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Postby Ranoria » Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:18 pm

Azazel

The demon cast a glance over towards his knife. It had ended up bouncing off of a tree and falling to the ground, taking a solid chunk of a tree's bark with it, but it hadn't been nearly sharp enough to pierce the wood. But this turn of events wasn't what he had been expecting, as he'd been hoping that Kimiko was less of a fighter than Hamiri, and it was clear, now, that he'd been mistaken. He now had to take on two opponents without using the full extent of his powers. If he did...people could die.

It wasn't so much that he doubted their ability to defend themselves as it was the fact that he was stripped of so many more lethal options for fighting them. Kimiko's words, however, made him chuckle. "You know nothing of my powers, goddess. Nothing." the demon crouched down, ready to take to the sky, but then Hamiri went to work, and the effect was instant. It wasn't severe, yet, but he definitely could feel his body's normally boundless energy being lessened. And with that, he knew he would have to start using a bit more of his powers.

"I'm surprised, Hamiri," he shifted the grip on his sword, a smile once again plastered on his face, "I honestly thought a bit more of you than to try such underhanded tactics, but you aren't the only one who can play that game." In a flash of movement, Azazel pulled back his sword and flung it towards Hamiri, knowing that she would be much more capable of defending herself from what he was planning to do next. With the speed and accuracy he could throw the blade with, it would likely hit, but, like his knife, it was dull to the point that it was more likely to take the wind out of her and form a nasty bruise than to break the skin. That, though, wasn't exactly his trump card, as both of his hands, hanging at his sides, opened.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I can go for a good while like this. Now," Azazel looked at Hamiri, clearly still enjoying their bout, "why don't you both come down here and get this fight started? Playing cat and mouse isn't really my cup of tea." It was a bluff, but not much of one. He wasn't sure how long he could last under this spell, but at the moment, it wasn't hindering him much, and he stayed alert for Kimiko fading from his sight once again. As far as he knew, she could appear behind him, and if she disappeared his only course of action would be to take flight, something that he assumed she wasn't capable of.

If either of his opponents really paid attention to his hands, they would see thin, red, almost imperceptible outlines of something forming, but with the amount of distance between them, he was confident they wouldn't notice until either they got closer or he had almost finished his weapons.
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Postby Luminesa » Sat Jan 12, 2019 9:35 pm

Hamiri had watched Azazel closely, knowing that even with her Magic dome, he probably had some tricks up his sleeve. She squinted her eyes, and was proven correct when a sword flew through the dome and headed toward her face. She whipped her sword in front of her, and blocked the incoming weapon. The sharp blades clanged against each other, with the recoil reverberating through Hamiri’s arm. As her enemy’s sword fell down below, she smirked and internally sighed with relief.

She knew the battle was far from over, however. Azazel wanted her to come down to greet him, and if she did not come to him, he would come to her and to Kimiko. Thus she held her ground, and she waited for his next attack. She could not tell what he was planning, so she strengthened her Night-Magic dome around him, in order to intensify the attacks of her Magic.

In the meantime, she looked to Kimiko. “Hey,” she whispered, “do you wanna maybe...turn invisible again and try to sneak around him? You know, just in case he breaks free?...That way we can get him and maybe steal an envelope from him while he’s not looking...”
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Postby Ranoria » Sat Jan 12, 2019 10:16 pm

Azazel

Damn.

Whatever it was she was doing, turning the night to day, it was certainly growing stronger, and he knew they didn't intend on taking his bait. The longer he sat here, the more it would have time to do its work, and the more time she would have to strengthen it and accelerate the process.

Not that it mattered now, Azazel standing upright as the outlines that had been forming in his grip took form as a pair of grenade launchers with six barrels each, not that ammunition itself was an object in his hands. The tree was tall, but with this particular weapon in his grip, that wouldn't be an issue. However, those barrels weren't loaded with explosives, but tear gas.

Inhaling it would without exception cause difficulty breathing, severe skin irritation,and profuse coughing among other things, and it was a wonderful alternative to actually killing anyone.

"You're good, both of you. I can say that I'm thoroughly impressed, honestly."

