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Post by The Sidhe on Aug 27, 2014 19:37:30 GMT -5
Daryna stared down at the little shack with a blank expression, like she was staring through it almost. It was familiar. This was the second time she had seen it now. She remembered that it was the string of cans to the far left that her ward had tripped over and gotten tangled in, remembered his sister running for him before Daryna caught her by the arm and dragged her away. She remembered running behind a thicker tree, holding her hand over the crying girl’s mouth. Daryna also remembered the hollow feeling of helplessness hearing him be dragged inside, the word ‘coward’ echoing in her mind for leaving him behind. The knowledge that if she hadn’t lost sight of them, even for those few minutes, they wouldn’t have made it that far. She was shocked out of her thoughts by the prince speaking. Hide, yes. Transform… Daryna appeared grossly uncomfortable at the thought, the acidic feeling in her stomach from recent events making her feel sick. Not only did the idea terrify her but she also didn’t know how. She never learned, never wanted or needed to. But she could hide without it, a talent that the other girl spoke to her about. Daryna gave a nod, her lips forming a thin line and dark eyes a little wider than they normally should have been. She couldn’t hide quite how nervous she was. Granted, nervous was only one of many things she felt. As the team began their descent into the pitiful excuse of a valley, Daryna scanned the woods. She knew the tree she was searching for, located it with ease, and then darted with surprising speed towards it. Her boots skidded along the leaves when she was a few feet from it, sliding into her place behind it. She crouched down, tucked her skirt in close to her, only spared a single glance over her shoulder before turning away and hiding her face in the tops of her knees. Daryna still felt the weight. Her left hand clamped over her mouth. She could feel the tears coming on now that the other two wouldn’t see them; felt the fire starting to burn her from the inside out. But she would remain silent if only for the fact that she was good at it. All she had to do was hide. Over red and gold leaves and through strings of rickety, dented cans, the team progressed. Upon drawing closer, sound could be heard from within the little shack muffled but still audible. Shuffling footsteps, metallic scraping against what was likely wood. Something creaking, a heavy door shutting. Humming, rickety and rather gravelly humming that clearly belonged to an elderly woman. When the team drew nearer, it abruptly stopped. The smell of something awful cooking thickened immediately around the shack, making the air heavier with the heat of the oven blazing inside. The cans rattled loudly against the door and fell dully to the ground in a messy pile. Their version of a knock was answered promptly. Rapid footsteps and muffled rasping breaths made their way towards them before the door burst open with an accompaniment of mad, shrill cackling. The definition of an old hag came flying out of the shack, a thick and mean looking wooden spoon in her right hand and a giant rusted cleaver in her left. Daryna’s description held: she was obviously blind. Milky eyes found them out of chance based on following sound. Wisps of white hair fell out from under a hood that fell to wrap around her shoulders that ran into the long black dress she wore, wrinkles and a hook nose framed by the black fabric. Her manic smile revealed she had few teeth, and the ones that she did have were rotten. She was short, round, and all around the definition of unimposing save for the weapons in her hands and the mad look in her unseeing eyes. Not pausing a moment, she cackled loudly as she swung the cleaver in a downward arc in front of her. Her head cocked to the side listening for their movement. She was very apparently fast, but only time would tell if her blows were equally threatening given her only prey thus far had been young children. Now she had a team to butcher for dinner.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Sept 16, 2014 2:45:03 GMT -5
It wasn’t a surprise that Irene added to his telling Daryna to hide. Her advice basically acted as a verbal version of what he considered to be self-explanatory in his. Obviously the kishin couldn’t know Daryna was there or it could take her attention away from him! The bit about trusting them seemed even more unnecessary, they were clearly the most trustworthy people in the entire area. Irene failed to add to the transforming bit but it didn’t matter that much. It would be easier to hide as a weapon than it would be as a human but as long as she stayed out of sight whatever form she took was irrelevant.
As expected his plan went perfectly. Irene transformed and the can was freed with simple cuts. He would have to disinfect his hand when they got back after touching a can that some peasant kishin egg had used. Either way the can did what it needed to and hit the door with a loud clang that should draw out the hag unless she was deaf as well. The least she could do was get outside quick, the colors around them were part of an inferior spectrum.
