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Post by keller on Mar 18, 2009 21:44:38 GMT
She was surprised by the impact, immediately bringing her hands up in front of her face as if she was trying to block her face from the light. Calamity winced slightly when something hit her arm, it hurt and would leave a bruise but this was pushed aside, she needed to focus. This was not what she had planned for today but that couldn’t be helped. She looked over at him as he appeared beside her. “Are my eyes still the colour of mako? If they are the JENOVA cells are still active which will make it easier.” She looked around the corner for a brief moment to find the best way to go.
“Move, quickly!” Calamity moved swiftly over to the right, flipping herself off of the rock and throwing one of her sais into the guys hand and then into the weapon itself, rendering it useless. Calamity landed, crouching unarmed. She flipped backwards then felt something skim her arm. She winced in pain as she placed her hand over her new flesh wound. She watched as one of the soldiers came towards her, getting ready to attack her before she moved out of the way.
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Post by zanza on Mar 19, 2009 19:57:53 GMT
Zanza went on as Calamity had. Now that the RPG was out of order, Zanza flung the metal plate at the giant soldier. Whipping out his sword, he sliced the RPG out of the soldier's shoulder. He threw the girl's sais back to her, and began to brutally send shards of metal into the giant soldier's body, impaling him, sending blood across the ground. Finally, the soldier fell to the ground, dead.
Zanza brought his attention to the last soldier, who was charging at Calamity behind his ally. Zanza rushed in front of him, and stopped him in his tracks. "No you don't." He said, calmly. Then, he slashed striaght down into the soldier through his head. Cleaning the blood off his blade, Zanza watched as Calamity fought the last soldier.
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Post by keller on Mar 24, 2009 9:23:17 GMT
There was a brief moment when Calamity could only watch what was going on around her, although the JENOVA cells in her blood were activated the wound wasn’t healing, hurting even more when she moved it. With one hand she caught the sais in between her fingers, lowering her hands down to her side and passing one of her sais to her unoccupied hand. Calamity slowly pushed to her feet, mako eyes turning on the enemy before her with cold eyes. She delivered a sharp kick to the idiot that went to punch her following it up with her sais being stabbed into his abdomen.
Her eyes shifted behind her, catching Zanza move stand in between her and the soldier that was going to attack her, if it hadn’t been for him moving she wouldn’t have noticed the soldier was behind her. Calamity watched the last of the soldiers, her eyes narrowed as she blocked his attacks with one sais, it was almost like she was toying with him. “I tire of this,” she kicked him straight in the chin. The moment he fell to the ground the mako faded to leave eyes of pure cerulean. “That was a good warm up,” she said softly.
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Post by bloodvice on Mar 25, 2009 8:25:10 GMT
"Well..." said a man walking in from put of nowhere. "Not every day you have the rare privelege of walking into a fight in the middle of a crater. Looks like you messed up these bastards pretty good."
A tall, thin but well-built man stood before them. He had scars all over his body, and a couple of deep ones on his face, forming an x shape. He was grinning, wearing a red vest and black pants, with a pair of large steel-toed military boots on. He had long blond hair tied in a ponytail, with a red streak going down the middle. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth, and seemed to have the presence of a feral animal about him.
Yet that wasn't the most bizarre aspect of his appearance. A large sword was in his hand, as if he was using it as a walking stick. It seemed to be split down the center, as if it were two separate halves of a sword attached to one hi,t, and a long, sinister looking chain came from the hilt and wrapped around his arm. He was clearly not presenting himself as a threat, but why in the hell would such a disturbed looking man be wandering around here, of all places.
Suddenly, the stranger heard movement behind him. Quicker that the speed of sound itself, he flung his left arm, where the chain was wrapped, and the sword flew into the crack between two large boulders. Suddenly a soldier fell out from behind, with a large sword embedded in his chest. With a quick flick of his wrist, the man pulled his sword back to him just as fast as he'd thrown the weapon, and took out a cloth to clean it off.
"Sorry about that," said the stranger, "But I didn't want to be interrupted before I could properly introduce myself. My name is Cal Reiden, former fighter for hire and a wandering warrior who tracks down the wicked. I hope I'm not interrupting anything..." Cal finished cleaning his sword and strapped it to his back, then continued to leisurely enjoy his cigarette, "but I heard all of this fighting and my curiosity drove me here. What are your names, warriors?"
Cal was grinning wildly. What a strange individual.
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