As red outlines began to form once again, this time around Azazel's head, he took flight, firing the rounds one after the other in a scattered pattern around Kimiko. The tear gas was heavier than air, yes, but with the canisters exploding in midair all around her, its effect would have taken place before it sank to the forest floor. And, fortunately for him, she wasn't far from Hamiri, who with any luck would get a whiff of the substance as well.

By the time he reached the peak of his ascent, he'd fired off just over two dozen canisters, and a cloud of gas hung over the tree, while he himself had managed to form a facemask over his head that would clear out the effects of any residue gas, dropping the launchers to the ground below and, in just under a second, molding a chain in his grip, one that he intended to lash out towards Hamiri to wrap up her arms and wings in the heavy metal.

Azazel attempted did just that, the long, heavy stainless steel whipping through the air, but even he had to grimace when he realized that it was travelling slower than it normally would have. His unnatural fatigue was starting to kick in, and it was only a matter of time before he would be rendered helpless.
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Postby Luminesa » Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:31 am

Ranoria wrote:Azazel

Damn.

Whatever it was she was doing, turning the night to day, it was certainly growing stronger, and he knew they didn't intend on taking his bait. The longer he sat here, the more it would have time to do its work, and the more time she would have to strengthen it and accelerate the process.

Not that it mattered now, Azazel standing upright as the outlines that had been forming in his grip took form as a pair of grenade launchers with six barrels each, not that ammunition itself was an object in his hands. The tree was tall, but with this particular weapon in his grip, that wouldn't be an issue. However, those barrels weren't loaded with explosives, but tear gas.

Inhaling it would without exception cause difficulty breathing, severe skin irritation,and profuse coughing among other things, and it was a wonderful alternative to actually killing anyone.

"You're good, both of you. I can say that I'm thoroughly impressed, honestly."

As red outlines began to form once again, this time around Azazel's head, he took flight, firing the rounds one after the other in a scattered pattern around Kimiko. The tear gas was heavier than air, yes, but with the canisters exploding in midair all around her, its effect would have taken place before it sank to the forest floor. And, fortunately for him, she wasn't far from Hamiri, who with any luck would get a whiff of the substance as well.

By the time he reached the peak of his ascent, he'd fired off just over two dozen canisters, and a cloud of gas hung over the tree, while he himself had managed to form a facemask over his head that would clear out the effects of any residue gas, dropping the launchers to the ground below and, in just under a second, molding a chain in his grip, one that he intended to lash out towards Hamiri to wrap up her arms and wings in the heavy metal.

Azazel attempted did just that, the long, heavy stainless steel whipping through the air, but even he had to grimace when he realized that it was travelling slower than it normally would have. His unnatural fatigue was starting to kick in, and it was only a matter of time before he would be rendered helpless.

"...Is...that..." Hamiri could not quite tell what kind of weapon Azazel was making, but she felt something was off about the way he was holding his...weapon? They looked like grenades of a sort, and she knew that if she was in the blast radius she would suffer severe injuries. Gritting her teeth, she flew far out of the way of the attack, several trees away. She of course grabbed Kimiko on the way, taking her by the arm and zooming out of harm's way. When she saw what the weapons were, canisters of tear-gas, she gasped. "...Tear-gas?! Is that even legal?!" Thinking quickly, she created a dome of Night Magic around herself and Kimiko, in order to protect both girls from the effects.

Michael watched from not too far away, and noticed the canisters of tear-gas. One was enough, but Azazel threatened to fill the forest with tear-gas. He had flown to the top of the tree while letting the cans explode around him, and the gas was spreading all through the forest. The wind would carry it elsewhere, as well, causing it to potentially hurt other students and even wildlife. Calmly, he walked toward the field of battle, and he unfurled his wings. Huge, white, and feathery, he thrust them forward a single time. The tear-gas began to clear almost instantly, and he looked up toward the tree.

"Azazel! Come down immediately," he called, as he spotted the student wearing a facemask.
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Postby Ranoria » Sun Jan 13, 2019 2:02 pm

Azazel

With a sigh, he pulled off his gas mask, looking down at Michael. He was obviously upset, and Azazel could understand why. He must have thought that he’d intended to let the gas sink down to the forest floor and spread throughout. But he was mistaken. Or perhaps it was simply the employment of the tear gas in and of itself, but the way he saw it, he was being kind. Mustard gas was always an option.

