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Post by Sara on Sept 24, 2007 5:43:51 GMT -5
Sara had thought his reaction would be swift. Being blind did not keep the touch of other senses away. She slid, and was laying on the ground beneath him. Starring up at him. A dark smirk and her eyes a purified red. This was fun! She heard the fireball descend towards her she rolled to her right, and then back to her left as another one came down. Another came and she rolled to her left again, only to be sprayed by drips of holy water.
Like acid the few placid drops burnt into her skin. But she was accustomed to pain, and let them burn away, “Is that how you want to play it Angel Boy?” she laughed, and lifted herself into the air. Clouds began to darken the atmosphere, making it terrible weather to be outside. She looked down at him, “You don’t fear me do you Angel Boy?”
She laughed again, and flew towards him, but stopped moments away from his grip. Before throwing out a fist to his face, leaving a moment before kicking out at him. This was an Angel Boy, he was young and thought he was invincible, oh how that made her insides laugh. She had been there once, thought she was invincible. But that got her no where.
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Post by Xhel on Sept 24, 2007 15:03:16 GMT -5
Xhel watched Sara as he circled around her. He studied her movement and from her past attacks made her obviously predictable. She if Sara could still be called a She might be stronger and faster then him, but she was not a fighter. On the other hand he was. "Should I fear you? I love the rain." His hand grabbed a wooden stake, the other another bottle of holy water as she flew to wards him. Xhel moved his head as the fist flew by his face, he predicted she would simply use that attack as a distraction. The angel made no attempt to evade the kick, instead before the kick had hit him Xhel shattered the bottle between the two. As he was kicked hard in the gut he let out a grunt as he hurled the stake aiming at her chest.
He was knocked onto one knee using his arm to push himself up. Xhel shook his head quickly left and right. "Oh no... I fear you might of knocked the air out of me." He mocked her grabbing his chest with his right arm. " I am defeated!"
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 24, 2007 17:24:14 GMT -5
As Alena was thrown up and over Victor's head, there wasn't too much time to try and counter or situate herself for a landing. In mid air, with only Victor as a means of direction, it was hard to control her beastly weight. But she did manage a rough landing on her hind legs, falling forward to her front paws; her back to Victor's back. Her injured paw was healing nicely now. Alena did not pause after her shaky landing, but turned quickly to attack Victor's back, her claws aimed to strike deeply, one claw went for his left mighty wing, and the other claw went in between his wings to strike.
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Post by Sara on Sept 25, 2007 7:27:58 GMT -5
Sara felt the sprays of the bottle, she did not scream but held the pain in. Do not show pain, it makes you weak. She told herself. She got him, that was one thing she had aimed for, but his mocking made her even more temperamental. She caught the stake, like she had been taught to catch poles that were aimed at her chest.
“Oh no,” she gasped, “None of these concoctions will kill me,” she laughed as she held the stake in her hand admirably, “This,” she said referring to the wooden item, “On the other-hand is nice. It would look even nicer implanted in your corpse!”
With force, that is used to throw a heavy javelin far distances, she lunged the wooden stake back at him. She moved her position. Disappearing from one position to another, directly beside him. But she did not take any chances of taking him out, only stood there, and whispered in his ear, “Who’s side are you on? What is your goal? I won‘t kill you and you won‘t kill me. We both know that. So why fight? The thrill? Oh yes, that is a splendid reason to fight.”
She smirked and took a step away from him, waiting for a reply whether that was verbal or physical. She teased and worked her prey, till it could work no more. That was the fun of it.
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Post by Victor Van Alberict on Sept 25, 2007 13:15:16 GMT -5
Victor stood proud and tall as he watched forward when he lifted Alena over his head so she would twirl around to fall on the ground behind him, but as he stood there he could hear she did not land that hardly he though she would, he closed his eyes for a moment to relax and concentrate on the surroundings, using his senses to figure what was going on around him. Then as she quickly came to attack his back he opened the eyes and they glared red, he smirked evilly and when she was just some centimeters away from him he turned around quickly with his huge wings to smack her away with them, but as he did so his one wing got a bit scratched up by the push while her claws touched it though hopefully managed to move her away.
