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Post by Oliver Wynters on Jan 5, 2017 2:49:42 GMT
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the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]Adrenaline. Adrenaline was such an intoxicating fun hormone. Epinephrine was explained once in detail during a past college course. Anatomy classes had always been a guilty pleasure of Oliver's for obvious reasons. Blood vessels and oxygen alike flocked to the muscles to best aid in what was referred to as fight or flight. The body's ability to feel pain would be muted as well as heighten awareness. It was truly a beautiful thing. With a raised heart rate beating within the human's chest, Oliver's grip upon his two weapons would tighten. "Hn," emerged through that pleased smirk. There was nothing else to be said. Nothing else that needed to be expressed. Though he wouldn't have had the time for any other verbalizing honestly even if the desire was there. The magi was fast for his size. Usually someone that large tended to be much slower in general. But here Oliver was, watching a towering bull of a man springing towards him. As the sword was thrust forward the Hunter side stepped easily. Such an obvious attack wouldn't strike down a hunter of his experience. There were too many knotches on his belt for that to hit. However the next direction of the sword would be the potentially concerning one. Due to the shift in direction it would take longer but those mismatched eyes of his narrowed at the change. This wasn't his first rodeo, kiddo. Oliver dropped. Down he went with enough time to watch upwards as the sword would most likely continue in its path powered by previously built momentum. If there was anything he learned from facing a multitude of opponents over the years it was to go low if height was not at your advantage. With such a large sword and lengthy natural reach, the giant was, what? Used to keeping his enemies at a distance while he could hack them down? Not today. With his craned backwards weight being held up with his gun hand, a single booted kick would attempt to strike upwards for the possibly wide open mid torso. He may have appeared to be an average human but he was a Huntress blessed being. With legs that were capable of bounding great distances, such a kick would range much stronger than what the average mortal would be able to produce surely. The goal was obviously to at least wind the magi. The giant was probably too tall to hope for breaking ribs unless the current following through posture would allow such an opening. Given the worst case scenarios the hunter could either hope to catch a stray unexpected attack with his knife hand or dodge roll to the side before hopefully being able to gather himself back to his feet. Only time would see how successful this strategy would be. Fiery bursts would threaten to steal his attention. A far corner of the hunter's brain would twinge with some strange sensation. He knew Dullahan didn't care for flames. It triggered unpleasant memories for her, ones that she had only ever described in broad vague strokes. Was it concern? .... Obviously at the moment Oliver had his own situation to fully focus on. Dullsy could take care of herself. Gods knew, the woman was a fricking tank. OOCSo logically speaking it would make more sense for Oliver to kick at Drew's knees in hoping to bring him down/break a leg but, you know. I want you guys to get away. LOL Fia already is a bleeding mess. Drew needs to be the legs in this partnership. XD Unexpectedly awesome museCaroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 22:29:56 GMT
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The sword strikes didn't land, which was something of a disappointment, but even more so when his opponent slipped inside his guard and planted his boot in his flank, which was left open because of the momentum of his sword. He grunted as he was shoved backward a pace, losing his grip on the sword as the hit to that particular nerve cluster caused his hand to go numb for a few seconds. Thanks to the armor that protected his torso, he'd been protected from the brunt of the force, but damn the human had a hell of a kick. His eyes flicked to the sword that fell to the forest floor, but his hand moved to the knife at his belt.
It was a hunting knife, used for killing large prey at close quarters, and he kept its blade sharp enough to cut, but dull enough not to be a fragile edge. It was perfect for fighting in a place like this. His skinning knife was another matter entirely, but it wasn't suited to fighting, because of its honed edge. Guarding his bruised side, he stretched and clenched his numb fingers as the feeling began to return with pins and needles. His amber eyes stayed on his opponent, and he growled under his breath at the aching of his side. No human should have been able to kick that hard.
The fire from the other fight was always a matter of consideration, but the tree cover was thick enough that he wasn't unduly worried about catching a spare bullet. No, it was better to concentrate on the enemy at hand, especially when they were as unexpectedly strong as this one.
"What do you want with that girl?" he asked, adjusting his stance to a knife-fighting stance.
Was he with Axium, or did the Hunter's Guild just not want a Magi wandering around the countryside? Afraid of Magi as they were, he wouldn't have been surprised to hear that it was nothing beyond sheer racial prejudice that had put someone on their shit list. Of course, with the Cyborg woman at hand, it might have been that they held a grudge against him for not dying the first time they'd tried, and had come across the other Fire Magi by accident.