Even then, however, it was frustrating that he was being held under a microscope to the point that Michael had deemed it necessary to watch him in particular. With Lucifer on the other side of the island, he’d focused on him, with his dulled blades and withholding of so many abilities that could have turned the battle around, but only at the cost of serious injuries for his opponents.

“Brother,” he began, pulling his chain back with a snap and holding it in hand, “You really should have a little more faith in me. Look.” He turned in the air, pointing down towards the launchers he’d created, which were already dissipating in less than a minute. “I have yet to gain full control over my powers, after the Fall, they became much less potent. If I don’t put a little bit of extra effort into them, they disappear, unless it’s something self sustaining, like fire. The gas would have been gone by now if you had allowed us to continue.”

He turned back to Michael, obviously irked, “I understand your misgivings, but I am not here with malevolent intentions. Your own prejudice towards me will not change that. I may be disillusioned with the Father and your ideals, but I am not your enemy.”
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Postby Luminesa » Sun Jan 13, 2019 5:13 pm

Ranoria wrote:Azazel

With a sigh, he pulled off his gas mask, looking down at Michael. He was obviously upset, and Azazel could understand why. He must have thought that he’d intended to let the gas sink down to the forest floor and spread throughout. But he was mistaken. Or perhaps it was simply the employment of the tear gas in and of itself, but the way he saw it, he was being kind. Mustard gas was always an option.

Even then, however, it was frustrating that he was being held under a microscope to the point that Michael had deemed it necessary to watch him in particular. With Lucifer on the other side of the island, he’d focused on him, with his dulled blades and withholding of so many abilities that could have turned the battle around, but only at the cost of serious injuries for his opponents.

“Brother,” he began, pulling his chain back with a snap and holding it in hand, “You really should have a little more faith in me. Look.” He turned in the air, pointing down towards the launchers he’d created, which were already dissipating in less than a minute. “I have yet to gain full control over my powers, after the Fall, they became much less potent. If I don’t put a little bit of extra effort into them, they disappear, unless it’s something self sustaining, like fire. The gas would have been gone by now if you had allowed us to continue.”

He turned back to Michael, obviously irked, “I understand your misgivings, but I am not here with malevolent intentions. Your own prejudice towards me will not change that. I may be disillusioned with the Father and your ideals, but I am not your enemy.”

Michael stood in front of Azazel, and raised an eyebrow. The student had taken the offense personally, when Michael was more concerned that he was going to make the exercise too dangerous to complete. Even gods were not entirely immune to tear gas. He sighed, and folded his wings back as he spoke. "This has nothing to do with whatever personal feud we have. Yes, you're a demon, but that's not my concern. What is my concern is that you just fired two-dozen cans of tear gas into a forest full of people and wildlife. You are allowed to fight, you are not allowed to cause severe damage to your opponent. We told you this very specifically before all of this started. If you cannot fight fairly by using your own powers, then your grade for this exercise will be counted as a zero. Understood?"

Hamiri watched from her perch in a tree, and waited to see if Kimiko would try to take a position behind Azazel. She was grateful that Michael had come to sweep away the tear-gas, which could have made the challenge impossible for everyone involved. She only hoped that whatever else Azazel had in store would not be even worse.

Patriah

The sandstorm had failed. It had scattered sand all over the beach, but Nyarlathotep had taken to growing even larger and did not skip a beat. Even worse, she was angry, and he took a step back as he thought of another plan. He dropped low again, and slashed his sword once again. This time, a sharp slash of wind flew in her direction and cut the tendril that was supposed to be her head from the right temple to the left cheek. If the attack worked, it would leave more than just a little mark.
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Postby 5pb » Sun Jan 13, 2019 5:43 pm

Luminesa wrote:
Ranoria wrote:Azazel

With a sigh, he pulled off his gas mask, looking down at Michael. He was obviously upset, and Azazel could understand why. He must have thought that he’d intended to let the gas sink down to the forest floor and spread throughout. But he was mistaken. Or perhaps it was simply the employment of the tear gas in and of itself, but the way he saw it, he was being kind. Mustard gas was always an option.

Even then, however, it was frustrating that he was being held under a microscope to the point that Michael had deemed it necessary to watch him in particular. With Lucifer on the other side of the island, he’d focused on him, with his dulled blades and withholding of so many abilities that could have turned the battle around, but only at the cost of serious injuries for his opponents.

