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Midnight vs. Drake Tancer

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:32 am

Midnight smiles down at the dead body. His opponets blood dripping off his blade. Midnight raises up his hand as it promply bursts a part becoming a dragon claw. Then with a sudden strike he rams his claw into the corpse and drains the body of its energy. He raises up his claw it changing back into a hand as the body turns into dust. Then Midnight starts to walk off looking for his next battle.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Tue Sep 05, 2006 7:58 pm

The Architech of Aggression's blue form casually floated in front of the merciless warrior, Pulsing a deep Sapphire. It calmly orbited him for a few moments. The light it gave off was more then any in the underground cavern.
It was a wide open space, A grand chamber filled with only a few stalactites and stalagmites. Though these few where bigger then any man who ever lived. The air was cool and refreshing, As constant draft blowing through out the place. In the distance, To one side only, The distinct sound of running water, An underground river was very close.

The orb spoke, Growing brighter on each syllable.

"A mighty warrior indeed."
It spoke having witnessed the battle before. More of a slaughter to any right minded folk
"You seem to have taken something that we hoped to attain."
It paused for a moment as if choosing it's next words.
"What to do, What to do. These here are your options. Serve or... simply, Die."
It maintained an even tone through out it's short speech. There it waited for a reply. Sitting in the air, Pulsing every few moments.

Unknown to Midnight, Drake lurked in the shadows, Still as a statue. He was positioned too far away to make any surprise attack, But the distance helped keep him concealed, To even the most trained senses.
"I smash my head against the wall
Dark moments, go go!
I got a pain, and no one knows
It's so wicked in every way" - The fair sex

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:37 pm

"I serve none," is all Midnight says but his voice was cold enough to chill snowmen. Then suddenly the second he finished he swung his sword to cut the creature through the middle.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:30 pm

The Architech began laughing meniachly. The blue orb simply flew away unharmed by almost any material from this world.
He spoke once more, This time not torwds the mighty Midnight.

"Prince, Crush him. Was all it said coldy.

Drake landed ten whole meters from mid. On one knee with his left pa surporting. His left gauntlet, A giant claw, Was dug into the ground slightly. The vulpine demon rose to his feet, He picked the blade up twirling it around a few strokes, Easily cutting up the granite floor. Single handedly wielding the great blade in his right paw, He arched his back fully extending his chainmail wings. An aura, a heat of violence was given off by this one. Drake's dark purple eyes shot him a stare of pure hate. "Guiragh! Prepare to beg for your death!"
In a fit of pure wrath, Drake raised his blade over his head, Pointing streight up. He moved forword, In one great motion, Did a complte 180 letting the zweihander fall back down. Spiked side aimed at Midnight. Using the momentum, Drake could turn the virticle motion into a side to side one, He was adept at keeping his sword in motion providing a very hard time for any enemy to get close.
The great blade Drake held was atleast 2 whole feet longer then Midnight's, Also Drake was very well armored. Argumented by his own natural toughness.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Wed Sep 06, 2006 11:51 pm

Midnight spins around swinging his sword to block letting go of it and spining it quickly moving it from his right hand to his left as his right hand bursts into the claw agian and braces further down on the blade with his dragon claw the dragon scales on the claw acting as an armor so stuff that his blade don't cut into his 3 fingered claw. Then Midnight quickly does a hard kick into his opponets stomich to force him alittle ways back using all his half dragon strenght and lets out a loud roar. (for his claw picture Nightmares from SC but only from the wrist up)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:35 pm

Drake had already began his horizontal motion as he spotted the kick.
With a quick thinking he formulated a plan hoping not to waste any of his former effort.
He leaned down slightly, Moving his body to the right a few inches. Purposely he took the solid kick to the the planned spot, His own left shoulder. Capitalizing on all the strength Midnight put into, He turned the energy into a devastating spinning slash. There was little warning as Drake attempted to trade blows.
The coal black knight spun around another time before falling flat of his face, With his head facing his opponent. Even though it was a planned hit on Drake's part, It still hurt and the spin had made it impossible for him to keep his balence.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Thu Sep 07, 2006 10:45 pm

When Midnight's kick contacts he suddenly feels the weight of Drake's blade vanish and seeing where Midnight hit he droped his blade to the ground the end of the blade hitting the ground his left hand holding it firm. As the slash hits it knocks Midnight down hurting his shoulder pretty good but atleast keeping him alive. As Midnight faces Drake he just smiles at him. A look of acknowleagement on his face. Meaning he wasn't going to hold back.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:59 pm

Drake rose to his knee's, Holding the zweihander in a surportive motion. The dread knight laughed boastfully to himself, The pain inducing toxin on his sword would kick in in only a few moments.
It wouldn't come close to killing him, But he would wish it did, Feeling every pain nerve on the area that was hit fire off all at once.

Drake opted for a defensive position for now, His blade was infront of himself, Slightly to the left. He respond with either a block or a left claw counter attack. He favored his left claw option.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:14 am

(you do know your sword hit my sword. Meaning your sword directly did nothing but the shock of the suddeness of the hit is what knocked him down and hurt his shoulder)

Midnight gets up switching his blade into his clawed hand holding it at his side. Midnight then reaches up and rips the sleeve off his shirt as his arm starts throbing growing bigger with each throb. The skin on the arm starts changing to dragon scales. When the transfromation is done both his right arm and shoulder doubled in size and the dragonscales making it better then a 2 foot thick steel shield. He slides his foot back turning is right side to Drake. He lifts his arm up bending it to guard. His sword poised for split second attacks.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Sat Sep 09, 2006 12:17 pm

(Ah sorry, Well I get confused easily.)

