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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 2, 2011 1:37:45 GMT -5
Aziah sat watching the match going on below, well more appropriately he pretended to watch as he talked to the man next to him. He noticed the blood spraying across the sand as the two men battled, but he didn't register the moves. The smell of sweat and blood hung heavily in the air, mixed with smoke and alcohol.
The man smirked as he spoke to Aziah, "I notice your prized pistols aren't with you."
Aziah drained the glass before him and didn't look at the man, trying to act like it didn't bother him. "Yeah, I lost them."
"Lost them? How do you lose something like those?"
"More along the lines of, I lost the little bas... the individual who was holding them for me. I'll find him, and get them back."
The man laughed and passed a small stack of papers toward Aziah. "I figured as much, which is why I arranged this little meeting. Don't think it's because I enjoy your company. I may know where you can get them, but before you know that you're going to do some work for me."
Aziah stood and wavered a tad as he stepped to the rail. It was just as much show as it was the fact he had a tad bit much to drink. He motioned to the man to step beside him. Aziah turned his back to the rail and looked at the man and staggered a little.
"What kind of work?"
"Simple. Kill some people for me."
"I'm not a killer. I'm...."
"Don't try to pull one over on me. I'm not one to be toyed with, you drunken sot."
Aziah turned to stare coldly at the man, he stumbled and feel back toward the rail. His hand shooting out to grab the man by the shoulder as if to steady himself. Yanking the man toward him they both teetered on the edge of the rail.
"Care to live life dangerously? We'll see who the true killer is."
Winking at the man Aziah through his weight into it and sent them both tumbling over the edge.
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 2, 2011 13:51:02 GMT -5
::Falion is sat watching the match when a scuffle catches his attention::
What the...? Is that Aziah? Whats going on?
::Falion stands as he sees Aziah and the stranger fall over the railing::
s**t! gotta act fast!
::Falion starts sprinting towards The two::
I need more speed!
"Guardian Arts : Archangel Form Release!"
::In a bright flash of light Falions normal look is replaced by an heavily armored figure bearing a large pair of pure white wings. In a split second he is air born and streaking towards the falling pair::
"AZIAH!"
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 2, 2011 22:39:41 GMT -5
The wind whipped past him as he fell, entangled in the man's arms. Aziah rolled putting the man closer to the ground Aziah laughed as the man screamed and clawed at him. Most of the screaming was obscenities, but there was the occasional line or two calling Aziah crazy mixed in as well.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of movement and heard his name.
"It would appear help is on the way. Want to make a gamble? Does he save us both or just me? I may put in a good word for you, if you tell me now."
The ground streaked ever closer quickly. The combatants below had stopped fighting and were staring at the two as they plummeted into the arena. Aziah showed no fear, but his mind raced wildly. This probably won't kill us, but it will hurt for sure. Man I wish I had drank a tad more before attempting this.
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 3, 2011 4:45:36 GMT -5
::Falion Tucked his wings closer to his body increaseing his speed even more.::
Who is that ther man? Do i save him as well? If there is time Friends come first
::Streaking towards them he pepares to grab Aziah. Falion Extends a hand::
"Aziah grab on!"
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 4, 2011 22:58:21 GMT -5
Aziah spun and reached for the hand, extending his left as far as he could reach while grabbing the man falling beside him by the throat with the right.
"If you live through the jerk of our momentum slowing, we're going to have a few words. Otherwise, enjoy."
The man mumbled something, or at least attempted to as they fell. Most of it was undecipherable except the last sentence that came out as Aziah loosened his grip some.
"Sydny.... Gold Saucer...he can help you..."
Aziah tightened his grip once again around the man's throat cutting of the words and tried harder to extend his fingers as they fell. He had what he wanted from the man and was tired of listening to the spineless fool. Even if the fool lived through the crash Aziah was tempted to find a bottle of some strong drink, down it, break the bottle, and then kill the man with the glass fragments just off of principle alone. The man had after all tried to put on the show of being tougher than Aziah, which was irksome in its own right, but to do so in public was a whole different level.
"Crash landing in thirty seconds and counting. We hope you've enjoyed the flight."
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 5, 2011 12:18:17 GMT -5
::Falion drew his wings in tighter in an effort to reach Aziah::
"Brace Yourself Aziah This is gonna hurt!"
::Falion grabbed Aziah's Wrist and Sharply opened his wings and Gave a mighty beat downwards reduceing the fall to nothing in a split second::
I really hope the worst aziah gets from this is a dislocated shoulder....
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 7, 2011 3:30:20 GMT -5
Aziah braced himself as the came down with a thud into the ground. Every bone in his body felt it, but he was quick to his feet. Dust settled around him as he stumbled around a bit, his eyes stinging from the blood that flowed freely from a cut above his left eye. Grabbing the man by the shirt Aziah jerked the man to his feet, grunting in pain as his shoulder protested. The man groaned, letting Aziah know the man was still alive so Aziah dropped him back to the ground before kneeling and rummaging through the man's pocket.
"I think the next round is on you pal, and possibly a tad more."
Aziah pocketed everything, stood waved to the crowds and took a bow, and then turned to Falion and nodded.
"You OK? It's been awhile since I seen someone make such a grand entrance with such perfect timing."