“Brother,” he began, pulling his chain back with a snap and holding it in hand, “You really should have a little more faith in me. Look.” He turned in the air, pointing down towards the launchers he’d created, which were already dissipating in less than a minute. “I have yet to gain full control over my powers, after the Fall, they became much less potent. If I don’t put a little bit of extra effort into them, they disappear, unless it’s something self sustaining, like fire. The gas would have been gone by now if you had allowed us to continue.”

He turned back to Michael, obviously irked, “I understand your misgivings, but I am not here with malevolent intentions. Your own prejudice towards me will not change that. I may be disillusioned with the Father and your ideals, but I am not your enemy.”

Michael stood in front of Azazel, and raised an eyebrow. The student had taken the offense personally, when Michael was more concerned that he was going to make the exercise too dangerous to complete. Even gods were not entirely immune to tear gas. He sighed, and folded his wings back as he spoke. "This has nothing to do with whatever personal feud we have. Yes, you're a demon, but that's not my concern. What is my concern is that you just fired two-dozen cans of tear gas into a forest full of people and wildlife. You are allowed to fight, you are not allowed to cause severe damage to your opponent. We told you this very specifically before all of this started. If you cannot fight fairly by using your own powers, then your grade for this exercise will be counted as a zero. Understood?"

Hamiri watched from her perch in a tree, and waited to see if Kimiko would try to take a position behind Azazel. She was grateful that Michael had come to sweep away the tear-gas, which could have made the challenge impossible for everyone involved. She only hoped that whatever else Azazel had in store would not be even worse.

Patriah

The sandstorm had failed. It had scattered sand all over the beach, but Nyarlathotep had taken to growing even larger and did not skip a beat. Even worse, she was angry, and he took a step back as he thought of another plan. He dropped low again, and slashed his sword once again. This time, a sharp slash of wind flew in her direction and cut the tendril that was supposed to be her head from the right temple to the left cheek. If the attack worked, it would leave more than just a little mark.


Kimiko

Kimiko used the distraction of Michael to completely fade from sight once again. Though she really wanted to strike Azazel while he was distracted she knew that it would be disrespectful to both Azazel and Michael, so she withheld and decided that she would wait for the conversation to end. While in her hidden state she held her sword down by her side, ready to unleash a heavy blow when the moment stuck.

Nyarlathotep

The attack hit Nyaru as intended by Patriah, it created a rather deep gash where some blood leaked out. "I see," she slowly raised both hands up so they were leven with her chest. Her hand position quickly shifted and several lightning bolts travel from her fingertips to the ground. The ground began to shake and sand began to shift, "I gave you two warnings. You ignored them." The shaking grew more prominent and several extremely large tentacles broke through the sand. They began to lash at Razorclaw and Patriah almost immediately after emerging.
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Postby Ranoria » Sun Jan 13, 2019 8:47 pm

Azazel

He raised an eyebrow at Michael's comments, still flying about five feet away from the tree Michael was perched on, his four wings beating to keep in that position. He considered pointing out that Michael had only mentioned that they shouldn't be knocking anyone unconscious, but that was a petty and worthless point by now. Instead, he decided to try and explain his position, again.

"As I said, the gas would have disappeared by now, with or without your intervention, it barely would have made it to the ground before it was gone. I ensured that myself. Even the launchers have faded away. And besides, the damage from the gas isn't permanent. Superficial, if anything. It wouldn't have had time to spread across a large distance, and neither of them would have suffered permanent damage." His eyes shifted for a moment, gauging Hamiri and Kimiko's positions, knowing that this duel wasn't finished, but soon returned his gaze to Michael.

"Now, if you're worried about minor injuries and the like, then you shouldn't have allowed us to fight in the first place. Bumps and bruises are to be expected, and respiratory problems that don't extend past a half hour, ones that those of your ilk can likely heal with a have of the hand? I don't think that's exactly what I would call a serious injury."

It was plain to Azazel, at least, that Michael had a serious bias, whether or not he would admit it. He'd done nothing, really, that was worth the archangel's intervention, and the fact that he was being monitored so closely was frustrating, even if he'd expected it.

