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Post by Shroud on Sept 10, 2011 1:39:04 GMT -5
Grinning, the Master Sword disappeared, and so did Shroud, a visible black streak in place of where he was. The path of the streak wrapped around Nuada and ended a few yards behind the hulk of a man. "I think I'm insulted by being considered an insignificant worm. But then again, coming from someone who's all bulk and little brain, I suppose I shouldn't be too shocked." The speed burst had been a bit of an energy drainer, but better that than an impaled neck.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 10, 2011 2:05:26 GMT -5
"Little rat. Let's see how well you run away on broken ground." Lifting the sword high into the air, his silver arm glowed again. He stabbed the ground sending shock waves along the ground breaking the concrete in uneven and severely broken level slabs. In his bulky run, he seemed more able to traverse the difficult terrain. Soon he was closing the gap again.
"Grrrr...this is taking too long." Revnik's spikes began to glow as he attempted to enter the fray.
Before Revnik could take even two steps, Blue Bullet was wagging a finger. "Nah ah ah...how bout you deal with me as hood boy deals with the big lug?" At his most improbable speed he decked Revnik and sent him into the nearest wall.
"You will pay for that..." He said pulling himself off the wall.
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Post by Shroud on Sept 10, 2011 2:28:43 GMT -5
The uneven ground was no issue for Shroud, since that super speed dodge may as well should have been a one-off escape for this fight. "Alright, so push has come to shove." It was past time to go all out, and Shroud couldn't keep up this dance indefinately. Having to not worry about Revnik anymore was a plus, and so it would allow Shroud to focus more on Nuada. Drawing a breath, Shroud summoned a great deal of energy to enhance his physical strength to a comprable level that he could directly take on Nuada, despite his tall and thin form.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 10, 2011 13:37:56 GMT -5
Blue Bullet dodged, dipped, ducked, dived, and dodged Revnik's attacks with ease, but not being as powerful as the other super heroes he didn't pack as much of a punch even though he could put out more of them than most.
Nuada on the other hand was ever pressing on his victim. He once again brought the blade high and brought it down crashing with both hands. "Now die worm."
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Post by Shroud on Sept 10, 2011 14:37:39 GMT -5
Sidestepping the attack, Shroud launched his fist directly at Nuada's jaw, "My name is Shroud you moron!"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 11, 2011 14:15:48 GMT -5
Taking the scuff on the cheek, Nuada spun around and slammed the pommel of the sword of the moon into Shroud's side. "You are what I say you are."
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Post by Shroud on Sept 12, 2011 13:54:23 GMT -5
Being flung in the opposite direction, Shroud crashed into the wall of a nearby building, leaving a sizable mark. If not for the enhanced strength he'd called on, Shroud would be knocked out, not just seeing stars. "Damn... Okay, new plan." Dropping off the extra physical strength, he began to focus his energy between his hands, holding them to one side. "Let's see take this!" As the energy began to collect, a ball of light appeared between Shroud's two hands. Instead of going all out with this attack, he tries a lighter variant, so as to not drain all of his energy at once. "Shinku Hadoken!" Firing the energy ball forward, Nuada would be hard-pressed to dodge it.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 12, 2011 19:11:59 GMT -5
"What manner of magic is this?!" Nuada said in slight outrage as he placed the blade in front of him, its unbreakable medal taking the front of the blast. The resulting force started pushing him back then threw him into a nearby wall. Picking himself out of the crumbling edifice, "Now...now you've pissed me off." His body was barely scratched in that attack. Lifting his silver arm up it glowed ever brighter and trees began exploding from the ground in a spike like attack straight for Shroud.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 12, 2011 19:52:10 GMT -5
EX-37 can down, shooting a bazooka at the path of the plant attack, his wings retracting into his back as he landed. dropping the bazooka and quickly spinning around a quarterstaff, he looked at Nuada. "You must be Nuada. Call me Suit."
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Post by Shroud on Sept 13, 2011 14:30:55 GMT -5
"So he doesn't like energy attacks?" Grinning at this, Shroud was glad for the timely intervention of Suit, as it enabled him to pull of a trick he'd wanted to try. As the dust cleared, Shroud had already disappeared, using a technique from another game, only to reappear behind Nuada, hoping his attention was on Suit. Calling on more energy than the previous attack, Shroud called out, "Metsu Hadoken!"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 13, 2011 16:03:30 GMT -5
Eastern Wind, White Fire, and Immortallus stood at the back of the ship as it reached the drop zone. In the distance the missile screamed closer. Easter Wind looked at Immortallus with a smile. "Hey don't worry take care of the big man on the ground. White Fire and I will handle this."
