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Post by Griffin on Jul 10, 2009 22:39:07 GMT -5
Stefan Sorim, new to the area, came over this hill on his way into town. He liked it, and it was a noticeable enough landmark for someone else to find. It was a low hill, but there were various larger bumps scattered about. The was tall, but not like a big prairie. Maybe up to the lower calf. Otherwise, it was a calm, simple hill.
As he waited, he laid back shirtless in the long grass, watching the clouds, cuirass and hammer lying near his side. It was so serene. It almost demotivated him. But, when his opponent arrived, he'd get that warm feeling in his muscles and he'd be ready.
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 22:46:29 GMT -5
5'2" tall. Simple white dress. Long brown hair tied back with a bow. Soft peach skin. All notable traits of the lovely Mettli. She approached the man timidly, trying not to bothing him. "Excuse me, I hate to bother you, but I'm looking for someone... About a fight..."
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Post by Griffin on Jul 10, 2009 22:50:19 GMT -5
Stefan sat up at the sound of a girl's voice. He liked girls. Then he remembered his opponent was a girl.
"Damn."
He stood and smiled lightly. "Yeah, I'm Stefan." He looked at her from head to toe and smiled bigger. "You're gorgeous. But, despite that, I'm still going to fight."
He reached down and picked up his cuirass and began to strap in over his chest. "What did you say your name was again?"
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 22:55:28 GMT -5
"My name is Mettli, and I don't expect you to be merciful because I'm a girl. It wouldn't surprise me if I happen to win."
Mettli stepped back a bit, and held her hand forward, conjuring a thick stick with a sharp pointed tip.
"Watch in despair, my family invented this style of technique."
Mettli took a defensive pose, holding the stick with both hands, like a sword.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 10, 2009 22:58:41 GMT -5
Stefan watched as she summoned a pointy stick from nowhere as he tightened the last strap on his cuirass. He then bent down, picked up his hammer, holding it in a standard two-hand grip, one hand over, one under. He twisted his neck, popping it a few times, out of habit, rolled his shoulders, and stood ready.
"Ladies first, if you wish."
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 23:03:12 GMT -5
Mettli took a breath. She was traditionally a healer, and never allowed to hunt foes down. This was a flattering moment.
Mettli charged straight, begging a series of pokes at the air. It went in a pattern, High poke, low poke, and a lunge. She wielded the long stick like a rapier, one handed. It was clear that the weight of the weapon was fairly much for her. She continued her light footed, but heavy-armed approach, same pattern. Light high strike, light low strike, strong lunge forward.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 10, 2009 23:17:44 GMT -5
It was easy enough to see the pattern of Mettli's attacks after the first strike. The first high poke rebounded off his cuirass easily. Stefan barely avoided the low poke with a quick slide backward. The thrust also bounced harmlessly off his armor.
The next high poke also was caught by his armor. But this time, Stefan sidestepped left to dodge the low poke and swung his hammer in a horizontal left to right arc at Mettli. He did, however, forget the second thrust, and it grazed his arm during the sidestep.
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 23:23:32 GMT -5
"Gotcha."
Mettli held her stick defensively, and with a tight grip of the handle, the sides of the stick shot up and out, and the wooden stick appeared more like a solid iron umbrella. with the seams and edges sharp, painted with the faces of demon masks. The hammer smacked against the umbrella bluntly, knocking Mettli back a step. Being stunned that her block actually worked, she spin her umbrella in preparation for her next move.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 10, 2009 23:30:55 GMT -5
"Eh?" Stefan said out of reaction as her seemingly simple stick transformed. He figured as much. It'd be silly to go into battle with just a stick. Stefan recoiled backward and watched as Mettli began to spin this...umbrella thingy.
"She's not the only one with fancy moves."
Stefan took some steps further back, an obvious concentration on his face. A small insignia near the end of the hammer shaft lit up with a dull glow. He slid both his hands down to the end of the shaft. Stefan moaned lightly as he lifted the entire weight of his hammer above his head and slammed it down hard upon the ground with a powerful force. Upon impact, a dull yellow wave of force energy flew across the ground, right toward his foe.
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 23:39:58 GMT -5
Mettli slammed the umbrella to the ground fiercely. The two skills collided, and Mettli was knocked back several feet, landing gracefully with a whip of her legs around the handle of her umbrella. Her arms trembled at the force they pushed back.
Raw power. This isn't what I had in mind...
Mettli gathered momentum, and struggling to spin the umbrella, she punched the handle, and the demon heads lunged forward, morphing into smaller versions of the iron umbrella, spinning wildly at Stefan.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 10, 2009 23:49:46 GMT -5
Stefan, still a distance away, could easily anticipate the oncoming attacks. One at a time, he expertly directed his hammer into each of the spinning drones, knocking each away, scattering them around the nearby area. With less defense on her side, he rushed Mettli, holding his hammer vertically and bringing it down hard at Mettli's shoulder.