If it was the latter, he'd have to keep a close eye on her. Unlucky soldiers were the first to die.
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Jan 20, 2017 18:04:32 GMT
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| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID She rose an arm to keep the ash from her eye. Gods dammit, more cowardly magi tactics! Briefly she tried switching to thermal optics once more, but the only thing she saw was bright white; the ash was still warm, forming the perfect screen against her. She didn’t have time to dwell on it, though; an explosion sounded off nearby, and she felt the heat on her skin. Then another. She backed up until she was against the tree once more, and rolled against it until she was on the other side, where she crouched down. Behind her, explosions from the magi’s assault echoed against the forest and in her mind. She ejected her clip and retrieved one from her special ammunition stores. “You like to play with explosives, huh?” She muttered. She slammed the clip into the gun and activated her integrated headpiece. “Oliver,” she said. “Danger close. Repeat: Danger close!” She limited her audio processors to filter out sounds of a certain range: Explosions went silent. Swords clashing went silent. She slid up along the tree, and even the sound of her jacket lightly scraping the bark went silent. Only the sound of smoldering flame remained… wait for it… There. The sound of the magi hurling another fireball. She leaned far out of cover and fired a trio of explosive rounds in the general area of the sound, still shooting blind from behind the ash. She waited again to see if there were any other sounds to indicate if she had hit or not, but unfortunately by filtering out the explosions, she didn’t hear the firebomb exploding right in front of her. While it didn’t tear anything off but some areas of skin, the surprise and force staggered her back, and she stumbled on a root. She shook her head and breathed, returning her audio to normal. She couldn’t risk doing that again. “Oliver,” she said, readying her pistol again and creeping forward. “What’s your status?” |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Jan 30, 2017 20:44:42 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 630 [attr="class","gold"]sos fire not working [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Turning around to try and get a glimpse of the other magi and the Hunter he was squared off against would be a very bad idea in her current situation (murderous android who was probably armed to the teeth? yeah no, that was getting Fiamma’s full attention) but she could thankfully gather a lot of information just by listening. She heard his voice, posed in some sort of question that she couldn’t quite make out over the clatter of explosions, and that was enough to tell her that he was at least still kicking. Sure it would be nice to not see another of her kind murdered, but his presence was basically keeping her alive right now. It was easy to conclude that Fiamma would not have lasted very long with both of these lunatics to contend with.
With this one on one fight she could at least pull some backhanded tricks and give herself some time to think, if the “blow everything sky high” approach didn’t put her opponent down. Fiamma wasn’t too hopeful. With how little of an effect her earlier, flame based attacks had had it was doubtful that this would give the fire magi the win and, sure enough, she choked on a gasp as a trio of projectiles whizzed out of the smoke toward her. None actually hit her, but they didn’t really need to.
Two of the shots impacted nearby trees, one only a scarce few feet to Fiamma’s left, and exploded into a cacophony of noise and heat near identical to what her magic could put out, throwing off her already unsteady balance and leaving the scaled magi to curl up protectively on the ground. Her aspect itself blessed her with some immunity to the fire and— even while in a wounded panic —her magic helped to dissipate some of what lingered but Fiamma could still feel heat searing at her skin before it abruptly subsided. A bit of earth rained down against her skin in the aftermath of the explosion and she desperately wanted to just stay put. Unfortunately, cowering on the ground until the smoke dissipated would be a one way ticket to the afterlife, so Fiamma willed her muscles to unlock, drag herself upright, and stand on unsteady feet to see if her opponent had tried to pass the smokescreen yet.
No, not yet. That likely wouldn’t last, though, which left the dark haired magi with precious little time to decide what to do.
Okay she… could not beat this woman. That much seemed clear even though the admittance bruised Fiamma’s pride— fire didn’t work, punching or clawing wouldn’t either, and the blunt force explosion route only seemed to slow her down. All in all this was just about the worst situation Fiamma could have found herself faced with, so her only real options looked to be escape or trading off opponents. If the other magi could even do what she couldn’t. Ugh. Like it or not, the latter held more promise in her mind and so Fiamma edged back in a wounded limp (both the bullet graze and broken bones were on one foot, at least, but it still hurt like a bastard) to get closer to the other magi while flicking her wrists to cast more ash into the air. Her eyes remained trained forwards, ready and waiting to hurl more fireballs if the android broke the smokescreen.
