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| Xeogaming Forums - Sim-Battle Arena - The Neverending Story: Vulkar vs. Cairoi! |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi instantly felt the pressure of Alex's defense. Understanding he could not fight it with his current power, he dropped the coat of sand, and his sword reformed into one whole blade on its hilt. He did not, however, stop using Hawkeye, as it did not tax his concentration or energy in the slightest.
Cairoi raised the sword in his hand and slowly approached Alex. With a quick step, he brought the sword down in a diagonal left-to-right slash, trying to keep the pressure on Alex as much as he could. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 93 days Last activity: 93 days |
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| Alex's concious mind still fought Cairoi's attack on his chip, but the chip was still functional. It took over as Cairoi attacked once again.
Alex stepped back, wincing as he stepped on his injured foot, and held his sword in one hand against Cairoi's sword. Not pushing, not throwing Cairoi's sword away, just holding. Holding them in a lock. If Alex had stepped forward, he would have lost this lock almost immediately. However, as he stepped back, the lock would be between the furthest third of Cairoi's sword, and closer to Alex's hilt, providing Alex with the leverage he needed to block Cairoi's strike. But as Alex swung to block, his other hand was already in play. It reached slightly forward, and from it, he fired a burst of telekenetic energy, It moved like an extended punch towards Cairoi's stomach. It wasn't enoguh to kill, only break some ribs, only injure, but Alex would take the shots he could get. Cairoi's step forward and swing would mean that all of his body's momentum would be moving towards Alex. A dodge would be almot impossible, especially if Cairoi were distracted by Alex's swing. Both enemies had been injured. Cairoi was blinded, with a small cut on his chin, and Alex had an injured foot. And yet, neither yet had the upper hand. Alex was ready to change that. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi felt the telekinetic punch hit his gut and gritted his teeth instantly, feeling the force harder than he anticipated. However, he was too invested in this battle to let that pain stop any of his concentration. He kept his weight bearing down in the clash of swords, and his focus working on the mental chip.
He lifted up his left foot and brought it down, trying to stomp Alex's wound and causing him pain. As he did this, the moss on his arms began to grow and work their way to his hands, where it began to gather on his sword. Cairoi was never one to back down. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 93 days Last activity: 93 days |
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| ooc: I'm assuming you're right handed, if you're actually left, PM me and I'll edit this. I'm also assuming, as you did no say otherwise, that you're using standard footwork, like an ordinary martial artist. If not, again, we have PMs for a reason, xD.
Alex smiled, a punch like that didn't win battles, but it definitely made them easier. No creature, no matter how powerful, could take a rib breaking punch and just smile it away. It would at the very least, slightly damage Cairoi's mental concentration. Bu it was time for battle. A swordfight works very much like a dance. There is a rhythm, there is movement, there is footwork. Like a dance always starts with the man's left foot, a battle always started with the sword foot forward. So when Cairoi swung his sword left-to-right at Alex's side, he stepped forward with his right foot, leaving his left foot back behind him. At this point, he met in a sword lock on Alex's right, Cairoi's left, side, and held the pressure. This meant that Cairoi's sword was extended from his right arm, through to his left side. A step forward with the left foot, towards Alex's own injured left foot, would require two things. First, his foot traveled underneath the sword lock, past Alex's right foor, and diagonally towards Alex's left foot. Second, in order to step forward while still retaining force on the sword lock, Cairoi would have to lean against Alex's sword, as well as moving his body forward, in order to put weight on the foot he was stomping down. Even a step forward in battle could be complicated, something Alex knew all too well. So, when Cairoi stepped forward, Alex did not step back. Instead, then as Cairoi lifted his leg and started moving it toward Alex's, Alex exerted a small telekenetic push towards the back of Cairoi's leg, not going against it, only magnifying the force Cairoi was already exerting. However, before Cairoi began to step down, Alex directed the telekenetic force upwards, which, if done properly, would swing Cairoi's foot up, and cause him to fall backwards on his back. If Cairoi did this, as he fell backwards, he would lose the swordblock. If this happened, Alex would swing his sword hard at Cairoi's left side. As Alex had expended almost no enrgy in this attack, he began conentrating again. Retaining his hold on the chip, but also on something else, gathering his energy. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| ooc: Nope, he's right handed.
