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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 1:26:02 GMT -5
Ha, Yarrows were a waste of pretty colors ... silly women that they were. Well, the males weren't that bad ... but how often did you see one of those? Hardly enough for the thought to really do more then flit across his mind, he had more pressing issues at hand then thinking about who was hot and who was not.
Women just aren't as much fun as men to play with.
He was watching, waiting and... aha! There it was! He'd been waiting for that shift in expression that would tell him his plan worked ... and it worked better then he thought it would to boot.
He grinned, fangs showing this time, gripped the dagger tightly and hunkered down just a tad bit ... readying himself for the proper moment to strike. Wait for it... wait.... He waited until the canine was nearly on top of him and thrust his hand forward, aiming to stab the other Queen somewhere around his gut. He didn't care if the man got him now, he knew it wouldn't matter ... not in this plane... and that just made him want to try and gut the man even more... pull out all of those pretty entrails before returning. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 2:07:44 GMT -5
He knew it was coming, d*@&it, he knew, but he let his anger cloud his mind and he walked right into the bloody knife. He cursed himself six ways to Sunday, and called himself all kinds of exceedingly displeased names; he bloody well knew better than to do exactly what he just had. Freaking bloody stupid snot.
He saw the flash of the blade, a blade he already knew would be coming at him and he twisted his body. Too slow, too late, too stupid. His arms were extended with his attempt to tackle the other Lowlander and he quickly pulled them down and to the side, trying to club the Diamond's arms. He felt the blade skimming along his ribs, slicing open the flesh like a chef would a fillet.
His mind cried out against the pain even as his subconscious screamed for his weapon. His entire being focused on his dagger, his need for it, the weight of it in his hand, the golden hilt and notched blade. For a long moment he was solely consumed with the need for his weapon.
He had to defend himself.
Demise filled his right hand. Zeus fell back from his attack, his left hand quickly moving to the long gash on his side. He glanced down at the blood that painted his hand and he growled as he tried to throw up his pain-blocking ability. Nothing happened. D*@& IT.
Still, he forced an ugly smile to his lips. "Oh ho. Let's try this again." His voice sounded raspy with pain.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 2:24:59 GMT -5
He didn't think the canine would be fool enough to run the full distance, thought he'd stop or at least slow down ... but he didn't. He was quite glad that he hadn't looked away from the blade, he saw it sink it, saw it slice through flesh, heard the sound it made as it scraped against bone... it was utterly delightful. His eyes widened a bit and a smile that was far wider then it should have been was on his muzzle ... displaying all of his tiny fangs. A shiver ran down his spine, he'd forgotten how wonderful this type of fun was ... and he also let himself get distracted.
A rather rat like squeak escaped his maw as the canine's elbows came down on him, hitting their marks and knocking his wonderful little duplication from his hand. He swayed a bit but ultimately caught his balance and moved back, tail stiff except the tip, which danced in agitation. Damn it all.
He pinned his ears firmly to his skull once he noted the canine's possession of the actual dagger ... this wasn't quite as much fun. But ... he needed something else in his hands.... something to defend himself with ....
He put his hand out and it looked as if it disappeared as he stuck it in the walls of the plane again, pulling out another shapeless, wispy, black form. If the canine had his dagger well, Mo would just use something bigger ...
The blackness solidified into a sword, it was rather plain as it was formed in a hurry ... but that didn't exactly matter at the present moment. He really just needed this to fend off the canine until he grew bored ...
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 2:38:38 GMT -5
The metallic tang of blood in the air seemed more real than their surroundings. It was like their training sessions and their forays into the blasted Marsh. It was his life. And when Mo summoned a shortsword all Zeus did was smile. He still didn't know where he was, he had a big gash down his side, but these were his normal working conditions.
Actually, that wasn't true anymore; he was used to having an initial plan that never failed to backfire because somehow it hinged on Trot not getting in the bloody way. Which he always did. So maybe this truly was his normal working conditions.
In any case, he was used to working without abilities, he just didn't like it. And he certainly wasn't going to give this blowhard any warning of that. Zeus danced forward, Demise lifted up in his hand. He had spent years, decades even, honing his skill. His first slash was towards Mo's face, something that was little more than a feint; if Mo moved to parry-- as Zeus actually expected him to-- he would let the other man's momentum circle his dagger's blade back around and slash across the rodent's chest.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 2:50:41 GMT -5
He wasn't used to using any sort of a weapon and the sword was a little harder to wield then the dagger, which had been relatively simple. His inexperience also meant that he took everything at face value and went to block the attack to his face only to have the sound of tearing fabric come to his ears, and that was quickly followed by a stinging pain across the ripped path. He stumbled back a few steps, trying to keep the short sword between himself and Zeus. This definitely wasn't fun anymore ... but he didn't quite want to go back yet.
But what the hell was he supposed to do now? He no longer had the upper hand, and the canine had managed to draw blood here as well ... not to mention he'd managed to summon that bloody dagger. Well, it may have been foolish but he'd stop and then move forward, slashing the blade out in front of him. Maybe the canine would think this was feint as well? It was worth a shot ... |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 3:00:21 GMT -5
The sweet scent of his enemy's blood repaid in part the pulsing, burning pain along his side. It didn't, however, help the fact that his attack on the other Lowlander had not just exasperated his injury, it seemed to have widened it. The blasted thing was still bleedign at an alarming rate and for a moment, Zeus stumbled back, trying to regain his focus This was a lot friggin' easier when he could block the pain.