Levi sneered when they got close from the smell but did his best to ignore it. Irene’s description wasn’t far off but he wasn’t going to allow himself to be compared to some pathetic commoner child from a fairytale. After the can hit there was an awful sound of footsteps and rasping breath that just begged to be silenced. The door burst open which Levi found simply rude, kicking open doors was his job. Cackling seemed pathetically over the top considering she was already living in shack in the woods and cooking people. As annoying as she sounded seeing her only made it worse.
She was clearly a hag which didn’t exactly look like she was up for a fight. Her cleaver was rusted and she had a spoon! If she was going to wield two weapons at least make them real weapons! Seeing her only managed to sully the memory of the person who gave him his scars. The connection alone brought the idea of using Zegen to fight the hag then came the idea of duel wielding to show this trash how it was done! Resisting he only tightened his grip on Irene and clenched his free fist. He wouldn’t sully Zegen with fighting this thing nor would he deprive Irene of the chance to enact some retribution for Daryna.
Somehow she had the audacity to look at him even with her blind eyes, an act that unnerved him in an angry way. He hadn’t expected her to attack right away though so her initial swing caught him off guard. Instead of blocking such an unworthy blade he moved backwards quickly and gave a final assessment of the hag. Any chance of a fair fight was gone with her appearance so he should end things quickly and get it over with.
Speed was clearly a strength of hers but aim was not. There was no point trying to get a solid fight out of her and getting too close would leave him open to lucky hits. There was no way he was letting some blind hag injure him from simple dumb luck! Making use of Irene’s range he kept his distance and slashed at her right wrist. Without her blade she posed no threat to him and he could finish her without the chance for luck to impede him. If luck wasn’t a factor he could have gone for a more direct attack but with the circumstances he was practically forced to take the safer route. If he succeeded then he could get in close and finish the hag like he preferred to.
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Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on Oct 19, 2014 21:19:27 GMT -5
It began now. Something she had been worried about since that young man in the dorms had sung to her. In this moment, at the very time she had to be mentally stable, she found herself lost in the matching of Levi’s wavelength, the focus of the kishin egg to come, and the attention needed to keep Daryna safe. Her past was what it was and would never change. What mattered was getting stronger, protecting those that needed it, and being what she needed to be in order to give Levi all the more excuse to be a cocky, arrogant prick.
The young weapon still had residual anger from the village, but this fire burned towards the kishin for now. To take it down. Though it had taken a bit longer than she liked, Daryna did make it out of direct eyesight, hopefully hiding enough to not be found if even looked for. That taken care of, her full attention was towards the shack that Levi was targeting. What lay inside was still somewhat up to her imagination. A blind old bat that was sure to emerge soon, seeing as those cans just smacked against the door and fell to the ground.
Her thoughts of the candy house from Hansel and Gretel had left her mind a good bit ago. The air alone was beginning to make her sick and as they grew closer, the smell only got worse. Was she just cooking children? While that answer might not be found right away, Irene heard movement from inside the hole. Surprisingly loud breaths, quick shuffling of feet, and then the door was thrown open. Once again she was overcome with the thought of being in a Grimm Fairytale. The cackling of, what she would have thought was, a witch, if she didn’t know better.
Blind. Daryna seemed to have been correct. If it wasn’t for that sickening grin and the dual ‘weapon’s she carried, she might have been a normal old gal. But damn was she fast. So very thankful that Irene wasn’t on her own feet for this one, she trusted her partner would be able to take this speed. Levi generally had a good upper hand in most physical things, the speed didn’t worry her greatly. How much should she worry about hearing though? From her cocking her head to the side and the cans surrounding her place, Irene assumed that’s how she tracked the children. Unless she had a good sense of smell too? Whatever it may be, the woman wasn’t at a total loss, she had already succeeded in getting others.
