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| Match 5 - Final - Dave A. Cruxis vs Tamarah Cruxis | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 8 2012, 06:35 PM (1,061 Views) | |
| EightTailFox | Apr 8 2012, 06:35 PM Post #1 |
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Fluff Ball
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And now for something different... Special permission granted for the new outfits for the match by unanimous agreement between the fighters and judge. Just a change of cloths nothing fancy and magical guys. The match takes place on a island in the sky. The entire island is bathed in the half light of being in shadow on a sunny day. A Gothic cathedral, that would not look out of place in a major European city, dominates the center of the island. The cathedral is huge at nearly 400 feet to the tops of the two great bell towers and easily twice as long. The cathedral has all the appropriate architectural features: pointed arches, ribbed vaults, flying buttresses, stained glass windows, gargoyles and saints, pipe organ, and crypt. Outside the cathedral surrounding fields are decorated with roll after roll of evenly spaced stoned crosses. High above the what would be considered up for the island clouds decorate the sky. Beyond the clouds though is something one would not expect to see, instead of the bright blue of sky, the muted blues, greens, and browns of earth seen from up high. The entire island with its cathedral and crosses is upside down. The clouds in the sky is actually far below with the ground even farther below. Those standing on the island would find gravity normal, at least till they jump. Gravity tapers off from the island so that at 20 feet from the ground of the island the pull of gravity does a flip and things will fall to earth instead of the island. Only the pull of gravity flips, objects experiencing the flip might get a little nauseous as internals find themselves suddenly pulled the other way but generally stay in the same orientation relative to the island and earth. The strange magic used on the island effects everything original to the island, so things like books, chandeliers, stones, etc. that where on the island when the magic was cast all fall up toward the island. The 20 feet gravity flip applies inside the cathedral as well, so the fighters may find themselves in upside down rooms or even upside down to each other in the nave and aisles. As a note the cathedral and surrounding cemetery is unsanctified, meaning the cemetery ground and cathedral have been defiled by evil strong enough to remove any holy blessings and protections. To make things easier for the fighters and myself here is a few references to use for the cathedral. Posted Image Posted Image Lets have a good fight. And try not to fall guys. Dave gets the honor of starting off the fight. |
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| EightTailFox | Apr 9 2012, 03:11 PM Post #2 |
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Because there pretty lets have a few references of the inside of Cathedrals. Posted ImagePosted ImagePosted ImagePosted Image Posted ImagePosted ImagePosted ImagePosted Image The official start of Match 5 will be measured from this post. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 9 2012, 07:09 PM Post #3 |
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This is something new... That was Dave's thought as he looked up from where he was standing. Past the clouds was the earth itself. The rolling plains, the sparkling lakes, the rising mountains, all blanketed by the fluffy white clouds lazily floating by. Dave looked ahead of him, the ominously shadowed cathedral and its fitting crosses neatly aligned with one another in rows inviting him to walk forward through the rows of crosses. To his final bout, and with none other than his lovely wife, Tamarah Cruxis, where everything would be decided. It was time for him to put the curtain over the memories again. If he fought her as his wife, as his best friend and as his better half, Dave was only going to hold back and receive twice the punishment that he was dishing out. The curtain was a good way for him to show her his true potential since their last fight, and she always wanted Dave in his peak condition. In a way, it's true love right there. Half of Dave wanted to win this fight and, thus, the tournament. But he was proud of how strong Tam had become, and should she lose this fight, he would feel more like a jerk than anything. It would be like grabbing increments of dollar bills, only to have the highest increment reeled away on a fishing line. You chased after it and then slam headfirst into a wall, seeing that the last bill you were after slipped under an uplifted part of the wall. And the man reeling in the money was Dave. Was he that person? This fight deserved attire befitting of the final match. The young wolf lord wore a sleeveless dark navy blue tunic embroidered with gold along the edges that exposed his fishnet shirted chest. The shoulders were embroidered with gold as well, and on both sides of his tunic was the Cruxis family symbol, the horned head of a snarling wolf demon. Matching that tunic, Dave wore a pair of black pants of the toughest but finest and mobile Minotaur leather. The shadowy underside felt like a late spring evening to Dave. The entire place...utterly beautiful, and yet eerily quiet. Like a calm before a hurricane. Dave was armed heavily with his zanbatou strapped to his back, and on either side of his waist, his Gravedigger and Genkhakuken itched for combat. His red-rimmed gold eyes showed burning determination, a desire to redeem himself from his humiliating loss at the last tournament many years ago. This was to prove to himself, Tammy, Itachi, and his mother that he was stronger than what he used to be... Dave had a goal just like Tamarah. |
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| DarkSavior77 | Apr 9 2012, 09:12 PM Post #4 |
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I Am The Undying One
