|3LaDeVaMPHuNT
November 23rd '05, 03:10 AM
I'm going to put up em...a dozen...em...story-battles I've written...Here's one for you to sample. :/ And, I've written them all. Sorry about how it all comes out when written...IT SHOWS WHEN THINGS HAPPEN AS THINGS HAPPEN. Q.Q'' Names are there to show who is whooo...
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping down the rocky cliffs above, like a vulture; the old man leant heavily upon jaded cane, wearing robes of alabaster hue.~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ As if he was an old man, although his phsyique did not show it; the aged Warlord was getting arthritis in several bones. Grumbling slightly~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ He looked briefly around for the first of two students. "Come out, come out, boy." -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> ¿The 'boy' was in his earlier twenties, a man of decent size at a height of six foot four inches, broad shouldered with a weight of two hundred and thirteen pounds. He bowed, his armour scraping together. "Hello, Grandpa...--
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> master." On his face quirked a gentle smile for a fraction of a second but he cast it away, seriousness taking him. Strapped to his right arm was his shield, little less four foot from the tips to the bottom with the five --
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> [Is that all?]
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> placed upon it in it's grooves. He be smacked his gauntleted fist - iron of a dark midnight blue hue, the knuckles sharp jagged points. Same with the finger tips. Like talons, almost. The underside was rough, to ensure a --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> firm drip on his blade.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping forward, within the lightning confindes of pseudo-altruism, as if he felt the instant travel of speed go by within minutes, rather seconds. Bringing the long jaded cane up he struck~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~Down upon the un-armoured piece of limb, just behind the knee, above the calf muscle, cast unto the eyes themselves from afar; as if a blur, a mind numbing speed uses to travel the brief steps. He snapped quickly arching h
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~Quickly, arching his back into the jab. The old man had struck forth, bending his simple physical futures, the old man had traveled beyond speed expected for such riddled arthritis driven man~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Barking through mid step, the slightest grunt issiued forth. -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `With speed that seemed beyond the broad man he came up from the bow, bringing the shield up he let his soon-to-be struck knee drop and caught the cane, pressing forward against the man he reached with his free hand to --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> the blade and drew it, while pushing forward to knock the man away.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Ducking and weaving he dived into a tackle; snarling, as if in Lycanic form. The beast of a man named Psycho for a reason, drove punches forward, grappling with well practiced moves, such as Burmese kick-boxing, and Japan
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ And Japanese grappling. With each passing second drove forth beastly punches, as if in a frenzy; the berserker like man swung his knee up to push the sword hand away. "Nice try, buck-o'!" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `In one smooth motion, as the old man tackled him and began to assault him he let himself fall to his back, then pushed the smaller man off with the shield he was apon. Unsheathing the blade he jumped to his feet and turned --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> around, breathing deeply through the nose and out the mouth. He held the shield to his right, and the spear-like weapon in his left. He hefted it, one of the two points aimed right at the man.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - "Well now, lad, show so much bravery, what, with a weapon on a weaponless old man." He swung himself into bursts of speed, from right, to left, sweeping around, and around, always in constant motion~
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> Weaponless, old coot? What about your cane, or those damned fists? `He laughed then saw the man begin to move. His eyes followed the man, never leaving his sight. He shifted his position, stretching out the blade ever so --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> so slightly, leaning his body forward, stretching.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping forward, he ducked in, then out, dropping down to his left knee, he swung out with his right leg, a brief flash of the robed leg let loose unto the others feet~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ As if to trip him. "Don't you like my fists?" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `With that he swung down his blade at the range, into the man's leg and released the stored energy, jumping at him. "No." He breathed and wondered if this would work. Probably not.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Rolling to the side, he struck his feet up, clapping them together, thus done he pushed out at the man's ribs, as if hard to stop already~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ He made it harder by sticking his left foot out, half a second after the jump to be in placement of one inch from his foot. Thus done he squared his shoulders, awaiting impact, if any. Thus the slide had been thrown, from
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ From the right. "Aha!" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `His shield was on his right side, obviously and thus was struck by the man instead of his ribs. He fell to the side but landed on knee. He grunted hard and slashed at the man with his blade, roaring.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Again he flung himself into a tumble, bounding up past the blade, arms in position to lock down on the mans head, a mixture of a headlock, and a full-nelson. More Burmese kick-boxing.~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ "Wow, Bacon Bits, wake up on the wrong side of your Mom; this morning?" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `He brought the shield up into the man's stomach hard as he grew closer to a point blank range. The heavy force and weight caused several ribs to fracture. He attempted piercing the man's side with his blade as well.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - "OH, you little---" Sweeping around in a semi-circle; he snarled slightly, stomping his foot down onto the back of his students leg, the calf muscle. Bringing his arms around to snap the mans neck hard enough~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ To cause temporary-peralysis. "Ugh!" He indeed felt the sting of the blade partially parting his flesh, a deep cut, although he had turned as to stop a hard stab, this was indeed enough to piss him off~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Into the point of--- He started morphing, the robes ripped, and he grew in height, sweeping and stretching his bones, his height switched to that of six feet, eleven inches. His weight reaching into the fourhundred pounds