Irene felt Levi’s grip on her tighten, bringing her attention to him for a brief moment. His wavelength hadn’t changed too much that she could notice, so he didn’t seem to be too far out of his normal grumpy state. Deciding she wouldn’t worry over him, she focused completely on the kishin again to try and assist him in any way. A swing came faster than she would have thought, no real hesitance from the blind shrew.
Levi kept up with her easily enough, thankfully, back and out of the way. He then utilized range. Smiling in the darkness of her own weapon, she was pleased with her meister. As irritating as he could be, he really was pretty amazing. She might not follow his thoughts exactly, but farther away gave him reaction time and kept him away from her shorter weapons. Though… it could give him less leverage to hold onto her if the kishin egg tried to tear her out of his hands like the wolf kishin had.
“She’ll see by hearing. Aerial attacks might prove better than footsteps for a time.”
Her words were silent to all else but her partner, as blank and level as she had been when she first met him. While it might be true that they’d be harder to track in the air, Levi would have to recover from the landing which could make it even easier for her to hear the team. Still, it couldn’t hurt to remind him to use the blindness against her as well as her hearing.
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Post by The Sidhe on Oct 23, 2014 15:30:55 GMT -5
The harsh swing of the cleaver retracted with haste at the sound of feet moving back over leaves, but not for long. She lunged again at the spot she anticipated her target had moved to, not a great distance judging by the noise. Quick enough, this one was. This would be fun! Normally she only got the thrill of the chase, but the little ones never ran far or fast enough from her. This one was not little and a fighter to boot. This would be a proper hunt, and it would be an exciting one indeed! She’d never gotten the chance to go after big game before.
She wondered how she should cook such a prize.
Distance, he wanted distance. Distance was no good, that wouldn’t do. The closer the better, he needed to come closer so she could slice him open. She of course could leave the intestines and organs where they were during the cooking process, but gutting was so much fun! Hearing the wet ripping sound when she pulled hearts from veins, the satisfying crack of bones to later be used for stock. Skin could be fried, muscle dried and preserved. Oh, there was so much she could do, but she would have to choose later. She needed to kill him first after all.
Metal, the sound of air moving. The hag cocked her head to one side in a jerky movement, the blind stare never leaving the prince. She only lingered for a second, yanking her attacking hand back and out of harm’s way at the sound of the corseque moving through the air. Ducking back only as much as was needed, she grinned and lifted her left hand that wielded the wooden spoon. The thick wooden cooking utensil drew upwards and then came down with force on the prince’s Weapon, an attempt to knock it down and out of the way rather than to disarm. A forward slash with the rusty cleaver followed after it, low and garbled giggling accompanying the attack.
Bold, this one. Heavy footsteps, hard swings. Strong! She needed to watch him, ha! But her ears could guide her. The leaves about had fallen already, they coated the ground in colors she had never known. What was red? What was gold? Loud and bending, that’s what they were. Air had no color as far as she knew. It was soft or sharp, biting or sticky. It was either silent or specific, and metal was quite specific. Oh, what fun!
She wondered what other noises they could make.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Oct 30, 2014 16:35:52 GMT -5
Hearing Irene’s words Levi would have laughed if not for the general annoyance of the whole situation. The hag was blind! Even if she could hear them it would hardly make a difference in the end. There was no reason to be so serious about it when she would probably roll over dead like the last kishin egg. Plus aerial attacks? Levi fought firmly on the ground. The air would throw off his mobility that he had worked so much for. Obviously he would be the best at it if he tried but there was no reason to when he was already he best on the ground.
The hag moving the cleaver annoyed him. She had speed despite everything else about her. Had she been younger and not blind maybe she could even be a proper opponent for him. As it was she still seemed more a bother than a real enemy. She only added to her sins by having the audacity to stare at him! Even if she couldn’t see her eyes were still unworthy of looking upon him. At least that wouldn’t be a problem for long and the only part of her with any value would be theirs.
She dodged? How did the hag avoid the attack? It didn’t make sense to him that she even tried to fight back let alone avoid his attack. If the dodge wasn’t enough she dared to hit his weapon with a wooden spoon! The least she could do was attack him with an actual weapon, not some peasant tool! When the utensil made contact with Irene his grip tightened on the weapon. He wasn’t going to be disarmed again, let alone against some worthless hag! Her force stopped far too easy for her to be trying to disarm him and he saw her other hand moved.
