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Post by loz on Jul 30, 2009 21:29:04 GMT -5
Loz grimaced as the Turk dodged to the side, his kick swinging through thin air but not hitting anything. He looked to the side just in time to see her leg flying towards his back, which probably wouldn't feel so good. Loz decided that instead of dodging the attack, that he would simply dive right into it. The large Remnant charged with his shoulder, aiming it so that he would fly right into the Turks chest. The kick would still hit his back, but it wouldn't hit where she intended it to, making the attack a lot less effective then the Turk would want it to be.
(OOC: Sorry it's so small, couldn't think of much else to post >_> Next time lets do a thread with a little plot involved, that would help our post length XP)
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 30, 2009 21:52:13 GMT -5
[OoC: No problem- and that sounds like a good idea <<; >>;]
As the martial artist's attack seemed like it would hit, the target turned, throwing her aim off. With a short curse, she pulled her leg back and tried in vain to kick off the man's shoulder as it hit her just below her diaphragm. She hid her wince as a scowl as the breath was knocked out of her again, and she stumbled backward a few feet.
As she took precious few seconds to try and right herself, she knew he would spend the same time either righting himself, or following through with another attack. She lifted her hands defensively, yet again, as she looked back up to him.
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Post by loz on Jul 30, 2009 22:07:56 GMT -5
The kick to the back had hurt Loz a little bit, but he resisted the urge to place his hand on his back once his shoulder charge went through. He had a perfect opportunity to follow up with more attacks, he had been hit too, but the wind had definitely been knocked out of the Turk, and she would need a few seconds to recover. A few seconds that Loz wouldn't easily give her. He looked up at her and grinned, seeing her already going into a defensive position. This girl was good at staying in the action.
Loz jumped forward at the Turk, raising his left hand, intending to hit her with his Dual Hound. The electricity crackled off the device threateningly, promising her a good bit of pain if it managed to make even the slightest bit of contact. Loz had lost a good bit of the advantage that the pile bunker gave him, she recognized its threat from the very beginning of the fight and had been making an effort to keep away from it for the duration of the encounter. Loz smiled to himself as he thought how much he would enjoy it when she finally felt its shock.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 30, 2009 22:40:19 GMT -5
What the woman saw when she looked up was rather frightening- especially since she was in no position to be dodging per usual. She knew that his pile bunker would be the last thing she wanted to be hit by, and when he jumped at her, she tried to move aside and let him pass her by. However- despite her attempts, she was clipped by the weapon- and by Gaia did the electric charge it held hurt.
With a ill-disguised whimper, and a quick shake of her head she turned sharply, and aimed a punch at the back of his head, and a upward kick for his chin, in a sort of one-two pattern. If her fist hit it's target, his head would jerk forward, ever how slightly it might be, and if she was lucky, and her kick followed through, it would sent him stumbling backward.
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Post by loz on Jul 31, 2009 10:26:22 GMT -5
Loz chuckled a little to himself as he heard the Turk give a little whimper, he knew she'd been clipped by his Dual Hound, and he knew that it hurt like hell. Loz had accidentally shocked himself with it once or twice, and the result did not feel good, even to the big Remnant. Of course, when Loz accidentally shocked himself, it had been more then just a little graze like what the Turk received.
The only attack that Loz saw coming was the kick, which was aiming for his chin again. To dodge the attack he moved his head back, only to feel a fist smashing against the back of his skull. He grunted moved forward a bit from the force, only to find a foot in his face. He stepped back again, feeling like some kind of sports ball. He shook his head, looking back up at the Turk and grinning again. "You're pretty fun to play with, you know that?"
