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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 3, 2009 22:28:51 GMT -5
Yeligar landed in Krustallos, after Vincent and him separated for a bit. He needed to train more. He rarely fought for the last 2 years since he was shipwrecked. When he was in Ghiaccio, after that fight, he was complete drain, he had the hardest time to start that fire. He need to train again, and hopefully not have a huge battle. He knew that this place was abandoned, and it rarely storms here, so he could use all of his powers, instead of just one. He decided that he needed to just fight without any elements in it. He pointed his lance at an imaginary enemy, and started to fight the space.
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Post by scarth on Dec 4, 2009 2:23:06 GMT -5
Scarth was happily jaunting along the wide open scenery in Krustallos, stopping only to admire the beauty of it's complete ruin. He was as eager as could be because he'd heard rumors that Kuukyo was dead, his castle destroyed and his men slain by the heroes. He chuckled to himself as he sang, "Ohhh, we skip on down past the sunken stone, the litters of bone all so we can seeeeeeee... A summer home for me!" After all, he'd always liked the atmosphere of Vuoto, but the whole picky issue of a king already being there made taking the place for himself a bit troublesome.
Lost in his merriment he almost pasted right by Yeligar practicing when the whirl of his lance nearily took his head off. At least it would have had the Other not blocked the weapon's path. "Huh? What'cha doing Other?" Scarth's eyes panned off to see Yeligar not two feet from him, causing his grin to grow larger. Hehehe, it is my day.
"Yeligar!" He threw his arms open as if waiting for a hug. "You rascal you! I was wondering when you were going to come to my kingdom for a visit, and here I find you fighting invisible foes. Tell me, how many are there around us? I'm sure the both of us can take them!" Scarth put up his dukes, his head frantically twisting to try and sense the non-existant enemies around them.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 4, 2009 19:49:04 GMT -5
Crap! Why is he here? Yeligar thought as he saw Scarth there. He lowered his lance and leaned on it. "Hello, King Scarth." He said, "Is there something I can help you with it?"
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Post by scarth on Dec 4, 2009 20:44:25 GMT -5
Scarth, you're being an idiot again. There aren't any invisible people, he's just training. The Other gave him a mental scolding for his behavior.
"Huh what? Oh, of course." He chuckled a little nervously under his own breath. "Anyways, Yeligar you sadden me. You haven't come to my kingdom to take me up on my offer. Originally I was here to do a little, uhh, real estate shopping. But you know coming down all this way I'm really starved. Don't suppose you could go for a bite could you?" He said with a hungry grin on his face.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 4, 2009 21:34:15 GMT -5
"No, I have nothing for you to eat." He said as he walked away. " I need to train, and I can not waste this time I have to myself with the enemy." He walked so he could have some more room to train.
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Post by scarth on Dec 5, 2009 2:57:16 GMT -5
Scarth groaned in annoyance. He's so so dull. I was hoping he'd catch on at least a little. Oh well. Rushing right up to Yeligar he snugged up close, throwing an arm over his shoulder playfully. "Look Yeligar, there's no need to be so cold. I think, that we've had a real connection over the last little while, and I like you. I like you so much in fact, that I'm going to tell you a secret."
He bounced back, looking slyly all around him to make sure no one in the barren area could possibly be hiding in wait. Feeling confident at last he cupped his hand to his face and whispered. "I want to eat you. Like, as a delicious meal." He bared his teeth and chomped down as he pointed to it, just to be really clear. "So what do you say to that? Gonna run? Fight me? Find a nice sauce to cover yourself with? Any would really be great by me, but I'd rather work up a bit of exercise before I dig in."
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 5, 2009 12:14:32 GMT -5
"There was no connection. You just wanted to eat me." He said. Sadly, this was not the first time Yeligar had to fight against someone wanted to eat him. Back in the military days, Yeligar and Vincent were trapped in a cannibalistic tribe, and had to fight their way out. He shoved Scarth away from him, and pointed his lance at him.
"If it will make the Sumata's numbers smaller, I will fight you, and kill you."
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Post by scarth on Dec 5, 2009 16:12:41 GMT -5
Scarth hit the ground and rolled up from Yeligar's shove, wiping his hand against his hungry mouth. "Heh heh he, I was hoping you'd pick that one. Come now my pirate prey, let's have us some fun!" he rushed low, zipping back and forth as he advanced towards Yeligar. Getting close enough he swiped his hand out, letting the Other's claw grow forth to cover the gap with a wide swipe. As his swipe finished he did a front flip, spiraling towards Yeligar with his legs out front, both of them meshed together in a purple drill-shaped form.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 5, 2009 17:36:41 GMT -5
Yeligar formed a shield with the 5 blades, blocking the claw, and used the Lance to block the leg attack. Once he had an opening, he swung his sheild at him, to push him away, then he stab at him with the lance.
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Post by scarth on Dec 6, 2009 2:46:22 GMT -5
Scarth stumbled back at the blow from the shield, giving him only a moment to notice the lance thrusting towards him. Arching back with a gymnast's poise he managed to just dodge the weapon's deadly tip. Following through with a backflip he righted himself, his snide grin still stuck to his face. "Oh my Yeligar, penetration on just the second date? You do move fast. But don't go thinking that quantity beats quality." He gestured towards the many blades left hanging in the air.
Ducking back into his running stance Scarth nimbly circled his foe, testing the limits of Yeligar's defense with a series of quick feints, flips and fake-outs. At the moment Scarth was a panther taunting his foe, almost begging for Yeligar to retaliate.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 6, 2009 11:42:43 GMT -5
Yeligar watched as Scarth 'danced' around him. Hmmm, I wonder if he is strongest with counterattacks... Let's test it out he thought as he pressed one blade it. The sword was suddenly covered in ice. He looked at his hand on the hilt, and it too, was covered in ice. He then stab at Scarth, while muttering something under his breath.
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Post by scarth on Dec 6, 2009 17:12:14 GMT -5
"Oh, a popsicle? Don't mind if I do!" Scarth pivoted to the side to dodge the icy blade's touch, before shoving his chest out with a manly puff. From his torso spewed an abominable mouth filled with razor teeth that crunched down on the blade, trapping it in place. Scarth fired off a series of kicks in retalliation, some merely his own leg while others whipped out as lashing blades from the Other's power.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 6, 2009 18:18:37 GMT -5
Thought so. He thought before he said, "Frozen Pavise!" An ice shield grew on his other arm, and this was size of Yeligar. He slid it in between him and Scarth's legs. "Keep kicking that, and you will be as frozen as the shield."
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Post by scarth on Dec 7, 2009 0:17:51 GMT -5
Scarth's leg struck the front of the shield, causing him to wince and hop back for a moment. "Owww, not nice. That kinda smart." Scarth leapt forward and twisted into a flying roundhouse kick. Instead of his foot hitting weakly against the frosty tower shield, a thick tendril collided with the shield. The power of the pulsating limb shattered Yeligar's defense and crashed into him, knocking him away onto the ground. Thinking he had his prey vulnerable Scarth charged in eagerly screaming, "Dinner time!" before he sprung forward, his teeth bared for a chomp.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 7, 2009 11:46:44 GMT -5
When the tendril hit Yeligar's face, it snagged the eye patch off of his face. Yeligar quickly placed his free hand, to hide what the eye patch was hiding. He raised his arm and placed his arm in the upcoming mouth. He muttered a spell, to cover his arm with a barrier to reduce damage to his arm.
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