❝I can’t beat her,❞ Fiamma’s voice came in a tense murmur, just loud enough for its intended target to hear once she had backed up enough to be within a short distance from him. Wow her leg really hurt and it was making it really hard to focus. ❝If— if you don’t think you can, we might have to run.❞
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Post by Oliver Wynters on Feb 5, 2017 4:57:32 GMT
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welcome to the Nightmare in my head
say hello to something scary
the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]The hunter swiftly gathered his feet underneath him after rolling away. King Kong obviously had more going for him than it had first appeared. The man was still standing. Yeah, the sword was dropped (a weapon Oliver never once considered grabbing up for himself due to the ungodly size) but usually that kick sent smaller magi flying. King Kong was right. Regardless if Oliver ever learned this magi's name or not, from this day forward he would always be remembered as the giant ape climbing the tower in Felici. The visual was simply burned into the hunter's brain. King Kong could take a kick to the gut rather impressively. Killer abs? Or some magi trait bullshit. What? King Kong's size wasn't enough? Dude needed an insect inspired exoskeleton too? Oliver's brows furrowed lightly at being asked a question. Huh, guy hadn't seemed to be the chatty type. Who would have guessed? "She attacked a colleague. I'm doing my job." Oliver answered. Why not? A grin spread over his lips momentarily afterwards, "What do you want with the girl?" The question was more meant to be playful. "Gal pals with a criminal?" The mental image of the two magi having a slumber party and braiding each other's hair was a humorous one indeed. But the visual was short lived. If the magi had an answer to his question or not, before Oliver could reply in some snarky manner he would be interrupted. “Oliver,” rang the small ear piece on his right side, “Danger close. Repeat: Danger close!”Dullahan was a very specific type of person. When the woman said something it was meant to be taken seriously. Literal translations were what Dullsy's circuits ran on. Hearing the warning Oliver's grin would erase immediately. If uninterrupted the man quickly turned from his previous sparring partner. The hunter made a powerful single spring away, through means granted through a deity's blessing. Once the long distance was covered from the initial jump bound away Oliver's boot would hit the ground and sprint until the sound of explosions resounded. Due to King Kong having appeared with the apparent goal of protecting the other fire magi, he wasn't entirely expecting the giant to attempt to go after him rather than staying behind to help. Once the explosions would resound with an assumed end Oliver would hear Dullahan's voice in his ear again. "Unharmed." Oliver said, reaching out to grab a tree branch to better assist in the sharp turn back around to the confrontation. "Rounding back around." And, if all of his previous actions were left uninterrupted, he would continue to sprint back to where the others were. Like he was going to let Dullahan have all the fun just because he didn't have a metal body that couldn't survive an explosion to the face. Psh. OOCAs long as you silly people stop blowing up shit I can stick around. Unexpectedly awesome museCaroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 14:31:04 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] he paid dearly for his moment of paradise while knowing in his gut it could never last. [attr="class","monalisa"]The answer wasn't particularly satisfying, but he wasn't surprised. If the girl had been targeted by Hunters in the past, it wasn't surprising that they would be after her now. She had survived, after all. What he hadn't been expecting was the row of explosions that shook the earth, and he dove behind a tree to protect himself from the worst of the debris. The heat didn't bother him, even if it scorched the edge of his shirt. Finding himself near his sword again, he tested his hand experimentally to see if it was up to wielding it again. When his fingers reacted as he'd expected them to, he picked up his sword and sheathed the knife. He needed both hands to wield it properly.
He looked down as he heard the girl's voice nearby. Could he beat the Cyborg woman again? By Arithelia, he could only pray so. The injuries from their first fight had almost killed him, if only because he'd been so far from home and medical attention. But it didn't seem like the girl was faring well against her, so that meant it was up to him. Would she do any better against the other? Time would tell, but he doubted it. Either way, he needed her help. He knew for a fact he couldn't fight them both by himself, and have a prayer of survival. They would just have to find a way.
"Don't let him close," he advised, stepping out to face his new opponent.
There was no fear on his face as he squared up, remembering the lessons of the previous fight. She had explosive bullets, but she didn't know how to fight effectively in tree cover. Placing his sword back in its place on his back, he pulled out the knife. It had fared much better against her, if only because of the speed of his strikes. Maneuverability was important when the enemy had the strength advantage, and the sword was too big for these tight quarters. The smoke was an irritant, but it would provide cover for their battle, which could only be a good thing for him.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" he called to his opponent, trying to get her attention off of the girl.
Without waiting for a reply, he extended his hand to the flames in the trees and caused them to grow. The air supply would be in question before long, but he remembered how his flame attack had disoriented her last time. Perhaps this time, he could use them more effectively.
