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Post by Teej on Sept 23, 2007 15:29:20 GMT -5
As the flame blazed toward the knight, he brought his weapon outward, firing a ball of his own fire to negate the blast.
(I'll end ti there because I'm not 100% sure how your attack is different from a normal fireball, so...>__>)
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Fallen
Black Flame Demon
Demon Hunter
"You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories." Stainslaw J. Lec
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Post by Fallen on Sept 26, 2007 23:29:50 GMT -5
OOC: I've tried to write this post a couple times, but it always seems that something else comes up. >.>
Kalmar swore under his breath as the attacks cancelled each other out. "I do not know you, but before this is over you will wish you had never met me."
Fine black energy particles began forming underneath his feet, forming into a five foot circle in a matter of moments. The black circle suddenly shot upwards in a pillar of corrupted energy, encasing Kalmar's dark form.
The pillar of black energy began condensing onto Kalmar, soon leaving the Demon Hunter with a shiny new set of duds.
Black and soot covered armor covered Kalmar, made of a strange flexible yet extremely durable material.
The curiass was composed of black and blood-red mail, shaped to look like overdeveloped torso muscles. A roaring demon head was inlaid into the chest section, two blood-red rubies set into the eye sockets. The back of the curiass has two blade-like ridges running from the back of the shoulders to the small of his back, growing smaller as they descend.
From the pauldrons to the wrist, the black and soot covered material covered his limbs. The armor on his arms and shoulders was also shaped to look like overdeveloped muscles. The pauldrons had blood red lines coursing through it, with three nuclei-like energy cells held beneath them.
The gauntlets are black colored with two curving soot colored blades that start from the base of the forearm and extend three inches past the elbow. The front blade is an inch high, while the back blade is an inch and a half. The gauntlet's fingers are shaped like claws, though have little to no combat effectiveness.
The greaves are black and soot colored with expandable 'skirt' armor that houses two propulsion units underneath it. Blood-red triangular blade-like spikes spikes are fitted onto the kneecap and shins of the greaves, the knee blades being a foot long while the shin blades being half a foot long.
The boots are black and layered with segmented armor fittings, with two soot colored claw like pieces fit onto the sides of the boots.
On his left arm he held a black ringed blood-red shield, the edges tapering into four blunt points. A thick soot-colored pointed cross is set in the center of the shield.
His helmet is composed of the same black armor and covers his entire head, with two blades that extend upwards diagonally from the cheek area. A two-pronged soot-colored crest is set into the forehead of the helmet, with a small ruby embedded in the center.
"Now, prepare. Nothing can save you now."
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Post by Teej on Oct 14, 2007 16:41:38 GMT -5
"Stop talking to yourself, people may consider you a bit of an oddball." Arumon stated rather flatly. "Because you surely can't be talking to me with your overconfident babble."
Arumon's armor glowed a bright red now, so much to the point where a severe heat eminated from it. He grasped his blade firmly, energy coursing through both weapon and wielder.
"Now prepare. Nothing can save you now."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Dec 29, 2007 2:05:30 GMT -5
Thrusters in armor ignited in a red blaze, kicking up winds and sands as Kalmar darted forward at Arumon. Spreading arms out low, the emitters glowing for a second before blood-red blades shot out, curving over black-armored claws and shooting forward. His arms flashed in and out repeatedly at Arumon, blades leaving red trails in the air.
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Post by Teej on Mar 15, 2008 16:36:06 GMT -5
Arumon stopped suddenly, jerking a bit as he pulled his right arm back. He struggled to get the blade to do so due to the constant attacks he was under, but his blade eventually loosened into a whip-like weapon. He brought his sword forward as he studied Kalmar's movements, and brought the blade-turned-whip to Kalmar's arm, wrapping around it. Arumon brought his arm back, fastening the whip around his opponent's arm, cringing as he did so...his constant battling over the last couple of hours were damaging his blade arm quite a bit with all of it's activity.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 17, 2008 0:32:49 GMT -5
Kalmar, surprised, grunted as the weapon somehow wrapped itself around his arm, and he dug his feet in as Arumon pulled it taut. Malleable weaponry were a new enemy tactic. He leaped upwards as the leg blades folded downwards, and he kicked at the knight's head as he moved--if Arumon didn't decide to fling him away, that is.
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Post by Teej on Mar 20, 2008 1:41:44 GMT -5
Arumon brought his blade back to it's original form, then stretched it upwards, towrds Kalmar. The blade itself was too dull to do any real damage at this point, so rather the sword began to bend itself over, the blue hilt growing as the weapon caved in on itself, forming a one handed shield. As Kalmar's foot collided with the shield, the knight thrusted his body to the side, throwing his foe to the ground beside him.
