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Post by Kupo on Jun 26, 2011 17:50:56 GMT -5
Ayda thought she would have time to bounce straight back onto the offensive, especially with her weapon arching in to strike only seconds after her kick. Sephiroth was too quick on the assault for this tactic however and after a flurry of stabs, each only narrowly avoided, she was pushed back onto the defensive. He raised his blade to continue in a series of slashes which Ayda needed all her skill to avoid and even then it was only just enough. She had just yanked the chain to bring the ball in from behind when Sephiroth backed off at last, spouting some arrogant prattle about a gift. She swung the ball round so she didn’t strike herself and shortened the chain as a few white strands that had failed to avoid is attacks fell softly to the ground. A thin red scratch appeared on cheek and a broader, evidently deeper one was visible on her bare shoulder. Around these wounds her pale skin was already inflamed.
She emitted a deep, unearthly growl from within her chest as she watched Rosso pick up the attack again. There was simply no denying that in her fayth form there was little she could do to match his strength. Only her agility had saved her, had they truly clashed, Ayda would have been overpowered. But that was why she was going to work with the now cyclonic woman. The two of them together may negate the need for a real display of her power, of the power that had defeated sin so long ago. With a swirl of pyreflies she healed her shoulder wound. It was in a position with the potential to trouble her in combat. The scratch on her face was too insignificant to bother with and so a gathering globule of blood on the edge of the wound burst like a tiny river from a damn and a thin stream of blood flowed over her smooth skin like a tear.
Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she leapt. The pyreflies still lingering with the magic came with her, streaking below her feet in their ever colourful display. From one side Sephiroth faced Rosso’s slashing, banging attack and on the other he had Ayda’s spiked ball to deal with. She spun it round on its chain, quite close to her body, so that it came down at him and continued the circle to strike the same way again and again until at last she lost the momentum from her jump and she fell back down to the rubble strewn ground, landing gently on springy knees. Working together should make this battle easier but if the moment called for a transformation she knew she was too lost to it to resist. In the mean time she paused, waiting to see what Rosso and Sephiroth would do so that her efforts were coordinated with the woman’s.
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Post by Bhatar on Jul 28, 2011 22:18:26 GMT -5
He smiled.
The battlefield was refreshing. He need not think. All he needed to do was let his body do what he had trained it to do like a machine. The oil was distributing throughout the system, with every movement, his body remembered everything. His movements became like water, flowing seemlessly in a flurry of strikes that served as a defense against anything that came at him.
Even faced with this flurry of strikes, he did not move, only standing within a circle created within his mind, striking away anything that came at him. Again and again the attacks came, and again and again he deflected them. He felt like he was as strong as he had been originally, or even more so. This random occurance; this random world; had awakened him. He would descend on the world like he had once attempted, except, this time, he would not allow any interference.
He was slightly thrown off balance as the spiked ball came at him again, but he had no more interest in fighting. He leaped over the raging woman and onto a building behind her, deflecting attacks as he went. All the while, an arrogant smile remained on his face. He could crush these two whenever he wanted, however, both were fairly strong fighters. He was interested in who would win should they fight one on one.
He leapt to the tallest building overlooking the pair he could find and stood for a moment, studying the dusty scene slightly. Then he sat down, getting himself comfortable. He would have them fight eachother and prove their strength, or he would end them both here.
"You both have proven to be strong; but that's not what interests me." His voice carried an unearthly calm, and made his arrogance very apparent. "So I shall watch you two fight eachother. You don't seem to be allies, so it should not be problematic?" He asked, not waiting for an answer. "If you don't fight, I shall end you both here." He sat there, Masamune held lightly in his left hand.
"Show me your strength."
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frostflare
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Post by frostflare on Aug 3, 2011 22:53:09 GMT -5
Rosso growled "Coward!" She griped her blade tightly, She had only one desire but to slice that fools ugly litte head of. His white hair would look even prettier dyed crimsom from his blood. She spun her blade around several times and threw several shockwaves to the building he had landed on. Causeing it to start to colapse. "Fight!"
But then she got sight of the other person near her. She sniffed the air. "I'll slice him up after you...your corspe would make a beautifull dance....I wonder how you would look blood red?" She laughed manicly, this was going ot be fun. She spun her blade above her head much like a helicoptor blade and then slashed the earth below her.