But this bout would be over quickly now, once it resumed. He already had an idea of how he could restrain Hamiri, especially with his stamina restored, as the battle had taken an impasse. It certainly wouldn't be painless, but it would avoid any major damage. "Look, I understand what you're saying, I do, and if you haven't noticed by the dulled blades, and avoiding impaling Kimiko earlier, I'm not trying to cripple anyone. But this is hardly a matter worth interfering for. You know what I could have done if I wasn't restraining myself."

He said those words with a bit of a drop in his tone, low enough that it would have been a strain for either of his opponents to hear, and while he hadn't seen Michael in ages, he hadn't been given the title of the Strength of God for nothing, and Michael knew that as well as anyone. Gripping his chain, he nodded to the archangel, "Look, just as I have been, I'll try to avoid hurting them, but this is battle. You knew that going in. You'd have given us foam swords if that wasn't the case. Now, I'd appreciate it if you let us finish our bout. It shouldn't take long."

With a stronger beat of his four wings, Azazel flew a decent distance above the treetops, which was out of Kimiko's range as far as he was aware, his gaze locked on Hamiri, chain heavy in his grip. He'd gone on the offensive enough, and he was still waiting for Michael's word to continue their duel.
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Postby Pax Nerdvana » Tue Jan 15, 2019 11:13 am

5pb wrote:
Luminesa wrote:Michael stood in front of Azazel, and raised an eyebrow. The student had taken the offense personally, when Michael was more concerned that he was going to make the exercise too dangerous to complete. Even gods were not entirely immune to tear gas. He sighed, and folded his wings back as he spoke. "This has nothing to do with whatever personal feud we have. Yes, you're a demon, but that's not my concern. What is my concern is that you just fired two-dozen cans of tear gas into a forest full of people and wildlife. You are allowed to fight, you are not allowed to cause severe damage to your opponent. We told you this very specifically before all of this started. If you cannot fight fairly by using your own powers, then your grade for this exercise will be counted as a zero. Understood?"

Hamiri watched from her perch in a tree, and waited to see if Kimiko would try to take a position behind Azazel. She was grateful that Michael had come to sweep away the tear-gas, which could have made the challenge impossible for everyone involved. She only hoped that whatever else Azazel had in store would not be even worse.

Patriah

The sandstorm had failed. It had scattered sand all over the beach, but Nyarlathotep had taken to growing even larger and did not skip a beat. Even worse, she was angry, and he took a step back as he thought of another plan. He dropped low again, and slashed his sword once again. This time, a sharp slash of wind flew in her direction and cut the tendril that was supposed to be her head from the right temple to the left cheek. If the attack worked, it would leave more than just a little mark.


Kimiko

Kimiko used the distraction of Michael to completely fade from sight once again. Though she really wanted to strike Azazel while he was distracted she knew that it would be disrespectful to both Azazel and Michael, so she withheld and decided that she would wait for the conversation to end. While in her hidden state she held her sword down by her side, ready to unleash a heavy blow when the moment stuck.

Nyarlathotep

The attack hit Nyaru as intended by Patriah, it created a rather deep gash where some blood leaked out. "I see," she slowly raised both hands up so they were leven with her chest. Her hand position quickly shifted and several lightning bolts travel from her fingertips to the ground. The ground began to shake and sand began to shift, "I gave you two warnings. You ignored them." The shaking grew more prominent and several extremely large tentacles broke through the sand. They began to lash at Razorclaw and Patriah almost immediately after emerging.

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Razorclaw slashed at the tentacles with his claws, as they tried to wrap around his arms. He knocked one of them with his right hand. He hoped he could keep it at bay long enough to get a shot off with his crossbow. He suceeded in drawing his crossbow, and fired a bolt one handed. To him, it looked like the bolt hit a tentacle, but he couldn't tell for sure because of the sand in the air from Patriah's sandstorm thing.
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Postby Luminesa » Thu Jan 17, 2019 8:38 pm

Ranoria wrote:Azazel

He raised an eyebrow at Michael's comments, still flying about five feet away from the tree Michael was perched on, his four wings beating to keep in that position. He considered pointing out that Michael had only mentioned that they shouldn't be knocking anyone unconscious, but that was a petty and worthless point by now. Instead, he decided to try and explain his position, again.

