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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 23, 2012 17:51:19 GMT -8
Quickman was painfully reminded exactly why he prided on avoiding any direct hits from his opponents. The acidic burst that struck his chest burned, worse then anything he had felt before, and even seemed to corrode his armor as it passed over him. Before he even let out a surprised yelp, he was suddenly in a strange death grip, bear hug combo. And then...the gas.
To say the least, it was...unpleasant. that was also likely the understatement of the century. He was to caught up with the sudden counter attack, he had no choice bit to breathe the foul gas. The instant reaction was a gagging and coughing, his body desperate for clean air. This of course just caused him to breathe in more and more of the toxic fumes.
His mind a haze, Quickman figured he had two options at this point. Resign him self to a slow asphicitation, or try to get some darn clean air. He put as much energy as he could into his legs, and dashed forward, dragging the half lizard navi with him, hoping to out pace the rate the fiend could expell the pungent substance. His body slowly losing its strength from the toxins that now ran through him, he knew he had to finish this quick. He hadn't even considered the possibility that he should try to get the sorce of the gas off himself until now. While running he began to punch at the tag along, hoping to encourage him to release him from his deadly embrace...
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Post by Kman on Feb 27, 2012 23:39:03 GMT -8
All right. Finally time to grade this thing.
Style: Xyz: 27/30 - Xyzillientz has a certain flair, and you did well in showing it off :P Quick: 25/30 - I see what you mean about you having issues getting into Quick's character; it's a bit rough in spots.
Articulation: Xyz: 19/20 - A few things caught my eye, but didn't impede the progress of the RP. Quick: 17/20 - You had a few mispellings in thar that kinda took me out of the story; make sure ya watch those.
Balance: Xyz: 17/20 - He seemed a little dodge-happy, considering Quickman's speed. Quick: 18/20 - You almost under-played Quick a little, IMO.
Length: Xyz: 8/10 - You both got a little short on me there at the beginning of the fight; 'twas expectin' more. Quick: 8/10 - See above.
Emotion Xyz: 7/10 - I was hoping to see a bit more of Xyz's...sensual side :P There wasn't a lot of banter from him, and unless he's changed some, not what I expected. Quick: 8/10 - Again, I can see the slight inconsistencies in your style with Quickman, but by the end it seemed like you were getting into it pretty well okay.
Judge Points Well darn. All the bases have been covered. I like UFA and Quick pretty well okay, so let's give them 10 points 8D Xyz: 10/10 QUick: 10/10
TOTALS- Xyz: 88 (A) +20/+200 Quick: 86 (A) +20/+200
Xyzillientz wins by a long, sinuous reptilian tongue!
The below are before any fancy boosts
Xyzillientz: 70 EXP/700 zenny Quickman: 40 EXP/400 zenny
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 28, 2012 14:25:42 GMT -8
Rawr. The results~ __________________
Quickman try as he might couldn't seem to free himself from the clutch of the reptilian navi. The toxins slowly ebbed at his strength, realizing it was futile at this point he stopped fighting against him, and stopped moving. He used what strength he had to keep from blacking out, remaining motionless to see what this navi would do next.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 28, 2012 22:21:43 GMT -8
As Quickman came to a stop, Xyzillentz planted his feet on the ground and pushed, toppling his weak, poisoned opponent. He laid on top of his fallen foe, one body on another, almost as though he were trying to crush him with his weight - an impossible prospect considering his lithe, light form. The gasses ceased flowing, and instead, Xyzillentz' forked tongue flicked out of his mouth, licking his victim's face. It traced over his nose, slithered along his forehead, looped down around the eyes and finally finished on his lips before being sucked back in just as rapidly as it had emerged.
The darkloid spoke in an evil, satisfied tone - something like an audible smirk.
"Delicious... you would make a fine treat. But I like you, so I'll offer you a deal. It's quite simple, really; admit your defeat, surrender, and acknowledge my superiority. Then I'll keep you alive for a while. As a cute little pet, perhaps. At least until I get bored."
He shrugged.
"Or you can be a stubborn fool, and I'll have myself a snack. Your choice."
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Post by Team Active Star on Mar 2, 2012 12:04:30 GMT -8
Quickman didn't like the choices given him, but he also lacked much say in the matter at the time. He frowned, half considering how painful it would be to be a snack... Finally though he sighed and shook his head.
"You obviously won...why do I have to...say it? Besides....I doubt I taste very well..." he trailed off, his strength giving out. Slowly his head lulled to the side, as he lost consciousness, not knowing his fate to be. [/color]
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