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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 62
(6/12/02 2:14:56 pm)
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7-2.1
His view went awash in flame and heat as Scarlett's arm seemed to erupt in a blaze of liquid fire, engulfing the mage as he leapt backward, falling just out of the bulk of the inferno.

His body burned and ached as he lay on the ground in pain. He looked up in time to see the flames diminish around the engineer, who simply laughed...


"Kya-ha-ha-ha-hah!!" the evil, heart-wrenching laughter echoed in the darkened chamber as she retreated while her foe lay defenseless.

The mage struggled to his feet. The burning sensation hadn't faded away by now... in fact, it had only grown worse with time... an excruciating, unbearable agony... Vivi winced in pain as he took hold of his sword and chanted a spell of recovery.

"Esuna!"

His body was enveloped in a holy light. Washing away the impurities and plagues with its rejuvenating essence, the effect from the VirginChick began to dissipate, removing the catalysts of the injury, but leaving the wounds behind...

Slowly the light faded from view, and the mage's vision returned to normal once more. Scarlett had by now retreated to the far corner of the chamber... it was too faint to see what she was plotting, but it appeared she had knelt to the ground...

Chanting a quick Cure spell to restore some of his lost energy, the mage swept around the side of the chamber. He'd have to save his MP for this battle... it would be big.

"Scan!" he shouted, and pointed the Lazuli Blade at the woman. Beams of energy radiated outward from the mage, which passed harmlessly through Scarlett and returned the vital information to him.

Scarlett. Level 4.
High Attack Power. Average resistance to Magic.
Threat level: Astronomical.
Weak against Poison.


That gave him a place to start... but first, Vivi would have to get within a close enough range to subdue her with the spell's effects - Bio was no good at this range.

Danger! Proximity threat detected! a response echoed as a portion of the floor illuminated with a red aura - right where Scarlett had knelt before.

She was booby-trapping this place... the perfect way to get the jump on an unsuspecting foe.

Well, Vivi wasn't unsuspecting any more. Chanting a Shell spell to encase him in a emerald magical barrier of light, the mage sped forth to go on the offensive.

If he wanted to win, he'd have to do it fast. This woman had abilities and powers available to her that he'd never imagined existed... and he didn't want to stick around to see them used upon him, either!

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Over to you, Mith!


Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics.
Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~
Sponsored by Sylphid

Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind
Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change.

Edited by: Sylphid at: 6/12/02 2:23:24 pm
TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 51
(6/12/02 2:17:36 pm)
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Re: What's in a ...
Oi, forgive the massive delay, all. I'm not usually like this in fights. @_@ Just had a bad nightmare is all. Here I go.

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Mage of the winds, is he? Well then.

Ramirez's figure danced through the air in another sideways somersault, the blast of wind slicing through the ground where he had stood just before. Ivan clutched his staff with fierce concentration, panting from the effort of the winds. But there was a confidence in the mage's face that Ramirez had only seen on the vestures of Air Pirates that had taken a little more time to kill. The other was worthy, in that sense- he was using his brain to fight Ramirez. Using long-range spells to keep the swordsman far- that was unbelievably smart.

Ramirez locked both katanas, however. This was a battle he could not afford to lose, and damned if he would to a mere boy. There was a way he could win- just as before, using long-range spells to keep Ramirez at bay worked, but only as long as the other had no chance to get in a close-range cut. Save for Silver Eclipse, Ramirez had not moved in for an attack like that, mostly because the wind level was too high. If I can get him to cast a spell that will not interfere with the wind level too much...

He locked his blades in an "X" formation, and leaned back on his left leg in a kind of low eastern stance, raising the blades up over his head to complete it. "Well, 'Ivan', your magic is most impressive. You're not the first to have to keep me at bay, though you're the first to succeed for this long."

Ivan only forced half a grin, sagging from the wounds that plagued him. "And you're the...first...to get to cut me up like a chicken plate..."

Ramirez tightened his own lips into a feral grin. "It's up to you whether I'll be the last or not. Come at me, full circle- let's test magic."

The other straightened up as best as he could, fierce determination in his eyes as he clutched the staff before him and levelled it with Ramirez's head. "Spirits of air, form blades to cut down my opponent! Wind Slash!"

Purple light streamed forth in the form of blades, whistling at him in a octet. They glistened with strands of light piercing the air behind them, their semicircle-shaped forms spinning in the air for a deadly cut. Ivan's clothes billowed with the force of the wind, and Ramirez heard the screams of the blades- as sharp as any sky rifts in Arcadia. But just the same, there was always a way to get through those sky rifts- to be quick, or to be strong.

Electrum.

The winds came at him, and then there was a golden crackle of light. As Ramirez dove forward, his X-crossed blades pulsed with electricity, and there formed a ball of pure yellow on the point at which they intersected. As the blades tore down on him, Ramirez's form shot at them, and then there was a peal of thunder that rang out in the small room, and from the blades sparked a tremendous bolt of lightning. It widened to engulf the blades, slamming into them with full force, and the collision sent bolt and wind slamming off into the sides of the room- and clearing a path for Ramirez to strike.

As Ivan brought up his staff to block, Ramirez's left leg swung forward again, and he threw up both swords in an "X" to the other. They hovered in the air for all of a second before his hands switched gears again, snaking out to grab them, and then he swept them up and out in an upward cross-slash rather than a downward swipe. The blades lashed against the staff and cut through the robe of the mage, winning a streak of blood from him. Before he could push back against the swordsman, Ramirez moved in like a predator- as Ivan strained, the Silvite's left boot heel struck out to dig a sharp blow against Ivan's right knee, and Ramirez heard a wet groan there as it solidly connected.

"I said come at me, Ivan!" Ramirez growled, digging his blades against the mage's staff. "Even with your dismal physical power, attempt it! Strike at me, or I will kill you!"

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And now, back to Baka for the five-day forecast. :D

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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.

Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 959
(6/12/02 2:31:19 pm)
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Re: What's in a ...
What is this 'answer'?

What do you mean? she asked, still chasing the light.

You said that you were trying to find an answer. An answer to what?

She shook her head and laughed. I told you before, didn't I? The answer to why I am here. I think part of it has to do with you, Billy, but I'm not sure what.

To do with me?

Of course. I haven't been following my father around for the last four days, have I?

No, I guess not.

--

Something cold and wet hit Billy's face. He wiped the beer out of his eyes.

"No! No! Fight back, you F$&@# moron!" the squirrel shouted, staring at the screen. The beer must have hit him in the face when the squirrel threw his can. Judging from the pile of empty cans around his chair, it wasn't the first.

Billy shook his head, then got up to wash his face. How could I have fallen asleep? This is important!

--

Ten minutes later, Billy sat down at his chair. Watching the battle, he made another decision.

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1 V-vote to Vivi

--

Sponsoring Billy Lee Black

Did you notice that the two great angels only have one wing each...?

According to a legend handed down in Nisan...
God could have created humans perfectly...
But then, humans would not have helped each other...
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolizes...
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.
~Margie, Xenogears

Edited by: Bugenhagen at: 6/12/02 2:34:16 pm
Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 79
(6/12/02 2:47:16 pm)
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Re: What's in a ...
Round 1 V-Votes:
Ivan
Ramirez
Scarlett


For those who care Ryogo isn't doing anything particularly interesting this round because I can't think of anything particularly interesting for him to do in a movie theater. He's pretty much just sitting back and throwing the occasional gummi bear at the screen.

Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 164
(6/12/02 2:49:14 pm)
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Act 7, Scene 7 - "Strength"
Come at him? With a weakened leg and no sword?

Ivan wasn't that stupid.


Swinging the staff up again, he shot a glance at the swordsman. He was circling him again, like a predator stalks its prey. And Ramirez was an effective predator. Catlike reflexes, demonic strength, super speed - he was like nothing Ivan had faced before. He knew truly now how good a swordsman Isaac was, too - if he could stand against a man like this for long, he had to be good.

And yet.. Ramirez had a weakness. For all his speed and power, he lacked one thing.

Emotion.

The swordsman could hide behind his wall of solitude all he wanted, if he felt stronger for it - but the others he'd seen.. Vivi gained strength from his curiousity, Kaze... well, Ivan had seen the man's mind, and the sense of longing there outweighed anything he'd seen. Isaac's friendship, Laguna's love..Scarlett's pride and Gilder's fear.

And Ivan? Jealousy and friendship.

But Ramirez? Ramirez locked his emotions, anything tender, behind his total bloodlust. Not an emotion with him, either - simply a need. A need to kill, and kill again.

And there was his weakness.

Ivan pulled in his will and activated a pair of his Djinn, strengthening his defence. Then he turned to his enemy.

"Ramirez.. I won't come at you. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction."

The swordsman stopped, and looked at him, the Ginken's blade tapping against his cheek. "Satisfaction.. is unnecessary. Finish this, boy. Come at me."

Ivan shook his head. "No chance. I don't want to help you."

The swordsman began to pace again, letting out a chuckle. "Help? Me? You have no idea, kid. You have no idea."

I have every idea, Ramirez. Every idea.

And he span on his good leg, facing the silver-haired killer, and stretched out his hands. "Volcano! Whirlwind!"

For a second, nothing happened, then the swordsman's eyebrows rose, as the room began to tremble. The walls and floor shifted too, almost in anticipation, to a rocky mountain peak - and the peak erupted, as a tornado filled the room. Ramirez wasted no time, jumping backwards - and then Ivan unleashed his real attack. Opening his mind fully, he pushed his emotions, his thoughts out towards the swordsman, flooding his conciousness with friendship, with love, with jealously, with pride, and all the other human faults that Ramirez tried to hide away.

And something else went, too.

A fleeting voice carried on the wind... "I...va..n...", and the mental barrage doubled. Ramirez blinked, then screamed in horror, falling to the floor clutching at his head. Ragged screams escaped the swordsman's mouth, as Ivan felt seven new points of strength in his mind.

And the voice again.

"Ivan... win. For me."

Mia...


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 92
(6/12/02 2:55:02 pm)
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..and isn't that sweet?

Scarlett knew that Vivi was Scanning or Sensing the room--she'd seen that look on the faces of several adversaries, even tried it a few times. She knew she had Attack, Age, and Arsenal over this little construct, and she hoped that his master was feeling every little tweak as whatever was inside the little machine roasted. She almost wished she had something electrical with her to short the tyke out and render the master unconscious, but...well, Fire was more fun.

Besides, little robodude might not be electrical. Or worse, feed off it. Fire is just about usiversal for killing things.

She noticed him charging a spell at her and quickly pried a Shrieker from her thigh, tearing to the other side of the room and aiming. This'll take care of it, she though with a laugh--

And then found herself up to her waist in water.

In a moment of confusion, she looked about the room. It had changed. This looked like a pool club and she had walked into the shallow end. Vivi was standing on a diving board--

"Bio!" he shouted as he sent a spell her way.

She tried to clamber out of the pool, but was too late. The spell coagulated in a gelatious wave of green right where she had been, and splattered onto her legs, mixing with the chlorine to turn a pale, molding mint color. She got to her feet, dripping and a bit weak, and wound up, cursing. "Damn you mechanical piece of shit!"

The Shrieker hit Vivi right between the eyes before he even thought to dodge, and erupted into sonics that reverberated off the walls of the pool club so loudly that Scarlett herself had to cover her ears. The environment quickly changed to the deck of wooden ship, and the wind carried all the noise to Vivi.

The construct collapsed in a fit of pain, but Scarlett's vision was starting to blur and she couldn't see him to todd a bomb. She slid over to the edge of the ship, biting down on an antidote and pulling herself to her feet.

When she could focus, Vivi was already charging another spell.

Scarlett smiled. It was futile.