"As I said, the gas would have disappeared by now, with or without your intervention, it barely would have made it to the ground before it was gone. I ensured that myself. Even the launchers have faded away. And besides, the damage from the gas isn't permanent. Superficial, if anything. It wouldn't have had time to spread across a large distance, and neither of them would have suffered permanent damage." His eyes shifted for a moment, gauging Hamiri and Kimiko's positions, knowing that this duel wasn't finished, but soon returned his gaze to Michael.

"Now, if you're worried about minor injuries and the like, then you shouldn't have allowed us to fight in the first place. Bumps and bruises are to be expected, and respiratory problems that don't extend past a half hour, ones that those of your ilk can likely heal with a have of the hand? I don't think that's exactly what I would call a serious injury."

It was plain to Azazel, at least, that Michael had a serious bias, whether or not he would admit it. He'd done nothing, really, that was worth the archangel's intervention, and the fact that he was being monitored so closely was frustrating, even if he'd expected it.

But this bout would be over quickly now, once it resumed. He already had an idea of how he could restrain Hamiri, especially with his stamina restored, as the battle had taken an impasse. It certainly wouldn't be painless, but it would avoid any major damage. "Look, I understand what you're saying, I do, and if you haven't noticed by the dulled blades, and avoiding impaling Kimiko earlier, I'm not trying to cripple anyone. But this is hardly a matter worth interfering for. You know what I could have done if I wasn't restraining myself."

He said those words with a bit of a drop in his tone, low enough that it would have been a strain for either of his opponents to hear, and while he hadn't seen Michael in ages, he hadn't been given the title of the Strength of God for nothing, and Michael knew that as well as anyone. Gripping his chain, he nodded to the archangel, "Look, just as I have been, I'll try to avoid hurting them, but this is battle. You knew that going in. You'd have given us foam swords if that wasn't the case. Now, I'd appreciate it if you let us finish our bout. It shouldn't take long."

With a stronger beat of his four wings, Azazel flew a decent distance above the treetops, which was out of Kimiko's range as far as he was aware, his gaze locked on Hamiri, chain heavy in his grip. He'd gone on the offensive enough, and he was still waiting for Michael's word to continue their duel.

Michael remained stoic and cool as he endured Azazel's excuses about the attack and its lack of potency. He was already annoyed that Azazel had used far too much tear gas, now he was even more irked that the demon was trying to say he hardly meant any harm by using it. "You used enough tear-gas to halt a rather large riot on two people. I don't want to hear excuses on why or how. You're not a child who is still learning what is acceptable, you know very well what we consider acceptable. Not only is this a test of combat-abilities, but also of your skill, your finesse, your cleverness. If you can't demonstrate that you can fight an opponent without causing them severe injuries, even in a class exercise, then I will mark your grade as a zero, and you will start the year at the bottom of the class," he threatened, unimpressed. He kept his voice calm, but one could definitely see that his body was tense.

"This is indeed battle. But battle is more than blunt force or brute strength. Bumps and bruises are fine, obviously, and I won't allow disingenuous arguments about us giving unreasonable rules, or about us not allowing you to fight. We are teachers, not prison-wardens, as you seem to be convinced we are. Now I will allow this match to continue, but Hyperion and I are both watching. If he sees something else which is worrisome, I will stop this match." With that last threat, he flew away back to the courtyard.
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Postby Ranoria » Fri Jan 18, 2019 1:22 am

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Azazel

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he was pissed, but he and Michael had never exactly agreed on just how much brutality was acceptable. Regardless, he would need to tie himself down ever more. It was an issue. He may have been able to wield any weapon he could conceive to its most lethal capacity, but it was just that. He was wired to maim and to destroy. This...this was different, as he watched Hamiri for a moment, silent. He could throw the chain. If she dodged, he could make another one, and do it again. If she blocked it, or tried to catch it, it would wrap around her quite violently, and probably end up breaking her wings.

He knew she wouldn't be that stupid, but regardless let it fall from his grip. He was walking on eggshells as is, even more so now. "Look, no offense to you, but I'm getting tired of playing cat and mouse. You've got two options right now. Go on the offensive," he extended a hand to the side, a simple wooden pole forming from nothingness in his grip, long enough to wield with two hands, and to keep out of range of a sword, "And test your skill, or I'm going to end this before you have a chance to attack. Or," he scowled, fire in his eyes, "You can turn tail and run. That's easily your best bet at this point. Hell, I can't even be sure that I could catch you. And your friend down there can flee on a whim."