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Feb 8, 2017 17:56:40 GMT
Notes F is for friends who do stuff together
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID At least Oliver was doing fine over there; she was concerned that her explosives would have hit him, but he was smart enough to stay out of the way. She simply had to trust that he was doing as well as he said; she had her own troubles to worry about. At least this time she was paired with Oliver. He was the only one she truly trusted to watch her back and handle himself; if she had to name one person as a friend, his name would always be the one to come up. Her problem was namely that the fire was starting to get to her. She weathered the initial attacks easily enough, but between the sounds and explosions, the heat on her skin and she charred synthskin from the dragon magi’s attacks, her senses were starting to get overwhelmed. Thermal plating protected the vitals, but she could still feel the lick of flames. Aren’t you supposed to be dead? So, they switched places behind the smoke. Her response to the voice was barked by her pistol, two shots fired in the general direction of his taunt. If they hit, great; if not, well, maybe he would go back to not talking. “You won’t limp away with your tail between your legs this time,” she stated back to him. She holstered her pistol; it was going to be useless behind this smoke. Instead, her shotguns were summoned from her wrists. If they wanted him captured so badly, they weren’t getting the whole thing. She waded into the smoke and felt a jolt of fear course through her. Fuck it all. She whispered to Oliver’s earpiece. “Oliver, we need to finish this,” she said. “There’s too much… the fire…” She stepped back and put her arm over her face as the flames rose, no doubt due to a magi’s influence. “Dammit!” She hissed. She was running low on options to proceed. If she rushed through the flames, she’d have to end it quickly, and with the wolf magi, that was not a guarantee. She decided to put her hydraulic legs to good use. She bounded up to a tree behind her, and pushing off it with help of her thrusters, she bounded up and over the better part of the flames. She landed blind, unfortunately, so she had to roll instead of launching directly into an assault. It wasn’t a perfect plan; the flames were higher than she expected, and even closer to the magi, fires were abound. All it did was get her close to the wolf while minimizing the strain wading into fire would put on her mind. She shook her head and steadied her stance, lowering her body with her arms in front of her. He was not an opponent to be underestimated. |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Feb 18, 2017 21:06:30 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 461 [attr="class","gold"]like fight for their lives [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Her unofficial ally in this fight didn’t seem to be the very chatty sort, as Fiamma only got one piece of advice in response to her request for a switch. Don’t let him close. Not a very encouraging thing to hear as she prepared to get back into the fight but, then again, it couldn’t be worse than her previous situation. She just gave a short nod and murmured something that might have been “good luck”.
This guy was the one who’d shot her in the leg from all the way across the clearing. He was evidently quite adept with those guns of his and seemed to have a certain… zeal for this hunt (different from the business like focus of the cyborg; a tell to their personalities maybe) which meant that Fiamma was still far from out of the woods. Both figuratively and literally. She could also wager a guess that he had some means for dealing with fire, since he’d come out of the scaled magi’s first attack without looking like an over enthusiastically grilled piece of meat. These two had come prepared to weather heat and flames which was just a fantastically bad stroke of luck for Fiamma.
Still, he was human and that meant her fists and claws had a use again. No more metal to ward her off.
A morbid sort of satisfaction flickered to life in Fiamma’s chest at that thought and she flexed her sharp tipped digits as she stood up straighter and peered for her new foe among the trees. The cold touch of panic that had begun to creep up on her receded to be replaced by renewed determination and Fiamma viciously shoved those helpless, despairing thoughts away. She could fight now. No more dead weight— injured or not the playing field had become a bit more level which was all she needed to get back to business.
Distantly she heard to duo of shots behind her (oh Arithelia she really hoped this nameless magi could take the cyborg) but the dragon like magi was focused on where she could now see the male hunter charging back through the trees. So he’d retreated to get away from the explosions? Interesting. That was enough incentive for Fiamma to reach for her magic again, the low tongues of fire licking at the nearby grass raging higher, to form a sizable projectile between both hands. With a snarl she then drew her arm back to throw it like a miniature, whizzing comet with the intended target being towards her new opponent’s knees and feet. She’d try her hands at fighting in close range if it came down to that but, for now? The strategy was to quite literally blast him with explosives from a distance.