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Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?



Isn't the irony lovely?

Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)

...

Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 83
(6/12/02 3:21:42 pm)
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Spiders and Butterflies
Under the Sky so Blue - IV

Kaze braced his foot against a tree as he sprang, the added momentum throwing him forward as two of Gilder's bullets whined overhead and took out chunks of his launching platform. Immediately he landed crouching and fired, the returning shots striking the rocks the air pirate dived to take cover behind, then threw himself to the side as Gilder rose from behind and blasted two more holes in the green turf, and regained his feet. Kaze leapt straight up, twisting in midair as his left hand levelled and shot at Gilder from above the rocks's defensive shell, and the pirate gunman yelped as a shot creased his leg again and he dived horizonally from his cover.

Dropping into a sidways roll, Gilder kept firing blindly at the dark gunman's general area, four more bullets plowing into wood or stone or turf but too inaccurately aimed to strike from that manouveur as Kaze landed. Immediately he moved, bullets flying toward the still-rolling pirate as he ran for cover himself, none hitting as they both ended their moves behind outcroppings of dead wood marred by old fires.

A clicking noise filled the air as Kaze took advantage of his opponent's supposed dizziness from the roll, clenching the gun barreled between his knees as he ejected a clip and slammed a new one home. Rising, Kaze's left arm balanced on his right as he leant over the stump and back towards Gilder's cover, seeing a familiar silver handgun poised over the other stump and aimed in Kaze's direction.

Bad move, Gilder. I know right where you are, and that rotten wood won't protect you.

A blast of explosive ammo took the stump right beneath where the gun was being held, a normal bullet following instantly through the same hole to take out whatever was behind. As the explosion of wood threw the silver handgun upwards, however, four single shots lanced out from a recent depression in the long grass that decorated some parts of the plain. The shots from Gilder's remaining handgun rang out, three of them blasting bark from the stump Kaze knelt behind and the fourth ringing as it bounced off his armour, then Gilder coiled his legs beneath him and sprang forward to snatch the other gun from the air as it still rose on its explosive force.

Twisting in midair just as his stretching hand encountered the decoy gun, Gilder hauled it though the air and back in Kaze's direction as it had been set up just moments before. Three more shots rang out as they chased the dark gunman across the ground, then the pirate landed and slammed open the right gun, bullets clinking into the long grass as they were ejected behind him in a smooth motion.

As Gilder reloaded, one gun held between his arm and his body while it slammed bullets into the gun held ready in the other, Kaze threw himself through the air and twisted his body. The erratic movements meant that Gilder couldn't hope to track his aim, and the pirate dove to protect himself from the unpredictable attacks as they blasted themselves into the ground around his body. Landing in a roll from his controlled dive just as Gilder landed from his erratic one, they both ended up pressed into the grass and weapons aimed at their enemy. They could see each other's eyes - neither willing to back down, neither willing to die.

Kaze fired.

Gilder fired.

The twin shots from Gilder's revolvers screamed to the right of Kaze's face, one ricocheting off the Demon Gun but not leaving even a scratch in the golden metal. It might as well be a shield for him, like Gilder had used his bracer to stop Kaze's final bullet in their last match, and he looked almost longingly on the weapon as he thought how long this fight might drag out for. Kaze's own shots rippled over Gilder's head as he immediately ducked after firing, then both men realised how vulnerable they were sprawled on the ground.

Gilder immediately thrust himself upwards by bracing the revolver grips into the hard ground and raising his body from the ground, then coiling his legs underneath the created space he launched from the ground and shot forward. In almost the same moment, Kaze held his Demon Gun in front of his chest and fired a point-blank explosive round at the floor, the mysterious metal absorbing the damage and throwing him upwards on a wave of heat as he recovered his own legs.

As before when the gunmen had launched themselves at each other, the clarity in each other's faces and eyes was remarkable, the confusions of emotions and histories boiled down to a single action. All three guns blazed as Gilder and Kaze ran forwards, bullets ringing though the air, and then both cried out as their weapons flew from their grips.

Both men dived as in a single motion.


~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~

Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 64
(6/12/02 3:28:05 pm)
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7-2.2
The spell had worked! But that sonic weapon had left the mage reeling in pain as his head rang... his focusing abilities becoming clouded with confusion.

Targeting another Bio spell after the woman, the mage focused his essence into the point of his sword and fired it after her...

...or tried to.

Insufficient MP!

"Ack!" the mage managed to shout. How had she...?

No! That last attack... ugh! The Shrieker must have depleted his magical energies somehow...

Searching through his mind for options, the mage quickly sized up the situation. He had no ethers. No elixirs. No items of any kind...

Just himself, his sword, his staff, and his magic... that'd have to do, here.

But... what spell did he know that required almost no effort to cast?

"Fire!" the mage shouted, hoping to charge a small blast of flame at the woman.

Insufficient MP!

His eyes gaped in shock. Even the most simple of spells he couldn't cast in this state!

The woman's laughter rang out over the room again as the scene shifted to a wide open field... the moon shone above, casting its gaze upon the two combatants as a breeze blew in from the right, gently brushing through the tall grass as it whisped through the valley and over the mountains that surrounded them on all sides.

Scarlett reached for her belt, ready to whip out another weapon to assault the drained mage. He'd have to think fast. WHAT spell could be used to attack her, or at least give him a fighting chance... but didn't require any magical power at all...?

And the idea struck him as clear as day. The mage would have chuckled at his forgetfulness at any other time or place.

Osmose required almost no magic at all to use. In fact, it could even be cast out of sheer willpower...

It was his only hope.

Drawing upon every last ounce of magical energy within him, Vivi somehow managed to scrounge up the drop of MP that he needed.

"Osmose!" his voice echoed into the distance.

Scarlett's body began to levitate as a violet haze washed over her, stripping her of the magical essence she had within her... a magical essence that the mage could utilize against her. The aura siphoned the mana out of her, draining a sizeable quantity, and enveloped Vivi in a rejuvenating warmth.

