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Post by Xypher on Aug 11, 2017 16:22:11 GMT -8
[Story Battle] X turns Story Version ACTIVE Nightshade goes first!
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Post by Nightshade on Aug 12, 2017 2:01:18 GMT -8
Nightshade is v12 (14 while in Hyper mode)
The little cat gritted his teeth. The guy didn't even feel one of his strongest moves. Great, just great. This guy is going to be another lost battle in his record. And he would lose his memory too! Focus, Nighty, Focus. There has to be a way to not get your mind wiped.
"...Greiga give me the strength...I am gonna need a miracle to pull through this. That or the help of two little dragons, if they can even find me."
Nightshade's power increased tenfold as immediately transitioned to his Hyper Mode. The greys turned to deep emerald greens as the black turned white. The Green Gale was back, but even then he could feel that it still wasn't enough to level the field. Still, any ounce of power he could squeeze out of his body would help.
In matter of seco-he was already in Merril's business. Another kick this time aimed at the guys chest area. However, it didn't hit there. At the very last moment, Nightshade feet claw would just skim by Merril's torso and come full circle on his ankles. After the initial strike the little cat warrior would use his foot to hook Merrill's leg and pull, his second attempt at throwing him off balance and on the ground.
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Post by Xypher on Aug 12, 2017 17:32:19 GMT -8
Merrill raised his hand up, to deflect the kick, but was surprised at Nightshade's speed. The Cat navi's hook tripped him up, and he tripped backwards he fell off the cliff. He let himself fall for a few moments, before he spread his wings out, stopping his decent. With a few powerful beats, he raised back up, and hovered just above the battlefield. He looked down at Nightshade, sizing him up. with a small thud, he landed back near the edge of the cliff.
"Not bad. I hope you have more than that up your sleeve."
"You are so soft... You'll regret it one day. Quit playing with him and just crush him."
Merrill ignored him. Instead, he bowed towards Nightshade.
The white sword appeared in his left hand, the black sword appearing in his right. Both blades and their fangs were pointed at Nightshade....
Merrill threw one after another at the Cat, charging at him instead. Merrill closed the gap quickly, bringing his arm down in a slashing motion, a green dagger appearing in his hand. He then turned his body, throwing a quick round kick. As soon as he landed, he spun, swinging the dagger for a second strike. He then stepped forward, into the cat's guard, a yellow and white rapier appearing as he thrust it forward. He then stepped back, and flipped over backwards, the weapons disappearing. He pulled his hands back towards him, Life and Death returning, striking at Nightshade as the returned to oscillating around Merrill.
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Post by Nightshade on Aug 13, 2017 1:16:47 GMT -8
The little cat wasn't expecting that level of pressure. A metallic klink sound could be head as he used his claws to deflect the blades thrown his way. The dagger scratched at his side, but nothing too serious. Then, slowly in their confrontation Nightshade's body would slowly accustom to the tempo and synch with Merrill's movements.
The kick threw him off guard,but he was able to stop the rapier from impaling him. He would dodge the last two attacks and land on all fours, in a feral stance. He looked up with curiosity, his thin tail wagging at the winged warrior. Despite being disadvantaged, Nighty was actually beginning to enjoy this fight. Which, by itself , was something amazing.
The cat navi would stand up and pause for a second. He wanted to play with this guy for a little while longer. He had something in him that made it really fun to fight him.
Nightshade dug his claws in the ground and propelled himself forward. He would lock his opponent in melee range, fighting just a few inches from eachother. No raged combat. He wanted to see just how good this guy was. He slashed with his claws left and right, before pouncing at him the moment he would try to slip away with the clear intent on pinning him to the ground.
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Post by Xypher on Aug 14, 2017 14:18:35 GMT -8
Merrill waited as the cat pounced. Just as the Cat struck with his claws, Merrill hooked the claw against his blade. He pressed against Nightshade, matching his force carefully. He matched the cat, blow for blow. Then, as he went to step back, Nightshade jumped, upon him, and pushed Merrill back, towards the ground. Merrill landed, and instinctively threw his feet up, using the momentum against the Cat. He threw the cat off of him, and flipped back up on his feet. He turned and faced his opponent.
"You've got some speed, I'll give you that. But that won't be enough. Lets see how you deal with this..."
This time, Merrill dashed towards the cat, launching himself forward. A quick vertical and horizontal strike, followed up by a quick slashing combo. He jumped back, letting go of the blades. They hovered around him, as he blasted a few bursts of energy at the cat, trying to force him to dodge. After a few blasts, he dashed in, throwing a roundhouse kick of his own, following through by swinging a large blue mace covered in ice spikes, that upon impact with the ground, sent a burst of water forward that froze over on the ground. He then jumped up, using his wings to propel him up and back.
He stretched for a second. He dropped to the ground lightly, instantly dashing forward to strike at the cat. This time, a large red and black lance appeared, and Merrill swung and spun around, striking rapidly at the cat. Thrusts and quick strikes, Merrill attacked with speed and accuracy, aiming to land blows, no matter how effective, focusing on just poking the cat and testing the cat's stamina. Finally he jumped back, banishing the lance. He reached forward with both hands, and suddenly a rather large white and black sword embroidered with a teal gem appeared in his hand. Merrill held the large two handed blade Hope in his hands, and stood in a ready position, Life and death hovering around him. He waited for the dust to settle and to see how Nightshade faired before attacking again.
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Post by Nightshade on Aug 14, 2017 14:29:24 GMT -8
Strangely enough, the little cat warrior was passively withstanding the assault. Rather than dodging, he would parry most of the blows or deflect them with the use of his claws. When the energy bolts were fired he simply swatted them at the side. The lance was a problem to avoid, and it scratched his armor a few times, before he would be able to kick it away.
Nightshade huffed, looking at the guy's massive sword. "Oh for Greiga's sake, you gotta run out of your pokey sticks eventually."
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Post by Xypher on Oct 8, 2017 15:58:58 GMT -8
Merrill smiled. He still had plenty of poke sticks.
Instead, he took a deep breath, energy beginning to gather around him. Instead of attacking, he waited for Nightshade.
"Boy, You don't get it. Even if you both are just wearing at each other, you have the disadvantage. I will get free if you screw up. And I will show no mercy."
Merrill ignored him. He was right though. But Merrill knew he had to grow stronger. And maybe this cat could help him grow, even just a little. He was just bickering to be a distraction. Focusing on Nightshade, he spoke.
"Your move.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 8, 2017 17:02:59 GMT -8
Nightshade panted slowly regaing some breath. Man the guy was strong. Iit almost overwhemed him with a single assault. There was no time to waste. If he were to do something he would need to do it now before Merrill decided to attack again. Focusing his energy deep within him he released his full power. A small shockwave preceded Nightshade's transformation. The cat's appereance changed drastically. The helmet on his head turned into a mask covering his face. His whole body turned into a strnage translucent bluish purple substance. Inside it, red veins ran through its entirety, connected to five pulsating cores. Nightshade's armor shifted slightly. The main different were the colors. The grey turned black and the greens turned red. Nightshade turned his gaze up at the opponent, his power output drammatically increased. He fluidly transitioned into his exotic looking battle stance, baring his clawed hands. His tail twitched. Then, out of the blue, he dashed forward with enough speed to give the impression of teleporting around. In a moment notice he was face to face, belly to belly with the swordsman. He would immediatly try to claw at his target a couple times.
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