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Post by scarth on Dec 7, 2009 15:06:59 GMT -5
Scarth grabbed the outstretched hand and bit down with all his strength, nearly frantic with pure delight as he anticipated the taste. Yet the second his teeth met with the barrier to sprung backwards in revolt. Bending over he coughed and sputtered, as if trying to rid himself of the taste. "Ugh! Blah, cough... if there's one thing that tastes anything but magical, it's magic." He wiped his hand against his tongue as he tried to wipe the flavor from his mouth.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 7, 2009 15:14:48 GMT -5
Yeligar saw an opening, and picked up his lance with the chewed-up arm. He press the tip into the ground and said "Ice Trail!" The path between him and Scarth turned to a white-ish blue color, than the ground started to shoot up icicles from the ground. They traveled closer to Scarth, Yeligar thought Hopefully this will buy me enough time to find my eye patch.
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Post by scarth on Dec 7, 2009 16:01:48 GMT -5
As Scarth spat out the last of the apparently bad taste of Yeligar's barrier the icicles struck at him as a fast approaching stream of death. Though Scarth could only look last second into the maw of ice, his face hadn't lost the smug look. With a blur of motion a stream of bladed limbs burst from his torso at random, mincing the incoming attack into harmless flakes.
At last back to paying attention to Yeligar he laughed and taunted the man. "Silly silly boy, if you think trying to catch me off guard will get you a hit, think again. The Other is watching, and he sees... everything.. Aaahahahahahaha!" His words and laugh thick with his disturbed tone.
Cut him.
Let us see it.
Taste it.
You want it don't you?
The voices spurred him on, and he nodded to himself. "Yes, yes of course. I will! I want it! I want it!" He charged down Yeligar, seemingly blinded by lust as his arms foamed with the same abhorrently colored ooze, shaping themselves into thick blades reaching down from his forearms and out. Nearing his foe he let out a scissor styled cut for his body.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 7, 2009 16:37:52 GMT -5
Yeligar picked up his lance and got knocked back by the blow. His left arm just received a new cut, from that move. Damn, there is no other option. I am going to have to use my other arm. He placed his right hand on his lance and pushed Scarth away from him. While his head was down, he raised his hand and fired a white ball into the sky. All of the sudden, the area became extremely foggy.
I can hide and maybe escape without using it. He thought as he looked for the nearest exit.
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Post by scarth on Dec 7, 2009 17:49:44 GMT -5
Scarth cheered as he felt the blade sink into flesh, and was so distracted that Yeligar's shove knocked him right on his back. As he righted himself all he could see was the dense grey haze all around him. "Ohh, now you're getting into the spirit Yeligar! A nice game of hide and seek for me to play. Shame you waited this long to do it though." From his shoulders two deformed head writhed out on wisps of the Other's flesh. The had a orcish physique to them, with their eye sockets empty. The heads snorted the air, trying to detect the oh so familar smell that leaked from Yeligar's arm.
At last they both seemed to point towards the same direction and lunged forward, their fangs fueled by the same bloodlust that engrossed Scarth. "Peekaboo! He smells you!" He again let out his depraved laugh at his foe's helplessness.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 7, 2009 19:36:48 GMT -5
Yeligar heard Scarth's footsteps and decided that he would have to use it. He press the red blade in, and pulled the white one out. He fired a a ball of light into the sky, as Scarth lunged at him. "Ustulo Shield!" A kite shield made out of fire appeared, over his arm. It was not as large as the ice one, but it is transportable. The ball of light made it sunny again, revealing their location. Yeligar's head was up, and there was a hole were an eye was suppose to be. He looked straight at Scarth, as the heads came towards him. He braced for the upcoming heads, and the fire on the shield became more intense.
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Post by scarth on Dec 8, 2009 17:40:25 GMT -5
The orcish heads, blind as they were dove straight for the outstretched arm, unaware of the danger till their mouths bit into the intense flames. Screeching in pain they backed away, hanging still in the air, waiting for some guidance. By this time the fog had lifted and Scarth could see his foe once more. Forcing the heads back into his shoulders he snarled at them, "Useless!" before turning back to Yeligar, his eyes focused on the flames around Yeligar's arm.
"Oh, what a dazzling flame! Hmm, you don't seem to be crying out in agony because of it though. How sad." Scarth moved closer towards Yeligar, slow and steady. His body looming closer, as if he was approaching for the kill. "Yeligar, you disappoint me. You haven't been much of a sport. This was suppose to be exciting, and only now you're bothering to go all out?" Extrusions of the Other's limbs began to leak haphazardly from Scarth's whole body. Eyes opened on his torso only to blink out of existence while wisps of the evil flesh crept in and out. "Do you not fear me Yeligar?"
