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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 3, 2010 20:29:16 GMT -5
Ayalan saw the same movement: This was not either of these two's fighting style, he KNEW this, but he also knew that perhaps they had just practiced, as she swung over and over toward him.
He blocked them constantly with his metal arm, taking each hit pretty well since he couldn't feel that pain regardless, and then the last struck a small slit in his armor, as he laughed a bit to himself, shaking his head.
"Destroyed you?! You nearly did the same to me, many a time, it was no wonder that things happened the-"He blocked another strike, totally on the defensive, "way they did! You should be happy I'm even talking to you!" He then went to the offensive, striking with his daggers.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 4, 2010 11:13:35 GMT -5
Damnit! Why was this fighting style so familiar? It was not a copy of his own but a copy of someone elses "You should be happy I'm even talking to you!" Ave roared, Roxa missed the rest of the sentence, he was too absorbed in his offensive but straight afterwards Ave started attacking him striking with a bare fist and sword but Roxa noticed something, the attacks with his bare hand would leave a graze and sometimes the sword would hit him yet he would feel nothing, as if it wasn't there, what was happening? "Aya..?" he thought briefly but then shook the idea from his head, whoever this was wasn't Ave but it wasn't Aya either, it couldn't be.
He lept away from the attacks and took a defensive stance "Who are you?!" he demanded his fingers tightening around the hilts of his swords and using the tightening of air pressure he propelled Sonorc's dagger up into his mouth, the weapon had slowly been changing while it was being imbued with more power, it now resembled a combination of both Roxa's weapons, it was crafted from a light silver chain with sharpened edges as the hilt was adorned with a dark red ruby similar to that of his obsidian blade "Who are you?!" he demanded again his voice somewhat muffled by the third weapon.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 4, 2010 19:24:32 GMT -5
And Aya could only see the mere hesitation on his opponent's actions now, as he struck some more, but Roxa kept moving just barely back! He felt himself want to attack more and more, just as ABA had wanted, when suddenly, he was taken aback.
"W..Who am I? You know damn well who I am!" He then watched as Paracelsus took the form of a spiked speaking container, a new weapon it seemed, as Ayalan swung around, slashing one more time, but when he was on the other side, ABA no longer was there, nor was Malice, but rather his own father, as he dropped one of his weapons.
"W...what is this..??" The fear and sadness in the voice was present now.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 5, 2010 12:59:29 GMT -5
"W...what is this..??" Ave growled and Roxa turned to face him and assumed he was talking about his new weapon "This is your worst nightmare" he grunted through the blade before rushing forwards, unsheathing his second sword he lept through the air spinning in circles, a deadly whirlwind of blades rushing towards his opponent, a shaded blur with small glances of silver and ruby.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 6, 2010 1:21:24 GMT -5
Ayalan watched in horror as his father started to swing, with something, strangely enough, that he would even say, "N..nightmare...That's all you are!!"
He went back, swinging against each of the strikes, until his one dagger was flung aside, then he resorted to stopping one of the blades with his metal arm, gripping tight, finally he realized something: He was bleeding, and his arms didn't feel so great.
In fact, his whole body kinda ached: Had this been only a dream? Or was this real? And this wasn't his father's fighting style at all: he was a counter artist, not a raging swordsman.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 6, 2010 12:53:26 GMT -5
The whirlwind stopped with Ave grabbing one of his blades "N..nightmare...That's all you are!!" He roared which confused Roxa slightly, why would Ave shout that? It just confirmed his fears at who he was fighting in a way.. "Wait a moment..." he muttered spitting out the dagger and catching it in his hand holding the obsidion sword "Aya...?" he said looking at the weapon the floor which now looked like a dagger, scarily it was a lot like Ayas which just made it all the worse.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 6, 2010 13:42:32 GMT -5
Ayalan looked up, and the image sorta faded between Roxa's smaller but offensive stature, and his father's cocky attitude, as he felt...to be honest, weirded out, backing away, with a shove of the sword toward Roxa, and holding his one dagger.
He felt tired now, and his armor had quite a few notches in it, as well as his arms: He was bleeding, and he was cut: But he could have sworn nothing ever touched him.
