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| Kaijin Surohm Posts: 1450/1852 |
Surohm's calm was obscenity creepy for the current situation, for his gentle face never faltered. While his transparent hand never stopped it's current action, an additional arm came from around his body. Granted, it wasn't fast enough to avoid a hit, but the arm went into his own body, and diverted the blade. The tendril blade pierced through his stomach, but turned right back out, as the other translucent arm guided the blade back out, and kept it at back, pulling it completely out of his body.
"Nice try, my friend" He smiled, as his for arm, the one that entered Corsic's body, continued with it's original intent. |
| FX Posts: 2392/3775 |
Corsic was definitely in a tough situation, both his arms occupied, and something lethal headed towards his chest. This was going to hurt. He grunted as the arm pierced his chest. Before it could move anymore, the blade around Corsic's hand extended outward, towards Surohm. It would continue outward until it went entirely through his body. Piercing both lungs and possibly nicking his heart. |
| Kaijin Surohm Posts: 1449/1852 |
Surohm's smile never left his face as he kept his left hand gripped on the blade of the sword. He twisted his right shoulder forward, giving him enough room to snap his right hand down, and grip Corsic's left wrist before it touches his body, using the same method he used with gripping the sword: A nearly invisible force in between both opponents' skin.
All at the same time of twisting his body, a nearly invisible arm came flying out of Surohm's back, and flew forward piercing toward Corsic's heart, giving Corsic zero time to dodge. The translucent arm is made of an unknown substance, you can just sense that it's not of magic origin and barriers would be difficult to block with, and had has the full ability to pass through any molecular structuring. If the arm manages to pass through Corsic's body, the hand with either crush Corsic's heart, and if it succeeds there or not, it will then pull itself to the side quickly enough to destroy the body with a destructive, and quite gory, trail. (For any other questions, just IM me on this one.) |
| FX Posts: 2390/3775 |
The moment after the grenade left Surohm's hand, Corsic released his blade and ducked underneath. He spun back up and grabbed the handle with his left hand. The pedals whizzed by him, two of them grazed his arm, close enough to cut, but not enough to cause them to detonate.
As he stood back up, a tendril surrounded Corsic's right hand and solidified, forming a sharp encasement. He jabbed the knife-hand towards Surohm's ribs, while keeping a strong grip on his larger blade. If the opponent let go to attempt to block the smaller blade, then Corsic could easily gut or decapitate his foe. |
| Kaijin Surohm Posts: 1446/1852 |
He shook his head softly, in sad humor, as he watched his roses counter hit each other.
He stood still, having a disturbing calm about him in the process. His eye pierced forward at his enemy, watching his movements. He raised his right hand, palm upward, forming another rose grenade, and as soon as Corsic came in close, his left hand snapped downward, and grabbed the blade in mid-slice. His skin itself was not touching the blade, but there was some space between his hand at the blade, for something transparent could be seen. In the process of gripping the blade edge, his Rose Grenade was thrown point blank at his enemies face, but not as a whole. As the grenade left his hand, it scattered into quite a number of pedals. |
| FX Posts: 2387/3775 |
Corsic brought his sword down, slicing cleanly through the rosebud. The two halves sailed past Corsic before intersecting with the storm behind him and detonating, clearing the air.
Corsic charged towards Surohm, his sword low, preparing to slash upward the moment he was in range. |
| Kaijin Surohm Posts: 1445/1852 |
Surohm left his gentle smile on his face as he lowered his hand from holding the now gone rose bud. He stood straight, his teeth showing through his soft smile.
"My my" he said to himself, halfway turning his head. "If you had not started killing my lovely garden, I may have considered letting you live... Buu~t" He slowly held both hands out around him, two rose buds formed in the extended hands. "My pride of the Surohm Clan will not permit me to do so." His left hand sent the rose into the air. As the rose glided upward, his right hand tossed the rose forward at his adversary. The airborne Rose exploded into a storm of pedals and shot forward, moving quickly. The rose storm would fly forward, and strike the enemy from behind, as the rosebud in front came at him, like a grenade: upon contact, the rose grenade would explode into a storm of highly powerful ethereal pedals |
| FX Posts: 2385/3775 |
The moment before the petals hit, the figure's corona of shadow solidified, creating a barrier. Petals embedded into the shell and exploded, leaving craters in the exterior. When the barrage had ended, the shell evaporated, revealing the man beneath. He wore a solid black outfit, with almost none of his face exposed. All that could be seen were his piercing blue eyes. A cloud of tendrils still surrounded his feet.
"Surohm, I am Corsic, third to become Shadow Lord of Death. I have no wish to end your life, but you stand in my way." Corsic extended his right arm, and a tendril shot out, forming a blade, four feet long, and paper thin. The weapon seemed to hum with energy. "Stand down, or I will be forced to eliminate you." |
| Kaijin Surohm Posts: 1444/1852 |
The tendrils immediately stopped, and was redirected away from the gardener, as if some sort of force parried the blow.
Slowly, he placed his right foot behind his left, turned around, glanced downwards at the roses that began to wither within the smoking figure's presence. A sight escaped his lips as he shook his head, closing his eyes. "While I indeed was waiting for someone, this is uncalled for..." He said with a sadness. He opened his eyes, revealing the deep blue color, and a look of gentle sadness swept over him as his roses died. "I was taking care of them for so long too..." He wiped his hands on the back sides of his pants as he recomposed himself, slowly, and he gave the figure a gentle smile. "Well then, I suppose you wish to begin. You may call me Surohm for the time being." After all, he was from the Surohm clan. He brought his right hand up, pointing it out toward the figure, palm facing upward, and an rose appeared in his hand. The rose appeared as a glass color, only the outer rims of the rose had a gentle color to them, as if the glass was made out of bubbles. Quickly, the rose spun, and quite a number of pedals came spiraling away from the outside of the rose, and funneled toward his opponent. (Ethereal Pedals: Of magical property, the pedals them self cannot burn. They have the power to punch through armor or any other physical substance as if they were paper. Getting hit by one of these rose pedals have the equivalent of a high powered gauss rifle, capable of causing basketball sized chunks to pound out of it's target. Damage of that magnitude typically destroys the target's ability to heal, or even recover from the injuries.) |
| FX Posts: 2384/3775 |
As the man gardened, a figure appeared behind him. The details of the figure were indiscernible due to the dark tendrils of smoke writhing around it. There was a crunching sound as the figure crossed into the border of the rose garden. Every plant near him instantly began to wilt.
Without warning, two tendrils shot towards the man's back. |
| Kaijin Surohm Posts: 1440/1852 |
The sky was clear as any day could be, very few clouds stretch softly across the sky in gentle lines tracing the clear blue, the sun was well on it's way toward the setting, but up far enough to leave the day brightly lit.
Perfect weather indeed. He smiled to himself as he cared for the giant rose garden that he knelt in. Roses of all types were growing in beautiful patterns causing for a sight when airborne. Reds set nicely with violets, blues set in groups in patterns, and the fabled vampiric rose lay on the outskirts of the giant field, growing slowly in the gentle shadow of trees. His silver hair was split from the side. it stretched down the left side of his face, his right deep sea blue eye, and his right ear paired with a metal clip on his lobe, was the only parts visible. He wore a very classy style clothing. A dress shirt with baggy arms, that came to wrist cuffs, over his white shirt, he wears a simple tux vest that is clipped together by a single button, and a blood red tie that lies loosely over his propped up collar. It was more or less a tux/business suit without the black coat. Swiftly he stood from tending to a small rose bush, and glanced off toward the distance at a black floating castle in the horizon. Eternity's Stand. |
