08-29-2006, 05:33 PM
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THANATOPHILIA
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Location: Nephelokokkygia
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Re: LadyElvenarcher and Shade vs. Puck the Trickster and Duke of Clubs (Plains)
Konjiro's large eyes, as cute as they might appear, work independently of each other for a sole purpose: to hunt with greater ease. The Ilangr are not a herbivore race. And this special trait serves Konji well as an advantage in battle, most notably in a situation with multiple threats.
One eye was previously trained on his current foe, the human who hardly merited the title of man. Not due to stature, but sheer green-horned late adolescence. Konjiro's other eye, however, had tried to study the progress of both his partner and his opponent's. This way, it would be exceedingly difficult for the demon to be caught offguard by a sudden trade of enemy targets or a double-team strategy. The tables took a turn for the unexpected when that mist, like a cool miasma, spread out throughout the entirety of the battlefield, leaving Konjiro without a clue as to where Kellson might be. Both of his eyes aligned with themselves again, and he squeaked in frustration. At the same time, the scream of the Master of Shadows audibly shocked the furry creature, and it blinked twice, looking around for the source, but finding nothing. Gradually, the purple beastie descended, to land in the foggy blur, and hope he came upon his enemy.
"GOTCHA!"
With a technique admirable of a swordsman, Kellson swept his body from the ground around where Konjiro came down, his blade coming at the creature's chest in a vertical sweep.
CLINK.
Kellson's eyes practically bulged out of his head. On both of Konji's hands were now large gauntlets with spiked knuckles, and he had caught the blade with almost bored ease, his bushy, wild fur now draped over his face. The blade began to grow warm, hot with the flames of his occult magic. Gritting his teeth as his hands were on the verge on smoking, the brown haired swordsman finally let go of his weapon. In the flicker of an instant, Kellson had two large cuts on both cheeks, and he was slapped aside with the broad side of his own weapon. The tinkle of metal that resounded afterward was the sword being dropped. Konjiro planned to continue his assault in a far different manner. His solely visible tooth glittered as his eyes glowed with mischief.
Spheres were the next thing the eighteen year old saw. Dozens of purple spheres. He covered his face at first, but that was helpless. He saw they weren't approaching him to roast his flesh. What a relief. So, what were they doing? The hint came in the form of a spark of light, followed by a crackle, that flickered across his weapon, which now lay beside him. Beams of electrical energy rippled and pulsated visibly around him. The hair on the back of his neck rose, and his hands and feet felt asleep.
Through the mist, just far away to be out of his field of vision, Konjiro was beating his fists to his chest and grinning broadly, waiting for the sound of his lightning to strike.
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