Millions of years, where it all began

Yi TaeKyung · 02-28-2012, 08:36 AM

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So sorry for the wait! I got sick with the stomach bug on Thursday and have been super-extra behind ever since >n<;; I’m just trying to get replies in—excuse the quality.

This video is a crappy video, but it shows a double kick: Click
WC: 310

Her opponent did not accept her fake. This disappointed the Salsolan slave greatly. She did not get to feel the satisfaction of her bones and muscle and flesh creating powerful impact upon the other’s body. As she landed, she snarled, immediately ready to attack again. This male had some skill in fighting, her mind realized, a single thought amidst the frenzy of her mind. She would have to mix up her game. This was much more satisfying than her self-training, and she would enjoy it while it lasted.

The male had moved himself closer to her. She did not think that that was necessarily a smart move, as he was within her range (although she, too, was within his). But she was wary and did not immediately jump in. She did not play the chasing game. The white orbs locked on the other’s cerulean gaze, unfaltering, almost crazed. That shattered mind indulged in this behavioral exchange, in this fight. Black lips twitched as if to sneer, but was left incomplete. Those black, strong, hungering jaws opened as she snarled, taunting him, and snapped her teeth shut. She let out a concentration of her spirit—a yell, a shout. It came from the pit of her stomach and exploded forth from the world. She faked him again, as if waiting.

Then she moved to his closed side, moving in and out, throwing a double kick to his torso. The kicks thrown were fast, but for the Korean fighter, they were also powerful. Bone hardened by impact over time would not falter against the pain of impact. If the opponent did not attack quick enough, a third kick (making her attack a triple kick) would be thrown at the level of his head, the prior two kicks having hopefully drawn his guard down to his lower body and leaving his head exposed.

Jaden Ohanzee · 02-29-2012, 03:42 PM

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Tackle attempt >.> message me with changes if necessary. Words – 500+

No sooner had his opponent recovered did Jaden recover as well. His breath came easy and his vision cleared. The energy of battle, his and that of the wolves around him, gave him a feeling of absolute clarity. He could admire the finest details and the cruelest strengths of his enemy while she taunted him. His metal was eternally present in its defense, failing to falter and as hard as the glare he held the dark woman in. The white eyes that glared back defiantly looked crazed, angry, and ready to tare the male wolf into tiny pieces. They made him weary of her attacks. He flinched at her second fake then bared his teeth and growled lowly. Her taunts had some effect on him as he circled around her, still watching for a weakness in her seemingly perfect stance, but not enough to distract him from her kicks when the finally came. He squared his gauntlets and shoulders against the oncoming impact, drawing a foot back to keep his balance and absorb it.

An instant before the strike landed, a hostile projectile smashed into Jaden’s lower back and jarred one of his cracked ribs. This sent an incredible amount of pain tearing up his spine. The armored man arched back, letting the unforeseen pain push its own path and contort his muscles as it saw fit. His block lost its power and barely managed to guard against one of the kicks. The shock of it painfully absorbed by his elbows instead the whole of his muscular frame as intended. The second kick passed right over the gauntlets and hit his chest. It took his breath but didn’t stun the muscles like before.

Rage then broke Jaden’s previously battle-calm mind. He lost a fair bit more ground as he stumbled back a few steps from the kick and it angered him. He knew he could stand his own against this white eyed, dark furred demon if only they were on level terms. Because of her sneaking, and now some other canine’s help, he was loosing this battle. She was taunting him as well and now it angered him. A hot energy replaced nearly all his reasonable mind, one that demanded to be set free in the form of terrible violence. It felt too soon since his last killing that the wander wanted another’s blood, but the lust consumed him. In that moment he lost his concerns about the others in his group or avoiding injury to himself. The dark wolf tried a fake of his own before charging and tried to catch his target unaware. The grass ripped and tore at the power he pushed against it with. He lead with his gauntlets up and guarding against strikes to his head and throat, about the only thing his instincts told him would stop his onslaught outright. The man approached like a brick wall and put all the power he could into the few steps between them. He intended to smash into her, force her to the ground and crumble down with all his weight. He would try to restrain her limbs with a powerful, rage-fueled grip and leave the rest to their ravenous fangs. He would leave his muscled shoulders open and make them look vulnerable. He would tuck his chin to protect his throat from the other’s fangs. If he could get that far, he would tear at what ever she was unable to defend from him and savor the female’s blood.