A snap of his wrist stirred the dark emissions to bind to it, creating a single gruesome claw. Each finger was long and spindly, and ended in a razor tip. "Don't worry, by the end of this, you will." Leaping forward he swung the claw out directly at the shield's base.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 8, 2009 21:03:02 GMT -5
"Why should I need to fear you?" He said, "If that is your strategy? Making your enemy frozen with fear, then you eat them? That is a lousy plan." He looked and pulled something out of his pocket.
"If you want me to go all out, I WILL!" He placed something in his socket. When he removed his hand, a crystal eye was in the socket. The claw broke though the shield and got his chest and arm.
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Post by scarth on Dec 9, 2009 0:28:41 GMT -5
Scarth let out another maniacal laugh. "Strategy? What's that? I say you should fear me, because I am fearless." He kept up his attacks on Yeligar, clashing with the man's weapon each time. "With the Other I fear nothing because I am strong. I don't fear you little man, so I must be stronger!"
As his claw met with the lance again it clamped around the shaft, holding it firmly in place as he went face to face with Yeligar. "You will die here, and I will consume you. So unlucky for you." Scarth said with insincere pity. Bringing his head back for a moment he swung forward to ram heads with his prey.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 9, 2009 10:29:41 GMT -5
"I will not die here!" He said as swung his head at Scarth, to reduce the momentum. It still hurt, but at least he did not knocked out. "Well, I do not want to win, because you backed out of fear, I WILL BEAT YOU BECAUSE I AM STRONGER!" He felt something on his eye brow. Some small crystal were forming.
Just a bit longer... I will never die here. I can't
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Post by scarth on Dec 10, 2009 3:55:23 GMT -5
Scarth winced back from the pain for a moment, rubbing the point of impact before he looked up with the same stupefied look of glee. "Ow, you thick skulled jerk!" Snapping his other wrist to form an identical claw he abandoned his grip on the lance and moved recklessly forward with slash after slash from both of his steely tipped claws. Scarth was so engrossed in the thrill of the fight that he never took notice of the odd crystal forming on Yeligar, nor the fake eye he'd inserted moments ago.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 10, 2009 9:01:02 GMT -5
Yeligar blocked most of the attack, then he hopped backwards. He looked at Scarth and said, "You wanted me to go all out, and here I am." He looked up and then, crystals covered his body, rapidly. He didn't move after a while, then he looked at Scarth. He suddenly attacked Scarth.
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Post by scarth on Dec 10, 2009 16:07:14 GMT -5
"Ohhhh, super cool!" Scarth stared in awe, his finger hanging hooked in his mouth. "Doesn't really look too tasty though. Unless... Of course! Jawbreaker time!" Scarth rushed in with his mouth wide open only to taste the crystal fist of Yeligar's new form. He hurtled backwards several feet rolling on the ground before skidding to a stop.
His jaw hurt, and badly. He groaned to himself. "Other, what the hell?"
You can't just play around with this one anymore. There was no way you were going to learn that anyway other than that. Now smarten up and let me out you fool!
"Fine fine. Jeez, just when I was starting to have fun too." He leapt out of the way just in time to dodge another strike of Yeligar, acrobatically leaping off his shoulder and flipping far behind him. "Sorry Yeligar, but now you're really in for it. Scarth's body seemed to be writhing with something chaotic under his clothes. Like a vile purple and black ooze it covered all but his head, forming a sleek muscular body akin to a demonic being.
"Let's see which shell cracks first!" Scarth shouted out as he took off at Yeligar. He moved in with a greater speed than before, and thrust in with a brutish punch, the fist tipped with spikes on each knuckle.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Dec 10, 2009 16:57:05 GMT -5
Yeligar raised his right arm and the crystal started to grow and making a shield. It blocked the fist, but it cracked a bit. Crap, I never used this, and now, it is going to bite me in the ass. he thought. He then stabbed at Scarth with his lance.
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Post by scarth on Feb 1, 2010 4:18:51 GMT -5
Scarth's laugh continued to echo across the barren plains as the Other deftly slapped the lance down with his free arm. He continued to pound away at the shield with the spiked knuckles. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! He won't stop Yeligar. Punch after punch. It starts with a crack, and it ends with a snack!"
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