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This was it, the last round. Tam couldn't have been more proud of how far she had come. Or more determined to finish undefeated as the tournament champion. No one would question her strength or look down on her as weak now. Tam had been pumped for this battle ever since she had won the last one back against that owl Shae. She had been so excited, so ready. And then she learned her opponent was Dave. Tam would be lying if she said she didn't expect him to make it to the finals. However, she had hoped it wouldn't have been. The last thing she wanted to ever do was fight her mate. Never mind if it was for what was probably the fourth time in their entire relationship with one another. But some things were unavoidable, and if Tam wanted to win the fight and the tournament, she'd have to get over it. But she wasn't going to put a curtain over it this time. Tam was aware that Dave would have already done that. They always have agreed to doing so in order to fight. And so that was Tam's new strategy. To keep that curtain up, to be calm, and flow with her emotions. Covering things like that up never was good, and it clouded her ability to think. This time, she'd see Dave, a Dave that didn't want her anymore. He didn't need her. Didn't care about her, but only cared about winning, even if it was to break every bone in her body. Dave was now a threat to her, a deadly threat. And if he didn't care, then he didn't care about Talis. And without her, Talis would be alone. If no one took him in, he would probably die. The Dave she knew never would do that. This Dave she didn't know. It wasn't her Dave. No amount of scenery, or temperature, or broken laws of gravity could stop her from this now. Tam was not just fighting to win. Her body tensed under the new clothes she had been given; a white skirt with slits on each side to allow her to have her cat like flexibility, with a longer triangle cut of fabric behind her just to make sure nothing showed if she bent over. Her top was also white, with black bands crisscrossing from one side to under her right arm and then back up to the top of her left shoulder. The same pattern was mirrored on the backside of the white halter top. Her hair was pulled back into her normal pony tail, with the exception of a single small braid that started over her left eye and went back into the pony tail to flow down with the rest of her hair in a slender small braid amongst the other sky blue locks. Her long bangs on the right side of her face still were not tied back, since she always had them hanging there freely. Tam was in survival mode. She had been ever since she came to the upside down island. Her protective maternal urges kept her in a wary, slightly angry state. She knew what she had to do, and every inch of her body was pushing her forward now towards it. The Gothic European surroundings did nothing to take her mind away from the fight now like the other places had. She had her eyes on Dave as she stalked him in the sea of crosses, using them like so many trees in a forest. Tam gave no warning, not a single hint that she was there. Tam was a lion, an ambush predator, and she was going to take Dave out in the most fastest and efficient way possible. There would be no boasting, or introductions. He knew her. She knew him. And she was sprinting up on him from behind, silent as a cat, streaking out from a large tall cross as fast as she could so he would not smell her. Her muscles tensed and pulled with each step, granting more power and more speed with each stride. And then like a lion she struck, pulling her dagger to drive it deep into Dave's side as she drove her body into him to knock him off his feet and into the ground. And not a sound left her lips. Not a cry of rage, or roar for battle. Tam was simply a mother doing her job; protecting her son from his own father, by throwing her own body into the fight. This was no longer a tournament to her now. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 9 2012, 11:52 PM Post #5 |
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Tension was in the air. Tension told Dave that Tam was not going to be where he expected her to be. Tension told him, like a ghostly friend stalking him before dispersing into the air... Look behind you. His tail twitched slightly, his fleshy pointed ears perked up just barely, the gold earring swaying slightly, and at once, his hand went to Gravedigger's hilt. His eyes slowly flooded into a complete crimson, his survival mode engaged. Though he could not hear it, Dave could sense Tamarah stalking behind him, fast and agile like a lion should be. He could not help but smile. The stillness remained as he unsheathed his earth-based katana, the rust colored dust clouding out of the blade at once as if to signify it was awake and ready. The rusty looking metal sang for blood, and Dave turned around in one fluid motion, sweeping the edge of the sword across the ground and summoning a large dense wall of stone to rise up between him and his opponent, measuring only four feet in height. Effectively, he blocked himself from having a dagger stick two inches into his skin. The clouds of rock and dust spread away like swarms of gnats from bug spray, and Dave now cleaved Gravedigger through the large stone wall horizontally. He brought his foot up to give the upper half of the stone wall a forceful kick, hard enough to crack it every which direction while sending it sailing through the air towards Tam. I understand you are my mate, Dave thought, playing out the conversation in his head. I love you very much. You mean the world to me. But today...this round...this final match...you are a threat to my life and my son. He remained silent through his entire actions, flash desummoning to the other side of his stone wall right behind Tam before swinging his blade at her back once, wanting to let her know he was just as serious as she was. A warning slash, should it land, was all Dave needed to start this battle. |
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| DarkSavior77 | Apr 10 2012, 12:23 AM Post #6 |