Disgusting. Blocking would be difficult with how she moved Irene and he wasn’t going to draw Zegen to have it touch such a filthy blade. As much as Levi hated it he would rather do what he needed to than let some hag injure him. Shifting his grip he leaned back to avoid the blade without moving his feet. Following through with the swing he brought Irene down only to shift his grip and continue the movement behind his back in a full arc. Not letting the momentum stop he turned the spin into a slash aimed at the hag’s neck.
To think that the hag had made him use movements fitting the weapon was absurd. Now she had to die all the more. Not getting ahead of himself as much as Levi wanted to punch her he resisted, instead settling for keeping his hands on Irene and moving closer to the hag. She was fast. He had to give her that, but so was he. If he was closer she would be met with the blade of the corseque or his fist when she reacted to the slash to her neck. Ideally they could just cleave her in two with the slash and be done with it, but he felt that the hag was going to frustrate him more than she already had.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Nov 2, 2014 15:49:37 GMT -5
No worry was found on this old bag. None. Her empty eyes couldn’t see, but she held no ounce of worry or real hesitance… Was that a kishin egg thing or did they still cling somewhat to normal human reactions and emotions?
It was unnerving how easily she seemed to follow Levi’s movements. He could dart and dance around her all he wanted and that creepy stare followed everywhere. It was as if she could hear everything. Then Irene was caught more by surprise when the hag jerked her head and her hand away. Had she really heard his attack? That hadn’t involved footwork fully on his part, she dodged her weapon form that had a larger range than that hag should have been able to prepare for. Was it possible to hear that well? If so, jumping wouldn’t help anyway. Aerial attacks would only disadvantage the team.
It didn’t seem to matter much anyway. Levi didn’t comment on her words, if anything, she could have sworn she felt some sort of amusement rise from the soul she was currently matching with. It was odd, seeing as he was general annoyed, but she didn’t comment further, he knew what she had said.
A grin followed from the kishin. That was certainly irritating. It was like she knew how surprising and irritating it was to have a blind person avoid your attacks. Then that wooden spoon came. Irene didn’t care as much about it not being a real weapon as Levi did, it never even registered in her mind that it would bother someone, including her partner. The wooden spoon made contact with Irene’s weapon form, didn’t pull her from Levi’s hands, but didn’t put him in a great position either. The cleaver was the follow-up.
Levi’s anger only rose, Irene could feel it edging up against her soul. Though she couldn’t blame him, the kishin was irritating. For the moment, she kept her mouth shut. While Levi was moving around, she didn’t want to take the chance at distracting him. Not that he would listen to her over put his head in the fight, but she could never know. He used the downward motion to as much advantage as he could, avoiding the kishin’s strike and swinging Irene’s form around and back at the thing’s neck.
As his movement was going through, Irene took the chance to speak to him once again.
“She has insanely acute hearing, Levi. If you could overload the sense, she’d be missing vision and hearing.”
She didn’t know how helpful that would be. Her partner was much more a physical fighter, he’d rather just slice her in half how he normally did instead of doing it a fancy way… Everything was so below him. Or at least, that was her view on how he saw things. She couldn’t really know, but she was prepared for no answer once again.
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Post by The Sidhe on Nov 6, 2014 14:42:32 GMT -5
No disarm. Damn. Ah well, it wasn’t the end of the world and certainly not the end of their little scrap. Mm, scraps! There’d be none of left of them, that’s for sure! Just thinking about slicing them up into mice meat was making her hungry. She could need to kill them for that, though, and it was unfortunate she hadn’t been awarded an advantage. Granted she also hadn’t been trying to actively wrench whatever long Weapon he happened to wield out of his grip. But now she knew his strength better, and she could hope the next strike would hit its mark.