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

Yi TaeKyung · 02-29-2012, 04:17 PM

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Sounds good—hope this works too. Also PM me if you want anything changed. Her last counter is room for him to escape with the rest of the group? (I know not everything is finished with the thread yet.... ><;; We can also continue if you want.)
WC: 506

She threw her kicks and he absorbed them. She was disadvantaged by size, but she doubted that she was disadvantaged by skill. Nevertheless, she knew that care must be taken for her self. For him, she would care very little. His wellbeing—well, that was not her concern. Her concern was to fight. While each technique was powerful, it was almost as if she were not yet fully ‘attacking,’ as if she were only testing him, milking her first belligerent encounter in a long time. There was a dark enjoyment that rushed from the pit of her stomach and through her heart, something almost giddy. In all respects, she misused the martial art in that her intent was not benign. Her intent was malignant. Those strong, hungering jaws were out for blood. For flesh. White teeth sought to tear into the muscles of her opponent. Claws sought to rip away at flesh. Her fists and her feet sought sweet, powerful impact with his body, to cause internal damage. She sought to kill.

Even as her second kick landed, a projectile from her own ranked pack wolf caught him from behind. He was easily distracted and allowed it to perturb him. Her opponent smelled of rage. Enraged fighters made mistakes. Enraged fighter missed things.

As he faked, she moved to throw a kick, but he rushed her. The distance closed fast, and her opponent brought himself too close for her kick’s range. And as he rushed her, he was successful. Seeing that it was too late to escape it, she allowed herself to fall with him, and suffered little damage. Some wind was knocked from her for his heaviness, but it did not steal her strength as she fell with technique. He covered his head first instead of attacking her, and so she attacked first. Her strong fists came around his body, hopefully to get in a few powerful hook punches to his ribs. As he struggled to grasp her limbs, she brought her jaws up to snap at his face, ears, and neck. Those black, sanguine jaws clicked audibly as her teeth sought purchase in any flesh.

Allowing him to be preoccupied with the capture of her arms, she swiftly and deftly adjusted her body, shrimping and trying to adjust her legs to give herself the optimal position. Her legs sought to wrap around his legs in a way that, when she arched her back, and then pushing off with her knee, she would be able to slide out. And with her speed she would back out, never turning away from him, and taking several big steps back to place room between them again. If she could not escape, she would attempt to lock his knees in, to head butt him, and continue to seek purchase in his flesh. She was smaller than him and more flexible, she was quicker. Strength could be questionable. And he was definitely bigger than she was. In the future, however, she would need to consider how to handle grappling situations.

Jaden Ohanzee · 03-04-2012, 01:15 AM

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Shoulder area bite wound and some attempted crushing then a bail from the grapple. Draws his bow upon standing. Again, PM me for changes. Words – 500+

Things blurred in the few moments it took the male’s bulk to take his target down. Time seemed to be moving at an irregular pace. Some things raced by while others lingered for what seemed like minutes. Pain passed slowly, the punches that flew around Jaden’s gauntlets and into his already aching torso caused him to cringe and snarl but not to relent. The impact with her was sweet and fast, satisfyingly successful though it didn’t seem to cause as much damage as he had hoped it would. The woman under him fell with skill and didn’t stop fighting as he tried to subdue and cause damage to her smaller frame. He pushed down on her arms and pulled his body back and away from her snapping jaws, her black muzzle stopping so close to his crimson chest that he could feel her breath on his fur.

The invader could still taste bitter rage as he snarled and snapped back at his would-be victim. She was strong and he struggled to keep her from wrapping herself around him or escaping. When his dark hands finally found stability on her forearms, he dug his claws into the flesh and tried to force them down. Then he slammed his body into her and pressed all his weight against the woman. His attempt was to smother her as he also tried to shove his shoulder under her chin and pull his throat out of reach. Keeping her teeth from his flesh would be more productive than if she got him between her jaws but he felt his efforts were in vain and it didn’t bother him. Weather she could bite him or not, he was close enough to get to her now. He snapped his fangs closed on her, cutting down on the tight, trained muscle between her throat and her shoulder. He might have tried to tear out the black throat only inches away, but he couldn’t keep himself out of reach and go for it at the same time.

Blood coated Jaden’s tongue and fangs. Its flavor quenching his lust coupled with a sharp cry from one of his comrades suddenly broke the wanderer’s rage. His eyes darted to Terra, the attacking group’s leader, and saw the sickeningly odd angle she had twisted one of her hind legs to get at a secui female clamped onto the appendage. They were too spread out and outnumbered. If they didn’t change the way this battle was going soon, Jaden’s gut told him someone would die, or worse, be captured to suffer at the hands of Salsola.

But the man didn’t have much time to think on it. The warm, dangerous body beneath him slipped from his grasp as his teeth let up and he threw himself painfully away from the fighter. His bow string still lay across his chest into and pulled into his fur when the muscles underneath tensed, reminding him of its presence. Standing, he drew it with one arm and a sharp projectile with the other, relieved when he saw he hadn’t chosen one broken by his earlier fall. He strung the arrow and brought its tip to face the black woman, pausing then to gasp for breath and daring her to advance. There was absolutely no chance he would miss at this range and none that she could dodge. But he paused. The archer needed a moment to group his thoughts in case his target still had some fight after the arrow breached her frame.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Yi TaeKyung · 03-10-2012, 10:35 AM

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So sorry for the wait! Midterms again >n<… And let me know how it is; I think this is how we talked about…? PPed the arrow flying--PM me with any changes.