BIC: In the history of traditional sword-fighting, there were rare occasions where even the most experienced warrior could counter a disarming move like the launching push Alex threw. Surely, no one could continue the stomp Cairoi had planned. But he was never afraid to improvise, and for Cairoi, the possibilities are endless. When the telekinetic kick sent his momentum upwards, Cairoi did not fight it. He continued the motion, giving up the sword clash and doing a back flip through the air, assisted by his own levels of telekinesis. He put enough distance between the two of them where Alex's slash would pose no threat to him. He landed and ran straight at Alex, collecting energy in his left hand. He brought the sword up in a slanted upper stab, while launching an energy blast at Alex's legs with his left hand. He'd keep up the assault however he needed to. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 93 days Last activity: 93 days |
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| Stabs are a very interesting attack in the battlefield. They are easy to block under normal circumstances, yet when used properly, could kill an advesary with a single hit.
Cairoi was not using it properly. Alex's implant took over, recognizing that there were two attacks, not just the stab. It looked at the energy first. It didn't have he strength to create a wall to block the energy this time, no, grabbing onto that many air molecules takes concentration. But it didn't have to create an entire wall... Energy, such as light, moves in a conic shape, spewing forth from a source at angles. However, if a shadow is created, its own conic shadow will be parallel to the angle of the light, meaning that the wider the cone of light, the wider the shadow. So Alex concentrated on a much smaller number of air molecules, creating a rod, a narrow staff in Cairoi's energy blast, leaving him and his legs in the shadow of the energy. The ground around Alex burned, the sand turning into glass. That could have been him, he could have lost his feet with a single attack. Now was not the time, he still had the stab. Alex could have dodged the stab, indeed, were he fighting with any other weapon, he would have. But he wasn't. Alex had waited to reveal one of his most deadly weapons, his nanobot sword. This weapon was comprised entirely of nanobots, living machines forming solid metal. Through magnetic linking of each of the nanobots, his sword was just as strong as any other, the only difference being, it could change form. This was the original reason for Alex creating the implant in his head, it allowed him to quickly an accurately shift the shape of his sword. While he was capable of it without the implant, he couldn't calculate the changes, alter the movements, nearly as quickly as he could with it. He lowered himself, and swung his sword at Cairoi's weapon in a horizontal. However, as Alex's sword swung, it lengthened, longer, longer still. longer than a Claymore, eight feet long. Were Cairoi to attempt a stab, he would be less than four feet away from Alex, so as Alex swung to block, his own sword should swing through Cairoi's midsection., only stopping when it hit Cairoi's sword. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| As Cairoi's energy blast failed and his stab was stopped by Alex's quickened block, Cairoi felt the nano-machine sword grow itself into an attack. Cairoi did not have the momentum to dodge, or barely even block this attack. But what he did have was the strange moss that covered his bare torso.
In his travels, Cairoi came across a strange grove. What mystified Cairoi about this grove was that it was self-aware, possessed with a powerful spirit. As time passed, he had befriended the grove, and it offered to arm him with the greatest gift it could provide- the strange moss now borne upon his chest. It became a powerful armor for him, sustained by a small tribute of Cairoi's magical energy and sharing the consciousness of the grove. When covering his flesh, it can protect him from damage as powerfully as a master smith's plate mail, and it can slide about his body to protect the spots that need protecting. There is not enough to completely cover his chest, and so he cannot overly rely on it to protect him from all attacks. However, with this growing sword attack, the moss was more than prepared to protect its master. As the sword made contact with the moss, it tightened, providing a firm resistance. It was a difficult block, especially with its continued presence, and so the sword's initial slash cut through and lightly cut Cairoi's flesh, but the moss filled over it and locked the sword against it, protecting him from further harm. Meanwhile, as Cairoi winced from the shock of Alex's slash and found his stab blocked, he felt a blast of inspiration. His immobile sword, inches from Alex, suddenly came to life, and the top half flew from the rest of the blade at him, intent on impaling him. Just as Alex's attack had been almost impossible to block, so was Cairoi's. |
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