But no dice. Damn! Where had he gone? Not enough sound left her temporarily frozen, head cocked to one side with her eyes moving randomly in an attempt to see regardless of her blindness. She could see nothing and never had, born into dark that once she hoped could be fixed by equally dark methods. Obviously they had gone wrong, but she was sure if she consumed enough young and bright little eyes hers would brighten one day. She just had to be patient. By how he fought, she was certain this one’s eyes would assist in hers growing sharp.
Finally, movement! Metal through air again, not close enough for her to stop, though she shifted back anyhow. But oh it grew closer, swinging with good amount of force with how it whipped through the wind. Grinning with what few teeth she had left, she giggled and ducked back and away to avoid her assumption of where what had to be the bad end would strike her. It would be no good, a blow to the neck. So many important things in there. Larynx, veins, throat, vocals. She needed those! No way was she going to let them take them away!
To assure her avoidance, she once again brought up the wooden spoon. In an upward swing she made for it to hit the Weapon once again, this time from the bottom to bring it up if at all possible. From the resistance of where the boy’s hands were, she made a rough estimate of where was best to swing. Tilting her head again, she looked where she suspected his head was. Her gaze was just past him over his shoulder as she brought up her cleaver and then swung down. Her goal had clearly been for his left hand but she narrowly missed it by an inch or two. She huffed and drew back quickly.
No need to get caught up in a counter.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Nov 13, 2014 2:53:17 GMT -5
This hag was somehow more infuriating than the last kishin egg they fought. Sure the last one insulted him by being weak but at least she had the decency to get hit and die! If this one would just get hit instead of dodge everything would be fine. Was it so much to ask for a fun fight from a kishin egg? If he just attacked her like he wanted to she would keep dodging and might even get a lucky hit. Hoping to get his own lucky hit wasn’t something he was going to do, he just had to figure something out to land a hit.
Avoiding her swing Levi did notice her eyes when he did. Even though she was blind her eyes attempted to find him, which meant she lost him. That was good but she caught on too soon after and dodged his attack again. What was with this hag? Worse than just getting out of the way she caught Irene with the wooden utensil again. Staring at him she moved with the cleaver at his hand but was just off enough to miss. Before that could be used against her though she brought her hand back, bothersome.
Irene spoke and let him know why she was such a pain to hit. Was she really hearing his attacks and responding from that? It was ridiculous but made more sense than her just getting lucky. So Irene suggested he overload her senses to get his attacks in? It was better than nothing. He did say Irene could come up with plans but that was if she went after a civilian instead of him. It saved him the annoyance of having to think about a plan instead of just fighting though so he could work with it.
Standing still he faced down the hag while looking around to see what he could do to overwhelm her. He could use the cans she had set up and throw one at her but that was far too peasanty to consider. Ideally he could just run up to her and kill her with one attack, or at least strike her vitals and incapacitate her. Bringing Irene back he brought her to his side and did something difficult, remained silent. Watching the hag pissed him off the more he watched. There was no reason she should give him any problems yet there she was.
Adjusting his grip he extended Irene out to his right side as quietly as he could while tapping his foot on the ground to get the hag’s attention. When he had the weapon extended he kept her there and addressed the hag.
”I should have expected such an annoying way of fighting from your utterly vile appearance. You should at least know who I am before I kill you, it’s a greater honor than you deserve. Now die before Prince Levi Kastein!”
Yelling at the hag he swung Irene at her under the sound of his voice. Killing the hag was a top priority but as done as he was with her existence he was even more done with her dodging him. Her super hearing shit had to go! The blade of Irene was irrelevant to the swing, his focus was the spikes that protruded from the sides. He had figured out the aim before swinging and sent the spike headed straight for the hag’s left ear. If she was going to oppose him with her hearing she deserved to have it taken away. The blow might not kill her but as long as he took her hearing in that ear he would be pleased. At least he had given her the glory of hearing his name beforehand.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Dec 12, 2014 11:06:49 GMT -5
This fight made her anxious. Every moment seemed to be to their disadvantage. An attack revealed their positioning, the kishin egg’s hearing pinpointing them because of the noise they made. Recovering or dodging provided the same outcome. Noise that alerted their enemy. Irene couldn’t have imagined that any creature would have a sense at this level. Some animals had great hearing, but she doubted they could pinpoint exact locations, accelerations of objects, and positioning of a person’s body. This was near insane.
