amethyst.
Jun 8, 2012 9:25:09 GMT -8
Post by BLKND on Jun 8, 2012 9:25:09 GMT -8
▼ NAME; amethyst
▼ POST; fifteen.
Almost immediately, the standing racks would explode outward, forcing Yonaka to dive to the side in order to avoid one which just so happened to come flying at him at an equal speed. Tucking and rolling he would instantly find himself back onto his feet, already formulating the seals that he would need in order to defend himself. This would turn out to be a narrow success however. Within an instant, the wreckage that he had created would be gone, and in its wake would remain a massive 'clear' ball which would come at him within an instant. Instantly pushed back, the ball would hit him, thrusting him backwards violently. His feet would kick from the ground, and his back would smash into the large brick wall that would sustain this room. The walls behind him would crack, and as blood would spat from his mouth, it would quickly become evident, that it was merely water- as was the rest of him. Falling to the ground, he would explode into a subtle mist while the scrawny, now truly battered frame of Ibara's opposition would present itself. Kala's eyes were tired; vibrant blues searching around the room eagerly upon discovering that she had been tricked. However, as she would take her first look right, she would find her self too late to react to a powerful kick hitting her in the chest. Sending her off of her feet she would find herself once more- back against the wall, he the air escaping her chest within an instant.
As her eyes would widen, and her mouth would gape open, she would quickly find herself with little time to react while her opponent would begin to follow up on his surprise attack. A swift hook, followed by a powerful knee, and then a devastating head butt. It wasn't before long that her body would look as battered as his own. Soon, she would slide to the ground, and every attempt that she would take to catch her breath would be met with thick, suffocating taste of blood.
"What's the name of your contact..." He would say calmly, still gasping for air himself. His eyes watched her bloody face as it would curl into an unsettling smile. She had been trained the same as Yonaka... which was something that he had yet to consider. She wasn't going to speak. "I see," He would say tired, kneeling to her level while crutching one arm with his other. "Well I may not have the means, but as you well know, once I take you back to the village- you will divulge the information that we need." He would say, taking the back of her neck with his fingertips. His eyes appeared almost empathetic of her; it was soon obvious that what little shred of empathy he once held... had long vanished. Taking a stand, he would deliver one last blow to her face, and she would instantly fall unconscious.
Mission Completed: Den of Thieves.
▼ POST; fifteen.
Almost immediately, the standing racks would explode outward, forcing Yonaka to dive to the side in order to avoid one which just so happened to come flying at him at an equal speed. Tucking and rolling he would instantly find himself back onto his feet, already formulating the seals that he would need in order to defend himself. This would turn out to be a narrow success however. Within an instant, the wreckage that he had created would be gone, and in its wake would remain a massive 'clear' ball which would come at him within an instant. Instantly pushed back, the ball would hit him, thrusting him backwards violently. His feet would kick from the ground, and his back would smash into the large brick wall that would sustain this room. The walls behind him would crack, and as blood would spat from his mouth, it would quickly become evident, that it was merely water- as was the rest of him. Falling to the ground, he would explode into a subtle mist while the scrawny, now truly battered frame of Ibara's opposition would present itself. Kala's eyes were tired; vibrant blues searching around the room eagerly upon discovering that she had been tricked. However, as she would take her first look right, she would find her self too late to react to a powerful kick hitting her in the chest. Sending her off of her feet she would find herself once more- back against the wall, he the air escaping her chest within an instant.
As her eyes would widen, and her mouth would gape open, she would quickly find herself with little time to react while her opponent would begin to follow up on his surprise attack. A swift hook, followed by a powerful knee, and then a devastating head butt. It wasn't before long that her body would look as battered as his own. Soon, she would slide to the ground, and every attempt that she would take to catch her breath would be met with thick, suffocating taste of blood.
"What's the name of your contact..." He would say calmly, still gasping for air himself. His eyes watched her bloody face as it would curl into an unsettling smile. She had been trained the same as Yonaka... which was something that he had yet to consider. She wasn't going to speak. "I see," He would say tired, kneeling to her level while crutching one arm with his other. "Well I may not have the means, but as you well know, once I take you back to the village- you will divulge the information that we need." He would say, taking the back of her neck with his fingertips. His eyes appeared almost empathetic of her; it was soon obvious that what little shred of empathy he once held... had long vanished. Taking a stand, he would deliver one last blow to her face, and she would instantly fall unconscious.
Mission Completed: Den of Thieves.