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Post by Oliver Wynters on Mar 17, 2017 14:17:05 GMT
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the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]Oliver's brows furrowed as the whisper came through the earpiece. “Oliver, we need to finish this,” she said. “There’s too much … the fire …” The fire. Oliver didn't need to be walked through this one. The two hunters had been friends long enough. He knew what that meant. There was now a timer counting down. The man's eyes narrowed as his eyes peered past the forestry that he zoomed past. That was the girl who was throwing flames at his partner. She was the problem. "On it." Would be all he'd say in reply. No wisecracks, no sarcasm. This was officially serious. Dullahan dealt with his weaknesses when they arose. The least he could do was return the same loyalty she showed him in their friendship. A seriousness melted away the previous grin. That natural apathetic mannerism settled as his feet continued to sprint beneath him. Mismatched eyes snapped to an upcoming tree and would choose it as his next jumping off point. Indeed, utilizing the gift of his Huntress Goddess the human landed both feet upon the sturdy trunk and used it as the spring board that sent him barrolling towards the maimed mortal. If she thought the bullet in her leg had smarted, the magi was in for a whole new world once he reached her. King Kong had apparently decided to busy himself with his partner. And having not witnessed him use fire magic (yet personally) Oliver was okay with the switch. It was the fire that was the problem, not muscle. Assuming it was the girl causing the growing flames it was decided upon that she was the one he wanted to take out first. Raising up his gun the man prepared to send off a few bullets but would pause in that action. Fire balls. Aimed low. Sliding similar to baseball player attempting to steal homebase the man would slow his approach so as to protect his legs with his hunter weapon. The flames would disipate upon hitting the blade. Annoying brat. With a deadpan annoyed stare, Oliver would continue his approach at the required slower pace so as to bat away the attempts of fiery ammunition. That was fine, she could exhaust herself. As long as they were aimed at him and not his partner, he was okay with this arrangement. With the sword in front the man would raise his gun in his second hand. It was about time to silence this one and with that state of mind he'd pull the trigger. OOCSo here is what I'm thinking. You guys tend to be online at different times so I'm sharing this here. Ic-wise Oliver heard Dullsy be "nuu, fire " so he's in big brother mode now. Stop picking on muh friend, ya bully >=O SO! if you guys are wanting to wrap this thread up we can have Fia get hit by a bullet, Drew notices and goes "uh oh", grabs her and runs for it. And the hunters we can come up with a plan for why they don't follow. Maybe Dullsy has a panic attack from the fire? And then Fia could have a fun thread where Luca heals her? Figured I'd throw this idea out there in a manner i know you guys will be able to see it. Unexpectedly awesome museCaroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 16:28:10 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] he paid dearly for his moment of paradise while knowing in his gut it could never last. [attr="class","monalisa"]One of the rounds bounced off a tree pretty close to his face, littering his cheek with wood shards, and he brushed them off, but the second grazed his arm near the inside of the elbow. It burned, but it wasn't a serious hit. He'd been very lucky. Another few inches in either direction would have been a majorly disabling hit. It prevent her from being the lucky one next, he took better cover behind a thicker tree. The flames would adversely affect her ability to aim, and he was hoping they would keep her too busy to notice his movements, but he doubted they would keep her off for long. If their last fight was any indicator, she was too strong for that to be much of a deterrent for long.
He heard a strange whirring sound, but it was moving through the trees, over the line of the fire. He stayed in place behind cover, his knife at the ready. Whatever the Cyborg had planned, he knew that he couldn't afford a direct hit. She had a metal chassis, but he was pure flesh and blood. He was more than a little surprised when something heavy landed in the ground close by, but he was pleased to see that it was the Cyborg herself. She rolled to a stop, but her guard was front-based, as always. It only took a step and a half to get close enough to slash at her back with his knife. He put more strength behind it than he would ordinarily have bothered with, knowing she was harder to cut than most.
But whether he hit or didn't hit, he summoned some of the surrounding flames and flung it at her face to blind her while he leaped away. There was no knowing what kinds of horrible surprises a Cyborg could bring to bear, but he couldn't afford to give her the chance to get in a solid hit.
Using this amount of magic was exhausting, and he felt himself wearing faster than he usually did. Even if he'd been trying to practice his magic, he'd only been doing it for a short time. It would take a lot more practice to use it particularly well in a combat situation. Unfortunately, this particular opponent had the kind of armor and muscle to make his usual strengths basically worthless. He would have to hope that he could get in enough shots to find a disabling weakness, or that the paltry amount of magic he could wield would be enough to take her down. At this point, he didn't really have much of any other kind of strategy.
