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Post by The « Scith » on Jun 20, 2006 21:07:56 GMT -5
The behemoth swung that massive cleaver around and let it land so the tip was pressed into the ground, one hand slumped on the hilt while his other arm had bent itself and tucked the opposite hand down into the pocket on that side. Hiding it there, though, at the same time, his focus had never left the boy in a single moment, he had been bred to ensure defeat was not something that came easily, and to top it off, from what the boy had shown already, he knew he had some sort of telekinetic abillity, everything was in how you absorbed your opponents strengths and of course, weaknesses.
"Walking now are we?... yet with a trembling lip. Interesting to say the least."
A bit of a snort came from his nostrils as head shifted back and fourth, the sickening crack of bone grinding against wrought steel from his bone grinding against the steel that littered his body throughout. Contemplating the death of this seemingly unarmed child, was something that came at great pleasure, he had been the one to think as a philospher rather then the traditional hack and slash. That contemplation was what allowed him to have the mental status, that his breathren just couldnt achieve, and also, the same thing that gave him intelligence, the abillity to think and react accordingly rather then relying alone on your instincts for your entire life.
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Xeryth Varson
Spell Caster
Synsk
The look of a boy best left alone.
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Post by Xeryth Varson on Jul 4, 2006 14:55:20 GMT -5
The creature did not move, his own confidence moving him into inaction. All the being did was simply talk to the boy, a series of words which Xeryth completely and utterly ignored. In Xeryth's mind, everything was focused, everything was still, everything was coming down to a single point: One tiny window of opportunity that XX-003, in his lack of direction, was just about to open. Xeryth's lip trembled, but his eyes showed nothing, no fear, no determination, just an empty look about them; the eyes of either a man deep in thought, or dead.
Considering what he was up against, Xeryth may well have been either, at the moment.
He hadn't had far to walk in the first place, and finally, he had already walked right up upon the being, XX-003. It was more or less right on top of him now, staring down at the boy just between his legs, and a little in front. It was then, finally, that the plan laid out from the very beginning, ever since the fire attack, was set into motion.
A quick glance upward. That was all it took, and Xeryth would suddenly shoot up into the air, driving upwards towards the creature's head. The Psi-Barrier that had propelled him earlier had done the same again, having been moved back into position underneath him when the boy had nodded, just before beginning his walk, and he had telekinetically kept it underneath him as he strolled forth. He reached just enough of a height that he needed, only about a foot below the massive being, before both his hands, fists still clenched, extended forward, hands opening as he did so, releasing the dual handfuls of sand he had procured upon his original landing from his assisted vault over the flames, when his hands had touched ground for that short moment. He did not throw this sand as a schoolyard kid would do, however, he focused in on the sand in his hands, giving each a tiny telekinetic shove upwards, so, instead of two clouds of sand emanating from the boy's hands, it was as if two semi-focused bullets of sand were shooting forth from his hands, directly into the eyes of XX-003. Seeing as it was sand, it could not to any sort of lasting damage, but it would most likely blind the creature, if only for a moment.
A moment, however, was all Xeryth needed for the final, and inarguably the most effective, part of his plan.
When Xeryth's arms raised for the sand attack, his long, loose sleeves both fell back, revealing the boy's small, pale forearms. An item of curiosity, however, was attached to the right one. A mostly golden bracer-like object was strapped to it, looking rather high-tech, and in stark contrast to the rest of the boy's rather drab and unassuming garb. At this point, a few things happened at once. Xeryth blinked, the ring on his middle finger began to glow, and, most impressively, the bracer suddenly hummed to life, a translucent blue blade surging forth about a foot long, it's entire essence humming with psionic energy.
The Psionic Manifestation Emitter. A top-tier piece of D-13 equipment, and the only thing Xeryth took with him when he left, most likely because of the trouble it was just taking the damn thing off. It's schematics were relatively unknown, but its effects were obvious. It fed off the psionic emissions of its user, forming a coalition with the user's mind, to shape itself into any type of weapon the wielder chose. Xeryth, however, was still rather inexperienced with the weapon, but it did not take a master of psychic energy to craft a simple blade from it.
The ring had lit up because, only a moment afterwards, Xeryth leapt, assisted by the magickal item he had found on his first mission with the Academy, throwing himself forwards, towards the creature's exposed chest. Xeryth's right arm drew back and then thrust forward, as he intended to drive the psi-blade straight through the being's chest. Conventional weapons may have been shrugged aside by the beast, but Xeryth doubted his PME was anything but conventional.
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Kurse
Apprentice
Poopty, Puptie, Pants-s
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Post by Kurse on Aug 26, 2006 15:42:21 GMT -5
Kurse opened his eyes and watched Xeryth's entire plan.
jeez, my plan sucked compared to his!
He got up and wiped the blood from his mouth with his left hand that seemed to be broken. Kure's cards were scattered across the floor, and he went to pick them up on by one.
I'm a friggen moron! I hope that thing doesn't see me.
After collecting his cards Kurse staggered back to the wall and leaned on it watching since he couldn't do anything at his current condition.
I coulda helped for any job...like..like planting some flowers! But i had to agree to kill a monster that's virtually impossible to defeat!
Kurse was worn and hoped that Xeryth's plan worked so he didn't have to fight.
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Post by The Designer on Sept 2, 2006 15:53:17 GMT -5
Sorry I must Apologize. Scith has left the building without completing his quest... The Quest is Dead as of now, unless Scith Returns
So for the moment:
Rewards:
Xeryth: 3 EXP Kurse: 1 EXP
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