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Fourhundred pounds. A black pelt stretched over the large body, as his snout elongated, snarling, snapping teeth enchanced forward, six inches, and razor sharp, yellowish hued claws~
[10:35:40 PM] <PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Morhphed forward. With that he uttered the War howl, an utter haunting, spine chilling apparation; drew forth from within flayed throat." ARRG!" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `He realized in that moment he may soon be killed. It might be time for kill or be kill. Or knock unconcious and run as fucking far as he could. He brought his helmeted head into the creature's throat while twisting the --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> blade imbedded into the leg and driving it furthur upward, towards the scrotum and into the lower chest area. He brought the shield up, pressing it against the beast's arm.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Swinging around he caught the helm within large hands. Swinging up and around, he brought his head up, and around, to spin him around in a rag-doll motion, snarling and tearing; the beast ignored~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ The shield, as of now, slamming his knee up, and around to wrench the blade out of his leg. With a snarl, and a howl he wrought forth the 'punk' twisting, and spinning him around. -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `The blade was to far up to disembowel and he continued to drive it, then something happened. A miracle. His head slipped out of his the helm and he fell to the ground. He brought out the blade and jabbed once more, --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> already beginning to run away from the foul-tempered beast.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - He had done the mistake, a -big- mistake, never ever run from a werewolf with a temper; the beast burst forward, within the confindes of mind-numbing speed. The beast travelled twice as fast as before, relieved of the art
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Relieved of the arthritis. He bound forward, atop its back, snarling, and ripping, the beast clawed long gouges into the already-doomed mans back, snapping down on his neck quickly he tiwsted his neck turning, and swiveli
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~Swiveling, all fourhundred pounds of hungry beast dug into the man. With a howl he let loose awaiting the taste of blood. -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `By pure instint, as the creature came onto him he punched the throat with gauntleted hands. The sharp tips that ended as his fingertips and knuckles slid into the flesh, crushing the adam's apple, the throat, and
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> More or less he had stumbled, twisted on a root and fell to his rump. Facing the beast.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping down, of course due to his height[ as stated] six feet eleven inches; he would only be hit in the gut. Quiete an annoyance, all else it was over, snapping his claws forward he pushed the hand away~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Snapping his open palm into the 'punk's' face, wrapping the other around to break his neck, one snap and it was over~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Bursting forward he dug his jaws into the previous students neck feeding deeply. -
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping down the rocky cliffs above, like a vulture; the old man leant heavily upon jaded cane, wearing robes of alabaster hue.~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ As if he was an old man, although his phsyique did not show it; the aged Warlord was getting arthritis in several bones. Grumbling slightly~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ He looked briefly around for the first of two students. "Come out, come out, boy." -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> ¿The 'boy' was in his earlier twenties, a man of decent size at a height of six foot four inches, broad shouldered with a weight of two hundred and thirteen pounds. He bowed, his armour scraping together. "Hello, Grandpa...--
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> master." On his face quirked a gentle smile for a fraction of a second but he cast it away, seriousness taking him. Strapped to his right arm was his shield, little less four foot from the tips to the bottom with the five --
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> [Is that all?]
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> placed upon it in it's grooves. He be smacked his gauntleted fist - iron of a dark midnight blue hue, the knuckles sharp jagged points. Same with the finger tips. Like talons, almost. The underside was rough, to ensure a --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> firm drip on his blade.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping forward, within the lightning confindes of pseudo-altruism, as if he felt the instant travel of speed go by within minutes, rather seconds. Bringing the long jaded cane up he struck~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~Down upon the un-armoured piece of limb, just behind the knee, above the calf muscle, cast unto the eyes themselves from afar; as if a blur, a mind numbing speed uses to travel the brief steps. He snapped quickly arching h
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~Quickly, arching his back into the jab. The old man had struck forth, bending his simple physical futures, the old man had traveled beyond speed expected for such riddled arthritis driven man~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Barking through mid step, the slightest grunt issiued forth. -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `With speed that seemed beyond the broad man he came up from the bow, bringing the shield up he let his soon-to-be struck knee drop and caught the cane, pressing forward against the man he reached with his free hand to --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> the blade and drew it, while pushing forward to knock the man away.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Ducking and weaving he dived into a tackle; snarling, as if in Lycanic form. The beast of a man named Psycho for a reason, drove punches forward, grappling with well practiced moves, such as Burmese kick-boxing, and Japan