Levi’s attack for the throat was thwarted, not that Irene was much surprised. Her partner was growing more irritable by the second and his movements just made him more easily pinpointed by the blind egg. She hadn’t completely needed to block with the spoon, she would have gotten out of harm’s way easily enough. So why? Could her sense of touch be just as acute? A concern she should pay attention to, but not speak to her partner just yet. If she were wrong, she didn’t need to mislead him. Levi had enough problems.
An attack and a miss on the hag’s part soon followed, providing a bit of information that just maybe her sense of touch didn’t help as much as the hearing. Still… Couldn’t take chances on those senses. She was getting wise enough to retract quickly so Levi wouldn’t go at her.
Her words to her partner may have been ignored. Irene couldn’t completely tell. This time she felt nothing different rise from his soul, no real notable change. General irritation towards the kishin egg but no reply came. Even if he didn’t take her words into account, they would be fine. The Prince knew what he was doing. She had to have faith in that.
Regardless, the silence surprised her. Her partner stood still, watching their opponent. Even when he did move, it was slow and simple. Moving carefully out from his side as her partner tapped his foot. Was he attempting to use her advice? In the darkness of her weapon self, she couldn’t help but grin. Him listening to her gave her more of a sense of teamwork than her just being swung around by him. It was different for Irene and… a little nostalgic. Her attention quickly returned to current happenings though, no time to focus on how she ‘felt’ about it all.
Words loud, strong and confident, just as he normally was. Distraction. Irene prayed it was enough. That the blind egg would take the bait of getting his positioning from his voice and not pay attention to the attack on her ear. For that’s where her weapon form was aimed. Not the main blade either, but one of the extended spikes of metal. Take the ear right out. That would be a disadvantage for the kishin egg, that was for sure. And.. if her sense of touch was heightened at all, the pain could help in further distracting her.
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Post by The Sidhe on Dec 17, 2014 16:10:14 GMT -5
Where was he? Still in front of her? She heard no sound, no crunching of leaves beneath heavy feet or metal whipping through wind. Milky eyes search, tilting sharply in different directions attempt and catch something. Perhaps this one was smarter than she originally gave him credit for. Remain silent, remain safe. A few of her little morsels had tried the same trick, though they had always given away their location in the end. Easy to track screams and fearful panting breaths. This one was older, though. It had been a poor move to underestimate him. She would need to be more careful, more precise, and she’d already missed once. It wouldn’t do to let another swing miss its mark.
Oh, such a powerful voice for such a young man! Unseeing eyes snapped to his location and her head straightened, mad giggles pouring from her lips. His words were lost on her, not understanding a single word of what he said, but hearing the clear irritation. So he was as annoyed with her as she was with him? Excellent. Annoyance linked to anger, and if she could drag out anger there was the potential that his movements and attacks would become sloppy. Emotion often screwed people over. The fear in her darling little meals certainly did more often than not, the frightened little whimpers and desperate screams and frantic footsteps as they tried to get away. They were always so easy.
She advanced, quick as ever with her wooden spoon raised and a mad, toothless grin plastered on her old and wrinkled face. Blunt, brute force to stun and then a good slicing to start them bleeding. Never to early to start prepping the meat.
The grin didn’t last long.
Beneath the yelling there was a softer sound, one that carried dread even in its gentle movement. She heard it too late at the end of his little outburst, felt the presence of something awful too close to her to dodge. The spike rammed into the side of her head and dove right into her ear. The pain elicited a shrill wail from the hag as she dropped her spoon to grapple at the metal and try to push it away and free herself. Her hand went to her ear, bleeding badly and…and…
Completely useless. Silence was all that met that side, even the blood making no sound though the pain certainly brought the sound of grinding teeth and sharp whining along with it that her right ear still heard loud and clear. She rocked to the side, held her head at an angle as though to let the blood drain, hoping with a crushing amount of anxiety that if it drained she would be able to hear again.
Nothing.