Loz shook his head a little more, the attacks had hit pretty firmly. But the Remnant had taken a lot worse in damage, so he wasn't having much of a problem standing up. The Turk was fast, faster then Loz was when he wasn't trying very hard. So what if Loz did try? Loz grinned to himself, he knew how to keep an opponent on their toes. Loz moved towards the Turk again, but right before he was a stride away from her he dashed to the side using some of his unnatural speed, aiming a fast kick towards the Turk's side and then a right-handed punch for her gut.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 31, 2009 12:03:04 GMT -5
The girl smirked triumphantly as both attacks went through accordingly, and, apparently, left a bit of damage- if she could gauge from the fact that he'd actually vocalized. However, he simply shook off whatever feeling might have been left, and turned back to her with a grin on his face. That little grin of his is beginning to disturb me...
"You're pretty fun to play with, you know that?" She blinked, and shifted back into a defensive position.
"Hmph... You make a rather interesting opponent yourself." she stated honestly, before taking note that he was prepping for an attack.
As he ran at her, she stepped to the side- planning to try and hit him from behind again- but was cut off by a fist in her stomach, and a kick to her side. At the point that he should have been taking his last step towards her, he was suddenly right on her- and his speed this time had left her in a pained daze.
The force from both hits sent her off her feet, and backwards onto the snow, rather suddenly. For a few seconds all she could do was stay as she'd landed- knowing full well that she had to get back to her feet.
"Mnn...." She took a moment and found the ground again, before looking back up at the silver-haired man. Well.... that was.... unexpected...
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Post by loz on Jul 31, 2009 14:22:58 GMT -5
Loz was pleased to hear that the Turk thought he was an interesting opponent, though he had never really cared what other people thought of him. The only people who's opinions mattered to him where his brothers, and his mother, if she had ever been around to give him an opinion. He shook the thought of mother from his head, he didn't need to be thinking of her, not in the middle of a fight anyways.
Loz stood there for a moment after his attack was finished, watching as the Turk made to get up from the ground. He had hit her hard with his attacks, using both his speed and strength. He wasn't surprised that she had been caught completely off-guard by them. The only way to know that Loz was going as fast as he was, was a light blue after-image of him that lasted for less then a second. But only the most adept fighters that had faced Loz before would know about those, and Loz didn't usually get to fight the same person more then once. They didn't usually live through the first fight.
His grin turned into a smirk, it was obvious that the Turk had felt those attacks. He decided to let the Turk have the next attack, just because he knew that she would rather fight defensively at this point. He lifted one of his hands and motioned for the Turk to come at him, still wearing a smirk on his face. "Come on, the fun's just getting started." He wondered how much more the Turk could take, was she beginning to lose her taste for this fight?
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jul 31, 2009 23:40:46 GMT -5
As the Turk finally managed to get back to her feet and shift into a strong defensive position, the man before her gestured at her- a taunting grin on his face.
"Come on, the fun's just getting started." he nigh mocked. With an irritated scowl, she realized that he had some sort of plan- obviously revolving around her taking the next attack. Not that she didn't have a plot forming in the back of her mind- she merely needed the chance to put it into effect.
"Why? You too much a wuss to go it yourself? Come on- don't leave a woman to do a man's job, look-alike!" she stated, betraying as little emotion as possible- lest it give away her scheme.
She hoped to get him enraged enough that he should begin to narrow his focus too little- merely going to hit, as most do. Perhaps she could use her lesser weight and pre-determined scheme to land a few hits more than she had been able to thus far. This man obviously was the stronger opponent, had the better weaponry, and higher speed- but she seemed to note that his only intent so far had been to hit her.
It seemed, all he wanted was another burst to his ego, in simpler, perhaps stereotypical terms. His attacks had been frontal from the get-go, and still were, indicating little thought to his actions, and a childish intent to overbear her for the prize at the end- victory. The martial artist would enjoy watching his smirk fade if he lost- and would likely spend quite a while regaining spent energy to heal herself if she were the one to lose.
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Post by loz on Aug 2, 2009 13:17:40 GMT -5
Instead of attacking him like Loz thought the Turk would, she instead gave her own taunt in response to his. Normally words didn't sting Loz that much unless someone insulted mother, but one thing the Turk said rung in his mind, causing his smirk to fade away and be replaced by a small scowl. She had called him a... Look-alike? What was she saying? Was she referring to Sephiroth? Loz knew that he was a Remnant of Sephiroth, but he also thought himself his own person.