Stunned, the engineer wobbled a bit, trying to regain her senses... leaving Vivi the perfect opportunity to strike.

"Fire!" he shouted, hurling a sphere of flame at the woman.

"Blizzard!" he yelled immediately after, firing a bolt of frozen water.

"Thunder!" he screamed, blasting a ray of electrical energy where she stood.

Casting simple spells would make it difficult for her to dodge them all... and it was the best chance the mage had of pulling out of this thing alive.


Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics.
Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~
Sponsored by Sylphid

Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind
Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change.

Edited by: Sylphid at: 6/12/02 3:33:50 pm
TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 52
(6/12/02 3:43:32 pm)
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Ghost's Revenge
His thumbs dug into his temples as another scream tore through his lips, his tongue singing a hymn of agony. By the Gigas, it hurt. Ramirez gnawed at his lower lip until he felt the warmth of blood under it, the coppery taste drowning him in a sea of confusion. Of emotion, of feeling, of rainbow-hued sentiment he had not felt in months. Years. The anger was assaulted by camaraderie, which in turn was laid siege upon by envy and lust. Love bloomed, hatred flourished. Pain and joy wove a deadly circle around his heart. His mind shuddered as though it had been gripped by an iron fist. The feeling was beyond anything Ramirez had ever comprehended, the pain more than physical.

Galcian's smirk, that showed pride him.

Belleza's eyes, grieved from unrequited love.

The Air Pirates' pain, with the knowledge of failure and loss.

The mother who held her dying son, filled with hatred and anger.

Scarlett and Laguna, who kissed in blindness to his black envy.

Gilder, who silently showed him that stoic but loyal friendship.

Above them all, the face of Fina, with the smile he so remembered, that looked upon him as a friend, a kindred spirit. A love.

Ramirez screamed again, banging his head viciously on the floor of the room. "Damn you damn you DAMN YOU!" he shouted, pounding his forehead against the concrete. Never had he felt such agony, and he cursed to match it. Language meant for a demon to curse spilled past his fluttering tongue, uttering maledictions to everything he could think of. Every emotion that plagued him, every person that had hurt him, everything that had struck a dark wound inside his chest. He cursed Galcian. He cursed Belleza. He cursed the Air Pirates. He cursed Scarlett and Laguna and Gilder. He cursed Ivan. He cursed himself.

There was only one name he couldn't curse.

"I hate you! I hate you!" he screamed at Ivan, going rigid as though summoned up to his feet. "You...what you have done to me merits nothing but death! If it takes my last breath I will KILL you! Zelos, what are you doi...don't show me! Don't show m...AAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Ramirez's next scream lit up the entire room, nearly splitting the walls. He saw himself, standing over bloodied carcasses of the Arcadians. Ensanguined with their lives, his red face turned up to see Fina's. She saw him. He saw that smile destroyed into a look of terror, of fright. Of silent, accusing fear. She saw him as the bloodied enforcer of Lord Galcian, and then they came. The tears carved rivulets down her cheeks and through his soul, splitting it in twain. They dropped upon him, splashing like raindrops, and yet they forced him to his knees as she wept out of terror. He saw her curl into a corner, and then he howled again as she committed the act that for all intents and purposes should have killed him: she looked away from him.

"Kill you..." Ramirez growled, his eyes flaring with a murderous glint. "I will kill you..."

All at once he straightened up, and clutched both swords in his trembling hands. His eyes were fixed on Ivan's, and the mage gasped at the color of his eyes. No longer were they the blank, sylvan glare of a falcon. They were red, and swollen, and deep, as though a ghost were looking at him. As Ramirez stepped forward, his silvery locks remained still, brushing over that deadly glare. The elegance was lost from his stride. He moved like a risen corpse, the bandages around his upper torso doing nothing to curtail that image. His eyes did not waver from Ivan's, and that was from where the attack came.

"Feel it..." Ramirez whispered, his swords raising. "You will feel it...half a lifetime of pain. Look at me, Ivan. Look into my mind again...hehe...look at it. Hehe...hehe..."

It was the first time Ramirez had ever laughed in the tournament- at least, in that way. Ivan frowned, his staff up to unleash any spell, but Ramirez's eyes seemed to dissuade that. He went rigid, then, as from those sockets he saw blood spill out into tears. They streamed down his porcelain cheeks, into his chuckling lips, to where he tasted them. Ramirez raised his swords again, and Ivan narrowed his eyes. He prepared to shoot into the other's mind and give him a last taste, and he gave his psyche a sudden push-

-and screamed in return as he saw where the blood came from.

"That's it...hehe..." Ramirez laughed again, under reddened breath, as he brought up the images to counter this damning flood. The night he had slain that entire village of Air Pirates, watched himself shatter the dreams of young men and women. Curtail those of children before they'd even begun to walk. Blood that caked around the lips of old men as they struggled to kiss their grandchildren farewell. A tide of murder. And he poured in the thoughts of the gladness, the apathy he had pent up for so long as they died. He thought of how worthless they were, like flies underneath his boot. And as he depicted such sweet sorrow in his mind, he sent it all into Ivan's mind.

And then, more.

Silver Nightmare. His eyes pulsed with freakish power, pumping in an invisible spiral to Ivan's locked eyes. All at once, he gave him every sinful desire, every surreal pain, every thought of sin and guilt and shame and anger and hatred that was left in Ramirez's sinews. Sounds of women screaming and ghosts moaning in pain shot through Ivan's mind at Ramirez's well, his own broken psyche inflicting as much damage as it could on the other's without killing him. Ramirez's laugh sang it all, the unbelievability of the sound further wreaking horror on the existence of both combatants. There was so much pain that it was incapable to be felt in any way, except mentally.

Ramirez's nightmares wrapped around Ivan's mind, and like a snake, like the silver coils that had bound Ramirez to face his own past, they constricted into a deadly grip, and Ramirez raised his blades again.