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I Am The Undying One
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Tam saw the wall fly up in front of her as she charged, shielding Dave and blocking him out. Tam's bare feet slid slightly as she shifted her weight and changed directions. She came around the side of the wall, kicking off another cross to keep her speed going and to get her back on track for her to attack Dave while he was busy slicing through his own wall. He must have thought she was going to vault it. Tam wanted to keep her speed, and energy, and going around was better than going over. Grit flew at her from the collapsing and split wall, and as she made her move to stab, Dave was suddenly gone. He was on the other side of the crumbling wall now. Tam turned, grip on her dagger white knuckled as she pivoted to face him. Magenta eyes met his red ones for a brief second before she flicked them down lower to stare at the center of his chest instead. She didn't want to get stuck by his gaze or ease up by staring at his face for too long. It would drop her defenses. In a flash of steel Tam threw a dozen poisoned needles in his general direction, hoping to blanket the area around him to catch him if he dodged. No sooner had she thrown them she lunged forward again, closing the distance to keep the pressure on. Her hair flew out of her face and her skirt fluttered behind her as she once again threw herself towards Dave. Her dagger came up, prepared to block his sword and push it aside as she struck out with an open hand, claws first to try and drive them through skin and push her hand into his gut to create a deep wound. She wanted to slow him down first. "This is the worst plan I have ever come up with, but the only one that will work," Tam thought to herself as she focused only on his movements, backing away and dodging quickly out of range again all while avoiding eye contact. She brought her dagger up near her face, arms up in a defensive and lethal stance, feet apart. She began to slowly shift right, circling him, eyes never leaving the center of his chest. She was taking things slowly and carefully so as she wouldn't trip as she got closer to the rest of the wall Dave had made and broken. She also didn’t want to be mid step if he decided to rush her and leave her unable to brace for the impact and prepare for melee. In a quick move Tam quickly dropped down, breaking eye contact with his chest long enough to grasp some grit and loose gravel from the wall in her open hand. And with it, she flung it over to Dave's face, hoping to startle him and impair his vision. Nothing sucked worse than small bits of grit or sand in someone's eye. And while Dave was busy with that, Tam attacked again, this time going in low, her dagger ready to stop his sword attacks so she could slam herself into his knees with a skid, trying to injure them and push him to the ground or off balance. Her knees stung as he slid over the loose rubble that had skittered away from his wall and the small rocks hidden in the grass, scraping them lightly. The stinging was easily ignored. There were other things more important than some silly scrapes on the knees from doing a slide. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 10 2012, 11:04 PM Post #7 |
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Dave's keen eyes saw flashes of steel fly at him. All too familiar with this move...her waves upon waves of needles was something Dave dealt with all too often. Moving around wouldn't help much, and he ducked low as their two blades had crossed--his Gravedigger with her dagger--leaving his gut now well protected. His gut out of her clawed hand's reach, Dave smacked it out of the way with his own clawed hand before she leaped out of the way. His eyes never left her, and he wanted to keep the proximity close. Never use aura, never drain himself. Always keep fighting. He saw his opening, watching Tam step back carefully, and registering the opening with a simple rush at her. He was down low and running, legs behind him and torso leaning out front for extra speed, but there was an unforeseeable consequence...he was going to regret doing this, he was sure. He saw a surge of grit and rubble strewn towards his face, forcing him to close his eyes quickly before smacking as much of it out of the way as he could. The remainder of it pelted off his skin and flew this way and that, but none of it got in his eyes. He was forced to slow himself by a few steps, straightening up slightly before opening his eyes again, seeing Tam come skidding towards him. Her dagger seemed ready to block his sword, but Dave had an idea where Tam was going with this skidding. Dave lunged in a circular sidestep away from her skidding, his sword raised in his left hand and plunging towards her left shoulder as he skidded around behind her. He was hoping to disable her arm use significantly. She left her back widely exposed to him; wordlessly, emotionlessly, hiding all of his inner pain, Dave slammed his right elbow aimed for her right shoulder with the intention of disabling her needles for a time. He dared not show the pain he was feeling. The fight itself was hurting him in its own way, but he wanted to redeem himself. My damn pride...it's just gonna push everything I have away from me... |
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| DarkSavior77 | Apr 11 2012, 01:52 PM Post #8 |
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I Am The Undying One