He didn't reveal his plan to end their one-sided duel yet, that would have been silly, but he was confident that it would leave only Kimiko, whom hadn't done much after her admittedly impressive display after his threat. But that was just the issue with Michael's plan. Bumps and bruises didn't work if no one else understood the system. In any proper duel, Kimiko would have admitted defeat, at least in his eye. It had been no different than holding a sword to her throat.

While he waited, just in case Hamiri intended on keeping her distance again, Azazel held his hand out towards her, a grip not unlike the one he'd had over his launchers soon holding a loaded crossbow, the dart nothing more than one with a rounded, rubber head. It would hurt, but nothing even close threatening, especially since he was using a much lower draw weight, around one hundred and fifty pounds, just enough to qualify as a hunting weapon with a real bolt.

"But hey, I'm fine if you just want to accumulate bruises." Aiming for her abdomen, the demon let his shot rip, bolt hurtling towards her, but he had no illusions that it was checkmate, or anything close, not yet, already planting his foot in the bow's reloading mechanism while another arrow appeared, ready and loaded.
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Postby 5pb » Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:23 am

Ranoria wrote:
Luminesa wrote:-snip-



Azazel

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he was pissed, but he and Michael had never exactly agreed on just how much brutality was acceptable. Regardless, he would need to tie himself down ever more. It was an issue. He may have been able to wield any weapon he could conceive to its most lethal capacity, but it was just that. He was wired to maim and to destroy. This...this was different, as he watched Hamiri for a moment, silent. He could throw the chain. If she dodged, he could make another one, and do it again. If she blocked it, or tried to catch it, it would wrap around her quite violently, and probably end up breaking her wings.

He knew she wouldn't be that stupid, but regardless let it fall from his grip. He was walking on eggshells as is, even more so now. "Look, no offense to you, but I'm getting tired of playing cat and mouse. You've got two options right now. Go on the offensive," he extended a hand to the side, a simple wooden pole forming from nothingness in his grip, long enough to wield with two hands, and to keep out of range of a sword, "And test your skill, or I'm going to end this before you have a chance to attack. Or," he scowled, fire in his eyes, "You can turn tail and run. That's easily your best bet at this point. Hell, I can't even be sure that I could catch you. And your friend down there can flee on a whim."

He didn't reveal his plan to end their one-sided duel yet, that would have been silly, but he was confident that it would leave only Kimiko, whom hadn't done much after her admittedly impressive display after his threat. But that was just the issue with Michael's plan. Bumps and bruises didn't work if no one else understood the system. In any proper duel, Kimiko would have admitted defeat, at least in his eye. It had been no different than holding a sword to her throat.

While he waited, just in case Hamiri intended on keeping her distance again, Azazel held his hand out towards her, a grip not unlike the one he'd had over his launchers soon holding a loaded crossbow, the dart nothing more than one with a rounded, rubber head. It would hurt, but nothing even close threatening, especially since he was using a much lower draw weight, around one hundred and fifty pounds, just enough to qualify as a hunting weapon with a real bolt.

"But hey, I'm fine if you just want to accumulate bruises." Aiming for her abdomen, the demon let his shot rip, bolt hurtling towards her, but he had no illusions that it was checkmate, or anything close, not yet, already planting his foot in the bow's reloading mechanism while another arrow appeared, ready and loaded.


Kimiko

Still hidden from Azazel --who was now flying just barely out of her melee range-- Kimiko switched from her sword to her bow. She took aim at Azazel's wings, hoping to cripple his ability to fly and guarantee he would be within melee range for her next attack. She reached for the drawstring would be on the bow and pulled back, but instead of an arrow appearing in the bow it was instead a bolt of teal lightning. She carefully lined up her shot and fired it. The moment the shot was loosed she was visible, she began to dash around the forest and fire more shots. Most of the shots were the same as the first one but others traveled odd paths to reach their target, in total Kimiko fired off twelve bolts of lightning at Azazel. None of them were very powerful as their only purpose was to knock the target out of the sky, but if Azazel somehow got struck by all twelve shots he would be left in great pain. After she fired all of her shots she stopped dashing and stood near Hamiri, "That should put him on the ground."
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Postby Ranoria » Sat Jan 19, 2019 5:29 pm