Silver Wolf Fang...

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Back to you, Bakaster.

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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.

Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 93
(6/12/02 3:45:36 pm)
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Cute my ass.

Deazed and victimized by a splitting headache, Scarlett knew which option she had to face.

Get...closer...to the...fucking...mage...

She shambled forward, almost like a zombie, hoping that the spell residue prevented him from seeing her. He basted her with element after element, and Scarlett was sorely tempted to just run away and brew up a quick elixir, but she knew.

...don't...have...the time...for this...

The Mage almost seemed to be shouting random spells at her now, simple ones, just to hold her back and make her underestimate. She didn't. Just gritten her teeth through his small-voiced shouts of "Thunder!" "Fire!" "Blizzard!"

...have to do this first...

"Cure," Scarlett murmured under her breath,, hoping she had enough in her to get something out of the spell. It worked, but the Mage didn't sppear to notice...

...and he was close enough.

"Fi--AH!" he almost got to say before and as he felt himself lifted by the collar, up to Scarlett's eye level. She was battered, bruised, still slightly poisoned, and raked with the spell residues of everything Vivi had thrown at her.

And she was pissed as fucking hell.

Her teeth and tongue raked over her lower lip for a short moment of rage, and she glared painfully deep into Vivi's coinlike eyes. "I hope you're listening in there, whoever you are," she whispered, readying the Cinderella at Vivi's chest. "Because I want you to know," she added, tightening her grip on the Mage's robe-collar, "that there's no way in Hell that I'm losing to a machine."

The Cinderella's flames soon blocked Vivi's eyes from hers.


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Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?



Isn't the irony lovely?

Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)

...

Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 65
(6/12/02 4:07:30 pm)
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7-2.3
His world was awash in red once more. The infernos of Hell burned around him, and within him as the Cinderella belched its bath of fire around him.

The mage fell from her grasp, and collapsed on the floor in a heap. His arm shook for a moment, but he didn't move.

Scarlett backed away slowly. Had she won...? It was impossible to ascertain...

Could either of them win? Was this a fruitless battle?

She stared at him intently, anger pulsing through her...

...and he slowly pushed himself up off the ground once more...

The engineer gasped in shock. Gone were the coin-like, innocent eyes of the mage... they had been replaced by narrowed, focused ones of determination, gazing intently upon the woman. As the mage stood once more, all grew silent around the two of them.

"I..." Vivi said. "I... am not... a robot..." He said, raising his arms above his head, focusing his powers upon her as he spoke.

Scarlett stood still, shocked, hesitant of how to... destroy this... 'thing'...

But before she could even react, she had found herself trapped within a sphere of some sort. A murky, aquamarine aura encased her, not allowing her to break free if its snare.

The Water spell carried the woman up into the air, ever so slowly. From within, Scarlett could see the distorted image of the mage, disrupted by the refraction of the liquid that restrained her, helpless to break free or act.

"I am a living being..." the mage's voice echoed inside her head. "The same... as you!"

The mage raised his sword above his head, pointing it into the heavens above. He clinched Sylf's amulet for strength in his left hand... and began the incantation.

Zeus' power... from the heavens...
Mighty lightning... show me thy divine power...!
Strike forth with relentless fury!!


Scarlett's eyes opened wide as the mage shouted in power.

"Thunn-DAGA!!"

And all hell broke loose.


Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics.
Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~
Sponsored by Sylphid

Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind
Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change.

Edited by: Sylphid at: 6/12/02 4:41:37 pm
Baka
Wind Seer
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Act 7, Scene 8 - "Rage"
Death.

Pain.

Suffering.

Anguish.

Terror.

Horror.

Oh GODs no!


Ivan's mind was awash with emotion. Hate, fear, despair, all the baseness that populated human nature.

All in him.

Ivan let out a snarl of rage, as his vision clouded. Tears washed down his face freely, as he clutched at the Shaman's Rod so hard his knuckles whitened, and a trickle of blood rolled down the wood.

His ears burned. The others... they all hated him. Hated his power, hated what he could do to them. Even Vivi and Kaze. Vivi had no need for him! That bastard mage could out-fight Ivan in a second! And the 'Black Wind' - what a fucking stupid name! - he was never around when you damn well needed him!

Ivan hoped they were all dead. Dead and rotting in their - no, NOT in their graves. In a ditch, with some rabid dog gnawing on their bones. He screamed, letting out a burst of fire that scorched the roof.

Fire! Water! He could do them both now! He was stronger than anyone! He could destroy all the constructs with this power! And all because those fools Garet and Mia gave up their power to save him. Him, who was so useless he wasn't worth fucking saving.

The emotions on his head fought for dominance, as Ramirez sheathed the blood-red Muramasa slowly. Bringing his sword round, he held it out infront of him, circling the tip slowly.

A burst of water quenched the fires Ivan had started, as he sank to his knees in despair. Isaac... Isaac... I've failed you.. I'm useless, I can't go on, I'm a waste of space, I'm powerless, I'm pointless, why am I here, why, why, "WHY!" Throwing himself up, twin bolts of lightning blasted from his hands into the air - as Ramirez kicked his heel and launched into a somersault. Flipping through the air, the Silvite's eyes burned a fearsome red, as he brought the Ginken down - his hands moving so fast they blurred - ONCE! TWICE! THICE! - carving down onto Ivan -

- and his attack was met by a simple oak staff, held across the strikes. Wood chips flew, and the Ginken embedded itself in the staff.

The two warriors stood transfixed, face to face for three long seconds, that stretched out to seeming minutes.

Ramirez' eyes widened as he gazed into Ivan's murderous gaze.

One...

Ivan gritted his teeth and pushed back at the stronger swordsman. A single silver lock of Ramirez' hair fell out of place.

Two...

Screams of rage issued from both men, their eyes betraying the pain and anguish storming through their minds, the suffering they were going through.

Three!

