Emurado

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 20:55:40, as written by Nisei

Emurado |Without a word nor sound of warning to his presence or intentions the door which stood in his way, that of Gambits Bar, was suddenly heaved from its hinges with a precise punch to the center of its wooden body. He cared not for those who could possibly stand in the way of the speeding hunk of wood, he in fact hoped that some unfortunate soul would be in its path, so that he could bask in the knowledge that he had killed once again.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 21:07:22, as written by Nisei

Emurado stepped through the now barren doorway of the establishment, his silver eyes scanning along the patrons who sat or stood within. As he walked his bare feet made little to no sound upon the floor beneath him, the true sounds of his movements coming from the brushing of cloth that draped along his body. He wore the most simplistic of clothing, cloth shirt and denim jeans, so as not to hinder his movements should the need to move quickly arise. The steps came to a halt as he came upon what he believed to be the center of the bar, hissing beneath his breath. "What happened to the skilled fighters this place used to see?" [sorry if it's bad, kind of out of it]

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 21:13:45, as written by Nisei

Emurado lets out a sort of scoff as he sees that the patrons in here had indeed gone to lack in power, though that came of no surprise to him. It in fact allowed for an easier approach to what he had cam here to do, holding his right had out infront of him at eye level. His vision rested upon the tips of his fingers, a sick little smirk dancing along his lips as he allowed his fingers to curl to his palm. "Pathetic people, the whole lot of you." He opens his hand again, lowering his body down towards the ground so that he could bring his open palm crashing against the wooden floor. The resulting impact sent shards of wood flying out in near every direction, save for towards the attacker, as well as caused the foundation of the Bar to shake and tremble, moving nearly the entire establishment.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 21:18:12, as written by Nisei

Emurado stood himself up from the ground, the palm of his hand ridding itself of a faint numbness, a pin and needle sensation, from the impact it had just endured. With a near silent sigh of annoyance he curled his hands to his palm once again, bringing his fist down upon the center of a nearby table, shattering its entire surface, littering the ground with splinters. "Is there no one left that puts up a good fight!? Is there no one who stands for the innocent against a man such as I!? Oh where oh where have my White Knights gone?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 21:23:07, as a chat transcript.

|With a quick and precise movement his body dipped down to the ground, putting into place the beginning of a spin upon his right foot. His right hand snaked out, fingertips gliding along the very surface of the bars floor until the beginning of a shard of wood was felt, at which point the curled and dipped even more to pick up the object. With the object in hand he rose again, now finishing the spin that would bring him round to face Ty at which point the object would be thrown forwards with a small spin. The throw was precise, even with the spin, and could possibly end with the sharpest point of the object embedded within the mans chest. "Silence." The word came out as almost a whisper when the object was released, giving reason to what he did, even if it was not a good one.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 21:28:51, as written by Nisei

Emurado could only raise an eyebrow at what was said, both of his hands curling inwards to create tight fists from the sheer anger of what he had just heard. The audacity of one such as the other to think that he could do anything to make Emurados life miserable, a mere insult. "You magical creatures sicken me to the point of stomach churning, to think that your petty little tricks could do anything to hurt me is outrageous at least."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-05 21:34:43, as written by Nisei

Emurado let out a quiet chuckle as the child stepped from the bar, shaking his head in response to what he had said. His voice, though a mere whisper to the others around, would have been precisely aimed at the child. "What reason would one of such sadistic nature as I have to go to an Arena to fight when I could simply kill for fun?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-06 13:14:40, as written by Nisei

Emurado |With not a single word nor whisper of warning as to what was about to transpire the door which lead in to Gambits Bar was suddenly forcibly removed from its hinges. The sole reason for this was the man who stood upon the other side, his right hand outstretched in an open palm to show that he was indeed the one responsible for what had happened. A sick little smirk was now dancing on his lips as he stepped inside, not caring much of what others could have said to him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 12:31:42, as written by Nisei

Emurado |A quiet hiss sounded from beyond the inner sanctum of Gambits Bar, a relatively silent warning for what was soon to come. The warning itself often came in too short of time with the actions that followed, leaving little to no time to run, for those who wished to do so. The next sound to follow would be a dull thud followed by the crippling and shattering of a wooden frame, a large metallic hammer being the cause for this destruction. Soon after the door was obliterated a brief gust of wind blasted through the open doorway, picking up random shards of wood and carrying them at random through the bar. (Again, hate entrances x-x)

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 12:39:25, as written by Nisei

Emurado stepped through the doorways now empty frame, allowing the hammer to spin with what appeared to be little effort around the middle and index finger of his right hand. With little time the action became boring and the next moment which the head of the hammer would be pointed to the ground he would begin to swing it once again, a gentle movement this time. The gentle movement the weapon was given would serve only to raise it up through the air once more, coming to rest against Emurados shoulder as he contemplated the trouble he could cause today.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 12:43:05, as written by Nisei