This video (*Click*) shows the reverse cresent technique. Only what he calls an “Inside-outside cresent” is what I call a Reverse Cresent (and what he calls a “Reverse Crescent” I call a Spinning Reverse Crescent.”) Then instead of putting the foot down, add a side kick at the end.
WC: 614

Before the dark female could escape, the enemy’s teeth found purchase in her flesh. The sensation of pain was dulled within her mind by the adrenalin and sanguine darkness coursing strongly through her blood. But she knew that the pain must be there. The exotic beauty of the enslaved one grew distorted as her maw grew terrible with a snarl of utter blackness. The way in which he had bit her did not allow for safe movement of her neck if she wished to minimize damage—and the fighter did wish for such a thing: she was a fighter, her weapon was her body. And the Korean woman’s body grew still for that brief moment. And yet, the enemy did not stay to truly destroy the flesh there. His attention was averted by something else—by his comrade, perhaps. It was for the benefit of the Salsolan slave. It was that 운—luck—was good for her. Her enemy’s concern with things not immediate to their battle had given her the upper hand this time. Through that terrible snarl, the Jindo-wolf’s black lips curled in a mirthless sneer.

He was close enough.

Her own jaws leapt forth like the jaws of some black snake, seeking to sink those strong, white teeth into her flesh. She caught him not upon his throat, nor his shoulder, for those places had grown far as he had lifted his body to observe his comrade. Those teeth found him on his chest, below his collar bone. Her teeth sought to tear into the pectoral muscles, to tear into the anterior axilla. Perhaps there would be some nerve damage. In the least, his muscles’ actions would be compromised, and bleeding profuse. She would be able to taste his blood and savor in it. The sensation that the enemy’s blood brought to her caused her body to shudder, as if in delight. The black head shook violently twice before she pushed her body away for her own escape, throwing away the disadvantage of being supine upon the earth. Once again, she would regain her ground.

Her escape, however, gave him enough time to draw his bow. He pointed it at her, and the black fae paused. Her facial features, still distorted in that terrible, smiling snarl, seemed unphased. Blood throbbed from the wound upon her neck—thankfully superficial. It grew swollen, and when the fight was done, it would become tight and painful. But for now, it was nothing but a damp, hot reminder of a wound within the back of her mind. The shattered mind seemed to calculate her situation. It seemed there was no escape. There was nothing left to do but attack.

The arrow was released and shot through the thin air. With amazing speed she twisted her body to the side in an attempt to avoid it. The attempt was only partially successful, as it graced the skin beneath the jugular notch of her sternum. It burned her like the sting of an angry wasp. She snarled, growling as the arrow flew by. But the arrow was dangerously close to Salvia—the white orbs made the calculation in her periphery. As Salvia’s personal slave, the Korean fighter could not allow such a thing. A frown crossed her dark lips as she straightened her body once more. The obsidian female threw a reverse crescent kick block aimed at the bow with power enough to shatter the weapon in two. As the kick passed through, without placing the foot upon the ground, she would aim a front leg side kick to his solar plexus before throwing her body back into a hand spring and dashing toward her master’s side.

Tlantli Kimaris · 03-13-2012, 04:15 AM

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I have no idea what's going on anymore, and I suppose Sky is not replying; I PMed her about this thread and I haven't gotten a response, so, on with the thread. \: If possible, let's wrap this the hell up. Sorry it was made to be such a clusterfuck D:

Tlantli

The din of battle was all around her -- the flaxen-haired coyote would have thought they were fighting hundreds, with hundreds of Salsolians on their side, as well. The pale woman's charge missed her opponent, and she disappeared into the fray, finding herself in the midst of the fighting canines. A brownish shape flashed before her, and she identified it as Salvia only after a moment, darting after the woman. Tlantli's red eyes watched as the blonde woman rushed for her smaller opponent, and the yellow coyote followed suit soon after, her lithe form still bleeding and reddened from various spots. Her razor-sharp teeth showed clear against the dark of her lips.

Miqui

The brown coyote stooped for another handful of rocks, picking over them without choosiness on his part. When he rose, however, he found the small tan coyote charging forward, straight toward him. The man dropped his handful of rocks and squared his shoulders, planting his feet far apart and hunkering down. Growling ferociously, the dusky man planted one of his hands in the dirt before him. Miqui looked more a linebacker than a coyote, though even for a coy-wolf, he was small. Even so, he was ready to catch her and pitch her back and away from the horses, if need be -- he would not abandon his post of protecting the barn.

