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Post by Pyre on Mar 8, 2008 14:20:01 GMT -5
November's long ears perked up and fulled forward with interest at the sudden manifestation of power. He watched Saylo grab for the sword. November let out a long sigh of regret. Well, he really hadn't been planning on a fight. He had just been watching, observing. But if it was a fight this cat wanted then it would be rude to deny him.
The drake went through a slow process of pulling his gun down from his shoulder and placing it on the ground along with some of his heavier equipment. He wouldn't need them. He moved with measured care as though it was almost ceremonial. At last he straightened and pulled one foot back, getting into a stance. "You sure about this? Last chance to back out." He was now apparently unarmed, but in this world of chaos users such an assumption was stupid. November's arms hung at his sides, palms upturned, ready to summon something...whatever he controlled, he was ready to call it to him.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Mar 8, 2008 14:30:23 GMT -5
Saylo had a bored look now, his arms having crossed somewhere between November's removal of his weapons and his getting into the stance. Was that supposed to be intimidating by his show of confidence? Or was it to give this idiot some extra time to get his thoughts together? Saylo never really registered this kind of "stalling" as anything but annoying. This dude's guns could take a little throwing around. This was war, for grace's sake.
"Today, idiot." Was his impacient responce to November's offer, and he waited with an unimpressed frown. Ah, and so this was the suspenceful moment. What, oh what, could this wack-job do?
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Post by Pyre on Mar 8, 2008 14:38:04 GMT -5
November really had been hoping to get out of this. He was tired! But he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. Whatever.
A sudden flash of light, November's hand had shot forward, a bolt of lightning shooting off his palm and in a crooked blinding path towards the cat. He struck his other palm forward and a second followed. Then both his hands drew back, holding between them a ball of energy, ball lightning that sizzled between them, ready to follow suit should his enemy have survived.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Mar 8, 2008 15:19:01 GMT -5
At the first sight of light, Saylo teleported. Usually he wouldn't, just for the sake of showing his apponent that he could easily dodge whatever they had to throw at him because he was better in every way. But he had no idea what this guy was capable of, so teleporting off and watching his attack hit from a safe distance was always informative.
However, the last thing he'd expected was lightning. And nothing could out move light. Saylo teleported to the nearest roof-top sure, but so did the front end of the lightning. And he remerged out of his dimentional rift along with a blinding light that landed him hard on his back with a ear splitting explosion.
Okay.
Ouch.
Deja Vu to the upmost degree. Saylo's already thrashed up body didn't take to the lightning very well, and neither did his nerves. Smaller flickers of electricity jumped between his shoulders and to his hip and face. He tried to remember the last time this had happened. The last time somebody had shot a lightning bolt at him and he teleported. Ah, the mall. Those people. Seigfried had saved his tail that day.
"Son of a b*tch..." Saylo groaned as he staggered back to his feet, panting heavily and his heart pounding a mile a minute, one hand clintching his old stomach wound. He was hunched over with his other hand on the roof-top stair-shed, shoulders heaving, but his mismatched eyes glared bloody-murder. Of all the powers that this guy could have, it just HAD to be the one thing Saylo couldn't compete with. That one stupid thing! Well, that was his luck here reciently. And for a moment, Saylo's mind raced with possible reactions on what to do now. One of them, surprisingly enough, was flee.
But that was just one in the million, and just a thought. Saylo wasn't going to run. Even if the lightning did more harm than good, it super-charged his chaos energy level and, provided that this guy couldn't freaking MOVE like lightning, that would be bad news for November.
"Alright-" He coughed, then staggered forward with clumsy, uncordinated feet. One hand was still clinched over his stomach and he stopped at the edge-wall, staring down painfully with a raised chin and heavy, furious breaths, "Let's try this again..."
He forced his hand away from his burning stomach to rise over his head as his other one did. A large ball of light-sucking energy appeared and growed rappidly by the moment, and then he threw it down at November. He lowered his hands after that, aiming his palms and firing several more smaller, yet almost equally powerful blasts at the hybrid below, refusing to let up until the entire area there was nothing but rubble and a smoke cloud.
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Post by Pyre on Mar 8, 2008 15:31:22 GMT -5
November watched him, face expressionless, sort of like a cat watches a bird but is too lazy to go after it. He watched with interest. This was an odd mix of powers. Sky Corps sought to get rid of the weak and keep the strong. But it also sought to get rid of the crime rate. So unfortunately this cat would have to go eventually. He had amazing abilities though!
