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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 1, 2011 3:41:18 GMT -8
Well, this was certainly unexpected. Xyzillentz ran towards Force, feet slipping slightly at first but gaining traction as he took off. Fortunately, trees are big and easy to see coming, and Force was not exactly performing his actions discreetly. He darted along the field, dodging the few trees that fell, as he approached his opponent. He came to a stop just a few feet away from him, right as the hypnotic influence ought to be wearing off.
His jaw unhinged, opening at a sickeningly wide angle. An acidic green stench surged out from his malevolent maw, a gaseous geyser aimed directly at Force's vulnerable skin. The instant the corrosive mist stopped spewing forth, Xyzillentz lashed out with his forked tongue. It extended to unbelievable lengths, dripping a sedating substance and lashing out repeatedly at the open wound on Force's leg before spiraling around him and pulling taught, the coils careening inwards to trap the navi in a bonds secreting vitiating venom.
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Post by Genesis on Jul 1, 2011 19:49:39 GMT -8
[bgcolor=Black]= Xyzillentz = Style: 29/30 Articulation: 18/20 Balance: 18/20 Length: 9/10 Emotion: 9/10 Misc: 10/10 Total: 93 = Force = Style: 28/30 Articulation: 16/20 Balance: 17/20 Length: 9/10 Emotion: 8/10 Misc: 10/10 Total: 88
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 1, 2011 20:30:28 GMT -8
((45 EXP / 450z to Force)) ((120 EXP / 1,200z to Xyzillentz))
Force: 20/200 base, + 20/200 for A rank, + 5/50 for planned finish.
Xyzillentz: 50/500 base, + 20/200 for A rank, + 5/50 for planned finish, x 1.6 staff/Resource bonus.
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Post by jsrvolt on Jul 1, 2011 20:43:12 GMT -8
The serpents tongue coiled around him. Despite his rage struggling, the sedative began to have it's desired effect. Force's senses returned to him, no longer desiring the death of everything in the forest. The realization was quick as his body seemed to go numb. He'd been beaten again. AGAIN!
This had been a pretty bad move all around, he would realize later, but at the moment there was something more pressing on his mind.
"Mark my words, snake!" Force bellowed as quickly as his numbed mouth would let him. Losers etiquette said the loser was not supposed to challenge the winner, unless the winner challenged the loser again. While Force followed those unwritten rules, he would make one exception. "Next time! I WILL defeat you!"
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 2, 2011 0:18:23 GMT -8
Xyzillentz retracted his tongue, leaving the fallen warrior to his failure for a moment. "No you won't. Not if you keep fighting the way you do now.". He walked closer to the useless body of his opponent, looking it over. "Look at yourself. You're strong. You have potential. And with the right lessons, the right training, you could make an excellent minion..." No, that word was too blunt. "...Or enforcer, if you prefer the term. So when we next meet, you have a choice: accept my help and serve me, or pick another fight and humiliate yourself once more. But for now, it's time you fell into the strange slumber of deletion..."
Xyzillentz walked right up to Force and crouched down to the level of his slumping form. The rain was washing out his wounds, and red rivers ran across his skin. It was a bizarrely beautiful macabre masterpiece; the statuesque shape of his opponent's body serving as the perfect canvas. The darkloid leaned in toward his victim's face and whispered softly.
"Pleasant nightmares."
He raised a hand to his face and blew a kiss at Force, the last of the acidic mist within him escaping his scaly lips... the green fumes of death were the last thing Force saw before his eyes melted and ran out of his sockets, cascading down over the open wounds where his skin had once been.
*FORCE.EXE DELETED*
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