The giant rodent was coming at him again and this time Zeus' eyes narrowed; the moves were rather flashy, but they didn't bespeak a real skill. He waited for the sword to swing back for the next strike and stepped quickly into the other man, a move that most people didn't expect. What kind of person steeping into an attack and not away? But this would allow Zeus to catch Mo's sword arm with his left and, preferably, stab the *!&@!^$ right in the gut; just as the other Card had hoped to do to him earlier.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 3:24:12 GMT -5
He was feeling rather confident that he'd over estimated the canine and continued to be up to the point where he felt the short blade of a dagger dig into his stomach, at this point he realized his mistake and didn't intend to repeat it ... in the real world that was. He was done with this plane, there was no way he could regain any of his 'honor' here ... not like this.
He came to a halt and grunted, reaching out and grabbing for the man's wrist, wanting to give a quick pierce with his talons in. He felt ill and it hurt like hell, but it wouldn't be fatal, not even if the dog pulled back ... not here. He was holding his breath at this point ... it was time to go back.
He willed them both back out of the mind plane and was instantly aware of the pain he'd left behind. Before he even was able to open his eyes he was giving a few dry heaves from the sudden smack of very real pain, but at least that damn blue ball was gone. He had another little trick though ... he had a not so little friend that was just dieing to meet this Queen.
The sudden movement frightened a 'good Samaritan' that had stopped to see if the two lifeless forms of the lowlanders were, indeed bodies.... or just something else. Seeing as they were alive, or at least one of them was, he thought it best to skitter off before being noticed.
The light in the surrounding area seemed to dissipate as a wispy blackness started to form. It had no real form ... except a massive set of claws.
Queen's Ability Boost: Once they exit this mental plane, the hour of recovery is no longer necessary. The opponent will feel weakened as though they have been up for one night straight and not eaten while Mo will feel tired, but relatively fresh. Only after using this ability is he now able to call forth a shadow demon from the mental plane. It will exist in the real world for a full two minutes before disappearing back into nothing. Its shape is barely discernible and it seems to suck light out of the area, though it doesn't really, distorting the vision of both Mo and his opponent/s. The monster is normally about ten feet high at the shoulder and sports large front claws like a Wolverine. Its voice is a high yowl of broken sounding ecstasy as it fights, unnerving anything ranked Jack or lower into either running, or dropping to the ground in the hopes it won't hurt them. The demon refuses to kill, wanting to leave that to its master, but it will go as far as trying to damage at least one limb, often focusing on it. If the opponent is a Snake...it sucks to be them.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 3:33:32 GMT -5
Zeus never envied the other Suits their abilities, even if they could be frightfully useful at times. When he came to, he felt as though he'd been run over by a carriage. He and Trot had stayed up for nearly two days straight once-- a training exercise his father thought would help toughen them up-- and he felt nearly as bad now as he had that time.
It was near enough that the bloody race would have been a photo finish. He gave a low groan, his hand sneaking towards his side. There, he discovered, he was not bleeding profusely, nor was his side gashed open. For how tired and weak he felt, it was still better than he'd had just moments before.
He was laid out, he suddenly realized, atop a too-nice smelling man and the canine snarled again. "Bloody prick." Demise was still clenched tightly in his hand and he lifted the weapon so he could plunge it into the rodent's body. He felt the presence of something there, but his attention-- for now-- was focused on the other Lowlander.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 3:47:05 GMT -5
He was tired, but definitely not as much as the canine was ... and he had the advantage of knowing what was going on before the had come back ... but he hurt, and it wasn't in a spot that was terribly great for movement. He saw that damn dagger and knew exactly what it meant for him, but he turned his body so that it would hit him in the arm rather then somewhere more vital. He clenched his jaw to muffle the myriad of sounds and curse words that wanted to fly out of his mouth and his eyes got a little teary. Suits that hurt.
The shadow demon, having formed fully now, let out a yowl that sounded somewhat ecstasitic as it lunged, knowing exactly what limb it wanted. It came down at the other Queen's right arm, lashing out wildly with it's wolverine like claws. It knew it didn't have long.... but it was going to make things easier for master .... master would be able to finish it off with his help... right? With every attack it howled again, but Mo was rather thankful for his noisy friend... |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 3:55:01 GMT -5
Maybe if he'd been less tired. Maybe if he didn't feel like he hadn't eaten in a full day. Maybe if a thousand other things had been different. He could plunge the dagger down and he felt it sink into the rodent's flesh even as he felt a sense of accomplishment. But when the. . . thing came out of nowhere, he couldn't get his arm up in time to block.
Maybe later a part of his mind would look at the incident and realize that it didn't matter if he could get his arm up in time; the shadowy beast was ripping into his right arm, shredding the muscle and tendons like they were water, it seemed.
He watched it happen as though it were in slow motion and the pain hit his brain, bringing out a yowl that was the polar opposite of the beast's. His dagger fell, and he fell back, reaching for the weapon with his other hand because he had to defend himself somehow.
Demise shot into his left hand and Zeus plunged it desperately into the black thing, trying to stave off the horrible attacks and, bloody hills, stop that horrendous noise!
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