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 23:55:42 GMT -5
Trying to back away, but unable to move, Mettli buckled at the oncoming attack, fell forward, and took the attack square the the shoulder blade.
Well, it's over.
Thinking over what few moves she had, she realized she couldn't do anything without her right arm.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 11, 2009 0:00:12 GMT -5
Stefan's heavy hammer struck home, delivering a massive force directly on her unprotected shoulder. The battle is now far in his favor, Stefan thought.
He took one step back and struck again for good measure. This time, he aimed the butt end of his hammer sideways into Mettli's head.
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Post by Admin on Jul 11, 2009 0:06:44 GMT -5
Looking at the hammer seconds from slaughtering her, Mettli realized that it was time she match her father in power. As the hammer slung closer, Mettli threw her arm at the weapon, her arm getting thicker, semingly caked with the same material her umbrella was made of. The two collided.
"My father invented this technique for me, but up until now, I had never quite mastered it... Stefan, I'd like you to meet the Man's Arm."
Holding the hammer with her fairly thick silver left arm, she pushed it the other way, and placing the hand on the ground, she threw her body several feet into the air, landing smoothly with the single hand first.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 11, 2009 0:15:40 GMT -5
Stefan held his hammer tightly as she gripped it. Soon, though, she was a distance away, no doubt preparing another attack with her weird arm. Stefan's pressure attacks probably wouldn't effect her at such a distance, but something told him advancing would mean running into a trap.
"Not guts, no glory Stefan."
He charged, keeping his hammer horizontal at stomach height. Her right arm was virtually useless, but her left arm seemed to more than make up for that. When about only fifteen feet separated Stefan and Mettli, he struck. He dipped to the right, dragging the head of his hammer along the ground. The insignia began to glow. With a yell, he planted his feet firmly and drug the hammer head along his side and up in a strong arc, releasing another pressure wave toward Mettli. This wave didn't have as much crushing power, but it had more cutting power and could travel a longer distance without dissipating. After a few seconds of recovery, he continued his charge forward.
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Post by Admin on Jul 11, 2009 0:24:35 GMT -5
Mettli held the Man's Arm forward, and it melted into the umbrella form quickly, from her shoulder to her fingertips. The force pushed her back, further damaging her weak legs, but preventing body damage. Melting the umbrella back into a strong Man's Arm, Mettli snapped her fingers quickly, and a clam-shell castanet formed in her hand.
"If you're willing to kill me, I'm willing to heal you... to death."
Mettli braced the arm for his next swing.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 11, 2009 0:30:40 GMT -5
Stefan forced himself to stop his charge at these words. He slowed gradually and ended up standing with a dumb look on his face no less than five feet from the girl.
"Hang on..." He unbraced his body and his muscles relaxed. "First off, I never planned on killing you. That would be bad for my reputation. And second, what do you mean heal me to death?"
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Post by Admin on Jul 11, 2009 0:40:33 GMT -5
"When one swings a hammer to my head, I assume you're out for blood. And second, I'm primarily a healer. Assuming you've met traditional healers. Weak, cowardly, uncomfortable, you know. My family may study energy morphing, but I study healing. Healing is truly a deadly skill to have. Just the option of saying 'No, I won't heal you' is lethal. Well, I studied healing more."
Mettli took a breath, "When the body is cut, it repairs them naturally. And healers speed up the process. That got me thinking, what would come if I continued to heal? The correct answer... cellular mutation commonly known as cancer. It's difficult to heal without physical contack, so I made my stick cut you. As soon as my stick cut your arm, I was given the ability to heal you. Watch."
With her weak hand, Mettli gently clicked the clam shell castanets, watching the wound heal to perfection.
"Are you ready for more?"
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Post by Griffin on Jul 12, 2009 13:58:04 GMT -5
OOC: Good lord, Brandon. I'm truly at a loss of how to reply...
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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2009 14:28:01 GMT -5
OOC: Then I will.
Mettli took a breath and dropped the castanets. "You're healed. I'd torment you with my recreation cancer, but I can't heal that. One day, I hope to fight with you - us on the same side. I'm afraid I'll surrender this battle. If I keep exerting energy, I'll accidentally kill myself. And my shoulder is in incredible pain, so I'm calling it quits. I'm sorry if you had expected more, but I could only offer so much."
Mettli paused, looked at her legs and began to laugh.
"Do you mind helping me to a doctor? My legs are fairly tattered from enduring those hits."
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Post by Griffin on Jul 13, 2009 23:55:56 GMT -5
Stefan was in a wave of confusion, but the end result was he won the battle...technically. And he avoided getting cancer and killing a little girl. Also good.
"Umm...yeah. Sure."
He slung his hammer onto his back and picked up the girl in his arms. A kind gesture should surely help with reputation. He smiled as he carried Mettli back into town.
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