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legacy - the darkness rises
(http://www.labofabyll.com/forum/threadid.php?threadid=787)
"Feh. Maybe by YOUR
standards." Ashlon swung his sword down in front of him, hoping to deflect the
cutter. It didn't however, and hit him right in the fists. The sword, once
again, spun through the air and clattered to the ground. "........
;;"
San laughed nervously as the cutter returned to his hand,"er...your move..."
by this time Skye
had left...
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A shadowy heavy built male watched them
spar.
Plushie-Liger Zero
sat on the beacher where Skye was. He seemed kinda down about the whole quarrel
that had rose.
Plushie-Rock yawned as he continued to watch Ashlon
and San sparring. He really wanted find someone else to spar, but he didn't feel
like jumping out and asking someone.
Rocks hands began
to tremble as the large male loomed over him.
"Then let's
spar."
Plushie-Rock looked
behind him at the mysterious person who was looming over
him.
Plushie-Rock: Who...who are you!?
White-Jet gulped as she
looked at the strange man standing behind Plushie-Rock and how he was trembling.
She knew she wasn't going to like this one bit.
Plushie-Liger Zero
snarled at the strange man, ready to attack if anything bad happened during the
match.
"Show me what
you've got small fry."
He growled under his breath, taking out a very
large double bladed staff.
Plushie-Rock gulped and jumped ou into the areana, turning into his real form as he took his X-Whip out.
Ashlon went over and picked up his sword. "Um...might we try throwing it higher or lower? My knuckles really hurt.." Ashlon charges at San.
Medley turned to look at Might, shifting around and back to male as more people came and left. "Sure, I guess." He looked down at the buster forming on his hand. "I have this as long as that blue guy is full-sized, but I get the feeling it won't be very powerfull."
Might nodded and
walked into a waiting area inside the stadium coming back out he was dragging a
trunk.
"theres an assortment of rifles and swords left from Johns
team,the one RedWaters defeated,take your pick"
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San
smirked,"I`ll throw higher,nothing important there to damage"
Ashlon :
"yea oka-HEY!"
The man nodded and
twirled the long staff around.
"Come on."
Ashlon squinted his
eyes at San. Mitch was
. Ashlon charged at San.
San backed up but tripped on his lace and fell over onto his back and Ashlon sailed over him,San got back to his feet and turned round,"alright come on...I ah..meant to do that,yea"
Ashlon skidded, turned, and headed back towards San.
Medley dug into the
trunk and fished out a curved scabbard. "Hm..." He pulled out of it a curved
scimitar, and took a few experimental swings, then nodded. "Ya, this should be
fine. Thank you."
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A red-haired boy wandered
through the forest, looking for the other two. For him, this was the
quintessence of self-control. Everything was so lush, so green, so... so...
flammable. It was hard to keep his mind off that fact when there was nothing
else to do. Fortunately, he finally came upon something, what looked like the
ruins of a stadium, up ahead. He ran inside and came out into the bleachers,
seeing a familiar face. "Ah, there he is. San's got himself into a battle... I
gotta see this." He walked down to the edge of the arena and sat down to
watch.
Dark Messenger had stretched out and walked back to the bleachers, sitting up in the stands behind Medley and Might. She looked quite a lot better now, and she yawned tiredly.
Pang walked up and
sat down near DM,giving her space,"feeling better?"
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San caught
sight of Cremo before Ashlon was almost at him,he quickly brought up his rolling
cutter to defend before Ashlons momentum caused them both to fall
over.
Ashlon tumbled off San and blinked. "Um...why'd you block? You could've...dodged like before..."
"could`ve
would`ve,should`ve didn`t...urgh,damn you heavy,okay lets try this
again".
He stood up and dusted himself off,bringing his cutter up in
front of him.
Medley suddenly stopped and stood still. He could feel her again, and though she was far calmer now, he could still sense that lingering hatred and anger inside of himself. After a moment of regaining control of himself, he resheathed the scimitar and turned to face her, backing away as he did so. "Oh, you're back."
She looked at him,
her eyes scanning his form and she put her chin into her awaiting palm, leaning
her elbow against her knee and she watched him.
"Is there a problem to
that??"
"No, I... I just..." he began to stammer, still not feeling right and backing up slowly. "Well, I tend to get something from everyone around me... and you, uh... startled me before." He was currently focused on two things. Trying to get out of range of her, and trying not to get her mad.
She jumped off the
bleachers, landing in front of him.
"Oh?" she looked at him again, the gold
in her eyes scaring him a little bit more. "I don't bite..." She put a hand on
his shoulder.
Might kept a safe distance from DM,not wanting to startle her just because of his occupation.
Ashlon sighed angrily. "Alright..." Ashlon charged at him again.
Rock tightly gripped his X-Whip as he felt his trembling increasing. Ignoring it, he swung the X-Whip at the dark man.
As she came closer to him, Medley shifted more toward her appearance, though still male and with some features of the others. He was feeling a bit more sure of himself, but took a step back anyway. "Well... my name's Medley, to the best of my knowledge, at least."
San dodged to the
side and threw his cutter in the opposite direction,it curved round and headed
for Ashlon.
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Might looked at the scene unfolding and turned to
look at Rini,"shall we continue our sparring?"
---
Pang sighed as
Rogo kept teasing him about when he went off into the forest with
DM.
"Rogo shut up..."
"c`mon you must have done something with
her"
"I talked...thats it.."
Ashlon jumped up high, attempting to dodge the cutter.
San smirked and took a running jump,his foot outstretched aiming for Ashlon.His cutter missed and stabbed into the ground.
The whip wound
around the Trident, and the man pulled it from Rock's hands, throwing it across
the arena.
"TEMPEST BREAKER!!" He sent a whirl of dark clouds surrounded
by lightning at him.
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"Hmm...Medley....what an odd
name.."
Rock yelped and fired a charged blast at the clouds, only to see it pass through like a ghost. One of the bolts hit him in the back, causing him to yelp some more as he tried dodging the other bolts of lightning.
He twirled his staff and charged, the sharp end aimed at Rocks throat.
Rock barely managed
to block the attack, which put a gash in his left arm. Blood was seeping out of
the gash as he stumbled back, covering it and groaning in
pain.
Despirate, Rock switched colors and three fireflies circled him as
they started firing at the dark man.
Plushie-Liger Zero snarled at
the dark man, wanting to jump out and bite him, but White-Jet stopped him before
he even attempted.
He deflected the
shots and send lightning bolts at the fireflies, disabling them.
"come on
now...you're hurt." the voice had softened up a bit and he put his gentle hand
on Rocks wound.
Rock seemed to have
calmed down a bit when he heard the voice and felt the gentle touch on his
wound, even though his hands were still trembling slightly. His armor color
switched back to normal before he turned back into a plushie, the wound
disappearing.
Plushie-Liger Zero jumped out of the bleachers and ran
up to Plushie-Rock, nudging him as he reached out and stroked his mechanical
head.
The man took off
his helmet, the waves of metallic hair falling back down over the familiar blue
eyestreaks and the orange eyes.
Skye smiled.
"sorry for bein so
rough."
Ashlon eeped and got blown down to the ground by the kick. Ashlon slowly got to his knees and sighed.
San picked up his rolling cutter and dusted off the blade,"er.....exactly how much combat experiance do you have?"
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