Then he looked back up, projected images of his father and Roxa: They both said, "Aya?" And Ayalan was in distraught, as he aimed his dagger out.
"...You'd..best watch yourself. I don't want to have to kill either of you."
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 6, 2010 14:29:20 GMT -5
Roxa took a step back as Aya took an offensive stance "..." Ave's appearance started shifting between the dark armoured figure and Aya "Aya..? Is it you..?" He asked raising his weapon again slightly unsure whether or not this was simply a trick that Ave was using against you "It's me... Roxa..."
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 6, 2010 22:53:48 GMT -5
Ayalan looked with confusion, shaking his head, and staring at Roxa for a moment, then back to his father, then Roxa, then A.B.A, then Roxa, then Malice.
And then he said, "It's Roxa..!"
..Suddenly, Ayalan shook his head, and felt the sting of many cuts, scrapes, and slices, his arms felt like they were on fire, and he growled, keeping his pain subsided, seething aloud, and then looking back up.
"...You..you're really Roxa?..." He saw him, he seemed...very worried, as Aya, laughed, to be simple, his armor was nearly done, and his body looked like a warzone: But that wasn't new, as he went to pick up his dagger, grinning at Roxa.
"Then surely..you know how to dodge this, it's your trademark." Ayalan reeled his hand back, and tossed his dagger toward Roxa, half heartedly, knowing he'd know what to do, if it was truely Roxa.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 7, 2010 5:43:39 GMT -5
Roxa gave a half chuckle before increasing the air pressure to his left and then releasing it in a huge gust which forced him to the right and out of the way of the dagger, his breath was somewhat laboured due to the fight and his jacket was torn in multiple places and a deep scratch was etched into his shoulder "Have I passed your little test yet Aya?" he asked with a grin on his face.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 7, 2010 11:59:49 GMT -5
Ayalan laughed as Roxa forced himself out of the way, nodding with a sigh of relief.
"No one else I know who can do that yet. So I suppose you have passed." He then felt his chest, the armor was nearly destroyed as a matter of fact, as he was left with the underarmor of metal, shaking his head and walking ahead, grabbing his dagger.
"Didn't rough you up too much, did I?" He grinned back at Roxa, but then seemed serious: This meant that Celtik was...somewhere. But the smoke had not been fully subsided, plus, the mirrors were everywhere.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 7, 2010 12:52:55 GMT -5
Roxa looked at his now tattered jacket with a glum look on his face, he'd been through a lot with it and it would take time to repair, casting it off he looked at his leather armour which was intact save for on the shoulder where that scratch was etched "Hey that might be my first scar.." he thought with an inward grin "Yeah I'm alright" he looked across Aya's tattered body and frowned slightly "You on the other hand.. Are a different story"
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 7, 2010 13:00:02 GMT -5
Ayalan folded his arms, which made his eye twitch out of a bit of pain.
He laughed to himself, as they both assessed each other's damage, and then felt the back of his head, "I've dealt with Grey's nuclear powers on my arms, and falling from a tower higher than the heavens itself. I'll live."
Of course, Aya realized he had a lot more fighting to do, so he breathed in and out, and resheathed his daggers. "I'll be fine. You can worry about me when I'm dead: Then there may be a problem." He smirked.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 7, 2010 14:34:12 GMT -5
"Nah I wouldn't worry" he said with a half-hearted chuckle, he was too tired to do anything more "I'd just kick the dust and have you replaced" he added with a chuckle wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, momentarily saddened at the thought of Grey and the other Saints "You looked like Ave... Oh by the way that's an evil spirit in my soul"
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Aug 7, 2010 17:10:03 GMT -5
Ayalan smirked, as he looked ahead at the long maze of mirrors, and started walking, motioning Roxa to come along: They still had a fight to get to.
"My spirit would haunt you forever if you could easily replace me like that." He grinned, and then looked over, at his momentary sigh, and explanation.
"Don't worry..I have my own inner demons as well..mine just aren't as active as yours, I'm sure.." He then looked at the mirrors..."I dunno what Celtik smokes..but how do you live the way we just did?"
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