The ground shook for a second. THe Massive impact dented the earth below her, sending cracks out from her position. "Suffer the impact!" She held her hand the sky, and a deep scarlet glew out of it. She then punched the ground. Suddenly Sevearl crimson blades shot out of the ground following the cracks in the earty, and creating many as they went. For each new crack they made, sevearl new blades spurted of them, until a whole wave of blades was heading straight for the girl. "Don't move...I want to hear it impale you Weakling!" She took a deep hideous laugh, and then rushed foward behind the blades, ready to strike.
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Post by Kupo on Aug 27, 2011 7:02:19 GMT -5
It irritated Ayda, to see Sephiroth so skilfully avoid each and every attack but she was more irked by his demand that they fight each other. It not only left him out of the way while they tired themselves out, making them easier targets when he decided to rejoin the fray, but it also destroyed her plan of using their combined strength against him. She growled lightly as he retreated and as Rosso demolished the building he had chosen to watch from she thought that they might ignore his ramblings and continue to attack him.
Rosso, it seemed, was of a different mind and as soon as she caught sight of Ayda she began to address her instead of the Mako eyed warrior that opposed them both. Not a single word Rosso sprouted forth was taken in by Ayda. She was busy trying to remember what had happened, why she was in Luca. She remembered attacking but not her reasoning behind it, but more confusing was why these two complete strangers had both shown up and started fighting back as it was evident they had no love for the city. She was roused from these thoughts quite suddenly as the red woman launched her attack.
The ground cracked and crumbles with a painful groan and from each crack came a myriad of her blades, each rushing towards the wiry fayth. With a swirl of pyreflies and not a moment hesitation she cast the most powerful wall spell she could muster and began to move forward at the oncoming barrage of blades. She was in full charge, darting this way and that, dodging with extreme skill and speed as much as she could. Those she couldn’t completely avoid crashed against her defensive spell heavily, sending a shockwave through to Ayda but she battled through regardless. Occasionally the spell would fail and a blade would make it through, clipping her limbs as she dashed through the onslaught.
When at last she came through the attack her arms and legs were bloodied and bruised but she ran on, despite the pain. Her target was Rosso and she was in sight, raising a hand to the heavens she called forth her huge holy-esque attack, causing a barrage of white orbs to pummel at her red haired opponent. Not once did she slow her charge and when she had closed the gap she lashed out viciously with her spiked ball, spinning the chain to repeat her attack as fast as possible. Her eyes burned with fury now as she powered through the pain from the slashes she had received. Had she held still and relied solely on her wall spell she would be lying behind where she stood now in ribbons.
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frostflare
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Post by frostflare on Oct 28, 2011 11:06:06 GMT -5
Rosso had not been prepared for the girls duel assualt. It was a onslought, and rosso could feel it. Each ball of light that blasted trhoguh her sent waves of pain in and out of her, searing hot pain, pain that made her wish the cool shadow could aid it.
It was like having a sunburn inside of her body, in the wound. Searing hot, she screamed with each hit. She begged in her mind for a moment to have the pain subside, her red rage still glowing about her.
But she was caught of gaurd. To focused on the pain, almost completly ignorant to the girl who came upon her with the spicked ball. She rose her blade, weakly to block one of the spins. It sent her blade flying from her grip. It struck the rock and stabed into the pavment...a testment of how hard the girl swung.
Rosso still weak, her body coverd in burned parts, tried to bring out another defense. She created a shcok wave with a last ditch effort blocking one more spin of the weapon. But still, it simply kept comeing, and it reared its third swing.
Smack, smash, press. The sound of the ball sending all its momentum made her wince. All of its power and its spikes struck her at that moment. The air in her lungs flew out of her in one exhale. Her body cracked under the shear power, and then she felt the pressure release. She was flying. Rosso was flung from the strike to the ground, landing near her weapon.
She got up, coughed up some blood and tried to speak. Her voice was weak, she was wore out, but not beaten. "You can not have my life" She pulled her blade from the ground. "I will return, and when I do, expect to die!" She laughed calously, her body was covered in blood. It oozed from each of her wounds, her chest was already turnign purple from. Her bones would have been smashed if not for being a "expiriment".
But she had to escape. She had to live to extract revenge. She had felt death before. She had felt what it did to her. She was not prepared to feel it again. She held her open hand to the sky, and it glew a vibrent red. The blood trickled from her arm and dripped on her face. "No one can ever defeat Rosso!" She let out in a billowing scream and flung the orb down in front of her. Thousands of shockwaves, and blades flung out around her. They send out dust into the world around her, and sprile din patterns outward. And in the dust She ran, her blade upo her back, blood leaving drips with each step...she escaped the city and the battle. But her vengence would be extracted one day soon.
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