Azazel

He couldn’t say that he hadn’t expected Kimiko to be behind him. With her being invisible, he’d been on guard, but his only warning, despite this, was the familiar thrum of a bow. He tried to move, to ascend, but he was too close to avoid it completely, or at all, really. When it hit, the pain was intense to say the least. He could feel the residue singing his backside, but more than that, even with the small diameter of the bolt, the heat was agonizing on his wing, and he knew that using it would be out of the question, but he didn't have time to lick his wounds.

In the instant it took to locate Kimiko, she was already readying another bolt, and he knew that while he could perhaps dodge it, his mobility in the air was more limited than on the ground due to physics, and with only three wings that were currently cooperating, he’d have to get down.

So by the time the arrow was on its way, he’d already managed to remove himself from its path, folding his wings and diving towards the earth, a fall that would have left most men crippled, but he may as well have walked down stairs for all the strain it caused his body. The remaining bolts were coming though, one by one. He noticed that they were bending and arcing in the air, and that made it difficult to actually block the attacks, but dodging them was a completely different matter. He was fast, and he more reacted to Kimiko’s aim and position than the projectiles themselves. He was fast, but if he waited until they were on their way, he had very little chance of not taking a hit. Even knowing that, most came close, close enough that the heat was uncomfortable, and another scored a hit, but he was finally caught when one of the bolts leapt forward, faster than he'd anticipated, leaving him to catch it on his staff, the pole arm taking the bolt, but instantly cracking under the heat and catching fire.

"That was impressive..." Azazel grimaced. He could take a hit with the best of them, but having been caught off guard with an attack like that was worse than he'd anticipated, one of the shots having glanced off of his arm, and he could feel it. He had full function of that, at least, but regardless, he wasn't used to most being able to manage landing a blow.

Then again, the demon thought, rolling his shoulder around with a smirk that still refused to abandon his features, I haven't been able to find much besides those worthless imps who enjoy tormenting rural villages.

"That was damn good, actually. I didn't expect you to have any sort of solid ranged attack. I have to ask, are your powers like mine?" He paused, letting his crossbow fall to the ground. It would last a few more minutes, but a boomerang-looking weapon formed in one of his hands, not a toy, but one designed for hunting, and killing. It was aboriginal in nature, used to break the bones of larger game when it hit, but sturdy enough to be used as a club, "You've already made us of a sword and bow. What else can you do?"

He seemed to, despite his irk towards Michael and the pain in his wings, be thoroughly enjoying himself. But he didn't give Kimiko time to answer his question, a throwing axe forming in the other, one that he whipped in the general direction of the other combatants, but in the instant it took to reach its target, it, rather than having been aimed at them, slammed into the branch they were resting on, sheering through most of it and snapping the rest with the sheer force of the throw.
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Postby Luminesa » Mon Jan 21, 2019 8:47 pm

The fight continued, and Hamiri watched Azazel as he prepared his next move. He once again called for her to fight him head-on or to surrender, but she of course refused to surrender. She glared as he taunted her, knowing that he was trying to lure her into doing something impulsive. Yet as he prepared to fire a dart at her, Kimiko reappeared behind Azazel, and managed to tear apart his wings with shots from her arrows. Just as she had expected, Kimiko had used her invisibility to take advantage of Azazel. Now he had his back turned to Hamiri, and he was also stuck on the ground. She had an opportunity to attack him, and to also get letters from him if he had any.

He has to be tired. Now's my chance... she calculated. Graceful as a panther, she leaped from the tree and landed light on her feet, on the ground a few yards away. Twirling her sword in her hand, she rushed him and made as though she was only going to hit him. Indeed, she did slash him across the back, in a swift, light motion, but she also managed to find one of his own letters. Before he could react, she managed to pull back, leaving a painful wound across his back, and she flew back up into the tree. A successful hit-and-run, and he would have to climb the tree or to steal one from Kimiko, if he wanted to get one. She shoved it in the pocket of her jacket, and she waited. ...We can't have too much time left...maybe we can get away with these three and succeed...
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