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Mar 28, 2017 14:04:45 GMT
Notes I'm ready to wrap up using this
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID If it wasn’t for the fire, she’d have had the battlefield awareness to dodge the attack; he wasn’t in plain sight when she landed, which meant he could be behind her; unfortunately her mind was arguing with her HUD and body, due to being surrounded by flames. She was late to spin her body, and the knife caught her on the side of her lower back. Her mind registered the pain, but she wasn’t down and out yet. With an aggressive growl, she continued with the momentum from the attack and spun her leg back and around into a fierce roundhouse kick, not a moment wasted with her honed and inhuman reactions; if it caught, it would be a hell of a hit. Speaking of, damn that knife must have dug deep. Her teeth grit against the pain, and diagnostic sensors were going wild trying to make up for damaged systems. This was bad. And she didn’t have long to dwell on it before the flames kicked up and licked her face. “Fuck!” She screamed, and stumbled back away from them, patting desperately at her face. Her view wavered, and not from the effects of the heat; her mind was running overdrive now and blurring the lines of reality and hallucination. She didn’t need to breathe, and yet she took desperate breaths, an order from her mind. She stumbled back into a tree, eye wide, and slid down the bark. Not now, not now! The command didn’t stay mental. Her embedded shotguns were out. She desperately and blindly punched in front of her, vaguely towards Drew, spewing buckshot in a wide arc as a defensive measure. “Not now, not now, not now!” She repeated, her voice growing more desperate with each repetition. No doubt Oliver would hear her over the earpiece, or maybe in person. She couldn’t think beyond this. Fire, burning, where was the rain? Was she in a forest? Why buildings, where did they come from? No, the camp, not again! It felt so real every time. A wall of fire crawled towards her, a hallucination seen only in her mind but felt just as real as the flames surrounding her. Reality and memory snapped back and forth, jagged and unclear like an old tv with a shitty antenna. She was in no shape to fight like this. Gods willing, Oliver would be here soon, or the magi would use this chance to run. |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Apr 21, 2017 2:41:56 GMT
Shit. Of course it would be one of those freaky augmented weapons— objects that Fiamma had only heard about in nervous murmurs between magi, but knew enough about to know what their purpose was. They ate up any magic that lay in their path, so long as it was the right element, and of course this infuriatingly acrobatic bastard would have one that brushed off her fireballs like they were no more weighted than cobwebs. This fight really wasn't suited for offensive fire magic, it seemed, but when Fiamma's opponent leveled her with an annoyed stare she still bared her teeth defiantly in response.
Even if that weapon could absorb her flames, it only worked on what it was able to touch, right? Maybe if she could attack at an angle where he couldn't block quick enough... get around him... Fiamma's mind began to buzz with these scattered pieces of a strategy and she tightened her jaw, expression resolute, before twisting her body to draw back another fiery projectile.
Too slow.
The scaled magi's next attack (intended to be a diversion while she slipped sidelong) only got as far as shooting off a few sparks from her palm before a blow like an iron fist punched into her shoulder. A cold sort of numbness was the first sensation to spread from where it hit and Fiamma's brain took a good few moments to wrap itself around what had just happened— ah, she'd been shot again. Squarely enough to punch a nice little hole right through her flesh to the other side. As quickly as the numbness had come it now quickly fell away, fiery pain radiating out from Fiamma's new wound and drawing a strangled gasp from her throat as she clutched at it and stumbled unsteadily. She couldn't feel her arm over the pain oh Gods it hurt how could she fight back now?
Fiamma's breath began to come in more uneven, panicked huffs as she found herself dropping back into a messy, half kneel half crouch. The patches of flame that burned through nearby grass and brush reared up higher in response to her desperation and the tips of it flickered suddenly from red to purples and blacks in betrayal of her emotion— ragefearpain. Even if the Hunter didn't take this chance to shoot her in the head right now, the fire magi could hardly think through the sensation of her body all throbbing, burning at once and (just a hunch based on all the new scrapes and holes she'd gained) she had the sense that blood loss would be creeping up on her soon. She already felt dizzy. Dizzy and disoriented enough to only half hear the shriek behind her— was that the other magi? the cyborg? it sounded more feminine than not —and lose enough track over time to wonder whether she should be dead yet or not.
Maybe her opponent wasn't taking the chance to kill her just yet? Oh Fiamma could hope, but regardless of the reason she hastily reached for the last sputtering bits of her energy to summon up another ash cloud with her good hand. The fires nearest to her likewise flared up high, hissing threats, with the intention to try and protect their wielder. This made it very difficult to tell what was happening outside of her cocoon of ash and flame, but she strained her ears to listen.
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