Drake switched his stance to using both his hands. The hilt held close to his hip. He spread his large, boned, Chainmail wings.
With a quick step forword, He entered striking range for his weapon. He turned his sword so the hollow was facing his foe.
He thrusted it forword, Clearly missing Midnigh on purpose, By atleast a foot. Pulling back with his titanic strength, He attempted to 'hook' his foe. Managing to do this while being clear of Midnight's own striking distance by a few inches.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:51 pm

After droping his sword in his left hand to block the blow that missed Midnight realized why and he did a quick backflip over the blade knowing its the opening he needed. When he hit the ground he did a hard charge trailing the blade with his claw forward and his sword out wide.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:38 pm

Drake quickly shoved his sword forword, Having been already in the position to do so. The attack came out almost instantly and this time it was aimed to be on mark.
"Fool!" Drake yelled, In his normal, Gutteral voice.
His attack was noticably lacking in form, More of a wrathful thrust of rage then anything.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:49 pm

Midnight grabs the blade with his claw, his dragonscales protecting his hand from being cut, and he throws the blade out wide not a long diversion but long enough to get it out of the way. Then he swings his blade hard with his left hand to chop the guy in half.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:46 pm

Drake's right paw let the sword go, The heavy blade flying a few feet before becoming inbebbed in a stalactite, A rather large one at that.
His senses hightened watching the blade come closer, Time slowing down for him. With a feral noise he made his choice.
He moved his body closer tot he blade as it aproached, Trying to lessen the amount of distance it had to gain momentum.
It was a heavy, But too close.
The blade hit Drake in his right side, cutting through his armor, Smashing into his ribs. With a heavy grunt he bore the hit. He gambled on his bones, Like always they never failed. The blade only made it a few inches into his body, Something he could manage with.
Almost instantly he clamped his right hand down, Forcing the blade to remain in his side. Effectivly this would now be a bare hands brawl.
Capitalizing on the few, short, moments Midnight was preoccupied with either drawing his sword back, Or from the initial hit, Drake thusted out his left claw, Grabbing Midnight's dragon thumb.
Every move he made caused him pain, But all that pain he began channeling into his anger. An aura of wrath and violence was building around him, He was becoming his most dangerouse.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:54 pm

When Midnight saw he was held on both sides he cocked his head back and did a full strenth ram right into Drakes head then with his blade hand he punched as hard as he could into his jaw.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:00 pm

Once again, Drake's armor proved to be just as valuable as any sword.
The head butt wasn't stopped or even attempted to be absorbed, It barely moved his large head.
With blinding speed, Drake met Midnight's fist with a lowered head, Causing him to hit higher then intended, Once again the flesh versus metal battle was lost by the flesh.
Not wasting a moment, Drake let go of the sword stuck in his side, More like forcing it out, Throwing it a few feet away.
He forced Midnight's dragon claw backwords, Putting all the pressure on the thumb. He stepped forword, Aswell as pulling Midnight forword, To get behind him hold his claw in a semilar fashion to how the police hold suspects. He held onto the back of Midnight's neck, Forcing his larger arm backwords and up. His side ached, He was bleeding now that the sword had been removed, The pain only fueled his anger, Giving him a burst of strength for the next few moments.
"Surrender and serve." Drake said, Giving him one warning. He placed his foot directly in back of his foes, Much like a door stopper.
The only way for Midnight to exscape, Would be his single dragon claw to be much stronger then Drake's entire arm. The same arm that could lift well over a quarter ton.
Aswel, On the first sign that Midnight might be able to break the hold, Drake was prepared to stomp on the back of his knee's,

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Tue Sep 12, 2006 8:07 pm

"Never." Midnight roared his eyes start go blood red as his other hand bursts into a claw and he strikes it back for Drakes stomich knowing dragon claws can pierce any armor.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:02 pm

"Die!" Was all Drake retorted, Starting his movements at the same time of Midnight's. He moved to the right side, Where the seconed dragon claw couldn't get him, Drake jumped up, Still holding the right dragon claw in a very compromising way, In mid air he placed his feet againts Midnight's shoulder, in one monstrous pull, He fully extended his body. This drop-kick type motion forced Midnight's arm up, behind his back, A move it was never designed to do. This placed great strain on his shoulder blade, Threatening to demolish the entire upper right half of Midnight's body.
Two things where gonna happen now, The right dragon arm was going to be torn off or something more human would have had to break, Most likely more vital too.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Midnight on Thu Sep 14, 2006 12:26 am

(well hate to tell you this but dragon bones are near imposible to break and for the weight of the arm to be supported by a human body the scales would have grown onto the body abit so it can't be torn off)

Midnight just laughs as he throws Drake off infront of him his arm hurting but nothing that he couldn't ignore.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Drake Tancer on Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:06 pm

The vulpine demon landed on his shoulder, Quickly gaining his footing back with a roll. He stood there in a slightly defensive position, Only hesitating only but a split seconed. With a still aching side, He moved forword in a lunge, Aiming each of his paws for a dragon forearm, Attemoting to grab both.

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