He glared in the direction she had gone and wanted to show her how strong he really was, this was just for play for him as he warmed up and now though it was time to get more on moving. Slow and careful his wings started waving and it lifted him above the ground a little as he kept on watching her, then in super speed he went back and forth all over until it surprisingly would push her even more around as his wing pikes hilted her, making her hair being cut of as he went slashing in great speed.
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 25, 2007 18:14:16 GMT -5
The force of Victor’s mighty wings pushed Alena aside. But her claws caught the skin of one of his wings and ripped it a bit. Alena rolled to her feet after getting pushed, and looked up at the new Vampyre King in his flight. But as he began flying around her in his deadly spiral of attacks, the Lycan Mother crouched close to the ground and curled around herself to leave as little of her open as possible. There wasn't too much she could do to prevent his attack. And the points of his wings cut deeply into her back and arms and legs many times. Each new slice across her back sent goose bumps down her neck, and a strong sensation of painful heat that arched her spine. Amidst the attack, Alena howled out a deafening, morose call. Not so much of pain, although it was painful, but more to surprise Victor and perhaps halt his attack. After her howl, she reached an arm out and tried to grab one of Victor’s wings or legs.
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Post by Victor Van Alberict on Sept 25, 2007 19:45:50 GMT -5
In great speed Victor went around and in circle as he slashed up Alena Wulf with his wings and claws as he went quick on, he caused much damage by this attack and smirked to himself as he flew in hyper speed and was satisfied by his powers of evil. Faster and faster he went while she crawled together to prevent the attack and the damage he was causing. Still he did not gave up but kept cutting her up, making more wounds on her body as hear skin fell of one after one in pieces. Suddenly in surprise as he went on Alena`s arm came forth in front of him and before he managed to move while he went straight on, she managed to take his foot but Victor decided not to let his super speed down. Therefor he flayed in full haste ahead as she held his foot in a strong grip but dragged her across the ground, causing her more damage if she wouldn't find a way to avoid being dragged around like Victor did to her.
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 25, 2007 20:26:54 GMT -5
When Alena caught Victor’s foot, she held onto it with a death grip, digging her claws into his flesh to make sure she would not let go. But still, his attack continued. Grinding her teeth, Alena tried to push away the sensation, keeping her attention on the Vampyre, but with each cut she could feel her flesh tear and the pain kept taunting her. So good and so bad all at once. Her other arm, she dug into the ground to try and keep herself stable and from being dragged. At one of Victor’s hits, Alena growled out in surprise, pain and pleasure both present in the scream. She kept her grips on Victor’s foot, as well as in the ground, firm, and began to pull Victor closer to her. A deadly hatred burned in her ice eyes, and she looked at Victor, beckoning him to meet her eyes and submit. His attacks still seemed to carry on as Alena pulled him closer, but she did not stop pulling him. And when he was close enough that the Lycan Mother was confident in holding her position, she let go of the ground, and dug into Victor’s thigh with her claws to pull him even closer to her. Her pelt and back and arms especially were covered in blood, and Alena stung all over; but slowly some of the wounds began healing themselves.
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Post by Xhel on Sept 25, 2007 20:45:47 GMT -5
Xhel watched with a grin, you did not have to yell to show pain. The satisfaction made him smile as she hurled the stake. He side stepped to the left and let out a sigh, flicking up a bit of hair onto the top of his head. "Well yes I agree with you, But you would have to actually have to hit me." He said before she disappeared. It took no genius to know where she would reappear. "Predictable." He said under his breath. "Whose side am I on? Whose side?" This question always made him think, but it always came to one person or at least being. "God's side. My plan? My plan is to kill until he arrives." He turned around while taking a quick step back. "When that event occurs, What is your plan? I've reserved a spot in Heaven, you've done quite the opposite. God wouldn't kill a soul, but when there are no more souls, then what?" Xhel watched he crouched in a fighting position. "I've never backed away from a fight." He said though it(Sara) did have some reason.
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Post by Sara on Sept 26, 2007 7:22:48 GMT -5
“Secured a place in heaven have we? Oh, dear. You are a good boy aren’t you?” she laughed. As much as he was annoying he was an interesting character, “Your god is not my god. In fact, I don’t have a good, nor do I worship that you call the devil. I just live.”
