06-17-2017, 04:27 AM
One moment he had been chasing that strange proboscis-faced creature that looked to be exceedingly good eats and the next he had found himself embroiled in a dramatic bug-pile of a fight. And not like the ones back in Hallownest where he had been the sole target of everyone around him, which really should be making this easier. The fallen elf's boast made Little Ghost's eyes narrow in annoyance, Empty Void thundering through his body, merging with Useful Soul. The bug began turning to meet this challenge head on, at right angles and with the Pure Nail brandished, light gathering and glowing. A bubble of purest Soul briefly manifested above Little Ghost's head, text clearly outlined as the black of emptiness. Whelp? You made me lose my dinner!
Movement from the side caused him to whip around, the tip of Snake's nail moving like the namesake of its wielder to score a line across Little Ghost's thorax, grave determination like burning embers in her eyes. Desperate twisting and the use of the spurs on his left forearm had saved him from being cored. A tingling down his spine was the realization, the mistake to turn his back on Illidan. Snake's eyes narrowed and the thrust return- The sickle! Instinct honed to a razor's edge kept Little Ghost's head attached to his body. Briefly off balance the step to avoid another line of cold agony put him right in the path of Illidan's approach, one Warglaive of Azzinoth raking for the neck in a rising diagonal as if to furiously cull the chaff. The Pure Nail was moved, awkwardly crossing his arms over his body, and Little Ghost was sent into the air followed by the grind of steel sickle and Nail replica meeting demon forged steel shot through the clearing like a whistle.
The God-Mind known as Tearen Wover had not been idle while his ally faced strange bug and demonic night elf, the Sage's interruption had not been appreciated. A single glowing finger, glowing with an awesome power, communicated his displeasure. "Come now, Master Wover," the Sage replied with a controlled voice, "Is that really necessary?"
The pounding steps of the strongest prime was but a momentary distraction for Tearen, the God-Mind had purposfully left an opening, feeling for the sparks of anger and feeding them through his actions. A quick glance towards Gildarts had the strongest prime narrow his eyes before focusing his gaze further down, he would simply push through whatever trap had been laid this time. Which may not have proven to be the wisest choice. Suddenly his steps increased from rapid pounding to incessant staccato! "Oh, but I must," Tearen finally replied, unleashing the power of his burning finger before swerving around Gildart's charge. It took but a moment for Reynold to realise that he had not been the sole target of that beam, and thus he did his absolute best to leap to the side, a line of agony scorching through his clothes and down his right arm.
Gildarts, in turn, had expected something like this from the God-Mind and chose to violently stop himself with a tree rather than let that beam touch him again. The impact sent a resounding crack through the clearing as ancient tree confronted metal prosthetic and lost, centuries of growth terminated in an instant. The sage rolled to his feet easily enough, using the injured arm was not needed, and conjured a small bolt of frost, sending the coalescing blue light back at Tearen as a thank you for the pain. Gildarts seemed to be of like mind and with a growl his Crash magic manifested with a sweeping motion of his biological arm, ripping up the ground as it tore towards the God-Mind. Unable to get out of the way in time, Tearen chose the lesser of two evils and, with a subsonic rumble, manifested his shield. The bolt of rime splashed against it harmlessly and the wave of Crash! struck both the shield and- A wet slicing sound could be heard as the net-shaped laceration manifested on Tearen's lower legs.
Great wings of ethereal matter unfolded from Little Ghost's back and with a silent scream of rage the bug shot back down to the earth, glowing blade drawn back before he releashed a great slash to carve the ground, causing both Malon and Illidan to step aside with haste, weapons raised to block and still receive small lacerations from the glowing slash. And once again they were back to where they had started, Malon and Illidan on either side with the much shorter Little Ghost in the middle. They readied their blades.