Emurado looked side to side as he heard a multitude of gentle clicking sounds, searching until he found the one responsible for the nuisance. His right hand tightened upon the handle of his hammer as he began to step towards Tristan, swinging it around just as he had done upon walking in. Without warning or good cause of doing so he brought the hammer down upon its upswing, attempting to bring the weapons flat surface against the machine he worked upon.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 12:48:00, as written by Nisei

Emurado |The tables structure, not so long after Emuardos hammer crashed against its surface, would be compromised, turning the once solid frame to fragments of wood. Seeing as there was nothing now for the laptop to rest upon, and most went unaware of the fact that Emurado possessed enough strength to do such things, it was possible it would fall to the floor. If this were to actually happen Emurado would a that point attempt to stop upon it, using enough force in his leg to smash it, but whatever the outcome his words would be the same "Shut that annoying thing up."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 12:54:38, as written by Nisei

Emurado tossed the hammer into the air a short distance, grabbing hold of the shaft of the weapon near its base and pressing a series of switches which formed to the shape of his closed hand. The effect of these switches was to release a small, thin but sharp blade from the bottom of the hammer, one which would be gripped quickly in his free, right, hand. With a simple baseball pitch like motion the blade would be set free, nothing more than a shimmer blur as it sliced through the air towards Tristans back. The entire action of achieving the blade and throwing it would take no more than 3 seconds, not enough time to get an entirely safe distance away.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:01:09, as written by Nisei

Emurado pressed down against the ground the second he saw the blade connect with a barrier of sorts which surrounded the techno using man. With pure strength and speed often unseen these days his body took off along the ground, his hammer creating a path of destruction behind him. The distance between himself and the other would be closed in a number of seconds, at which point his foot would press down into the ground, using both momentum and strength to bring the hammer against the forcefield with as much might as she could muster, a strength which little to nothing stayed up upon feeling.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:06:56, as written by Nisei

Emurado chuckled quietly as the man called out for help, thinking to himself how pointless it would be for any of them to step in to help this man. As he ran along his way Emurado gripped the head of his hammer, removing the large metallic slab atop of it and heaving it at the back of Tristan with as much speed and strength as the knife before.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:11:54, as written by Nisei

Emurado used the hand which had heaved the large piece of steel to brush his hair back, only to have the emerald green locks fall back into the place they had once rested. With a few leisurely strides he was soon standing at the mans side, the metallic staff now resting within his grip, twirling around in a speed which made it a circular blur of gray. "Hm." The staff suddenly stopped spinning as it was suddenly surrounded by a fist, lifting it up a few feet before slamming it back down towards the ground. The end of the staff would be aimed for the back of the mans head, intent on intending a solid kill. (x3 nothing personal about all this, just an evil character)

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:16:37, as written by Nisei

Emurado felt a gentle sting as the nanites crawled along his body and pushed into his skin, though he simply ignored them for the moment being. With a quick heave and a flick of the wrist he threw it forward, having such a fine control of his weapon that it woudl simply wrap around Hopes throat, spinning painlessly round it before continuing on its way towards the back of Tristan. "He doesn't have to do anthing, no one does, I'm evil."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:25:56, as written by Nisei

Emurado shifted his weight to his right foot, shifting it all rather quickly after that so he simply pivoted upon that limb as the pentogram shot past him. It would all appear to happen so fast, the pentograms movements anyway, though magically enhanced eyes peered upon it from Emurados sockets, allowing him to maneuver in the appropriate manner. When it was finished he looked upon hope, pulling his head back so he was not 'bopped' upon his nose. "I have no reason other than that."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:33:35, as written by Nisei

Emurado preferred not to be touched, which was the reasoning behind the fact that he continued to move his head away from bops to his nose. At this point he simply went on to ignore the woman who insisted upon touching his nose, reaching into his pocket remove a thin metallic disk, something like a coin. "Here." With the hand that held the coin he created a fist, resting the coin upon the top of it and using his thumb to flick it through the air towards Shen. "Enjoy." To Emurados eyes the movements around him began to slow, including that of the coin, as the edges of it pushed outwards, sending a number of razor sharp shrapnel hurtling towards not only Shane but Hope as well, at a speed which was hard for even Emurado to keep track of.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-30 13:43:01, as written by Nisei

Emurado no longer worried nor cared for the coin that was in there air, for upon being tampered with it was now useless to him and could no longer be used due to an interal destruction setting. An aggrivated sigh let his lips as he looked at the circulating embers around him, bringing his hand up so that he may grip the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "You rely so much on Magic effects.." With a quiet grunt, one that signaled his tapping into a deeper source of power, a brief pulsation of power shot from his body, powerful enough to possibly push the embers away from him, creating a weak but effective energy repulsion technique. "What happens when your magic is useless?"

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