Eron Castle ~V:tM Modern~:1
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xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx : Okay, your post first...
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx : T1.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx : Turn based.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Notes the disc of Celerity of a level 3 nature on hand already.
RathlenSunei * Rathlen stood still. A dark blue long-sleeved lay pulled to the midst of his forearms, dark slacks winding 'round his legs. Soft shoes, like running snearsk, covered his feet - black. His hair flared out behind him, a sickly gray. RathlenSunei : ;held the beam of a lightsabre in front of himself, a rbilliant blue.
RathlenSunei : Colon that. x
X_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Brings his form to step two feet to the right as he keeps his mirrored gaze upon that of Rath. Tipping his head to the right as his hand curls around to his back, grasping that of the hilt of his katana. Pulling it from the sheath with one smooth motion as he calls to his dark blood once again, calling to that of Mortis of a Level 5 Nature, touch of death.
RathlenSunei * 's blade still hung before him - a pillar of white engulfed in darkening tones the blended with the rest of his garb. A brief flash -- he'd swung the weapon left and right quickly, with eyes dead set on what was the body of Adimus, far as rathlen could tell. Rathlen would concentrate for now.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Feeling the necessary bps leave his form. He brings about 2 more bps to burn to enhance his speed all the more. His form changing and shifiting to his whim. The speed coming to enhance with each passing moment. Now, his speed would be unmatchable by any that are under the age of 1500 and not of the Assamite nature. He brings his steps to flow as water under the moons light. Aiming for that of the left of his neck that is exposed.
RathlenSunei * stood still. Good think his characterisitcs weren't restricted like a vampire's. Then with a flaring flash -- and a vibrating hum -- the blue beam swung through the air. Though the naked eye would see but a burst of motion from Adimus, Rathlen's weapon would coincidentally move in the way of both the sword, and maybe even inch in enough to actually hit Adimus. Either way, Rathlen moved to the opposite side that Adimus lay in.
Absolute_Adamant * His visage portraying under the hue in which his animosity brought fourthing unto the realm as the chaotic depths have arisen from the emersion and waging of the pool side.. The waning waters which prescript the depth in turn with the 'amarillo' light. Gazing down upon the blurry sky, speckles of the density in white lights which foreshadows the allusions and the mockings of the mimic's which for come to shadow his silhouette. Absolute_Adamant : it's a constant speed, thus if a human were try to near the speed the speed of light would thus increase and so come that 'TEST" have shown that if something were to come to the very bounds of speed of light that the constant of speed would stay the same as our original motion so infact that it would continue to ever grow as our speed grows
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Brings his form to spin around as the light sabre comes to be within inches of his form. Twisting his form around as he sends that of the katana to his side. Not stopping in speed at all as his sudden attack is unthought of by even him. Feeling 4 more bps leave his form as he suddenly realizes that he needs more speed against this adversary. RathlenSunei * would still hold a few seconds to turn -- even if by a fraction. Adimus would probably slice through the the rear of Rathlen's cloak, as well as spill blood, though the Fallen Jedi's weapon would do a much more devasting blow. A green ray shot out of air, and even as the Fallen Jedi opened his mouth in silent pain, both beams of plasma moves behind him.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Seeing that of the plasma coming at him, he turns on a dime. Feeling that of the plasma graze through his cloak, yet not hitting the insignia of Black Waltz. He brings his form to step swiftly to that of Rath. Sending that of the tip of his katana to his neck. His blade only a distraction although as his left hand that yeilds his disc comes to aim for his jaw. The course of blood agony coming to course through that of Rath's veins, as all elder Assamite come to carry this on their blades. RathlenSunei * planned on trying to get the drop on him. The Dark Jedi Master was in the air...under him, no matter his axis of turning, flew flashes of green and blue. Slow as he was moving, he moved remarkably fasted. And he used these near-weightless weapons with ease.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Spinning on a heel. He turns swiftly, sending that of his blade up from the ground. Seeing that of his blade cut the air with remarkable accuracy. Seeing the beams of plasma drop from him, he backs away with one swift motion. His mirrored eyes come to begin to glow with a molten color as he burns another WP point to continue all of his discs. RathlenSunei * landed quickly, and without hesitation, raised his arms, both blue and green beams aiming for Adimus. A burst of motion of thought would expand the Force around the both of them, and with a twitching of Rathlen's face muscle, Cause Injury would land itself randomly on Adimus' body, Rathlen verbally yelling with added effect.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Shaking his head as he merely takes a few swift steps to the side. Yet, feeling the side of one hit him in the unused arm of his left side. He tips his head slightly as he brings his full potential out. Stepping to that of Rath as he brings his sword to drop down to his knees, swinging it to his left. After which, he brings his sword up to his chest. Aiming to slice it crossways over his clothing, attempting to peenetrate his skin. His left hand comes to come to his neck once again
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Aiming to touch his neck with a speed that could not be matched by this mortal that attempts to fight him.
xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * RathlenSunei * would react poorly, but it'd work out. Rathlen had been caught up in the moment, so impulsive to follow through with the Force use that he was sure would get Adimus. Both sabres lifted, and with simultaneous humming through the air, The left green would go against
RathlenSunei * the katana. If for some reason not destroy on the spot, it'd at least slide it away. If it did slide right through the metal, it'd continue onwards with Adimu's face in the path. Rathlen's neck sprayed blood, staining the ground crimson, but below him was the other sabre, the white-blue beam waving at random -- most probably catching Adimus' legs and/or torso, and shredding it to pieces in its five foot length.
RathlenSunei : Rathlen raised his left sabre at head-height, and his right at waist-height. The left is supposed to cleave right through the katana and cut Adimus' head in half. The lower sabre is suposed to seperate the top of his body from the bottom. xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Seeing the man get hit by his hand. He sees him fall instantly from a mere touch. The courses of Mortis coming into play here. Sending his living body to the netherworld to begin its eternal demis as the sabre cuts him badly in the torso. Looking to the wound with a smirk. He brings his eyes to fall upon that of the wound, seeing it bleed somewhat badly. Nakitta_Thorndar * runs into the castle as she senses something is greatly needed.She quickly runs through the throne room to the hiden that only those who are family or close family friends know of.She slips inside as she knows none can figure out where she went.She grabs the Brujah blood that is needed. Nakitta_Thorndar * She closes the vailt back up as she leaves the room then quickly makes her way back outside with the satchel in her hands clutched tightly to her breasts.She returns to the spot where they are fighting as she gives Adimus a nod letting him know she holds what he may need in her hands as she dares not to get to close to the weapons while she is so near to the time of giving birth any day now. xX_Adimus_Eron_Xx * Saves the transcript.