"You really should consider yourself lucky...not many people get to see the blade's abilities to this extent." Without another word, Arumon thrusted himself into the air as his blade took yet another shape. The golden blade thinned itself out and split apart, re-arranging itself into a cresent shape, with it's blue hilt acting as the ends. A thin light appeared to stream out from the ends of the cresent, and Arumon drew his hand back, revealing an arrow.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 20, 2008 3:03:18 GMT -5
Kalmar grunted and swore as he impacted against the hard sand, feeling the blow despite the armor he wore. Behind the visor of his helmet, his eyes widened substantially as Arumon prepared an arrow of energy, and he rolled out of the way, quickly righting himself up into a kneel. He swung his right hand back, clenching it briefly as he gathered darkness into it. Black fog covered his gauntleted arm, with tendrils of ice-like shadow creeping up along it. Kalmar stood up with legs spread evenly, thrusting his charged attack forward at the knight and launching a wave of darkness, the Entangler shot, at him.
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Post by Teej on Mar 20, 2008 16:12:56 GMT -5
The arrow missed it's target, and now he had a wave of darkness flowing at him at an undodgable rate...two mess ups in a row....that was quite a bit. Arumon, unable to ndodge the darkness, brought his bow in front of him for minimal defense...
...It failed, of course, sending the knight back, his feet skidding against the sand.
"I have a couple more tricks up my sleeve....can't let you die without seein' em both, right?" Arumon chckled through his visor, now cracked down the center do to Kalmar's last blow. The arrow formed back into a blade, which Arumon disassembled himself. The blue hilt split in half and re-attached to each other, forming a double-sided scysth, and the rest of the blade formed a lance...providing Arumon with two seperate weapons, which he held in each hand.
"Don't die on me here, you still have one more left to see." Arumon chuckled a bit, despite the heavy blows Kalmar was dishing out on him, and proceeded to lunge forward at his opponent, holding the double-scyth forward, spinning it.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 20, 2008 17:18:27 GMT -5
Kalmar grinned confidently as the Entangler shot struck his target dead on. That grin quickly became a frown, however, when he saw that Arumon was not frozen in place by the attack, and now the man was wielding a pair of weaponry made from a single blade. That wasn't good.
He swung his arm out, summoning his scythe for battle, and its blade gleamed dully in the sunlight. Spinning the weapon overhead, he roared as he swung it down to parry Arumon's double-scythe, while the leg blades on his armor swung down into place for battle.
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Post by Teej on Mar 22, 2008 1:58:23 GMT -5
Arumon held his double-scythe in place, as his other arm lunged back, forcing the dull spear into the stomach-area of Kalmar's armor. The knight assumed it wouldn't do a substantial enough of damage to his foe, but all he needed was for him to flinch, the position he was in could lead to a third mistake on his part in a row -a new record- one he didn't want to break.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 22, 2008 3:40:14 GMT -5
With both hands trying to force his scythe down at the knight, through his defenses, Kalmar was ill-prepared to defend against the other weapon, instead relying on the armor to protect him. Like Rua, he underestimated Arumon's strength. The lance slammed hard into his gut, and he was sent flying back into the hard sand, his grip lost on the scythe. The armor he wore cut groves in the sand as he slid back, and he snarled. Kalmar forced himself up, standing on his feet. He flung his arms back, and strips of metal from his gauntlets wound past his hands, forming sharp points--drills. With another thought, the red blades extended from his wrist, growing along both sides of each drill bit. Red eyes flashed behind a black visor, contrasting with the bright sun.
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Post by Teej on Mar 23, 2008 13:02:37 GMT -5
Well...that was interesting. It had appeared that Kalmar had finally been stripped down to one of his more powerful, if not most, to the knights knowledge, set of armor and weaopnry. Despite, his sycthes and rod remained intact, not quite ready for the final trick up his sleeve...some fun first would be nice. Arumon attained a defensive position, having his weapons at the ready...may as well give him the first strike; no real challenge any other way.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 23, 2008 13:52:27 GMT -5
There was a flurry of dusty sand kicked up behind Kalmar as he rocketed forward, propelled by the skirt thrusters of the Devil Guardian Armor. His right arm led the way, the two drills covering his hands spinning rapidly between the crimson arm-blades. He closed the distance between himself and the knight, and began rapidly thrusting his arms, one after the other, in an attempt to strike the knight.
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Post by Teej on Apr 6, 2008 19:45:36 GMT -5
Arumon attempted to counter the shots by spinning his staff and scyths around the blows Kalmar was attempting to land, but it was obvious his foe had the upper hand when one of Kalmar's blows struck Arumon in the jaw, causing the black glass to shatter, allowing his opponent to view his mouth.
The knight was sent flying back from the next strike, causing the dirt to flow into his gasping mouth for the first time in...years, he assumed.
"Your beginning to annoy me, I'll give you that much, since your still alive." Arumon stuck his now-normal blade into the ground as a way to pick himself back up.
"I suppose...I can let you see it now." His open mouth grinned as he picked the blade out from the dirt, throwing it into the air. It grew immensely- The several edges on the blade seperated and began pumping in and out of the blade, now split in half. The blue hilt split as well, and began turning 360 degrees. Finally, the black handle floated gently into Arumon's right hand, as his left grasped a handle to the newly formed cannon.
The pumping of the blade's former edges increased as a large ball of energy formed at the former hilt of the blade.
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