Terra · 03-13-2012, 11:32 AM

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OOC is fine. sky told me to assume Gunnar helped with the distraction before getting out of there, so just gonna write him helping to prepare flight

The coyote she'd targeted braced down to catch her. If Terra managed this move right though, the one he'd catch wouldn't be Terra, but the thundering monster trailing behind her. Unfortunately the quick mind of the female allowed her to cut off, charging Terra from the side. Bracing herself Terra pushed up, jumping into the air. She ended up rolling over the large hybrid's back, landing painfully on the other side. At least the rocks had stopped being thrown.

Standing back up Terra looked over to the dog that had followed them. A sharp bark ordered him to retreat. He growled low before obeying, heading for the borders. Terra's eyes moved to watch the final dance between the two black wolves. Both were amazing fighters, and at any other time Terra would love to just stick around and watch. They had to go now though. With three different enemies after her Terra was subdued in panic. She couldn't rest her injured leg, forced to put her full weight on it to keep moving. Terra snapped at the black female's tail as she passed, hoping to cause a distraction long enough to allow Jaden to follow. She couldn't pause though, simply looking at her other follower before darting into the bushes, working into paths that the larger ones wouldn't be able to follow her through. The land was unknown, but Terra still had eyes for hidden paths, allowing her to slip along. Out of the clearing Terra paused to see the progress, hoping her distraction had gained enough for the others.

Salvia Eternity · 03-13-2012, 12:41 PM

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One more reply from the invaders to have them flee and we should be good.

The battle wore on and Salvia found herself eager to end it. Miqui was prepared to grapple the coyote, who she rushed at yet. Somehow, the little thing managed to clear her body, though Salvia rewarded her skill with a savage snap, aimed at the exposed length of leg given when such a daring move was formed. She barely had time to see if it had landed when the coyote and darker dog bolted. Recognizing their intent to flee, she sounded a braying snarl. It was now time to end this silly game.

She chased after the coyote, her size slowing her on smaller paths but not stopping her. Salvia knew the land well, and she worked her way through and after the bitch with little pause. Silently, she lunged forward and snapped again at the slowed shape, hoping to land one final blow before chasing the coyote and the noisy dog behind her to the river.

Jaden Ohanzee · 03-14-2012, 12:17 AM

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Jaden’s aim was true even in his currently injured state. Flexing his shoulders to pull power into his bow string, he noticed for the first time where the black fighter had ripped at his flesh. He could feel the hot blood trailing down his chest and wetting the fur on his ribs. He let the strung arrow fly with a wince. The shaft would have flown strait for his intended secui target had the woman before him evaded it entirely. He put his own hope, however detrimental it seemed, into his opponent and she had so nearly let the arrow fly free. But it grazed her. The slight course correction was more than enough to let the arrow fall away from it’s target harmlessly.

The attack had been intended to be a martyred attempt to save his leader. Had the now crazed-looking white eyed wolf dodged his arrow as intended, Jaden would have been left with no time to defend himself from another attack. Even after he missed he was still left with no time to dodge. A powerful kick struck the bow in his possession, destroying it with a loud shattering of wood that spattered the archer and the woman with sharp splinters. The shock of impact on his hands was painful and his reaction was to pull them back, leaving him open for the follow up kick. It hit hard and knocked the man flat on his tail. He followed the fall back into a roll and stayed low when his paws found ground again. The earthy colors of the forest and the powerful sounds of battle seemed to be crushing down and his entire body felt like it had been trampled by a horse. He was loosing this fight and he knew it. He had to find a way out before one of the dark wolf’s kicks landed hard enough to break him.

Jaden had already curled into a defensive crouch by the time he realized his opponent was running away. The shock of such it froze him in place, completely dumbfounded with black and gold gauntlets at the ready. She was obviously a better fighter and he was most vulnerable now…

His ponderings were cut short when he noticed Terra snap at the dark optime. With her injuries it seemed like a stupid move. But her eyes found his and he realized her intent. She wanted him to escape. They were retreating.

The bloodied man stood and took two steps before stumbling to his knees. The pain in him was worse than he had expected and as he looked down he realized why. Two three-inch long splinters of his smashed bow protruded out of his body, one from his thigh and one from his left bicep. He yanked one after another free from his frame with a few successive curses and pushed up again, charging away from the hostile group as fast as he could. He glanced at his comrades as they disappeared into the land and wanted to follow but the distance between them was quickly filled with pursuing Salsolans. Instead, he cut to the far right and decided he would just take a slightly longer way around to the boarder. Adrenalin assured that he was still quick on his paws despite his injuries and he knew Terra’s distraction would help him dissolve into the forest’s shadows and hopefully without attracting any more attention.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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