Movement from the side caused him to whip around, the tip of Snake's nail moving like the namesake of its wielder to score a line across Little Ghost's thorax, grave determination like burning embers in her eyes. Desperate twisting and the use of the spurs on his left forearm had saved him from being cored. A tingling down his spine was the realization, the mistake to turn his back on Illidan. Snake's eyes narrowed and the thrust return- The sickle! Instinct honed to a razor's edge kept Little Ghost's head attached to his body. Briefly off balance the step to avoid another line of cold agony put him right in the path of Illidan's approach, one Warglaive of Azzinoth raking for the neck in a rising diagonal as if to furiously cull the chaff. The Pure Nail was moved, awkwardly crossing his arms over his body, and Little Ghost was sent into the air followed by the grind of steel sickle and Nail replica meeting demon forged steel shot through the clearing like a whistle.
The God-Mind known as Tearen Wover had not been idle while his ally faced strange bug and demonic night elf, the Sage's interruption had not been appreciated. A single glowing finger, glowing with an awesome power, communicated his displeasure. "Come now, Master Wover," the Sage replied with a controlled voice, "Is that really necessary?"
The pounding steps of the strongest prime was but a momentary distraction for Tearen, the God-Mind had purposfully left an opening, feeling for the sparks of anger and feeding them through his actions. A quick glance towards Gildarts had the strongest prime narrow his eyes before focusing his gaze further down, he would simply push through whatever trap had been laid this time. Which may not have proven to be the wisest choice. Suddenly his steps increased from rapid pounding to incessant staccato! "Oh, but I must," Tearen finally replied, unleashing the power of his burning finger before swerving around Gildart's charge. It took but a moment for Reynold to realise that he had not been the sole target of that beam, and thus he did his absolute best to leap to the side, a line of agony scorching through his clothes and down his right arm.
Gildarts, in turn, had expected something like this from the God-Mind and chose to violently stop himself with a tree rather than let that beam touch him again. The impact sent a resounding crack through the clearing as ancient tree confronted metal prosthetic and lost, centuries of growth terminated in an instant. The sage rolled to his feet easily enough, using the injured arm was not needed, and conjured a small bolt of frost, sending the coalescing blue light back at Tearen as a thank you for the pain. Gildarts seemed to be of like mind and with a growl his Crash magic manifested with a sweeping motion of his biological arm, ripping up the ground as it tore towards the God-Mind. Unable to get out of the way in time, Tearen chose the lesser of two evils and, with a subsonic rumble, manifested his shield. The bolt of rime splashed against it harmlessly and the wave of Crash! struck both the shield and- A wet slicing sound could be heard as the net-shaped laceration manifested on Tearen's lower legs.
Great wings of ethereal matter unfolded from Little Ghost's back and with a silent scream of rage the bug shot back down to the earth, glowing blade drawn back before he releashed a great slash to carve the ground, causing both Malon and Illidan to step aside with haste, weapons raised to block and still receive small lacerations from the glowing slash. And once again they were back to where they had started, Malon and Illidan on either side with the much shorter Little Ghost in the middle. They readied their blades.
Quote:Hooh-kay then, first ever combat post here. 798 words according to the on site word calculator.
Post Start
Malon is keeping the Pure Nail and using it in conjunction with a sickle.
Little Ghost charges his Nail Arts: Great Strike.
Little Ghost was hit for leaving Malon an opening.
Illidan is still using his Warglaives, why waste more power on the chaff?
Little Ghost was punted into the air because Illidan has no time for this shit.
Illidan and Malon clashes.
[scene break]
Tearen is not amused, charges Particle Conversion Beam.
Gildarts capitalizes and charges, building up Crash! for a point-blank hit.
Tearen unleashes his burning finger at Humble Sage.
The Sage dodge rolls and is not cored, charges Dash of Frost-Rime.
Tearen uses Temporal Jaunt to try and make Gildarts run into the beam.
Gildarts NOPEs that and destroys an ancient tree by dodging into it metal fist first before casting his Crash! at Tearen from a longer distance away.
Humble Sage casts his Dash of Frost-Rime at Tearen.
Tearen blocks the Frost-Rime and mostly blocks the Crash! by using his Warp Burst defensively.
[scene break]
Little Ghost finishes charging Nail Arts: Great Strike.
Little Ghost uses Monarch Wings to dash to the ground from mid-air, unleashing the Great Strike as a slash at both Illidan and Malon as he does so.
Post End
#PreparingForNextFlusterCluck
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