used it to draw Heavenshard. As the last of the horns disappeared, Draxas plunged Heavenshard directly between Notesurfer's eyes, and hung onto the hilt for dear life. Notesurfer roared with pain so loudly that it seemed to shake the ship itself. He began shaking ever more violently, trying to throw Draxas before he could inflict more damage. As he did so, however, he caused the blade of Heavenshard to turn inside the wound, making the injury that much worse. Finally, as the last of his life was leaving him, Notesurfer gave one last violent shake, and managed to throw both the sword and its wielder loose from himself, though in the process the blade cut a lethal gash up through the top of Notesurfer's skull and into his brainpan. Draxas was flung across the deck, and smashed face first into the main hangar door, leaving a Draxas shaped imprint in the banded steel. Heavenshard dropped from his now limp hand as he tipped backward out of the indent in the door and dropped heavily to the deck of the ship, possibly living, possibly not. Notesurfer, his last wound being nearly instantly fatal, dropped forward onto the deck of the ship as well, causing a minor tremor as he hit. He lay there lifelessly, bleeding boiling hot dragon's blood onto the deck of the ship, and slowly melting a hole into the lower levels.
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Post by Garrant on Feb 3, 2004 14:31:23 GMT -5
Garrant slowly walked over to where Heavenshard lay. Picking up the perfectly balanced blade, he wandered over to Draxas. He proped the weary warrior against a nearby wall.
"Alright folks nothing to see here." Garrant said jokingly.
"Seriously though, what was that thing?" he said, approaching the large hole in the decking.
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