She watched him move into the crouching position, “Predictable,” she re-used his words. She knew the crouching position all to well, “If there was a god he left this place along time ago. He will not come back. Why do you think he sends his little army of saints down here then?”
She transported herself to another place, up in a tree. She stood, watching down at him. He had been in a tree when she had first seen him about. But how was she going to hit him? He had already proved himself a good combatant. She would have to do the un-thinkable and trick him into thinking he was winning, and then use his glory over him, then throw him back into the shadows.
When he had said she practically had no soul. She wondered about that. She was still different to the others around her, what if she still had some of it?
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Post by Xhel on Sept 26, 2007 14:58:18 GMT -5
"You live how amazing? That makes you just like me. You have a pulse, you grow old? Do you have any other emotion then hatred and anger? I bet you could love to. Do not be fooled by lust, the two are much diffrent." Xhel said there was no real tone behind his words.
"God sends down his army of saints? Really where?" He looked around as if he was dazed or confused. It was obviously in mockery. "Saint Richards, Mary, John, Peter! I'm so excited that all of you have joined me." Xhel hid a grin, God left long ago? He knew other wise.
At that time Sara dissapered, he looked around left and right. There was no sign of her yet he didn't let his guard down. He was to wary. But he would not let this short break go to waste. Spottinig Alena and Victor fighting in the distance he noticed the lycan slowing him down. He hurled a dozen or so orbs knowing they would not have the same affect on Alena that they would of Victor.
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Post by Victor Van Alberict on Sept 26, 2007 20:50:02 GMT -5
Victor went on in great speed as Alena hanged on his foot with her grip, sliding her against the ground as he went but could feel that he slightly slowed down while he went. Alena was stopping him and pulled herself closer so she could be able to attack him in close combat as she stood ground, it was powerful what she did to stop him but Victor could not speed up anymore. Therefor he turned to her, glaring into her eyes and held onto her but could feel her claws touching his skin and went deep. It did hurt but was ignored as his mind was fixed on what to do next, they stood close and now more then ever."You are strong lady Wulf but not that strong."Victor said deep and dark, his eyes glowing red as he slowly drawed his wings back and then suddenly pushed them forward in great speed to push away Alena back wards though was not sure if he would follow as well by her grip in his body.
He did not want to lose this battle nor did he think was as he was the king of the vampires, thinking he was the strongest of all even he was fighting a strong lycan queen. Her grip was strong along with her body, that he could feel but still he tried to stay calm and wanted control. Victor always had a backup if something went wrong, it was what he needed to succeed
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 27, 2007 1:02:32 GMT -5
“Uhn..!” Alena fell back hard at Victor’s push, and her muscles ached, but her grip on his thigh did not relent. She pulled him back as she was pushed. And the hand that had been holding his foot grabbed onto his shoulder as he was drawn down, and Alena pulled him into the motion of her fall. That had not been part of her plans, but that’s why Alena rarely made plans, or at least never really stuck to them. She was flexible and just rolled with the flow of events. And she rolled him as they came down, so he would not land on top of her, but so that she was over him. All her beastly weight she pressed on him to hold him down on the ground. Victor was a tough opponent, but she would not give him the satisfaction of letting him know her high opinion of him, and she snarled to him, “You are weak.” She glared through this Vampyre King, a look of evil, and rose a paw high into the air to clobber Victor across the face, this is for you, Raven, my Love.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 27, 2007 8:35:42 GMT -5
"Get out of my way vampire!" Vincent shouted at Trista. "A pathetic vampire cannot stop me." Vincent said as he was preparing to slay the lowly vampire, then he heard the cry of the Lycans, which gave him more hatred towards vampires. "For my brethrens!" Vincent shouted as he lunged at Trista.
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Post by Trista on Sept 28, 2007 6:41:01 GMT -5
Trista smirked and at the last second, she seemed to have disappeared but was really behind him, "You're worse, you're a blind mutt," she smirked. Ah, a lovely night indeed, blood was thick around them and such, it was all so pleasurable. "Come now mutt, I would like a real fight she taunted with a smirk.
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