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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Mar 23, 2011 22:18:04 GMT -5
Getting down to her knees, Miwa put her hands out in front of her, a massive iron shield guarding her vital areas, while the flames lapped over the side, scorching her elbow which still remained exposed. She wanted to scream out as the flames charred her flesh, but she bit her tongue. She would not give this man that satisfaction.
She quickly kept a current through the shield, her reiatsu steadily gathering more materials for her kusarigama to form. Keeping the iron weight propped up upon her shoulders as to avoid the view of the one hovering nearby, one hand directing a steady current through the large mass while the other hand begun to form one of the kamis, eventually splitting into two. Upon Miwa's hand leaving the shield, it collapsed into a pile of sand, Miwa quickly throwing one of the scythes at Drystan, her reiatsu causing the blade to spark violently as it hit its mark.
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Mar 24, 2011 20:42:25 GMT -5
(just a note, but I believed they are called kama) Drystan barely blocked the flying scythe, and as it clashed with his blade, the spar it released hit his cheek, leaving a thin burn mark, which would probably scar later. He gritted his teeth at the sudden pain, but didn't utter a sound. Knocking the scythe away with his sword, and then, in a flash of light, his weapon changed shape, becoming a double bladed spear, with a large blade on either end of the shaft.  Like this but of course, golden. As the spar finished forming, he would halt his decent, and start running up toward Miwa, spinning the spear over his head then bringing one end down to slash at her, not aiming for anything vital, but fully intent on giving her a run for her money. "You're better than I thought," Drystan said with a smile as he flared his reiatsu to slow her reactions, "I might have to start fighting fire with fire." |
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Mar 24, 2011 22:01:58 GMT -5
Throwing up the kama in her left hand to parry the descending blade of Drystan's spear off to his right side as Miwa maneuvered herself to her right in a graceful fluid like motion, as she used Drystan's own force against him, the blade of the spear hitting the cold earth beside her, Miwa's lips forming into a smile.
In that brief moment, Miwa swiftly grabbed the Tesla Coil connecting the two kamas, pulling the fallen kama she had thrown earlier at him, and as the scythe spun through the air, Miwa flared up her reiatsu to electrify it as it came swirling straight towards the alchemist's exposed back, intent on carving out its bloody path.
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Mar 25, 2011 22:40:53 GMT -5
(Note, new Stats, bought some items.)
Anyone could see that Miwa was making a pulling motion with her arm, and Drystan was no fool. Using the momentum of his parried attack, he pushed down on the spear and pulled himself over it, swinging it at the kama that was flying through the air toward him again, this time aiming to send it at Miwa.
As all this was happening another runic circle had appeared in front of Drystan, and fired from it a bolt of lightning, more powerful that normally generated electricity, as it was generated using the friction of various temperatures of air. This was a real lightning bolt.
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Mar 27, 2011 23:08:58 GMT -5
(Ha, keep forgetting about those items)
Miwa narrowly ducked to avoid her own kama, her left hand pulling on the kama, halting it as she pulled it back into her beckoning hand. Glancing up, she noticed the design beginning to form in the space near Drystan.
She quickly formed the conclusion that it would be similar to the others, either summoning an item or blasting her with another odd source of magic. In an act of purely self preservation, Miwa jumped quickly to the side as the bolt was shot out, Miwa rolling on the earth with a satisfied look upon her face as she had avoided the dangerous lightning, although the smell of burnt hair lingered through the air as her face turned livid, her eyes shooting Drystan a look that could kill.
"Damn you, hasn't anyone told you not to mess with a lady's hair?! Now it's ruined!!"
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Mar 29, 2011 18:54:52 GMT -5
Drystan smiled and shrugged. "It's not my fault you didn't dodge fast enough," he said with a laugh as he readied his spear for combat, "I would never willingly do damage to a woman's hair. That's bad for me as well."In a flash of violet light, his spear would change again, becoming slightly more functional, with only one blade, and a longer shaft for ranged attack. He knew to stay away from a girl who was having a bad hair day. |
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Mar 30, 2011 18:44:43 GMT -5
Fuming amongst herself, Miwa continued to eye Drystan with malicious intent as she gingerly caressed the split ends formed on the ends of her singed hair.
