12-28-2007, 05:57 PM
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Currently drooling over momma's avvy x3
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Re: Between Darkness and Light (Altamira)
Green Hair had gone from just being smart to being inventive; and that meant a whole new level of pain. The aura he launched at me sent off a ringing noise as it brushed up against the mythril underneath my clothes, pushing me back into a building. I crashed through two wooden stories, taking down a couple of rugs through the floorboards with me, and then when I could manage I tapped a shadow in my hand to give myself enough push to flip over and land on the bottom floor. If someone was feeling descriptive, they might have likened the landing to that of a cat.
Back out on the street, Zorlo smiled, and readied himself to go again. He was having fun.
"Nice move," I called, wiping the remains of a porcelain teacup off my head. It takes a certain kind of person to get punched in the gut and compliment the move; the Dome seems to collect these kinds of people.
I spread some shadows from one of my hands to another, like a sort of rubbery salve, and rubbed it onto the small wounds along my arms that came from the fall through the house. These stung a little right now, but would just be a memory a few minutes later. To Zorlo's cheerful gaze, I strode out of the building, and launched off a couple of shadow darts. Nothing too hard to avoid, considering the opposition, but it gave me time to finish walking out and composing myself.
Turning my eyes back to the house behind me, I waved a hand, and swallowed up the pieces of a dining set and china cabinet into the shadows without Zorlo's notice. Then, just as a diversion, I leapt at him, throwing punches and kicks, until there was a moment when he began to counter, and instead found himself being hammered down to the pavement by a room's worth of shadow-charged furniture. The items sizzled and spat with magic, and I could tell it had done more than he originally expected when he first glimpsed the chairs and such emerging from the shadows.
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