Post by Elysia on Jan 28, 2010 16:09:58 GMT -5
Whip lashed out as a tentacle extension of her arm, an extra limb that flew with precision to wrap around its prey. The metal spikes sparkled and shined during flight, the dance of light and shadows only adding to the intimidating exterior of the chain-whip. They eagerly went for the flesh as fangs of hungry canine packs on the chase after next victim. A part of the mission was done, his arm was temporarily incapacitated and that opened plenty of opportunities to his opponent. The numb and seemingly dead limb was now an extra weight, ironically becoming an obstacle instead of a lethal hand wielding his melee weapons and blades. Corner of her lips stretched into a smirk, eyes locked onto the jade with a particular toxic shine. Truth, part was over and done but this still didn’t guarantee success. This was no spar, no battle with inexperienced younglings or foolish slaves willing to die aimlessly by attacking a seasoned warrior as her. It was a life threatening situation she has not been in for years, decades… As much as she welcomed the prospect of battle, even dying in glory of defeat by hand of greater fighter she was not willing to settle or give in this time…. Not in the temple of forgotten and not to lose the freedom she gained and grew accustomed to.
Elysia was unwilling to cope with loss in this battle, one that will determine her future in the alien world and newly founded empire. Her hair was stained and strands sticking in crimson drops, tangling as she charged for another attack. In her mind a fire raged, erupted as molten lava in the lingering gaze as she went for the commander of Cerys. She has managed gaining a small advantage but she didn’t step out of their last clash as sole victor… Blood started to gush out of the wound again and she could feel the warmer liquid gather and slide down her skin, the material starting to change color, more with every movement. Droplets from the drenched cloth pierced through the side of the chain-mail and slowly with patience of an artist moving the petite brush, painted each scale. Gravity pulled over each single scale on the trail curving to her figure. Thought occurred as she tightly closed eyes for a moment to focus… she might lose consciousness if this continues. Blood loss at this rate will cost her vision, balance, senses, not to mention the challenge or possibly life. This had to be finished soon.
Damn… her whip missed its target. Omarion ceased the opportunity to jump over it. Whip had a weakness of mobility in close range and it would take valuable seconds to move it towards the wished target effectively. The other hand with the kama was there, ready to dip into flesh when long sparks exploded from the blade. His spikes rushed around it and in that instant its tips pierced her arm. For a couple of moments she stood there pushing against it while other hand swiftly gathered the whip. Tremble.. another… and another. Eyes snapped at her hand than the forest eyes with wrath so material, tangible its heat could be felt. Just as swiftly as her hand opened to drop the weapon Elysia leapt back, raising dust with a powerful trust of light bathed wings and landed a good distance away. Drugs. The gold ring of the iris burned looking down at the numbed finger, slowly slumbering arm… Arm for an arm. Back slammed into the wall as her eyes rose to look into the emerald of the angelic lord. Equal… Breathing was heavy, lungs fighting, lusting for air as blood continued to flow out of the wound. Fingers of the other hand grasped the whip tightly. End was near. Smirk graced her lips and in a battle cry she jumped to a final effort, dropping the whip and taking the triangular blade of Ka’rath with her still functioning arm, Coming close she leapt over him, using wings to gain altitude. Feet slammed onto the ground behind him as the healthy arm went for the back of his neck…
All or nothing… if he counters this, it just as well might be her death.
Elysia was unwilling to cope with loss in this battle, one that will determine her future in the alien world and newly founded empire. Her hair was stained and strands sticking in crimson drops, tangling as she charged for another attack. In her mind a fire raged, erupted as molten lava in the lingering gaze as she went for the commander of Cerys. She has managed gaining a small advantage but she didn’t step out of their last clash as sole victor… Blood started to gush out of the wound again and she could feel the warmer liquid gather and slide down her skin, the material starting to change color, more with every movement. Droplets from the drenched cloth pierced through the side of the chain-mail and slowly with patience of an artist moving the petite brush, painted each scale. Gravity pulled over each single scale on the trail curving to her figure. Thought occurred as she tightly closed eyes for a moment to focus… she might lose consciousness if this continues. Blood loss at this rate will cost her vision, balance, senses, not to mention the challenge or possibly life. This had to be finished soon.
Damn… her whip missed its target. Omarion ceased the opportunity to jump over it. Whip had a weakness of mobility in close range and it would take valuable seconds to move it towards the wished target effectively. The other hand with the kama was there, ready to dip into flesh when long sparks exploded from the blade. His spikes rushed around it and in that instant its tips pierced her arm. For a couple of moments she stood there pushing against it while other hand swiftly gathered the whip. Tremble.. another… and another. Eyes snapped at her hand than the forest eyes with wrath so material, tangible its heat could be felt. Just as swiftly as her hand opened to drop the weapon Elysia leapt back, raising dust with a powerful trust of light bathed wings and landed a good distance away. Drugs. The gold ring of the iris burned looking down at the numbed finger, slowly slumbering arm… Arm for an arm. Back slammed into the wall as her eyes rose to look into the emerald of the angelic lord. Equal… Breathing was heavy, lungs fighting, lusting for air as blood continued to flow out of the wound. Fingers of the other hand grasped the whip tightly. End was near. Smirk graced her lips and in a battle cry she jumped to a final effort, dropping the whip and taking the triangular blade of Ka’rath with her still functioning arm, Coming close she leapt over him, using wings to gain altitude. Feet slammed onto the ground behind him as the healthy arm went for the back of his neck…
All or nothing… if he counters this, it just as well might be her death.