This guy had a bad habit of pissing her off and she wouldn't stand for it. Keeping low to the ground, she broke into another run, her arms trailing behind her, kusarigama dissipating into the wind, as her mind decided close combat would be more suitable. She weaved in and out, her body covered in a dense blue aura, trying to anticipate her adversary's next move with the pole weapon, Miwa's fingers emitting sparks wildly behind her
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 1, 2011 21:57:56 GMT -5
Drystan knew when to takes things seriously, and an enraged woman warranted taking things seriously. It was time to go all out. Reiatsu: 80 +20 = 100
Attack: 40 +20 = 60
Speed: 50 +20 = 70
Weapon Skill: 70 +20 = 90
5 Posts Remaining.
Jumping to the side, Drystan slashed out with the blade of the spear aiming to slice at her forearms as he moved through the air. When he landed, he would run toward her, and attack with the other end of the spear shaft, aiming to try and knock her back with the force of the blow. |
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Apr 3, 2011 21:51:32 GMT -5
Miwa narrowly avoided the slicing motion Drystan had tried to pull by ducking, but a momentarily lapse of judgement had her meet the shaft end of the spear, as she was sent backwards, her hands reaching down towards the broken earth as she pushed off the ground into a backwards handspring motion,and as they hit the ground, her feet skidded against the gravel as she swiftly regained her composure, deciding to up the ante as well. Her body's aura erupted in her electrified reiatsu, forming a cloak of electricity around her as she kicked off the ground, throwing herself back into Drystan's path.
Reiatsu:80
Attack:60
Speed:90
Weapon Skill:90
5 posts remaining....
With her added boost in agility, Miwa launched herself towards Drystan, another flurry of palms and thrusts sent flying towards Drystan, an expulsion of electricity shooting out with each blow, waiting for the alchemist's spear to avoid them, where if he did she would grab it and letting several surges of her reiatsu run up the shaft. |
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 4, 2011 0:23:18 GMT -5
Making a quick decision, Drystan used Alchemy to turn his spear into a large bowl shaped piece of metal in front of him, and jumped back. Miwa's strikes would hit the makeshift shield, as Drystan weaved another runic circle in the air, summoning a second golden spear of the same design from the reishi and other materials nearby.
"There's no need to get all huffy," Drystan said as he continued to maintain his distance, "its not like the damage was noticeable, and its not like your injured. This is supposed to be a friendly match remember?"
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Apr 4, 2011 18:42:14 GMT -5
Miwa clashed into the meatl barrier, her excess reiatsu shooting out over the sides in a flurry of crackling sapphire sparks, Miwa planting her foot into the barrier, using it to kick back to a safe distance, quickly regaining her composure as she landed on both feet.
Miwa smiled rather innocently, her head tilted slightly to the side as she spoke, her hands firmly planted on her hips. "Whose to say this isn't friendly?" Putting her hands onto the earth in front of her, sparks begin to fly as she pulled the same katana from before out of the cold earth.
A second later, she was on the move once again, as the flaring sword flew from her outstretched arm like a missile, its destination: the alchemist.
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 4, 2011 23:21:32 GMT -5
Spinning the spear abruptly in front of him, Drystan succeeded in knocking the sword away from him, but the short contact sent a jolt of electricity through the full metal sphere, which was transferred to the alchemist as a small shock, causing a small lapse as he tried to recover.
"Come now Miwa," Drystan said through clenched teeth, "do I look like a guy who doesn't recognize when a woman's got her knickers in a knot?"
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Apr 5, 2011 12:46:48 GMT -5
The sword flew backwards as it landed onto the earth with a clang. In an few seconds of the sword, Miwa appeared in front of Drystan, having used the sword to distract Drystan to get in closer. A devilish grin shown across her face, as she launched herself to Drystan's right side, gaining a clear shot at her target.
"I prefer it if we call it a girls' resolve."
Keeping the statement short and sweet, Miwa sent a swift chop coursing with her reiatsu straight towards the spine of Drystan, hoping to end it here with a jolt to the spinal cord. Since Drystan was still technically human, it would greatly inhibit his movement. She just had to make sure she didn't cripple the boy permanently, so the voltage was kept low enough just to provide temporary paralysis, and in turn, label her the victor.
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 5, 2011 22:44:25 GMT -5
"I don't think so."Drystan was no fool, and was a master combatant. Tactics like this were child's play. While Miwa moved, another runic circle appeared in the air, this one behind Miwa as she went in for the strike. Het chopping motion would make it half way to Drystan's back-a small jolt of the lighting jumping from her hand and shocking him painfully enough to burn through his cloak and leave a mark on his skin-when a box of iron would erupt from the ground around her, and suddenly close at the top. It was roughly shaped, but it was clearly a coffin. Inside the coffin spikes would form and jab at Miwa, however they would only be aimed to leave small cuts if she moved too much. If she didn't move at all she'd be unharmed. "Call it what you like," Drystan said with a smile as he used Alchemy to open a small hole in the coffin to reveal Miwa's face, "but the fact remains. You are steamed and I have no wish to continue this fight...now careful what you do in there, iron conducts electricity you know."
