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Post by Taylan on Mar 9, 2007 19:28:06 GMT -5
Clashing swords with her current opponent, the Dragoon struggled to keep her blade in defense against the man's, an anthromorph who hissed at her, letting a jerking tongue out of his mouth and towards her. Shocked, to say the least, Taylan had no time to even respond and cried out when the tongue grew a head and fangs appeared magically and disappeared -- right into her shoulder, close to the neck.
Her free hand instinctively shot out to catch a hold of the viper's tongue, wrapping it around her hand fiercely and pulled on it. He glared at her and she at him, before she roughly tugged on his tongue once more and sent him stumbling towards her, his sword no longer a threat to her.
With quick thinking, Taylan slashed apart the tongue and pushed away the screaming snake, driving her sword through his mouth and out the back of his head. He wouldn't be poisoning any one soon. Slicing her sword away, she moved past the corpses from the battle and headed out for more combat. Never mind the bloody bite on her neck, some idiot prisoner had already caught her attention, going up the stairs on the west wing.
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Post by Carmaus on May 10, 2007 0:45:53 GMT -5
As Carmaus was enjoying the pounding he was giving the human king, a small hum entered his ears. Though almost a second too late. He quickly dodged out of the way dropping the mightest human warrior known to exist as his opponent's blade quickly passed over his shoulder cutting it up as it passed. The dragon anthromorph let out a deafening roar that spewed flames in every which way. A small gust of wind was produced as the dragon backed away from the rebounding Orion.
He continued to stand tall as he stared down his opponent like he had since the beginning of the battle. Carmaus, however, was getting his full satisfaction out of this fight. Though there was more to this task then enjoying the fight. He was to cause this kingdom to fall and he would do it. If he wasn't driven by his need to fight, Carmaus wouldn't have even thought about doing such a thing. However, within the past years, the anthromorph was running out of opponents to fight. More and more warriors were retiring and less of them were rising in the ranks of their skills...none powerful enough to take on the firey might of Carmaus.
Blood dripping from his arm as the wound slowly healed and closed. Perhaps he would have to use the power of someone else to finish this fight. He didn't want to completely turn himself into a dragon. Firstly, his dragon form would prove to be too large for the hallway that they were fighting in, making him nothing more than a larger target that couldn't move. Secondly, he didn't feel it necessary to be in the form for this fight. Though he would've had a better chance of succeeding if he had just burned the place down from the outside instead. He gave a low sigh and without removing his eyes from Orion, he made it back towards the coat that he had taken off earlier.
He picked it up and pulled an object from one of the pockets that were inside of it. He wrapped the strands around his wrist and allowed the gem to dangle in the air. Flames within the small jewel seemed to move with greater power. "I wish I could pull all the stops." he spoke towards Orion, "However, it would seem that this hallway would be a bit to cramped for my full dragon form. So instead, I'm going to have to use something that was given to me. Hopefully, you'll be able to withstand what you are about to go through...just so that you will live knowing that there is another that is more powerful than you. Someone that you'll have to push yourself harder to defeat. I only hope that this will not be mine or your final battle. I will end this quickly." he stated calmly.
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Post by Orion on May 10, 2007 9:27:28 GMT -5
At first, Orion kept a smile upon his lips as he noticed that he had finally made some noticeable damage to his powerful foe. That smile soon faded once the wound sealed itself. Just where did these kinds of beings keep coming from? The king's icey blue gaze followed Carmaus as he made his way back to his coat. He watched as the anthro pulled out a jeweled amulet of some sort. Orion doubted it was just a pretty trinket. Ragnarok hummed as it sensed the arcane magics eminating from the jewel. Things were about to get even more heated. Gripping the hilt of his massive sword tighter, he responded to his opponent's words.
"I see, sorry my palace isn't dragon-friendly. I'll be sure to fit that somewhere in future construction plans, if we happen to survive this fight that is. For the sake of our fighting spirits, I hope that we both live to fight another day. Now then, if you are done showing off your jewelry, let us begin."
As soon as his final words left him, he was gone, undeterred by the heavy sword he now wielded. Appearing behind Carmaus, he swung, shockwaves spreading forth as he finished the swing. An expected miss, Orion was once more moving. This time from the side, another swing, another miss. Damn, was it just him, or had Carmaus gotten faster? Moving again, Orion kept running, searching for an opening. Strange, he felt hot all of a sudden. Looking to his upper half, he noticed that his shirt was on fire! Cursing, he stopped suddenly, ripping the burning garment off easily. Ignoring the flame's firey touch, he tossed the remains of the shirt aside, looking around for his foe, his frustration rising. It would seem that the little trinket was giving Carmaus quite the boost. Who had such power, enough to make an already strong opponent even stronger? Orion shuddered at the somewhat obvious answer.
"If I were you, I wouldnt try for any further items of clothing of mine. It would be quite silly if I had to fight you in my undergarments, or worse. Now then, where were we?"
His hands began to twirl Ragnarok around and around, spinning it so fast it was nothing but a massive blur. A great wind rose up, lashing out at whatever was not bolted to the wall. Taking slow steps backwards, Orion kept this mini-hurricane going, making his way to the nearby wall. Stopping once his back pressed safely against the stone surface, he kept the powerful winds going, hoping to knock his foe senseless. This room was definately going to need remodeling, as after this battle, Orion doubted there would be much left other than rubble and tattered cloth.
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