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As Dave side stepped out of the way, Tam had to readjust herself to watch him as well as protect herself. She leaned her body forward, going down onto her stomach instead as she finished the skid and slowed it down even faster than before, and rolled quickly to get her feet under her. As predicted Dave was trying to go for the small opening she had given him, and she dodged going left, almost slamming into a cross as she used both legs and an arm to do so to miss his sword. She held her dagger up in her left hand, ready to parry any more attacks. That was a dodge Tam didn’t want to redo. It had been too close. The front of her shirt was now dusted and smeared with dirt, ruining its brilliant white. Tam wasn't going to give any openings to Dave anymore. Soon as he wasn't in front of her when she slid at him, she had shifted out of the skid and gotten up to face him. She was more ready for him now. She knew his tricks and his style. It came from fighting him so many times before. And now that he had lost his chance with that attack, Tam brought out more offensive measures. She was now aiming to drive Dave back by flinging two handfuls of poisoned needles at him again, scattering them around and over his body. She didn't know why she didn't hit him last time, and now she was taking very direct measures to do so. One handful to get him moving, and if he dodged, the second would do the trick she hoped. But there had to be something else Tam could do. She gathered some aura into her hand and slammed it down on the dry earth under her. She smiled when she felt dozens, no, hundreds of signals. The whole place was a grave yard. That had to help her some! She just wondered how long it would take the closer ones to break through their coffins and dig their way to the surface, for they felt weak and normal. They were probably just human corpses. It was time to buy some time. Tam uncoiled her razor whip, and with a grunt of effort she unrolled it with a flick of her wrist, sending the razor tipped chain singing through the air towards Dave's arms to begin tearing them open. Time after time she arched the whip chain towards him, letting the razors do their job at making lacerations by simply swinging the whip’s chain at him in a certain direction. They just needed to make contact. In all retrospect, Tam was still feeling Dave out, checking to see how much of their life together he had covered up. It didn't seem like much to her from how he was acting. He just kept standing there out of reach, letting her go to him instead. She had to wonder if it was because of the initial charge earlier. But now, she was forcing him to have to go to her if he wanted contact. Forcing him to get around the whip, which she'd send at his legs; trying to trip and snag them to make him fall to the ground. Tam was not letting him gain any distance, even backing away to ensure it. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 12 2012, 05:29 PM Post #9 |
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There really was nothing Dave could do to avoid the first volley of poison needles, but what harm would there be if he did take these needles into his bloodstream? He had taken so many of them in their past fights that now, the worst the needles’ poison could do was reduce his speed by a quarter if he stayed at full-blown energy. For now, Dave had to take it easy and, with stone-faced determination, took the first wave before holding out his hand to use a Spirit Bind, stopping the second wave from coming. He could see what her plan was, and it was trying to get distance between them. Dave would not have any of that, and he ran in low now, body blanketed in needles, a clawed hand ready to rake her arm that was now to the ground. Then she brought out the whip. Dave hated the whip with a passion, at least when it came to fighting Tam with it. He had to play the defensive for a little while now, pulling up his aura shield as he did so, feeling the chunk of energy his use of the Spirit Bind removed. It wasn’t as much as what Tam would feel after using it, but it was still enough to make Dave feel it in his aura flow alone. He watched and kept his face still as stagnant water as she was whipping pure aura around his body, advancing further on her. Even the attempt to whip at his legs to trip him wasn’t going to work; he had pure aura protecting him like a glass bubble. Dave rushed in enough to close the gap now between him and Tammy, and with one close of his commanding fist, he shot forth the bubble of protective aura like a massive energy missile. The goal? Catch Tam off guard with his aura shield, hoping to trip her up and get her stumbling as he now got himself ready to use another technique she had taught him, combined with an alteration of one of Itachi’s. Dave formed a small ball of aura in his hand, an orb of aura that, if activated by his commanding fist, would turn a being’s entire aura into its polar opposite. It was a quick and efficient way to weaken an opponent, and all he had to do was find a way to make contact. Nodding once at her exposed back again, Dave flash desummoned behind Tam with his small orb of aura burning for her entire supply of aura. With one quick motion of his arm, he threw it to her back with his palm open now, intending to slam it into her aura system. All he needed now was to make the contact complete and he would go onto the next step. |
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| DarkSavior77 | Apr 12 2012, 07:14 PM Post #10 |
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I Am The Undying One
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Tam didn't skip a beat after she had been caught in a spirit bind. He still wasn't close enough to attack yet. Such was that, he used it wrong simply. And seeing him charge was as simple as backing away as well, using the whip to make him put aura constantly into the shield to keep it powerful enough to withstand her attacks. But as he got two yards away, Tam went on the full defensive. She quickly materialized her bronze and tawny gold leathery wings to take flight. Beating them to push her back away from Dave to give her just a bit more room, she then kicked off the ground, clearing over the shield he just sent shooting after her with another flap of her wings. Tam was taking no chances with that ball of aura Dave held in his hand, so she quickly flew away. She put away her dagger and wound back up her whip as she looked for something new. Like a few of the undead puppets that just sprouted up. About the vast field in a twenty foot radius from where Tam sent out the signal, the undead were