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Apr 6, 2011 22:18:43 GMT -5
Miwa was trapped inside some magician's trick, that much was a given. As her eyes darted around the inside of the makeshift coffin, she desperately tried to find some method of escape. Even her Tesla Coil was severed as it no longer connected to the katana she had left on the ground.
Of course, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the area in front of her opened up, granting her a clear view of Drystan. Miwa groaned miserably at his appearance, seemingly beaten as she replied to his comment sarcastically. "I think I preferred the darkness over what I'm looking at now."
There wasn't much she could do in that predicament, and it was starting to get to her. There was only one thing she could do without doing too much damage to herself, but it was rather unorthodox and a bit disgusting as the mere thought made her hurl. Looking towards Drystan, she flashed a rather shy smile, her sapphire eyes growing soft, granting an altogether innocent look to her as her cheeks turned a faint crimson. Her moistened lips were pouting, begging for attention,as she bit her lower lip gingerly. "So did you want a kiss as a prize as well?"
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 6, 2011 23:40:38 GMT -5
"Do you really think me that shallow?" Drystan said in mock offense, "In any case, as much as I'm sure you'd enjoy that, I never kiss on the first date."
With yet another dangerous joke out of his mouth, Drystan took a risk and used Alchemy to dissipate the front of the coffin, then held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.
"I think we should call this a draw," he said with a smile as the tattoos on his palms showed clearly, "you dealt quite a nasty shock to my back, and you got trapped in a coffin. Had we both been trying to kill each other, I think we would have succeeded at the same time."
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Apr 7, 2011 8:53:49 GMT -5
Miwa shrugged as she stepped out of the casket, her arms immediately crossing in front of her in defiance. "It was worth a shot. I was seriously thinking of sending one last crippling surge through your body, I just wanted to see if you had some shred of decency in there. Since you apparently do, it's your loss this time." The last part was clearly added with a hint of sarcasm, Miwa still rather bitter about being trapped inside the coffin.
Her eyes then darted to the hospital curiously. "So what's to be done about that wager?"
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 7, 2011 20:59:06 GMT -5
"I'm an optimist," Drystan said with a smile as he prepared for what he was going to do next, "so I like to look at a ties as both people winning."
Drystan then placed his hands on the ground, and let his reiatsu release in the form of a large flash of violent light. The flash was bright enough to blind Miwa, but when she regained her sight, she would be seeing the building around her miraculously repairing itself. The pieces of rubble began to reform as walls, and for the walls that didn't have enough materials to repair them, Drystan used the Reishi in the air, converting them into glass window panes. By the end of the show, there was a shining building, as if the hospital had just been built.
"Well I won't be doing much for the next little while," Drystan said as he collapsed on the ground, "I'll have to give you your present some other time. You can tell me now what you like, and I'll have it sent to the dojo for you."
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Post by Miwa Kiyomizu on Apr 7, 2011 22:18:33 GMT -5
Miwa looked in shock at the now new building on front of her, then glanced down at her own quivering right hand, the fingertips singed. Nothing brought her closer to her own mortality then watching others do these miraculous things while remaining unscathed. If there was one thing Miwa realized, it was that her powers drew from her own body in a sense that while she was capable of mending things with Furina, it's true nature laid in its destructive power. This was the reason she kept it at a low voltage, she secretly feared Furina, although she couldn't imagine life without it. Watching Drystan made her realize if she was to go anywhere, she would have to obtain control of Furina.
Casting a brief but insecure smile towards Drystan, Miwa simply shrugged her arms. "I don't care, make anything. I'm not that materialistic, so surprise me.Back facing Drystan she took one last glance at him. "Anyway, I'm tired, so I'm off towards the dojo." Without hesitation, she fluttered off into the alleys, Drystan disappearing from sight within mere moments. She would order some books on Tai Chi and chakras to further herself and potentially beat Drystan the next time they fought.
[EXIT]
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Post by Drystan Deverell on Apr 12, 2011 21:08:44 GMT -5
Drystan sat in the newly rebuilt hospital as Miwa departed, and began to think of a suitable gift. It was only fair...he had said he would make her something...only he wasn't very good at picking presents.
"Maybe I'll have a go at splicing flower species again," he thought allowed to himself, "I can't always end up with a giant man eating Venus."
[Exit]
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