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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Orn:
11/15/2016 1:17:18 AM
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[u]"...Roar."[/u]
[i]Olivia chuckled slightly as she began pushing herself ever closer to the source of light, while she held out her plasma sword and gauntlet blade outwards. She appeared to have been waiting.[/i]
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[b]Celon swings wildly, quickly at Olivia.[/b]
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[i]The knightess suddenly lunged, swinging once at Celon's blade with her plasma sword and slamming head-on into him, both of them sent spiraling into one of the arena's walls.[/i]
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[b]Celon slams into the arena wall, but peels himself off quickly. It only made him angrier. The Spirit Sword glowed brightly, clearly now much more powerful than before Celon flew up to the opening of the volcano, as if to guard it.[/b]
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[i]As the knightess flew towards Celon, she reached out to grab her spear, her fingers wrapping around the nearly eight foot long weapon. As she held it at her right side, Olivia then swung once at Celon, while aiming another thrust with her spear towards his chest this time.[/i]
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[b]Celon was on the other side of the arena, and Olivia had only a wall to push off of, so she came nowhere close to actually hitting the kid. [/b]
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[i]As soon as Olivia stopped, she growled in anger. Literally.[/i] [u]"Come on, you little shit! You want a fight, I'll give you one!"[/u]
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"That's not a nice word!" [b]Celon charged forwards at a blinding speed, slicing across with his Spirit Sword. It would be much, much harder to block now that it was double power. Might wanna be creative.[/b]
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[i]Creativity isn't exactly my strong suit.[/i] [i]Olivia suddenly dashed to the side, sheathing the spear in the process. She had a plan, and the spear...well, it would get in the way of said plan.[/i]
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[b]Celon extends it, and slashes at Olivia again.[/b]
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[i]WHY ARE YOU ONE-LINING[/i] [i]Olivia dodged once more, although the dodge was slightly sluggish. She was getting tired and irritated, from the looks of it. This time, she actually lunged towards Celon, the gauntlet blade extending as she aimed her right hand, with the gauntlet blade, towards Celon's face with a newfound speed.[/i]
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[spoiler]This is a fight, not poetry night.[/spoiler] [b]Celon smiled as Olivia launched herself at him. He raised his arm. Right into the flying path she was taking at him. Right at the center of mass. Right at her stomach. [/b]
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[i]As Olivia was impaled, her armor suit gleamed for a moment, before suddenly shooting her out from behind. The suit's back, legs, helm and arms opened up as Olivia was able to fly out due to its propelling systems, thus pushing her away from Celon and allowing her to keep her weaponry at the same time. Even with a hole through her, she still seemed willing to fight.[/i]
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[b]Celon threw one of the swords at her, sideways, spinning like a frisby.[/b]
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[i]Olivia simply ducked under it, chuckling sickly although she had begun to bleed. She began to slowly float towards Celon, while beginning to also hover towards the exit. She was preparing to to lunge towards either. Olivia sheathed her spear upon her back, staring eerily at Celon.[/i]
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[b]Celon threw the other one. Right at her chest. She couldn't dodge left, the spin was too wide. Ditto for the right. She couldn't exactly jump up to avoid it either, it would get to her too fast. She had to figure something out quickly.[/b]
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[i]Olivia then swung straight towards the incoming sword with all of the strength she had with her own plasma sword, while she also turned her body as she swung the sword in her hands, almost as if she had slid to her left. With her sudden movements, she would've had enough speed to actually dodge the incoming projectile, alongside the fact that she attempted to bash it away. [/i]
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[spoiler]Oh you -blam!-ed up! Dude...[/spoiler] [b]All that power behind the swing, it cut the Spirit Sword in half. This spared her body, but her arm couldn't have possibly moved fast enough to dodge the projectile. It sliced sideways on her arm. Celon got two more at the ready.[/b]
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[i]Olivia only growler more in fury as blood dripped from her right arm, although she simply kept her sword in her left. She was good with both of her hands, so it didn't matter too much..[/i] [i]She started moving towards the exit once more, at a much faster pace than ever.[/i]
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[b]Celon used his flight to fly right into his blade's reach, and slashed inwards at her waist with both blades.[/b]
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[i]Olivia's eyes suddenly widened as she leaped back once more, this time flying off into the air and then, suddenly stopping.[/i] [u]"Why not a fistfight?! That would be fun, wouldn't it?!"[/u]
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"No! You'll cut me with your sword! I know you will!" [b]He speeds forwards, and slices from left to right across her chest, harder than before.[/b] [spoiler]And no that is not a guaranteed hit. I know of a way for you to survive.[/spoiler]
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[url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NFrcmJQencc]LET'S DO THIS, BOY.[/url] [i]A sudden burst of darkness escaped Olivia, suddenly bashing away both Celon and the swords as it exploded around her. It did no damage, and yes, Pants allowed me to do this.[/i] [i]As the damnation of the Old Dragonslayer settled in within Olivia's body, she then simply sheathed her sword, while a thick darkness blanketed her armor suit and such. Not as additional armor, but like a buff. Something that would drastically increase strength. [/i] [i][u]"You want a fistfight? Sheath your swords. Then...we will have a fistfight. Keep them out..."[/u][/i] [i]She only chuckled sickly. This wasn't Olivia, or atleast...wasn't like her.[/i]
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[b]He throws his swords to the winds, smiling. But then, his smile fades. His fatigue caught up with him. He had no Ki left. It was all gone. He stopped flying, now just floating there. He reels back in pain from the adrenaline wearing off. His hair goes back to normal, as does his eyes. He lost his edge. In short, he knew he was screwed. But he'd try his best. He slowly floated over to Olivia, and threw a punch. It was not very strong at all.[/b]
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[i]A slight glimmer of humanity flickered in Olivia's eyes - and she actually did reel back somewhat from the punch, and to hopefully lighten up Celon's spirits - added a slight "Oof!" as she reeled. She expected him to actually hit her now, though as she stood up...she only sighed.[/i] [u]"...Hey kid...You wanna get out of here? Maybe...get a bite? Something?"[/u] [i]Olivia expected a trap. She didn't know why, but she did.[/i]
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"I... I'm tired... You win... I submit..." [b]Celon seemed very sad at the fact that he lost. Like he had let someone down. In his eyes, he did. He told his father when he was in Otherworld that he would win the Deity's Tournament, and he had failed. He felt like crying, but he was too tired.[/b] "I... I just wanna go home... Just finish it..."