popping up left and right like daisies. A few wandered a bit aimlessly, others stood about stupefied. They all seemed to be pretty much human corpses. Like Tam guessed; nothing special. "Well? Are you going to get him or not?" She asked them. The closest five to Dave turned to lock onto him and charged as fast as their feeble decaying frames could allow. They swung their fists violently, and as they converged on Dave, it looked like something out of a horror movie. It didn't smell good either. Tam took a throwing needle that was not poisoned and pricked her finger with it, causing a small bead of blood to come forth. She alighted outside the circle, herding the roaming dead that didn't seem to know where Dave was in the right direction. Dutifully she wrote a command in blood on each one of the heads of the roaming dead. Resigned to feeling like that was the most she could do, Tam prepared to keep the wave of dead coming, and to stay out of Dave's reach. He had way too much aura for her liking. Once he was out of some, she'd join back in the fray personally. Tam had to admit it was aggravating, but if she went against Dave right now she’d only tire herself out quick like all those other times. He wasn’t her energizer rabbit for nothing. The wolf could go fighting on probably forever. And Tam knew she couldn’t. She was lucky if she could fight well for over three hours. Her victory relied on her swarming him with the undead and tiring him out in order to level the playing field. Only then would she feel that the odds of winning were equal for each other at least in stamina and aura terms. Tam knew also that if she didn’t beat him now in this fight, she never would. And then her winning all those other fights and getting to the finals would have been for nothing. “I must stay focused! If I start to left my mind wander on what ifs, I may miss an opportunity. I have to keep my mind on this fight,” Tam said, glaring at Dave once more through the sea of undead she had sent at him. Her army of puppets sent on the war path to stop him from terrorizing her and her son. Tam took a deep breath as she watched warily, bringing in oxygen into her body to keep her heart pumping hard and her adrenaline flowing easy still. She needed to be as alert as ever. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 13 2012, 10:20 PM Post #11 |
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The undead that started sprouting up around Dave took him by surprise, admittedly enough, but he kept his cool. His breathing remained calm and quiet, his blood flow remained normal, his heart rate not once increased by ay. There’d be no use if it did; Dave had Tam’s poisons in him, and even though he developed immunity to it, it didn’t mean it wouldn’t at least slow him down. Instead, he remembered he had his sword in his hand. There was a swarm of undead puppets coming around him, trying to attack him and keep the distance between him and Tam ever growing. He did know how to control the dead himself; that was not something he’d want to do though. Tam could actually bind herself with her own blood to these zombies. No, instead, Dave’s move was going to be a simple one. With Gravedigger ready, Dave kept his focus on Tam through the heads of the dead, and with one thrust of the blade into the ground, he unleashed a powerful explosion of earth and stone in a thirty foot radius, his Crushing Wolf move. The force and power of the explosion sent large, heavy mounds of earth and rock this way and that, up from the ground and straight into the air, ultimately caving in the earth. Hopefully, this would be enough to stop the onslaught of undead puppets from ever attacking him. The explosion kept a tiny little pedestal’s worth of ground for the wolf to remain standing on. He took Gravedigger back out of the ground, holding it parallel to his leg before materializing his own black, leathery wings, the membrane brilliantly intact. With one massive flap of his forty-foot wingspan, creating a massive breeze around what remained of the ground, Dave leaped with purpose, gliding across the massive crater he just exploded. His sights were set on Tam, his intents were wordless, and the only thing he could communicate with was his actions. He knew she was going to use the throwing needles or the whip again, and Dave was fairly confident he was not going to need his wings much in the fight. Before he landed his glide, he brought one wing over his body to protect himself from any potential volley of attack before dashing in close towards Tam. With a silent battle grunt, Dave unleashed his furled up wing at Tam, wanting to bat her away forcefully or get her to move away from him…any direction would suffice. Either way, Dave was going to get his result. He followed through with unleashing a spray of white hot flames in all possible directions at Tam, keeping his red eyes locked intently on her as if she were a threat. His fatherly instinct was beginning to kick in, and Dave knew in the back of his mind this was going to be a mock battle for the life of their son. Albeit, it was a mock battle that was going to be taken seriously. |
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| DarkSavior77 | Apr 15 2012, 07:50 PM Post #12 |
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I Am The Undying One