Oh, oops, time to defend man!
November threw up one hand as the ball of shadow flew down, shooting lightning back at it. The lightning dispersed the darkness, deflecting the blow. His other hand shot out to deflect the next, and the one after that. But he had to match Saylo blow for blow, and he had to miss eventually...
One of them slipped through his defenses, and impacted with his right shoulder. November staggered, nearly falling to the ground. "Ack!" His blazed his shoulder and the muscle like poison, like alcohol on a fresh wound. He swore, gritting his teeth and eyes flashing back up at the cat. He threw up his good hand again, deflecting the next blow. He had to get on the offense again. So he lifted his injured arm despite the blazing protest and shot several small bolts of energy up at the cat.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Mar 8, 2008 15:50:32 GMT -5
Saylo, this time learning from past mistakes, teleported out of there before November was ready to fire his electricity. He knew his next move might be foolish, and it certainly would be if this guy could think like Saylo could while in hand-to-hand. But that was unlikely. Very unlikely. So he took the chance.
Reapearing behind the half-breed, Saylo waited with a bright, dangerous gleam in his eyes. And once the electricity was no longer coming from his body, Saylo hopped up and spun the toe of his combat boot into November's flank. And after that he teleported again to avoid getting fried for it, and reapeared on the other side of the hybrid and threw a fist at his face.
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Post by |A n g e l| on Mar 8, 2008 16:00:15 GMT -5
While the two mobians fought, Xalias was blowing up more resisters. It was then when one of the explosion, created by the two fighting guys, made Xalias stagger, did he turn to find the source. Blood, red, eyes locked on the cat, & hybrid. A brow quirked, though not a word said. He saw both the mobians get hit by one another's lightning. His brow lowered, watching with little amusement as the two fought. He walked forward, but only a little bit. He flicked his ears, examining the strengths, & weaknesses. Both were damaged by lightning, yet could control it.
For a brief moment the dark, grey, hedgehog looked up at Eggman's ship, before his attention was diverted back to the quarry. He watched the black feline, appear, & disappear. My, my. What a litte magician he was. Xalias crossed his arms over his chest, watching the fight. Interest creeping onto him at every attack thrown. His left index finger lightly tapping his right arm. Every tap counted the attacks given, so. With every attack, one tap was given to his arm. If not attack was happening, the taps would stop. If a defense happened, he tapped his arm with his left index, & middle finger. You could say it was his way of examining a fight.
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Post by Pyre on Mar 8, 2008 16:26:15 GMT -5
November reacted surprisingly fast. But not quite fast enough. He spun in search of Saylo's new placement, but not in time to stop the connection of boot with spine. November was nearly knocked down, but the sudden punch to his face actually kept him upright, a confrontation of forces.
In a blast of fury and partly desperation to get this guy away, An explosion of electricity shot out from the drake, an electrical charge acting as a sort of shield. He just did that to get Saylo off him. Now he lept back to get an assessment on things again. That was stupid, he scolded himself. But he wouldn't fall prey so easily next time. He knew more about his opponent, he could defend himself better.
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Post by blackwolf on Mar 8, 2008 16:42:45 GMT -5
(should Feng just leave or something?)
Putting his hand out, Feng followed the outside of the ship upward, trying to find the window that would allow Eggman to watch, or something like that. His fingers found glass, and he started to pound on it, not even sure if Eggman was on the other side. "Hey!" He called. "Let me in! I've been living in the sewers without any contact from you, and you start an invasion without telling me? I'm not dead, and I've still got my bombs!"
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Mar 8, 2008 16:52:32 GMT -5
Saylo tried to use the force of that explosion into a well cordinated back-hand-spring, but his body wouldn't respond right and he ended up on his stomach sliding face first through the broken up pavement, coming to a stop several feet away.
His eyes were shut tightly and his brow twitching, his face was bloody and bruised but that wasn't the worst thing. He lifted his head slightly, though his expression didn't change, trying to hold it in. But he couldn't, and his mouth opened wide in a loud, painful cough, a mouthfull of blood splattering the chunks of sand and cement in front of him. It was followed by a husky cry and he lowered his chin, his nose touching the bloody rubble and his face set in a tight grimace. His lungs were on fire, and that cough had felt nothing less than flames ripping up from his throat. The elecrticity that had been sent through him had to find a way out, and it had ripped through the deep, half-healed puncture wounds , now refreshed and reopened. And they more than just bled through his singed clothes.