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ And Japanese grappling. With each passing second drove forth beastly punches, as if in a frenzy; the berserker like man swung his knee up to push the sword hand away. "Nice try, buck-o'!" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `In one smooth motion, as the old man tackled him and began to assault him he let himself fall to his back, then pushed the smaller man off with the shield he was apon. Unsheathing the blade he jumped to his feet and turned --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> around, breathing deeply through the nose and out the mouth. He held the shield to his right, and the spear-like weapon in his left. He hefted it, one of the two points aimed right at the man.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - "Well now, lad, show so much bravery, what, with a weapon on a weaponless old man." He swung himself into bursts of speed, from right, to left, sweeping around, and around, always in constant motion~
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> Weaponless, old coot? What about your cane, or those damned fists? `He laughed then saw the man begin to move. His eyes followed the man, never leaving his sight. He shifted his position, stretching out the blade ever so --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> so slightly, leaning his body forward, stretching.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping forward, he ducked in, then out, dropping down to his left knee, he swung out with his right leg, a brief flash of the robed leg let loose unto the others feet~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ As if to trip him. "Don't you like my fists?" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `With that he swung down his blade at the range, into the man's leg and released the stored energy, jumping at him. "No." He breathed and wondered if this would work. Probably not.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Rolling to the side, he struck his feet up, clapping them together, thus done he pushed out at the man's ribs, as if hard to stop already~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ He made it harder by sticking his left foot out, half a second after the jump to be in placement of one inch from his foot. Thus done he squared his shoulders, awaiting impact, if any. Thus the slide had been thrown, from
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ From the right. "Aha!" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `His shield was on his right side, obviously and thus was struck by the man instead of his ribs. He fell to the side but landed on knee. He grunted hard and slashed at the man with his blade, roaring.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Again he flung himself into a tumble, bounding up past the blade, arms in position to lock down on the mans head, a mixture of a headlock, and a full-nelson. More Burmese kick-boxing.~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ "Wow, Bacon Bits, wake up on the wrong side of your Mom; this morning?" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `He brought the shield up into the man's stomach hard as he grew closer to a point blank range. The heavy force and weight caused several ribs to fracture. He attempted piercing the man's side with his blade as well.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - "OH, you little---" Sweeping around in a semi-circle; he snarled slightly, stomping his foot down onto the back of his students leg, the calf muscle. Bringing his arms around to snap the mans neck hard enough~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ To cause temporary-peralysis. "Ugh!" He indeed felt the sting of the blade partially parting his flesh, a deep cut, although he had turned as to stop a hard stab, this was indeed enough to piss him off~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Into the point of--- He started morphing, the robes ripped, and he grew in height, sweeping and stretching his bones, his height switched to that of six feet, eleven inches. His weight reaching into the fourhundred pounds
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Fourhundred pounds. A black pelt stretched over the large body, as his snout elongated, snarling, snapping teeth enchanced forward, six inches, and razor sharp, yellowish hued claws~
[10:35:40 PM] <PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Morhphed forward. With that he uttered the War howl, an utter haunting, spine chilling apparation; drew forth from within flayed throat." ARRG!" -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `He realized in that moment he may soon be killed. It might be time for kill or be kill. Or knock unconcious and run as fucking far as he could. He brought his helmeted head into the creature's throat while twisting the --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> blade imbedded into the leg and driving it furthur upward, towards the scrotum and into the lower chest area. He brought the shield up, pressing it against the beast's arm.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Swinging around he caught the helm within large hands. Swinging up and around, he brought his head up, and around, to spin him around in a rag-doll motion, snarling and tearing; the beast ignored~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ The shield, as of now, slamming his knee up, and around to wrench the blade out of his leg. With a snarl, and a howl he wrought forth the 'punk' twisting, and spinning him around. -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `The blade was to far up to disembowel and he continued to drive it, then something happened. A miracle. His head slipped out of his the helm and he fell to the ground. He brought out the blade and jabbed once more, --
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> already beginning to run away from the foul-tempered beast.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - He had done the mistake, a -big- mistake, never ever run from a werewolf with a temper; the beast burst forward, within the confindes of mind-numbing speed. The beast travelled twice as fast as before, relieved of the art
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Relieved of the arthritis. He bound forward, atop its back, snarling, and ripping, the beast clawed long gouges into the already-doomed mans back, snapping down on his neck quickly he tiwsted his neck turning, and swiveli
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~Swiveling, all fourhundred pounds of hungry beast dug into the man. With a howl he let loose awaiting the taste of blood. -
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> `By pure instint, as the creature came onto him he punched the throat with gauntleted hands. The sharp tips that ended as his fingertips and knuckles slid into the flesh, crushing the adam's apple, the throat, and
<MoNSTeRVaMPHuNT> More or less he had stumbled, twisted on a root and fell to his rump. Facing the beast.`
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> - Sweeping down, of course due to his height[ as stated] six feet eleven inches; he would only be hit in the gut. Quiete an annoyance, all else it was over, snapping his claws forward he pushed the hand away~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Snapping his open palm into the 'punk's' face, wrapping the other around to break his neck, one snap and it was over~
<PsychoVaMPHuNT> ~ Bursting forward he dug his jaws into the previous students neck feeding deeply. -