Was this woman saying that he was just a copy?
Loz growled a little under his breath, anger flooding through his body, burning through his veins like some kind of acid. No one had ever called him a copy before, and he didn't like the term one bit. Gone was his playful attitude about the battle, Loz could care less about having fun now. He just wanted to make this Turk hurt, to show her that he wasn't just some look-alike by kicking her face first into the ground and then rubbing her head in it. Loz didn't remember the last time he had been so mad, but that didn't matter right now.
What did matter was giving this Turk the beating of her life.
Not that Loz had ever thought about his actions in a fight before, but now he gave even less thought then he usually did. Pure instinct drove him through his rage, he couldn't think of anything else but hurting the Turk, making her regret those words. He'd really enjoy that. He charged forward, his Dual Hound activated and ready, electricity crackling dangerously. He opened his mouth and yelled at the Turk just before he reached her.
"Shut up!"
His voice bellowed around the area, portraying Loz's anger easily. Loz jumped forward when he came within range of the Turk, swinging with his right hand first, then aiming a kick at the Turk's gut, ending the combo by slamming his Dual Hound into the ground and creating a shock wave that he intended to smash into the Turk.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 2, 2009 13:36:35 GMT -5
A smirk formed, then slowly spread across the martial artist's face as she saw the look-alike scowl. She had successfully hit a sore spot, it seemed, or made one- however, that didn't matter. Emotions changed one's fighting style, and acted as a catalyst for bad choices.
"Shut up!" he yelled, clearly growing angrier with the building thought processes in his mind. He leapt into action just before the first echo he had created with his heated reply had diminished. He charged at her, launching a punch at her, paired with a kick, which she sidestepped. She saw him raise his pile-bunker laden arm and hit the ground with quite an amount of force. Just as his fist touched the snow, she leapt up and away using as much force as she could against the loose ground, reactivating her fire materia. Just as the mini-shockwave faded out, she sent a burst of flame into the snow that had risen from the ground, effectively melting it and causing it to fall heavily onto the silver-haired man.
Eventually, that water would freeze over and she could use fire materia-based attacks to cause more damage, or it would lower his body temperature enough to slow him down. She hoped for the latter, as it would give her more of an advgantage.
"What are you- some sort of attempt Hojo made in recreating General Sephiroth? If so- well, he failed horribly."
As soon as the misty rain had left the air, she dove at him, planning to aim a hit for his jaw, and a kick to his side.
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Post by loz on Aug 2, 2009 15:04:53 GMT -5
Loz's frustration grew even more as the Turk simply dodged all of his attacks, even avoiding the shock wave as his pile bunker drove into the ground, causing more snow to fly into the air. The Turk used the snow against Loz, activating a fire materia and causing it to turn into water that would splash harmlessly down upon Loz. He stood up straight, sending a glare at the Turk. He raised one of his gloved hands and ran it through his silver hair, flicking the water out of it. This Turk was really starting to tick him off now.
Loz didn't think of the implications that the water brought. He didn't feel the cold as keenly as others did, but he would certainly start to feel a little chilly as the climate began freezing the water on him. Though the chill wasn't nearly as successful as freezing him as the Turks words were. Some sort of attempt to recreate Sephiroth. The words rang through Loz's head again, causing his anger to flare up even more. He had never disliked Sephiroth, in fact he even looked forward to meeting his brother someday, but this Turk... She was making him feel like he didn't matter, like he wasn't his own person.
Loz bursted into movement as the Turk dove at him, grabbing the punch aimed for his jaw with his own hand and then catching the Turk's leg with his arm, giving her a glare that would freeze the blood of someone weaker. "I told you to shut up." Loz spun around again, heaving the Turk to make sure that this throw would hurt just much as the last. "Just shut the hell up!"