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Tam's balance wavered but held as the ground shook. Ahead she could see her undead falling down, being sucked into the earth in a wave that spread outwards from Dave. Like a massive black hole had sprung up under them and was devouring them, and it was heading her way. As it got closer, Tam could see the mechanics behind it. Dave had unleashed a ground move, caving in the earth around him. Rocks cracked loudly and dirt split apart as it seemingly disintegrated under the feet of the undead, and as it got closer, Tam flared her wings and jumped into the air, out of its clutches. However, the hole only seemed to hinder the undead, trapping them within where they got up and began roaming again in a quest to get out. Tam's eyes shifted back to Dave. The wolf demon was now airborne as well. And then he headed for her. Tam's tail stiffened defensively as she glared at him, before turning quickly, and flying away, not sticking around at all or giving him a chance to smack her with a wing. She stayed low to the ground, using her broad wings to help her zigzag effortlessly around crosses as she neared the cathedral, dodging Dave's flames all the while. Her wide short wings where perfect for tight places. Had her wings been narrow and long, she'd be unable to keep as much lift as needed to use the crosses as shields against Dave's flames. The crosses however ran out, and Tam powered ahead for the giant cathedral, something she'd never do before. But she was doing it now, flying for it to escape her own mate and his wrath. Tam tilted herself upwards, ready to head for a bell tower. Suddenly, things shifted. Her wings lost air, and her hair suddenly shifted to above her. Tam's stomach lurched and she rolled over, her cat like reflexes and instincts righting her with feet first as it registered she was falling upside down. Tam re-angled her wings, catching air to slow her down before grabbing a hold of a pane and ripped some of the tilted boards off. She pulled herself inside, chest heaving with fear. She nearly quelled it before she remembered she was fighting, and needed to hide better since Dave could easily have seen where Tam had gone. Looking down at the tilted bell inside the tower, Tam used it for a bit more height and reached for the 'floor'. She scrambled, using her tightly packed wings to reach a step as she jumped off the bell. Digging in her claws, Tam began to climb on the backward part of the stairs to go 'higher' to the next floor. Tam worked quickly to reach the lower floors, running along the ceilings after dropping down on them from the stairs as she searched for a way down faster. She reached a choir loft and could see the floors and alter below, or more correctly, above her. Tam made a run for it and jumped, beating her wings to take her away from the stained glass windows in the small ports of the tall ceiling, flying higher and away from the buttresses, arches and chandeliers to go towards the floor. She felt herself slowly go weightless, and as she prepared herself for the flip again, felt gravity take hold of her. She twisted, bringing herself around to land on the cold floor of the cathedral, in the middle of an isle in a three point stance. Dust billowed out away from her landing point, since it had been undisturbed by anyone until she showed up. Tam slowly picked herself upright into a standing position, tail waving softly as she spun her head about to each door and window, wondering where Dave would emerge. The beauty of the church was ignored by her. The first gravity flip had shaken her and the second although more prepared for, had kept her mind in a state of panic. She felt more confused now and afraid, now that she had run from Dave. Any other day the silence around her would have calmed her, but it just added to the mounting tension. Where was Dave? Where would the attack from? And when would Dave launch it? Tam took a shaky breath and put her hand back to the cold hard floor, sending out another aura search. Nothing more than a single scouting signal. The corpses wouldn't help in numbers, she knew that now. And as she stood back up and waited for something to happen, Tam prayed it would find something better that could aid her in her scramble for survival. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 17 2012, 12:27 AM Post #13 |
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His stream of fire died out as Dave closed his mouth, folding his wings inward now. Where did Tam go? He looked around the sea of crosses for any tell-tale blue hair cascading outward like a cape or kitty tail stiffened in either determination or fear. Making his own wife fear him was something Dave really did not want to do, but he kept the sheet over his mind that she was Talis’s loving mother and his dear wife. There would be no use in even lifting that sheet once. He’d just go easy again… Dave turned around, watching now as a lion-tailed spec with wings was headed for the cathedral tower. He smirked; Tam got to experience zero-g before he ever did, and she probably didn’t know off-hand what it was without him having to explain it to her. In a way, that made him happy. Happy to know Tam got to experience a cool but unusual feeling of flipping upside-down…but this was not the time to discuss that with himself. Instead, Dave leaped forward, spreading out his wings again for another glide over his crater before landing softly, folding them back into his shoulders, and dissipating their existence completely, at least for now. He made a run for the front door of the cathedral in the distance, something Dave had never willingly done since his time in Raven Village with the sex demon and Naoko. This cathedral, though, felt awfully familiar, at least in terms of aura. He opened the large, heavy door, hearing an ominous creak of ancient metal grinding against the stone and the ancient wood, sending a shiver up his spine. The sound of a cathedral in and of itself bothered Dave. But the aura still did not bother him like he thought it would inside. The inside was beautiful, and had he not been serious about this fight, Dave would have found himself lost in the sights and the echoing sounds. Pews were lined neatly in rows before him and the ceiling up above curved nicely into huge, pointy oval-shaped arcs. Dave still had his sword in his hand and his small orb of aura in his other hand. His intent was not to kill; it was to burn any aura she had left. All he needed to do now was find her, and activate it in order to render her attacks useless. What would he do to sniff her out, he wondered? The door behind him slowly slid closed, slamming softly on the outside, but inside echoing in a sound of closure. The path to closure began here. Tam stood before him, he saw, looking in every possible direction for him. He began silently walking forward, sheathing Gravedigger before wielding Genkhakuken, feeling the lightning run through it madly. Wordlessly and without a second thought, Dave swung his sword in an upward arc, unleashing a powerful bolt of lightning from within the blade aimed straight for Tam’s chest. Keeping his sword parallel to the ground and his aura bubble in his free hand, Dave made a run for her at once, wanting to close the distance. He lifted his aura-holding hand and slammed it forcefully towards her right shoulder once the distance was closed enough between the husband and wife. |