A clank of wood hitting stone, and a thud as the Ginken and the Shaman's Rod hit the floor. The two men grappled each other pushed. Ramirez' foot snaked round, knocking Ivan's legs from under him, and the two fell, a rolling ball of teeth and fists and feet. A roll, and Ivan was on top, laying a punch into Ramirez' face. Another roll, and the Silvite had the advantage, an elbow in Ivan's ribs. The adept's breath left him, and a sickening crunch filled the room, as Ramirez' fist chopped down on the boy's arm, splintering the bone just past the elbow. A scream of rage issued from Ivan as he 'butted the swordsman in the face - pushing him off with his free hand, rolling on top and punching, punching with the broken arm, tears of pain streaming down his face, soaking the front of his robe. A knee caught Ramirez in the chest, and a flailing arm knocked Ivan off, rolling him away. Ramirez lunged, and a foot caught him, kicking him off.

Ivan half-lifted himself up, and Ramirez' foot swept his arm from under him - and Ivan threw himself at the Silvite, his teeth sinking into Ramirez' leg. The swordsman howled with pain, dropping to the floor, and Ivan was on top of him - and somehow the Rod was in his hands, and he was pressing it down on Ramirez' throat, choking him...

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O'er to you, Tenshi!


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
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(6/12/02 4:38:39 pm)
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Never underestimate the power of a wounded woman.

Scarlett careened to the floor, shuddering and tring desperately to choke in air. The world around her melded into a smow-covered plateau that cushioned her fall but burned her skin with cold. She wasn't sure what kind of fluid was coming out of her eyes--blood, water, an ordinary tear? Didn't matter anymore.

If she'd had the energy to muster emotion, her eyes would have been as angry and determined as the slits of Gold that the mage's had been as he attempted to sway her on his humanity.

Vivi collapsed, mentally drained, breathing heavily to steady himself. The blue sword hung limp in his hands, almost brushig the ground for support. His breath came in deep squeaks that floated over the snowfields to Scarlett's barely-listening ears.

She shivered, muttering reflexively, "...cure cure cure cure cure..." in the hopes that it would work, and trying to reach her ankle with a trembling hand. She managed to unclip a potion and work its way to her mouth, still feebly muttering, "...cure cure cure cure cure..."

Vivi slimped to the ground, and his hands made contact with the black-painted floor of a stage, his hat slipping over his eyes. He was almost relieved that she had stayed down for so long...

..and then he heard her laughing.

Scarlett pulled herself to her feet, much the same way he had done moments prior. The wet, rapidly tattering crimson dress matched the velvet curtains backing her perfectly, and her eyes were merciless. She strayed a hand to her garter and tore it off entirely, with the remaining 7 Smartchicks and the last Shrieker. Her words were simple, so the tired mage could understand. "You're not like me."

And then, she threw.

Seven bombs and a sonic shriek raked the room, as it idly transformed from a stage to a forest to a highway to a castle rooftop, not noticing that its inhabitants--both--were out for the count.

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Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?



Isn't the irony lovely?

Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)

...

Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
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(6/12/02 4:43:04 pm)
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Re: Never underestimate the power of a wounded woman.
"Alright." *sheathes sword* "We'll call it a draw. Come, Patsy!" *trots off galliantly*

Well done, Mith!

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End Part 2.


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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
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Mmmm... Jelly Beans... *drools*
Billy popped a jelly bean in his mouth.

Sure, when I didn't see these battles, it was easier to just ignore them, he thought to himself. But now, here I am, forced to watch and judge, and I can't stop thinking that I'd want to be in there, helping those people out.

He had already voted for Vivi, and time showed that he had good reason to. Billy almost always rooted for the underdog, and the Mage's spirit made it impossible not to smile.

Now, for the other two...

Billy liked the other young mage, and applauded his efforts against the stronger swordsman. He was especially impressed by his tactics in exploiting the weaknesses of the emotionless warrior. Billy pressed Ivan's button.

But the duel between the two gunmen...

Billy wasn't sure about those two.

A thought flashed through his mind. A bright light... sudden pain... our first round...

Billy shook his head. Forgiveness...

He pressed the button.

--

V-vote to Ivan
V-vote to Gilder

--

Sponsoring Billy Lee Black

Did you notice that the two great angels only have one wing each...?

According to a legend handed down in Nisan...
God could have created humans perfectly...
But then, humans would not have helped each other...
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolizes...
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.
~Margie, Xenogears

Kyo
RTT: Issac
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(6/12/02 5:04:33 pm)
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Part 2 Victory Votes
V-Votes to:

Ivan
Kaze
Scarlett

TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
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(6/12/02 5:06:20 pm)
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Silver Pain
DIE!

Ramirez's eyes pulsed with blood, clouded over with the red mist as he stared like a trapped animal into Ivan's gaze. The boy was choking him, and it brought another tidal wave of anger into Ramirez's tortured mind. It all hurt, everywhere- not just where the boy had punched and bitten and kicked. The mind was his most private sanctum, and it had been invaded by this mockery of a fighter. This animalistic bastard was trying to take away his innermost thoughts, and now he wanted to choke him? To kill him? That was too much. Ramirez gurgled as blood streamed from the corners of his lips, the longing to kill surging through him. He let it take over him, for he had no other care in the world.

His hand flailed to his side, and found the hilt of the Ginken. He just needed something dead.

The Silvite's free hand shot away from the choking rod to grip the other's face, his eyes curving into the most murderous look he'd ever given. He sank his nails against Ivan's flesh, digging the nails raggedly against his eyelids and cheeks. Ivan howled in pain, and then more so as Ramirez raked his nails like predator's claws savagely over the boy's face. Ramirez literally cackled with laughter, joyful tears of blood staining his cheeks as he raked lines of vicious red over Ivan's face. The boy recoiled as his cheeks and eyelids were reamed, the flesh torn away and dangling from Ramirez's finely-kept fingernails. He pushed away, his staff coming up to roughly crack against Ramirez's cheek. Ramirez heard something in his nose snap. The pain was beyond him.

