Laharl
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Post by Laharl on May 20, 2005 6:23:18 GMT
A few hasty steps broke out from the smoke, pacing for a heated and fatal blow. Laharl could sense it, just from this insistancy. But it was not Mai, oh no. It would have been more practical for her to spread her wings and glide through to him. And even if she did attack on foot, it would have been quicker than this.
The assailant burst through, sending a large rift from the bottled up force that -Laharl- implanted into this assassin. That boy, now a golden blur, was beginning to be a real pain in Laharl's ass. Time seemed to stop briefly, his eyes now narrowed in bitter annoyance and his lips curled in a blank expression.
Rearing his head backward, the sweeping kick narrowly missed Laharl's face. He continued to ride the backwards neck-rolling motion, and ended up with head on the other side of Gavin's still traveling foot. A spiteful grin lavished Laharl's lips before his fangs parted, clamping down in a hard, vice-like grip on the area between the boy's calf and ankle. He then flung the child over his shoulder, using only the momentum in his neck and upper body to slam the boy into the gravel covered ground with a grossly wet thud. One that would normally break any normal person.
"Kid, what's your damage? Do you think you can actually take on the demonic benefactor whom merely lent you a tiny fraction of his strength? I can still kill you, with no effort at all." he scoffed non challantly, tilting his head both ways to pop the vertebrae in his own neck with one hand. The other hand wiped at the trails of human blood now rolling down his chin. Laharl started to walk up to the indignant boy on the ground, leering down at him scrutinously.
"And it would only take one raised finger to do the job. Even if that energy intergrates itself in your body, I can still call it back at the slightest whim. It will rip through your body, and drag along any and all of the life force that holds your body together. The bonds that have patched your wounds back together can do even worse damage than before." he explained, now uncaring as to whether the boy was paying attention or not. He silently dared the brat to try him with a bluff, for there was none. Laharl was dead serious about crushing this bug of a human, if he offered any further provocation.
"All I really wanna know is, why you're so insistant on making so light of mine and Mai's circumstantial and uncharacteristic kindness. We gave you a chance to walk out of here unscathed, and yet you seem to insist that I make you comatose or dead."
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Gavin
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Post by Gavin on May 20, 2005 20:50:20 GMT
Gavin chuckled breathily, holding his bleeding tendon as he fought to focus on that part of his body, hoping to stem the blood flow.
"Because I cant fight worth a crap..... and I need to learn." Gavin said quietly, giving Laharl a pain-filled smile.
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Laharl
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Post by Laharl on May 20, 2005 21:16:34 GMT
"....Heh?"
Laharl froze in mid step, perhaps three or four feet in front of the wounded student. The smudged blood on his jawline had slipped his mind. The demon's eyes blinked several times in dumbfoundment; he had honestly expected a much more belligerant answer than this. Apparently the boy was infact a young man of humility. But even more so he had a muchly conflicted heart. Laharl had never been more confused by a single human in his entire eleven year existance, at least according to the space time of this diminsional plane.
"Well.....I suppose I could give you a crash course on fighting, sometime. Can we, maybe, take a raincheck on that, though? Mai and I are kinda in the middle of an urgent fight, here." Laharl suddenly found himself fidgeting, running his hand around the back of his neck and looking around anxiously. Where did Mai go, anyway? Surely he didn't vaporize the demoness in that last attack.....
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Post by Gavin on May 21, 2005 2:45:42 GMT
Gavin chuckled, "I think I kind of crashed to the floor...." He said, holding his head where it had struck the floor rather forcefully. With a rather bizarre crawling maneuver, he worked his way backwards, finding the nearest wall. He too was curious as to Mai's wherabouts.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on May 22, 2005 8:39:49 GMT
Mai could have quite certainly said she didn't like the look on Laharl's face at all as she asked what was next. She should have seen it coming, and in fact she was most pissed at herself for not seeing it. Perhaps age was growing on her anyway, perhaps those years of grandma were kicking in. Oh, for hell and all that wasn't holy NO. [insert](Mai widening her eyes and snorting loudly at these thoughts here)[/insert]
Laharl vanished, and Mai rolled her eyes, only having time to do this before Laharl was in front of her, his hands plastered against her mouth and some form of heated light spiralling around her dangerously. She didn't like this, at all. As Mai stopped concentrating on the orb and instead caught Laharl's wine-tasting eyes with her own, she said it all in a matter of a second through telepathy, to nobody in particular. Oh, shiit. And that was it.
Mai only remember the heat intensifying, her head feeling as though it rocketted backwards to some secondary world, and her body was dragged by loose tendons to follow, all ending up in a heap indented in a wall beside the already ruined one. Her body was, well, crippled, beyond all recognition, not that it began to bother her.
Although something close to paralyis kicked in, Mai didn't utter a single sound, instead she turned off to everything. The pain, the danger, the anger, everything, and simply disappeared. Though Laharl had considered Mai's previous behaviour concerning the duel was weak, it was merely child's play to the demoness. And if he believed they were now fighting on the same level, he might have prayed he was right, for Mai could have just as easily said she might begin to try now.
wherefor art thou.....
Mai heard amongst the falling rubble and debris, where she stood as a silouette, perched in invisibility. Ignoring the urge to pounce on Laharl there and then, as she almost certainly would have normally, Mai didn't move. She waited instead. Suddenly, Gavin stole the limelight and darted across the room in a poor attempt to pumel Laharl's head in with his foot and newfound energy.