Immortallus nodded and back flipped into the air and began his decent.
White Fire smiled. "It's been a while since we've been paired up like this...What fate it is that we have an exciting task. Shall we?"
Nodding they took a few steps back from the edge; then, with Eastern Wind pumping Ki through his body and White Fire pushing his muscles with his psionic mind, they both made a heroic leap in sync with one another the missile within tens of kilometers. They both reached back, White Fire's signature white pyrokinetic aura blazing and the ki around Eastern Wind making the wind fluctuate in a visual effect, They released all the power they could in a combination fire and ki blast. The massive ki - fireball found its mark against the missile making it explode prematurely, sending the heroes flying backwards.
Eastern Wind using his extensive knowledge of parcour and ninjitsu was able to recover by latching his meteor hammer to a flag pole jutting from a skyscraper. Swinging around it a couple of times he gracefully landed on the top of it in a crouched position. White Fire having a little less grace whipped around and slowed his decent with a telekinetic push at the angle of decent. Barely making it to a roof he was able to role out of any real damage.
Mean while on the ground, the evil Nuada was rocked by the shock wave of the missle and fell to the ground, the Hadoken going over his back. Watching the blast go by he became infuriated and stood up slowly. "This will be the end of you rodent."
Before he could even begin walking towards Shroud, Immortallus finally reached the ground between in a massive inpact that left a five meter diameter sized crater. Standing up from his kneed position, he spoke in a dark regretful tone. "Well brother...it's time to return you to hell."
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 13, 2011 17:25:14 GMT -5
EX-37 crept in closer, striking the tip of the quarterstaff against the back of Nuada's knee, a small explosion resounded; EX-37 had packed the tip of the qharterstaff with gunpowder, so it would explode with impact. it was meant more to lessen the opponents physical capability in combat than to deal injury, though most people would be badly injured or possibly even maimed by such a tactic, he had a feeling that this Nuada character was more durable than a normal person.
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Post by Shroud on Sept 13, 2011 18:54:59 GMT -5
As the Hadoken attack flew over the downed Nuada, Shroud immediatly paniced, knowing the blast would keep going untill it collided into something. Using the same technique that put him behind Nuada, Shroud appeared a few meters ahead of the blast, using the greater part of his remaining energy to counter the blast. This move ended up draining a lot of what Shroud had left. He had ended up in the same state he was the last time before fighting Revnik. Almost a complete invalid to the current power struggle.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 13, 2011 21:03:30 GMT -5
Blue Bullet was flung into Ex-37. Revnik rubbed the back of his neck and gave a disgusted look as his hero finally blacked out. "So who's next?" He asked in his villainous tone.
Without averting his attention Nuada smiled. "It's been a long time, little brother. I see the human's haven't killed you yet. That's surprising to see one of the old gods still alive." He snickered as his arm began to glow again.
"Don't you see it Nuada...the old gods are dead. People like you and me have no place in this world as gods anymore. You could have been so much more for the betterment of civilization and find a better place in Elysium in your great sleep. Nuada, we don't have to do this."
"You're wrong brother. these humans are a stain on this planet and they will do nothing but destroy it. Not like the Tuathai, and the ancient Celts that loved us and looked to us for protection. These humans must die so the world may live." The ground around the two began rise up beneath them growing a large pillar in ground big enough for them to quarrel on. "This is the end of one of us, my brother. One of us will become the Slaine...."
"Then that shall be your title. I've got too much to do before I die at yours or anyone else's hands." With that Cayden threw the first punch which was returned in kind by Nuada. The exchange kept going and going.
When White Fire and Eastern Wind both finally made it to the ground, they laid witness to the destruction that had been reeked. Eastern Wind noticed Shroud on the ground and leaped to his aid. "Hey not again man." He slid to a halt next to him. "Hey you alright, pal?"
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 13, 2011 21:52:01 GMT -5
EX-37 practically tossed Blue Bullet off of him, the end of his quarterstaff having smoke still coming off of it. He looked at Revnik. "Looks like it this could be fun." EX-37s began circling with Revnik, testing each other by taking a few attacks at each other, which was promptly blocked. Their fight did not truly begin until Revnik sliced the quarterstaff in two, forcing EX-37 to fight in his favored style: unarmed. His hands took on their claw shape, but he assumed a martial art position. They then began a dangerous dance of strikes, blocks, and dodges.
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