He kneed the other with a very dirty street fighting trick. Ivan coughed and wheezed, clutching his lower stomach as he rolled off Ramirez's form. Nonetheless, Ivan swung his staff again to club Ramirez's sore chest, and the Silvite went rigid again. Still he rolled over, his Ginken swiping over and sliding down to decapitate the other. Ramirez's dark, bloody eyes shot forward at that mental picture, of the man's head being torn from his shoulders in one fell swoop. It was so exciting that when Ivan reeled out of the way, Ramirez literally screamed his frustration. He slid the sword further, leaning forward, and hissed in victory as the Ginken's edge slit against the side of the other's throat- a shallow cut, but there was blood!

Ivan gasped in pain, clapping a hand to his bleeding cheek. But his eyes were filled with challenge, with the pain that the Silver Nightmare had inflicted upon him. He tackled Ramirez again, and Ramirez let him, slamming the pommel of the Ginken against the boy's ribs as hard as he could. Something cracked and Ivan spit blood all over Ramirez's face, crying out his pain. Yet the pain sent adrenaline through him, and he viciously brought the stave down to grind into the bruising bridge of Ramirez's nose, smacking it as sharply as he could. Ramirez felt splinters dig into his flesh, sting the bone, and he cried out in a pain of his own. It intensified as Ivan slammed his knee into his stomach, taking advantage of the sternum scar. Ramirez's eyes flared again, and blood literally splurted from his sockets to spray over Ivan's face.

Then Ramirez leaned up and bit him, savagely, on the mouth.

There was absolute pain in Ivan's darkened eyes as Ramirez's incisors pierced through Ivan's lips, ripping at them. Ramirez tasted blood as he reeled his head back, using the pressure to try to tear the lips from Ivan's face. Ivan's fists pounded against his ribs, each blow striking bone on bone. Ramirez screamed in his throat, but did not relent, his jaw crushing tight enough to snap against Ivan's lips. Ivan's fist pulsed into white, the yell dying in his bleeding lips, and he plunged it against Ramirez's center. Gasping, the Silvite released the mage, and they both wheezed their pain as they rolled over each other, delivering punch and blow. Ramirez slugged him violently on the jaw, the crack inviting edema into his knuckles as Ivan's head snapped to the right. Ivan retaliated with a backhand across the face, splitting Ramirez's lower lip in red fire. Ramirez clawed at Ivan's chest with his Ginken, trying to saw against it as Ivan pressed his stave against the edge. Ivan kneed him in the stomach again, and Ramirez leaned up to bite his ear.

"DIE!" Ramirez screamed, like the howl of an animal, just before clamping his jaw shut on Ivan's earlobe. He tore at it, a thin cut appearing at the base of the lobe as Ivan's head was forced to the side, the ear nerves exploding in agony. Ivan screamed back at Ramirez, and like an animal clawed into the man's throat with his nails. Ramirez felt his pale flesh turn red with the claw move, and he released the ear only to rip it again as he shoved Ivan off. He caught a chip of the ear's flesh just as Ivan's nails raked over his collarbone.

They rolled off each other, bleeding from their eyes and noses and ears and face. Ramirez straightened up with a giggle, forcing himself up by way of the Ginken. Ivan was purely angry, though- mad with anger. He raised the staff and threw himself at Ramirez, screaming a vituperation to the Silvite before bringing the stave's wooden surface down for a lethal crack on the crown of Ramirez's skull. Ramirez slashed the blade up in response, the dull edge clacking off the staff's surface to send it back. Ivan was forced to straighten up again, and Ramirez's sword now faced forward in his hands with the edge down. In his broken self, his widened and bloodied eyes did not see the light forming at the crown of Ivan's staff.

He slashed down, a diagonal cut, as viciously as he could, and gashed through Ivan's robe as deeply as he could. A bloody rip followed from Ivan's left shoulder across his collar, just as the crackle of a magic spell tore down on Ramirez. A single blast of fiery light engulfed the Silvite's chest, and as the slash completed, he was blown back a full three feet to slam into the ground again. Ivan fell back to slump onto the ground, his chest ragged as he breathed heavily- his robe had blocked most of the cut with its protective material, but the cut had still carved half an inch deep. There was pain in his body, Ramirez could see, just as the blast of fire had reopened his scar.

The Silvite and the mage straightened up again on one knee, each squinting through bloodied vision. If the duel did not end soon, the next pass would kill them both.

But if he did, Ramirez would die laughing.

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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.

Edited by: TenshiKain at: 6/12/02 5:09:55 pm
Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
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Hong Kong film action!
Under the Sky so Blue – V

Vainglory.

Two hands clawed the sky for a lost firearm, one sleeved in a grass-stained white, the other in a long, thin black glove. Each hand found a handle and clenched it in a white-knuckle grip, each swinging the firearm toward the other still hanging in the air.

Kaze’s first shot wasn’t what he expected. Neither was Gilder’s.

Gilder looked down to find himself heir to the Black Wind’s crimson double-barreled handgun. And it was heavier than it looked. Hitting the ground, he wasted no time in whirling on his rump and knee to face Kaze, training the man’s own gun back on him. Coming face to face with a silver revolver of his own.

For the second time in a minute, he came face to face with Kaze, each of their guns pointed squarely into the other’s head. They were both breathing heavily, but relaxed not a muscle. They were at the edge of death itself, as if in each others’ eyes was where the reaper resided.

“Funny, that it should come to this” Gilder mused, reminding himself to never be so myopic as to lose sight of the big picture. Kaze’s face remained unchanged; he merely gave the smallest of nods. When had it ever been that either of them had looked down the barrel of their own guns in fear? Gilder had amused himself by pointing his empty revolvers straight into his eyes when he was cleaning them, just to wonder how the people he shot down might have felt. Now he knew. “I won’t shoot if you won’t. Better we both live than both die.” Certainly that was reasonable enough.

