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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 17, 2003 5:04:30 GMT -5
"I WILL NEVER SURRENDER!" shouts O'Kir mentally to Psurlon.
Even though Psurlons could do little harm to O'Kir itself, O'Kir still regreats about terrrible damages, which Jerick's cybernetic body have suffered, and about possibility of Jerick's death. Indeed, Jerick was a trusty wielder and a good friend for many years. But to bow before evil will was unacceptable to O'Kir.
As the wounded Psurlon attempts to reach for Jerick's still uninjured arm, O'Kir commands Jerick's arm to release a series of laser shots, aiming them to severe wonded Psurlon's claws...
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Post by Sightspitter on Oct 17, 2003 8:16:37 GMT -5
Of course m'lord, all you need is mention it.
Three melons appear in his hands, he tosses one (healing melons) to each of the psurlons, and the third (mystery melon) to the very middle of the arena. He then makes an announcement in a voice loud enough for all of the fighters to hear.
That third melon is there to help whoever gains ahold of it, be it monster or fighter.
The merchant than turns to Eldritch.
I hope you do not mind my decision to throw in a melon that could aid the fighters.
I hope they remember that I decide the effects of the melons aftr they are consumed, I also hope they realize something that was left by the ressurrection rings, too bad that drow didn't eat it upon being brought back like he should have.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 17, 2003 9:17:47 GMT -5
*Stepping out of the shadows briefly* Watch who you call a drow merchant. You would look strange with your guts spread all over the arena floor. I am Shadar-Kai, the shadow fey. No elfspawn am I. *Returns to the shadows and continues to study the drow*
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 17, 2003 12:06:49 GMT -5
Jerick's arm sections off into a small laser gun and fires rapidly at the psurlon's arm, tearing its claw up, but still leaving it servicable. The psurlon, instead of reacting, quickly looks upwards and catches the melon in its mouth, eating it with a single gulp. Slowly, its wounds begin to close, though the bleeding continues. The arm that Jerick just hit still looks damaged, though it is not as blatantly noticeable. The other psurlon catches the melon in midair, stowing it away and continuing to fight O'Kir.
Darkwalker grabs the polearm's shaft and twists it violently, throwing the rutterkin slightly off balance. As the other rutterkin brings its blade down, the polearm shifts and deflects the crescent edge, slicing into the drow's forehead, and slightly exposing the skull, though not penetrating through the bone. Annoyed, the second rutterkin drops its polearm, draws a jagged, green-steel sword, and gets to one knee, to facilitate the strike.
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Post by Sightspitter on Oct 17, 2003 19:04:28 GMT -5
The merchant opens a pouch and tosses the dust into the air. As it rises up the dust hangs in the air right in front of the merchant till he blows on it. The dust then swirls around the arena till it settles in every nook and cranny of the arena.
I offer you aid, yet you speak with spite towards me. Perhaps I graced the wrong group with my favor. Watch your tongue shadowdweller, for speaking out of place like that once more will result in repurcussions.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 17, 2003 23:43:49 GMT -5
Darkwalker curses again as the blade gashes open his forehead. [glow=teal,2,300]"These things never give up......"[/glow] Sighing, he feels the healing processes begin from the darkness surrounding him. Smiling, he suddenly disappears from where he is standing and steps out of the shadow Shadar-Kai casts on the ground) [glow=teal,2,300]"Thanks........"[/glow]
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 18, 2003 0:06:17 GMT -5
Finishing up the last of the melon, Ocean wipes her hands clean on a damp cloth she conjured.
Then proceeds to continue watching the violence in the arena.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 18, 2003 6:48:16 GMT -5
Nos Uthanra spins with a curse. "Your eyes are sharp, drow, to see me when I am hidden in the shadows. My kind have been dwelling in the dark when your kind still walked above the ground. What are you that you can pierce elder magic?" Since he apparently cannot hide from the drow , Nos Uthanra begins studying one of the rutterkin.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 18, 2003 8:34:26 GMT -5
Seeing that Psurlon is now nearly fully healed, O'Kir realizes, that without healing of its own, Jerick will be unable to defeat this Psurlon now. And so, O'Kir makes Jerick's body to move away from Psurlon, continuing to fire rapid laser beams at it.
As Jerick's body get sixty feet away from Psurlon, it suddenly stopped firing, and riased O'Kir high into air. O'Kir flashed with sliver light, calling upon its healing power to resore living parts of Jerick's body. But to O'Kir's great surprise, no healing effect took place...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 18, 2003 9:52:39 GMT -5
The psurlon, its reflexes honed and enhanced by its great psionic ability, twisted and leapt to dodge every single one of Jerick's laser beams. Focusing its power again, the psurlon applies a quite pressure to the cyborg's left leg, throwing it into the air and causing him to lose his balance. The other psurlon, taking advantage of O'Kir's delayed vigilance enters Jerick's mind totally and attempts to eject the sword's presence. Needless to say, the fighter's mind is taking a serious toll.
The two rutterkin wielding melee weapons stand up to face Darkwalker and Shadar-Kai. The one with the horribly jagged sword takes up a light stance, and draws a similarly built dagger. It begins to edge forward slightly, ready to attack the the two. The other 4 remaining rutterkin edge closer and fan around Shadar-Kai, Mako, and Darkwalker, cutting them off.
Elena, the mercykiller fighter/mage, now fairly recovered from her ordeal, pulls herself up by grabbing onto Mako's leg and gets herself to her feet.
Those rutterkin are masters of their weapons! Do not let them use their teamwork on you, or you will surely be destroyed... she calls out
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 18, 2003 10:05:44 GMT -5
Since Jerick's body have been seriously injuried, and since O'Kir have been distracted by constant mental struggle against one of the Psurlons; Jerick's body was easily thrown off balance by Psurlon's attack, and crushed into the ground.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 18, 2003 10:06:50 GMT -5
"Should we call for aid, Jerick?" askas O'Kir mental from his friend.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 18, 2003 10:08:20 GMT -5
Stepping out of the shadows, Nos Uthanra says to Darkwalker, "Perhaps a little teamwork is in order. You swing to the left and I shall swing to the right and let us show these demons what true darkness can do."
With that, Nos Uthanra steps back into the shadows, fading from sight, but not before he draws a pair of wickedly barbed daggers.
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Oct 18, 2003 10:12:49 GMT -5
"You mean Kate?" replied Jerick mentaly.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 18, 2003 10:15:21 GMT -5
"Who else, Jerick? Among your subjects, she is the only one to be of any use in this place." mentaly replied O'Kir to Jerick.
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