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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 21, 2014 2:10:09 GMT
The men on his side hardly look thrilled, but he steps back and figures it doesn't matter. It's not a matter of what they want to do, it's a matter of the human instinct to survive. Of doing what they have to.
When Discordia silences his work, Messenger only smiles at her both fondly and tersely, like to a child who simply doesn't understand. Then he sweeps his gaze over the arena, figures he'll ease into the applause next time, and with a twitch of his fingers sets the Manticore into action.
It stalks closer to the girls with pride in its posture, tail curling and haunches raised as it gives a deep growl that seems to set the air trembling.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 2:31:35 GMT
A Nemean Lion, the name sounded familiar, but right now Aeron couldn't really piece anything together. He was still groggy, and barely awake. Yes, rip people from their sleep, and drag them here. This sounded like a wonderful idea, full of fun. Aeron just huffed at the whole thing, turning his head back up to Messenger as he heard the manticore growl.
So here he stood, barehanded. Expected to defeat this... Creature, that the fox-eared woman had assured them was not natural. Turning to his partner, he spoke, "I could say the same." This wasn't going to work out too well, he felt his stomach turn. Of course it wasn't, that's how everything goes. Hopefully he'd figure out how to win this. Hopefully.
Nothing went well.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Jan 22, 2014 4:49:39 GMT
Head cocked to the side and body straining to view what lay beyond the golden gates, Primo was caught by surprise when he glimpsed the mythical beast that emerged. It looked like a lion except it wasn’t. Something was definitely unusual about it. They were supposed to fight that? After a quick checking of his pockets, he found himself without his usually weapons. No knife concealed in his boot nor small pistol stowed away in his pocket. How odd. He never left home without either.
This hardly seemed fair. But Primo wasn’t one to be fair anyways. His eyes darted towards his daughter, who seemed to be pitted against an equally horrifying beast. While he knew she could handle herself, he didn’t like the idea of her possibly getting injured. “Do me proud Nessa.” The blonde called out. Primo glanced over to who he assumed was his partner then, certain the man was likely to be killed anyways. He hardly seemed capable. “Don’t die just yet. I may need you.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 21:50:40 GMT
Opposed to the manticore's saunter, Discordia's lion launches forward. Maybe it's gold plated - muscles shimmering with silent fervor as the deity channels all her frustration (from being shown up) into it.
Only beings like them are allowed to have pawns.
Chose your actions. Rolls come next.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 1:20:22 GMT
Her head snapped to the other girl and she glared, having half a mind to do something rash but not sure just what. She hesitated, blinked a few times. "My Daddy is not going to die." Her eyebrows pulled together and she glared accusingly at the two orchestrating this event. Right then she decided that she wasn't going to, either.
The monster slinks forward, Nessa forgets her anger for the moment. She shoots a grin at Primo, wants to do just that, but speaks to her partner while keeping her eyes on the beast. "Okay, then what do you suggest we do?" She tried to keep as much sarcasm out of her tone as possible, but that was a difficult task with a growing temper.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 22:52:30 GMT
Once she was happy the blonde girl wasn't making any move to get herself killed with her arrogance, Fangyin let her go, trailing with seemingly sloppy footwork behind a little, but close enough to her partner. The Chinese girl pressed her lips together and crouched, on the tips of her toes.
"You... weapons?" Every cell in her very skin and bones was telling her not to approach without anything to slice, and Fangyin was not one to betray her instincts.
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Post by MESSENGER on Feb 7, 2014 3:29:04 GMT
Messenger glanced over at his opponent's beast, decidedly disinterested for the moment before he glanced back at two girls, watching his Manticore slink forward. It had sized them up - a small meal - and it leapt forward suddenly towards them with a shrill cry, baring claws and barbs at the girls.
NESSA MARTINELLI - 10
@f - 1
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 18:23:14 GMT
He stood as the beast leapt forward; took one, two, three steps back. There was nothing for him to do barehanded, still, even at this point, barely awake. (Oh Aeron, you're such a mess, even to the gods above you.)
As always, he didn't know what to do; all he could do was keep his distance, let the other handle it. Until he didn't have a choice. This was a fucked up game of chess, and he had no qualms sacrificing the pawn.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Feb 17, 2014 5:22:49 GMT
His supposed partner stood uselessly as the creature approached with a bunching of its muscles and a dangerous leap. That man could die for all he cared. Primo was the only one who needed to survive. Who would care for the twins and Jamie? Maybe Sid, but it wouldn’t be the same.
Mismatch eyes glittering coldly, Primo side stepped the beast with surprising dexterity. He didn’t stop there either. After a quick scan of the arena, he decided there was nothing available to use for protection. This was a game of cat and mouse. Well, he wasn’t going to be the mouse. His partner could fill that role.
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