As if thought had been telepathically shared between the two, each dropped from their stalemate and rolled backward, firing an unaimed shot just for cover’s sake, two from Gilder with the crimson gun. The two triggers were right beside each other; it must have taken Kaze an inordinate amount of practice to pull only one or the other in a heated battle. But hey, he was cool with pulling both of them. Twice the cover fire.

Shouting as he sprang up from the grass of the flat field, he was surprised to see Kaze standing completely straight, hiding behind nothing, pointing his own silver six-shooter at him. Charging forward, Gilder feinted to the right and kept running, narrowly avoiding another of his bullets. But if Kaze was just a little bit less sharp of an aim with the six-shooter than with his own, the margin of dodging would be enhanced, and he could get in close while his fellow gunman stood unprotected. With a great heave, the sky pirate jumped like a kangaroo, whipping the red gun under his legs and firing off two bursts of two shots, moving again as soon as his feet came to rest on the ground. Kaze held steady, tracking him with his left hand. Gilder felt a bullet whiz through his hair as he ducked and turned, sliding cleanly through the grass. Kaze was a steady shot and a level eye; that much he figured. But now he had the explosive ammunition, and he intended to use it.

He unloaded four double rounds near the feet of Kaze, throwing up four geysers of dirt and an obscuring explosion with each. Taking the moment to savor a savage strike, he plowed recklessly into the rain of earth and fire. Swinging his arm as if he wielded a sword, he felt the red gun strike the face of Kaze, feeling the satisfaction of a solid strike that flung the opponent back. He was growing mentally tired; emotionally drained, and it was drawing his patience thin. Reveling in his violence, he moved in and sliced the silver revolver he held in his other hand through the distance to Kaze’s heart. He wouldn’t even give the bastard a chance; he pulled the trigger. And he pulled it again. And again. I won’t lose here, and I won’t lose to you. He saw the black gunman fly backward, heard the lodging of bullets somewhere. Hell no…what am I doing!? I’ll become just like Scarlett…just like Ramirez…just like the Valuan Empire! He could see the three small holes piercing Kaze’s black vest…and then an arm threw a black bullet at him, raising his other silver pistol to shoot it less than a foot from where he was standing. A blackness deeper than night engulfed Gilder while his mind raced. Ho-lee Shit! I did not just see that! But the suffocating darkness that blanketed him was all too real.

“The heart cannot be pierced…that I do not possess...” He heard the familiar voice, saw the same unflinching face as the black veil lifted. “…and I want my gun back.”

“Fair enough” Gilder chortled, readying the weapon, trying to push the burning question out of his mind. Powerful as Kaze’s gun was, nothing beat the smooth, sensuous curve of his twin silvers in his hand. Without blinking, both tossed each others’ misplaced guns into the air, toward the other. Gilder lept up as far as his legs would carry him and saw Kaze do the same. But Gilder was more than just a gunman; he was a Blue Rogue, scourge of the skies of Arcadia. He brought up his boot for the impact, kicking Kaze out of the sky and grabbing his silver gun just as Kaze clutched the bottom of the red piece’s handle. Twisting in the air, the grey-shirted Kaze fired a twin burst before landing, Gilder already on the move. There was no time to change a clip; he ejected the two-thirds empty explosive clip and shoved a fresh one in from inside his belt. Gilder once again ducked behind a rock, a rock that was summarily eaten away by explosive blast after explosive blast. Jumping up, he dove into the underbrush near another small grove of trees, ammo whistling by him as he rained fire back. It was Kaze’s turn to jump over the underbrush, firing downward in an aerial strike with more exploding shells. Gilder flipped up with a heaving kick that connected with the Black Wind’s jaw, sending him flailing backward through the air. Firing again, he was dismayed to see that once again, the inactive Demon Gun had deflected the hit, as if it were his enemy’s aegis.

Shouldn’t have agreed to not use my other gun…could’ve gotten this mess finished a long time ago. He blasted at Kaze as the man rolled to a section of the field rife with large rocks, bullets chewing up more of the pristine landscape. Dumping his shells once again, he placed a fresh load in no time as he followed in pursuit. Jumping to a rock, he saw him standing on a rock not so far away; Kuroki Kaze. There was nothing between them now. Gilder took a deep breath, tried to open his mind. It was the gunman’s way; the ultimate concentration.

He heard the shot ring out from the lower of the red gun’s muzzle, felt his own finger move almost instinctively, and the explosion somewhere in between. He fired again to match his assailant, then again, three explosions filling the space between them.

Kaze’s eyes widened as his bullets found their marks halfway to it, exploding in midair. That man, Gilder; he had shot three explosive shells out of the air. He ran diagonally to Gilder’s front and sailed over the gap between the boulders, Gilder sliding down the side of the rock on which he stood to lie in the space in between. Kaze felt the bullets nip and bite at his heels as he ran. Suddenly, the impulse took hold of him; he heaved a mighty backflip, twirling in midair like a trapeze artist as he brought his gun to bear. This would be the final shot, one way or the other.

Gilder rolled in the grass between two of the boulders, Kaze’s form looming in the air over him. He brought his two silver revolvers together between his palms as if they were the completing pieces of the same gun, grasping anxiously the two silver triggers. It would end here, one way or the other.

Four bullets. One sound. It was then that the world stopped moving. The grass faded in the wind, the rocks melted away into mist, and the only audible sound was that of clattering shells and heavy breathing.

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Soil! My strength!

Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
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(6/12/02 5:16:44 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
I'd just like to apologise, for only managing to making one post in that round because of time constrictions on me. Soujiro Seta carried most of it and it was an excellent duel, but I'd liked to have done more if I was able to. Thankfully, I'll be in for the whole of the final round.

*claps and cheers Soujiro*


~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~

Baka
Wind Seer
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(6/12/02 5:21:36 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
I think we're done, Tenshi... I think we broke our characters :)

Urgh. It's getting late. Dunno how long I'll last this final round, but I'll do my best!


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