Msiren at 22:46, 3 January 2013

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 :'''[[Raiya Fujihara]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Raiya always goes into battle knowing it could be her last, but she has no plans on dying this day in truth. She has already came so far in attempting to free her homeland when there are very few who still care about such things. For her to die now would spell doom for this rebellion.<br /><br />The brutal counterattack does horrors to Raiya's unprotected side. The samurai only wears leg guards and arm guards in order to maintain her speed. Speed that is not helping her in the least bit here. Once more she staggers to her knees when the swords is withdrawn from her side. Her katana has never left her side throughout all of this and she is able to deflect this creature's strange attack with her blade. Once more, she dashes forward and slashes out at Makenshi with a mighty swing that will propel her past Makenshi through sheer momentum.<br /><br />Once there, she turns and holds her katana up with both hands despite her still bleeding from her side. "Avira knows nothing of what you ask, unholy demon." She drops back again into the combat stance of Wutai's warrior class. "Now leave her alone!" The samurai demands with a shout. There is not attack from the winded warrior as she must save her energy for whatever comes next.
-:'''[[Makenshi]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Makenshi's eyes narrow slightly as she continues to bark defiance at him. It was perhaps the truth that she spoke. The Black Wind touched many lives merely by passing them by according to the rumors. That man was certainly capable of destruction on such a scale. It was this very suggestion that Crux had spoken to him moments before and he had been considering letting them go.<br /><br /> But then the magic surges from the Mist, taking shape from the very source of his power. The irony was not lost on the albino warrior. His sword lashes out, shattering several of the icicles as they continue to assault him from all directions with the same deadly precision he had displayed until now.<br /><br /> Unfortunately, everyone has their limits. As he turns to counter the slash from Raiya, another wave of ice surges up from the ground. Makenshi's eyes widen in surprise as he leans out of the way - but not quite fast enough. One of the sheer crystalline spikes punches into his unarmored flank, tearing a ragged line across the pristine white of the skin-tight suit that adorns his body.<br /><br /> With an annoyed grunt, the man leaps away and looks down at his wound, clear displeasure on his face for the first time. For such pathetic warriors to wound him so - his pride was on the line now.<br /><br /> Glaring up at both of them with those cold green eyes, Makenshi draws forth one of the empty bottles, holding it between his thumb and middle fingers. The bottle is slowly raised up to eye level as he speaks words of magical power, calling upon the summoning magics that are the birthright of all Misterians.<br /><br /> "Embraced by the magical tune played by the Mist..."<br /><br /> The bottle is tossed into the air, spinning as it shoots up directly above his head. The magical sword is gripped, a single vertical slash following the transluscent and seemingly empty container, cutting it neatly in half.<br /><br /> "Now sleep!"<br /><br /> The two halves of the bottle begin to shine as the Mist within reacts to the linear motion, drawing upon a natural force of the universe to unleash its power. The sparkle becomes a blinding blue ball of illumination through the mist, drifting upwards as it expands to incredible proportions.<br /><br /> <span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Silver Etude!</span><br /><br /> The energy explodes brilliantly, taking the shape of a monstrously huge segemented dragon. The entire front of the beast's face appears to be made of a giant sword and its entire body glistenes with shimmering white scales.<br /><br /> Hovering in the air for a moment, the Blade Dragon turns upon the two women and roars, their only warning before it dashes at them with incredible speed. It's body becomes a gleaming streak of blue light, a spear of ultimate precision and power that lances towards them with no regards for remorse or pity.
+:'''[[Makenshi]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Makenshi's eyes narrow slightly as she continues to bark defiance at him. It was perhaps the truth that she spoke. The Black Wind touched many lives merely by passing them by according to the rumors. That man was certainly capable of destruction on such a scale. It was this very suggestion that Crux had spoken to him moments before and he had been considering letting them go.<br /><br /> But then the magic surges from the Mist, taking shape from the very source of his power. The irony was not lost on the albino warrior. His sword lashes out, shattering several of the icicles as they continue to assault him from all directions with the same deadly precision he had displayed until now.<br /><br /> Unfortunately, everyone has their limits. As he turns to counter the slash from Raiya, another wave of ice surges up from the ground. Makenshi's eyes widen in surprise as he leans out of the way - but not quite fast enough. One of the sheer crystalline spikes punches into his unarmored flank, tearing a ragged line across the pristine white of the skin-tight suit that adorns his body.<br /><br /> With an annoyed grunt, the man leaps away and looks down at his wound, clear displeasure on his face for the first time. For such pathetic warriors to wound him so - his pride was on the line now.<br /><br /> Glaring up at both of them with those cold green eyes, Makenshi draws forth one of the empty bottles, holding it between his thumb and middle fingers. The bottle is slowly raised up to eye level as he speaks words of magical power, calling upon the summoning magics that are the birthright of all Misterians.<br /><br /> "Embraced by the magical tune played by the Mist..."<br /><br /> The bottle is tossed into the air, spinning as it shoots up directly above his head. The magical sword is gripped, a single vertical slash following the transluscent and seemingly empty container, cutting it neatly in half.<br /><br /> "Now sleep!"<br /><br /> The two halves of the bottle begin to shine as the Mist within reacts to the linear motion, drawing upon a natural force of the universe to unleash its power. The sparkle becomes a blinding blue ball of illumination through the mist, drifting upwards as it expands to incredible proportions.<br /><br /> <span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">"Silver Etude!"</span><br /><br /> The energy explodes brilliantly, taking the shape of a monstrously huge segemented dragon. The entire front of the beast's face appears to be made of a giant sword and its entire body glistenes with shimmering white scales.<br /><br /> Hovering in the air for a moment, the Blade Dragon turns upon the two women and roars, their only warning before it dashes at them with incredible speed. It's body becomes a gleaming streak of blue light, a spear of ultimate precision and power that lances towards them with no regards for remorse or pity.
 :'''[[Avira]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Sadly at this point it had stopped being defiance. Avira's defiance can be reflected in her continued drive to fight. Her words were the truth. <br /><br />Persistance pays off. Through Avira's concentration and Raiya's swordsmanship, she manages to draw blood from their arrogant aggressor. For the first time, she sees something other than disinterest reflected upon his face though that particular expression makes her triumph short-lived. Avira's magic ceases and as he ilfts the bottle, Avira takes a step backwards. This man and that other man fighting allegedly destroyed a world. 'Now sleep!' makes her think a sleep spell is coming, which frankly scares her a lot more than being attacked with a sword. Capture was not an idea she wanted to entertain lately. "Raiya! I think we should retrea-" <br /><br />The massive blade dragon appears above them and Avira's eyes widen. There's no way to dodge THAT. Instead, Avira swallows, plants her clawed feet firmly on the ground, and braces herself as the creature descends as a lance of blue light. <br /> <br />It strikes through her and by virtue of her willpower, she not only remains alive, but manages to remain standing. Mutation or not...Avira /had/ come a long way since that fight in the forest. <br /> <br />Immediately afterwards, she runs for Raiya, reaching for her hand, "We need to get out of here. I know who that man is now. Fighting him is a terrible idea. /We need to leave/."

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Msiren at 22:46, 3 January 2013

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