Resisting a chuckle of insignificant admiration to the hopeless boy, Mai remained silent, observing the exchanges of speech between the two, as she silently approached Laharl through the smoke from behind. The two seemed to suddenly be wondering of Mai's whereabouts, and so, she decided to make an entry, and what an entry it was.
An eruption of a scream, like that of a banshee hurtled itself around the Dueling Hall, sending the hands of students to their ears without a doubt, and most likely deafening Laharl or at least the boy by the wall. Mai's appearance came as nothing less of a shock as she burst from an array of black flame and caugth Laharl viciously by two locks of his hair. She jerked his neck backwards until the previously cracked vertebrae cracked again, this time rupturing the outer layer of his flesh and completely popping out.
Mai then swiftly slammed the back of Laharl's skull into her up-thrusted knee, busting the back of his skull and tearing out the locks of hair she'd been holding, only to toss them on the ground carelessly. Cocking a brow at this new damage, Mai frowned, unsatisfied. She spun the demon-boy around to face her, though his neck and head issues most likely kept him facing whatever it was that had just been in front of him.
Literally gutting him, by force of ripping her fists through his stomach, pulling out whatever intestines got in the way and digging her nails in wherever she could, Mai began to smirk, finding satisfaction. Her hands came together inside Laharl's body and a hot tar-like substance began pouring through his blood stream, glugging itself into clots at every joint in his body.
Placidly, the demoness removed her hands from his body and raised her boot to push him away from her and to the ground. The scream stopped, echoing into oblivion as the only remaining sound in the arena, oh, and of course the oozing and spluttering of Laharl's insides and out.
"Urgent fight? I think not." Mai commented lazily. "Please, do as I am doing Laharl, and take your time." She said, smirking with both eyebrows raised in a mocking expression.
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Post by Gavin on May 22, 2005 15:42:51 GMT
Ironically, it was he, the normal human, that noticed Mai first.
It had been nothing major, no overbearing advertisement of her prescence, except for the abrupt, unexplained shifting of a dust cloud that had yet to settle. Anticipating another massive lightshow, Gavin threw a shielding arm across his eyes.
Instead, he was treated to the sounds of an unmistakably brutal thrashing, and when he felt the will to lower his arm again, he nearly threw it up again to avoid having to look at the battered and bleeding Laharl. "Ow....." He winced sympathetically.
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Laharl
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Post by Laharl on May 24, 2005 17:46:27 GMT
Laharl twitched and convulsed slightly on the ground; any normal creature would be dead at the bare beginning of Mai's attack. His jaw was agape with blind ghost pains, as he amazingly could feel anything at all after the upper section of his spine was destroyed. His neck snapped back automatically though, when Mai began showing off vocally. He stared up at her with a skeptical look in his eyes. "Take my time? Like you? Don't make me laugh, sis. You seem to be fighting just a tad too desperately for the situation to be so stoic, like you say. Demons only start dismembering when they want to end the fight." Laharl sat up on the palms of his hands, only wincing slightly from his intestines hanging out from his body, as well as from the trauma his head just went through. He gave a dazed smile, and pointed down to the trail his intestines left. Coiling, stretching out, all the way to - Mai's hand. The front end which she ripped out from inside Laharl was now slipped around her hand. A brief pause cut through the air, before the singing sounds of flesh being rapidly torn. A mouth had formed at the base of the vital organ, and it began tearing ferociously at Mai's hand. "What was that stuff supposed to be, soy sauce? I drink more corrosive toxic waste for breakfast!" he growled, letting his sneer widen with the surprise he read from Mai's face (Yes, a minor god-rp, but you can't deny that having intestines eat your hand is surprising. ). Laharl moved again, while he retracted the preditorial organ to his body. He rocketed himself, headbutting Mai fully in the face with his forhead, whilst letting the bones in the back of his head mend. Now that he was taking damage more consistantly, his body was becoming more ready to take damage itself. He was curious though, as to when the time would come for his energies to run dry. But an even more pressing issue at that second was Mai, as she flew backwards with a small trail of blood escaping her lips. He held his hands over his body wound, and a weak heat ray blasted from both his palms, allowing for just enough heat to carterize the wound shut, with his guts packed back in. With the tremendous but brief pain aside, he lept after his sister. Quite pleased that his medical procedure was finished so quickly, Laharl noticed that Mai still did not recover from the blow to her face moments ago. He decided to follow up with a knee to her face, while she was already lying on the ground. The force pushed her head down into the ragged stone floor of the castle and erupted with another burst of dust into the air. Finally, his infamously dangerous tail began floating about with a few curious waves, and a snake-like shadow of the tail hovered over Mai. It reached down and took her tightly around the throat, her red and dirty face hardly even recognizable. His hand reached out and took a handful of Mai's silken locks of hair, pulling back with a deepening, constricting force. Such a tiny and fair neck it was, it would be a shame if it just, snapped into a million pieces. And from the array of crackling sounds that followed, that was a fair assumption of what happened as he then thrashed her hair from her scalp and swung her over to the wall, creating yet another crater. Laharl stood there, his arms crossed in contempt, and his injuries now healed, for the most part.
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