It hurt now worse than before. Saylo didn't even remember how it felt when those spikes had closed in on him. He'd passed out. And most definetly would've died if Seigfried hadn't found some miraculous way into that demention like he had. Once again, he'd come to Saylo's rescue. And once again, Saylo had gotten himself in over his head.
For a moment, he couldn't move, couldn't think. He was consintrating so hard on blocking the pain from his mind that everything else in existance just melted away. He propped himself up on his elbows, er...tried to. His eyes were still tightly closed, the front of his muzzle was still rested against the block of stone and his mouth open to take in wide, gaping breaths into his punctured lung that made his bleeding shoulders heave. It was torment. Absolute torment. He'd get up again though, whether he was able to or not, he'd get up. But this would be the perfect moment for November to play with him some more. If that was his goal at all.
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Post by |A n g e l| on Mar 8, 2008 17:20:28 GMT -5
Xalias watched the black felin be thrown to the ground. His Crimson stared quickly snapped back to the hybrid. The Grey hedgehog stepped forward, his arms uncrossing. He stopped by the injured Mobian, glancing at the black feline. The Hedgehog looked to the Hybrid, before Xalias finally spoke. His voice deep, and cruel. " Mind explaining, just what the h*ll is going on?" Xalias turned to face the Hybrid, His arms hanging limp at his sides, though his fingers slowly curling in with hallow pops. The leather material that made his gloves, creaking as his hands curled into loose fists. the bottom of his boots making a crackling/ scraping sound as they shifted.
These guys were threats to the doctor, and threats to the doctor, were threats to him. So tolerance was running thin. If the Hybrid made any attacks, it could just be his injury. Xalias was swift, & his blood spear was quite explosive. If his blood spear crumbled the corner of a building, then imagine what it did to a single being.
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Post by Pyre on Mar 8, 2008 17:37:59 GMT -5
November straightened, mis-matched eyes fixed on Xalias as though trying to comprehend that he was really there. Coming out of a trance... He took two steps back, blinking rapidly at the hedgehog. "I'll explain when I understand it myself. I come here to start a war only to find someone else has started it for me and then this freak attacks me and then you show up! Care to explain first?"
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Post by |A n g e l| on Mar 8, 2008 17:55:59 GMT -5
Xalias listened to the hybrid. His eyes narrowed " You came to a start a war?" he quizzed, his face staying expressionless like it did throughout the whole thing. Well. Except for a small sneer earlier, but other than that... Xalias flicked his ears. " Oh, I've been here for awhile now, you just failed to notice. As for my explanation. Heh. The information won't go to you until I know, just who the h*ll you are. Till then. I guess it's your turn to speak." Xalias let his fists uncurl, before curling back in, letting his knuckles pop, and ready for a fight if it came to that.
The straps on his black jacket, clanking as he moved away from the injured guy temporarely. The pebbles, on the cement, crackling beneath his feet as he started in a slow circle around the unknown mobian, not taking his cold view off of him, not even for a second, except to blink. The knife he had strapped around his waist was revealed as a slight breeze pushed toyed with his coat. To tell the truth. The knife's case was shown, not the actual knife, then again. You didn't want to see that knife.
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Post by Pyre on Mar 8, 2008 18:06:37 GMT -5
November kept his hands at his sides, watching with outward calm yet fully alert as the hedgehog circled. Great, just what I need, another fight. "Well so far I have no quarry with you. So do you mind calming down a little? My name's November Southguard. There's not a lot more than that to tell." Well November certainly wasn't going to say anything about Sky Corps.
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Post by |A n g e l| on Mar 8, 2008 18:27:52 GMT -5
Xalias watched him. He listened as the November introduced himself, and telling him to calm down. " Well, November Southguard. What did you mean by, 'starting a war?' Don't hide secrets. I could just blow you away." At that, one of his hands lit up with a red energy. He raised his hand away from November, moving his gaze to a building. He fired a single shot, though in that single shot, flew six energy spears. He lowered his hand watching his his blood spear make a large puff of smoke in the middle of the building. Cement, chunks, sent flying, by the impact of the energy.
Xalias quickly snapped his view back on November, the energy around his hand disappearing. " The name is Xalias, by the way." he stopped his circling, once more standing by the black cat. Xalias looked back at the building he had fired upon, seeing the dust settled, revealing a large hole, a pile of cement where office rooms used to be. Xalias looked back at November.
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