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| DarkSavior77 | Apr 18 2012, 02:58 PM Post #14 |
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I Am The Undying One
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Tam looked about anxiously, eyes flickering here and there. The air was starting to turn bad to her, it felt charged and oppressive. The feeling one gets when an approaching thunderstorm looms on the horizon. The air was charged with energy. No, with electricity. Was that static? Tam spun to check behind her and her cat eyes dilated at the sight of him there charging her, Genkhakuken at the ready. An arc of electricity was sent flying off the blade at her, crackling angrily through the air as it flew towards her. Tam rolled sideways, between two pews as Dave closed in. The bench didn’t seem to stop him at all from trying to reach her. “Stay away from me!” She yelled, angry and frightened tears welling in her eyes as the order ripped from her throat. She released her spirit bind on him to stop the attack, using her forearm to push against his wrist to send that aura attack away from her. She had to stay away from it. Her body was begging her to avoid it. She had to avoid it! As she pushed aside the attack after sending the spirit bind upon him, Tam careened forward, using the pew as a step and arched her body up over that shoulder. Claws lashed out as she did so, and she rolled onto her feet once she hit the ground. She was then back up and running in an instant. She felt her signal that she had sent out earlier calling for her. It had found something useful. Tam’s heart raced in her chest as she tried to go around the pews, trying to get past Dave back to get to the altar. She threw poisoned needles at him hastily when he was in her sights to keep him slowed down and watchful of her. But as she passed him and he went behind her she nearly panicked. He was in her blind spot and she didn’t know what he’d send after her. She vaulted over the final pew, racing up the fancy rug covered steps of the front of the cathedral’s pedestal and vaulted the altar altogether. She clawed aside the rug, feeling her aura signal beating below it, right under the thick granite stone before her. Tam wrenched her arm back, determined to get through the stone. The rune covered stone suddenly split. Tam’s arm hadn’t come down yet, her fist hadn’t struck it yet. The cathedral shook and quivered. The ground began to split. Up in the tower a bell rang dully as it was shaken onto its other side, the clapper hitting it as it fell inside the large instrument to ring out a deathly note. The entire alter and platform rose up, stone cracking and crumbling as the earth beneath heaved and bulged. Just what had Tam done? What had she found? She leapt back, staring at the spot curiously and afraid, eyes shifting to Dave every now and then so she could adjust herself and get to a safe spot from his attacks and the heaving ground. At last something emerged. A large clawed paw reached up, slammed down on the wooden alter and splintered it to pieces. Its fingers twitched, and jerked around the bits of wood under it, before it finally swatted it away. It smacked the ground several times, breaking the stone floor and tiles to dust. Another long furry arm came up, and slammed down off away from the other arm, its long claws digging into the floor and cutting the rock that was under them like a hot knife through butter. Shoulders emerged, ragged bloody and rotting. They heaved and surged, pulling, tugging the being they were attached to out from under the floor, free from its entombment. The rest of the altar’s raised pedestal was torn through and sent skywards, shattering and smacking into chandeliers to forever stay on the ceiling of the cathedral, sent upward by a large head. A large fox head was raised up, looking at the ceiling for the first time since it had been buried. Its jaws hung loose as if gasping, staring in wonderment almost, with a small rotting rag of muscle all that was left for a tongue. And then it screamed. Tam blocked her ears as the undead fox roared at the ceiling. The cathedral shook as the air suddenly became charged with a dark energy, its malice so strong Tam could taste it. It pulled itself forward and up, its back rising as its legs came free of the earth under the cathedral, no longer able to be kept in its crypts. Nine long tails flowed from it, more skeletal than anything, but with long fur that helped make it look slightly less rotted. They smacked against the back wall of the cathedral, cracking the walls and threatening to destroy it. The dark red and black rotting kitsune stomped its feet angrily, lowering its head and roaring, sweeping its head along the ground, incinerating the pews before it in a bath of flame. Tamarah was in awe at its ferocity even in death, for it seemed it had not forgotten who its foes were. The twenty five ft. shoulder high fox demon was restless, the reason the whole island was deserted, the land desecrated. Its spirit never found release or rest, and its glowing red eyes demanded payment. Tam was not about to deny it. While its head was still lowered she flew for it, beating her wings until she was above its head and landed on it sharply. The kitsune growled and swung its head to shake her off. The head stopped mid shake, and the beast froze. Slowly it turned its rage filled red glowing eyes and rotting head to look at Dave. Tam sat on its head, a set of words and symbols written across its head in her blood from her finger as she held on with both hands grasping fistfuls of dark red fur. Tam sat stone still in the middle of the commands and demonic runes. Her face no longer held fear, but a new look of determination. The fox demon howled at Dave in fury, and charged, the ground shaking beneath its feet. The fight was still on. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 20 2012, 01:29 PM Post #15 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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Another rain of poisoned needles pelted Dave all over as he kept Tam good and running, all just to try tiring her out. His game of being careful was about to be changed, up, though… He knew the tactic Tammy was about to do next once he saw her rip the carpet off the altar. A snarl formed on his face and he went for a mad dash towards her, but that stopped short as the cathedral began to shake and tremble, ringing the bell in the tower above. A series of questions ran through Dave’s head as he stood there to watch, wondering also why he was standing there still. He saw the ground splitting where Tam stood, he saw Tam leap back, and he saw a bulge of earth emerge from the split. Whatever it was she found, she’s not going to have it for long. I’ll make sure of that. This was quite the show, he thought, but he wasn’t about to stand there and keep watching. Dave went for a run again, his Genkhakuken held behind him and parallel with the ground again, a war cry ripping from his throat. His war cry was suddenly drowned out with the gigantic undead creature’s own cry, stopping him in his place even as he could suddenly feel the air around him become filled to the brim with dark aura. There was now an advantage, Dave could tell, with having this undead kitsune around. But that thing was going to have to disappear if he wanted to defeat Tam. A stream of flame was sent forth at the front-most pews, setting them on fire and forcing Dave to pull up his aura shield, watching the flames simply brush by his bubble. Had he not done this, he would have otherwise been cooked. His head was lowered, and Dave could see Tam make a flight for his head. Oh, no you DON’T! Dave bellowed in his head, lowering his bubble again before flaring his great wings. With a leap and one strong, powerful beat of the wings, Dave flew towards the great beast, whose head froze once it spotted the wolf king. A roar and a charge towards Dave was enough to make him flash desummon in mid air, summoning another five feet higher before beating his wings to gain him some more five feet in height. She did. She totally did… Another flash desummon higher and Dave hoped he had enough height to clear the kitsune…he barely made it, feeling raw, scratchy and dirty fur brush his nice leather boots. Dave could feel the tournament suddenly slipping through his fingers, but he had to keep trying. Now that Tam had summoned a powerful beast by chance, it was time Dave showed his own one-hundred and ten percent. He didn’t care that his body was riddled with poison needles, nor could he feel the effects of the poison coursing through his system. He was immune to it anyway, immune enough not to get paralyzed by it at least. Compared to the first time the poison was sent through his system years earlier, Dave had quite the adaptability. His face hardened more, showing determination, anger and a new kind of emotion, animosity. That veil had done quite a good job staying put over his memories this time. He had given himself a height advantage with what he had pulled off, or at least managed to, but not by much. Dave was just above the kitsune’s back by only three feet, and the beat of his wings from earlier sent him flying a good twelve feet thanks to the leap's momentum, but now he turned around to see Tam’s exposed back again. He spotted her writing runes right into the fox’s skull, holding back an angry growl as he pointed Genkhakuken at her back and shot out another bolt of lightning. He followed after the shot of lightning in a fast glide, adjusting his wings so he could descend towards Tam’s back. The wolf king readjusted his body now so his feet were aimed at Tam, going to kick her straight in the back to either buy time or stop her completely and throw her concentration back on him. Dave was not going to let her win this tournament that easily. He could feel blindness and tunnel vision overtaking him as he did so, the loss of his last tournament years ago resurfacing in his memories. Back in that time, Dave fought his own sensai who had threatened to kill him in the tournament just to advance. Itachi had a good idea to win tournaments, but back then, Dave was confused and let his mind cloud itself. He wanted to win back then; now he had to keep his one mock goal in mind: protect Talis! At once, Dave could feel his clouded mind clear up, the thoughts of his giggling, smiling son replacing the selfish thoughts of winning, and easily setting Tam as an enemy who was going to take Talis away from him. Any Zeron-like qualities that coursed into his mind, poisoning his ambitions like buddy water were now suddenly gone, his fatherly instinct taking over. No more in his eyes did he see Tam Cruxis the Dead Raiser, but now as a blue-haired lioness working to make his life an unhappy one all in the interest of Luna Lefay, the old man, and anybody else who envied Dave’s happiness. He swung his legs away from Tam’s back after he had made his move to kick at her to give himself some momentum for this next move. His hands gripped the Illusion Blade firmly, his arms relaxed and his target simple. He began moving his arms up, raising his sword with the tip of the blade shining gravely at Tam and the runes on the skull. With a final movement of his arms, Dave took Genkhakuken, screaming with electricity, and thrust the crackling beam straight for Tam’s right shoulder blade, aiming to impale the sword through her and also enough into one of her runes she wrote into the skull. The veil tactic really works… really works in making me a big jerk… |
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