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 7, 2011 12:42:50 GMT -5
::Falion Lands softly::
"I am well but you seem injured Aziah let me see to that Guardian Arts : White Mage Form Release"
::Falions wings and armour shatter into motes of white light leaveing him dressed in a white robe trimmed whith red::
"Healing Arts : Blessed Breath"
::As Falion exhales a white glow surrounds Aziah closeing wounds and repairing muscle::
"As for my entrance, I saw that an old friend needed some assistance and so I gave it. Though it has been many moons since last we saw one another..."
::Falion seems to smirk slightly::
"But it seems I have you at a disadvantage, as i have changed from the being you once knew, my name is Falion Silvanus, Guardian of the light and Slayer of the Darkness"
::Falion bows::
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 12, 2011 3:19:22 GMT -5
Aziah nodded at Falion and looked for the exit. He started walking for it, pushing his way between the two fighters. He didn't slow, even as they grumbled at him. He stopped as the gate started to rumble open and there was a growl from the other side. He looked towards Falion and then the gate as he stepped back. The two fighters had stopped grumbling and turned to look as well as something roared from the other side.
"Ladies and gentleman! We're proud to present to you a 5 on 1 challenge that is bound to be the bloodiest battle you have laid eyes on at this arena in awhile!"
Aziah looked around the ring, counting as he went. Falion, himself, two men he had no idea how good they were, and a fifth who was only good as a diversion and snack for whatever came through the gate. He looked at Falion and shrugged as the gate clanged into place and he stared into the darkness beyond, waiting to see what it is they would have to face.
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 13, 2011 3:35:33 GMT -5
"Great, well i suppose they wont just let us out if we ask nicely huh?"
::Falion watches the gate role up::
"Guardian Arts :Ninja Form release
::in a burst of light Falions form changes again::
"Thats better"
::Falion draws a katana from his backready for whatever comes forth. Suddenley a roar echos around the area as a wolf leaps from the darkness::
"That is it 5 on 1 for a common wolf!?"
::A Massive clawed hand reaches out of the darkness and smashes down on the wolf killing it::
"Ah....s**t..."
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 17, 2011 5:41:39 GMT -5
Aziah back pedaled as the clawed hand smashed the wolf. Whatever it was was massive. The crowd roared in excitement, an excitement that Aziah wasn't sharing with them. He rolled his shoulders as he reached into the sheath at his hip. Drawing one of the seven daggers concealed there he flicked it into the air and caught it deftly in his hand. The creature lumbered through the gate into view. It barely fit through the gate and had horns rimming its skull. Roaring again its eyes focused on the fighters and bellowed a challenge.
Aziah nudged the two fighters. "I think it wants to mate with one of you fine gents. Which one is willing to take one for the team?"
He looked back at Falion as he started to side step to the left, trying to flank the creature.
"I mean, the breath is rancid, but I have woken with worse after a good night of drinking. I'm sure it'll only hurt for the for a second."
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 17, 2011 10:44:01 GMT -5
::Falion smirked slightly::
"Close your eyes and think of england boys"
::Falion slowly start to step to the right catching on to aziahs idea::
"After all there are worse things that could happen"
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Apr 25, 2011 13:15:04 GMT -5
Aziah smirked as the beast charged the men in the middle who were still standing there in terror. He drew back and let fly the first dagger, aiming for the beasts eye on his side as he quickly drew the next dagger. It sunk hilt deep. The beast roared, more in pain this time than in anger or warning of an attack and pulled back just short of trampling the men.
"You dolts may want to act fast and contribute if you're not going to take one for the team!"
Aziah charged in behind the beast and went to hamstring it, but the blade slid harmlessly off of the thick hide. Rolling to the side he dodged as the beast tried to stomp him into the ground and roared again, this time in annoyance. Aziah roared at the beast and flexed his muscles, playing to the crowd that cheered and watched on as the fight continued.
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Post by Falion Silvanus on Apr 25, 2011 14:48:26 GMT -5
::Falion watched as aziahs blade slid of the beasts hide::
"hmmm... perhaps this then...Ninja style : Art of the Vacume Blade"
::Air swirled around falion as the vacume blade formed before being directed at the beasts legs slicing deeply. The beast roared before turning to falion its eyes glowing yellow::
"Why do get the feeling all that did was piss it off?"
:: the beast roared and shot a fireball at falion::
"s**t! Ninja Arts : Substitution"
::Falion quickly went through several hand signs before being replaced by a log. Reappearing above the beast he slammed his katana deep into the beast before flipping away::
"Aziah Know any lightning magic?"
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Post by Aziah Ducants on May 1, 2011 19:42:18 GMT -5
The two men seemed to gather their wits about them and charged in on the beast, clubbing at it and rolling to the side as they tried to pummel it. The beast roared and focused its attention on them, ignoring Falion, Aziah, and the man Aziah had been speaking to. Aziah looked around trying to make a plan. He heard Falion's voice come to him asking if he knew any lightning magic and he shook his head.
"Not my style."
The man mumbled and made his way to Falion's side.
"I.... I do. What.... What can I do... do to help?"
The man's voice trembled and Aziah smirked. He hoped the man had wet himself. Aziah's eyes rested one of the other doors into the arena, not the one they let monsters and creatures out of, but one of the two that humanoid contestants entered and exited through. His mind racing as he started to formulate his next move, Aziah moved his eyes back to the beast to keep its attention off of Falion and the man.
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