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 2, 2009 15:43:52 GMT -5
The Turk could now practically see the man's anger rising off of him, and flinched as both attacks she had tried to land on him were caught.
"I told you to shut up," he growled- yes, she had most certainly found a delicate topic with him, and now that she knew it, she would use it to her advantage. "Just shut the hell up!"
When she was suddenly thrown again, she realized that this round she would have no means of putting up a distraction to prevent him from jumping right back into his attack. Bloody Ifrit-! As she hit the ground with the same, if not more force than last time, and the breath left her lungs again, she felt a cold burst of realization. Does his stamina never deplenish?!
For a fmoment she was defenseless- and knew that this was a very, very bad thing to happen, especially with the one coming after her being as angry as he was. She sat up, as quickly as she could, and raised her arms in a sort of defensive way.
[OcC: O.o Sorry it be short...]
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Post by loz on Aug 2, 2009 16:50:43 GMT -5
Just as Loz let the Turk fly from his arms he was moving towards her again, not wanting to give her the time to even catch a breath. His rage was at its peak now, completely fueling every one of his actions. His mind raced angrily as the Turk's words echoed through his mind. He stopped just short of where the Turk landed and looked down at her as she moved into a defensive position, not that Loz cared at all.
Look-alike.
Loz sent a powerful kick towards the Turk, not caring about her defenses.
Clone.
Loz took a swing with his right hand at the Turk, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
Nothing but a copy.
It didn't even matter that the Turk had only said some of these things, Loz's imagination was filling in the blanks for him. Just like a child he took what the Turk had said and added on to it, fueling his rage even more then it had already been. Gone was the chill that had begun to bite him earlier, replaced by a numbness to pain, or anything but the hate that he felt. Tears began to fall down Loz's face now, turning into lines of ice as the climate started freezing them.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 2, 2009 17:15:52 GMT -5
For a second nothing happened. Then, as suddenly as the second had passed a sudden hit caught the woman's side and sent her reeling- only to be nullified by another hit that she took to her stomach.
It took a bit for her to see that he seemed to be done for the moment- and that moment was used in preparation for another strike. She pushed herself a bit away from him and sat up a bit straighter, defiant to the pain that bloomed along her middle. For a moment, she looked up to gauge his status, and thought that she was hallucinating.
"Don't tell me you're seriously crying..." she deadpanned in a hoarse voice. "Because that is seriously weak of you- to start bawling in the middle of a fight."
She took a moment to get abck to her feet, and for a moment she dreaded that her legs would give out- Luckily enough, for the time being, they didn't. Raising her arms again, hands clenched into tight fists, she shifted back into her defensive stance.
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Post by loz on Aug 2, 2009 17:34:46 GMT -5
Loz was satisfied to feel that both of his attacks had hit home, but before he could pull off anymore the Turk had managed to get away. He was about to follow her when she spoke, mocking him for crying in the middle of a fight. He stood there for a moment, glaring at the Turk. He didn't know what to think, no one except his brothers mocked him for crying, but that was ok because they understood him. This Turk... She didn't understand him at all, she didn't have the right.
Loz lifted his hand and wiped the tears away, though the icy streaks that they left still remained. He took a deep breath as he stood there, his eyes never leaving the Turk. Loz could still feel the anger bubbling under his skin, just waiting to rise out and boil the Turk alive. Loz frowned, wondering what his brothers would think of this. Would they help him destroy this Turk for mocking him, or would they mock him too? He shook the thought out of his head, finding it to be stupid, his brothers were always there for him, always. This Turk, she meant nothing to him.
He ran his hand through his silver hair, still looking at the Turk. After a moment he dropped his arm to his side and let out a sigh. "I'm tired of playing now." Loz turned the Dual Hound off, normally he wouldn't stop fighting until he had won the fight, but the Turk had taken all the fun out of it. He didn't like this anymore, didn't want to play with the Turk right now. "You don't look so great anyways." Loz may not be the brightest of the Remnants, but he could tell when someone had taken as much damage as the Turk had.
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