Growling, she gazed forward towards where she though the team was, off by a few feet to their left and appearing slightly off balance. The hand which still held the cleaver shook with rage. Oh, they would pay for this. She lifted the rusted old thing up in the air, her voice awful and grating as she screamed, <<Little wretch!>> Truly a blind attack, not focused at all on what she heard in her fit of fury, something she had only wished on her opponent moments ago. She hissed as she moved towards them; a bit of a hobble in her step wither balance having taken a hit along with her ear. She made a sweep in front of her with her cleaver, missing by a mile with the team three feet to her right.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 20, 2014 22:55:41 GMT -5
It had taken long enough but the hag managed to finally do something he approved of. When he spoke her eyes found him and remained on his presence. Even if they were useless at least she had the respect to feign looking at him as he gave his magnificent words. Of course she had to ruin it with her giggling but she would receive her punishment for that offense soon enough. When she started to move she had the audacity to raise the spoon first, daring to attack him with that object over a blade was terribly insulting. Levi made his move before she got too close to him and it worked out perfectly.
The speed in which her smile was ripped away to be replaced by screaming was practically art in how it unfolded. She dropped her spoon thankfully yet she still had the gall to touch his weapon. Levi obliged and pulled Irene away, there was no reason to get more of that putrid blood on her than was needed. While the kishin adjusted to the new wound Levi swung Irene through the air to rid her of the vile blood before bringing her to a passive hold and watching the hag.
Her growling at them was a good sign but it was undone by her staring off into space. Looking at her it didn’t even seem that she could stand straight. Was she really this pathetic after the loss of an ear? Levi had hoped she wouldn’t be able to dodge every attack aimed at her but still put up some sort of fight. Standing where he was he let her scream whatever worthless thing she had said and run at him. Her speed from earlier was ruined by her lack of balance and she missed them completely.
Why did such an enemy have to go from annoyance to complete garbage? Sighing he lowered his head in exasperation. He could probably walk right up to her and take her out with a soul purge now that she had become so weak. The idea was tempting but he would have to touch her for that and she really didn’t deserve that after how weak she became. It was a shame but he wouldn’t be able to sever the kishin egg’s jaw with his hands this time. A small price to pay for not having garbage touch his skin.
”How boring.”
Not bothering to face her he gave one glance to see where she stood before moving his head to look at where she had been before the charge. Adjusting his grip on Irene he moved his right arm across his chest and aligned the blade with the hag. Positioning it at about mouth level he slashed it forward. She was weak and boring now, no reason to drag out her worthless existence. He probably could have done anything at that point but there was no reason to hinder her more and not killing her in one strike meant they had to be in the area longer.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Dec 26, 2014 23:45:51 GMT -5
In the silence, no one had moved. Levi stayed still for a moment, the kishin egg didn’t know where to attack. It was a perfect set-up for the next part of his plan. Distracting her with his voice, the irritating sound of her royal wielder. Was she… laughing? That was an odd sound in contrast to her meister’s commanding type of vocals, but Irene couldn’t help but be pleased. Laughter signaled overconfidence. If they were fortunate, all of Levi’s movements would be successful.
The glee on her face was sickening but oh so short lived. Part of her weapon sinking into the kishin’s ear, Irene couldn’t be more proud of her meister for pulling that off so flawlessly. There was no way she was recovering easily from that. And if Irene’s guess was correct that her hearing was so essential to her abilities, she wouldn’t be much of a fight after missing this side of her hearing.
Grateful that her partner wouldn’t leave her stuck in the head of a kishin egg for more than a moment, her weapon form was taken back to him and away from the kishin egg. The hag’s hands scrambled for her ear. Blood erupting from the new wound and her not looking too pleased. Good. Let her suffer. Who else had to suffer at her hands? Anger had quickly overtaken the thing, something that Irene didn’t care about one way or another. Judging by how badly she had missed them, Levi would make quick and easy work of her now. Useless. She was nothing more than useless. Another attack came at them, a screech accompanying her movements.
Levi took this as his attack. Holding her weapon self out to his side, she was prepared for an easy hit to the kishin egg. Hearing his words only a bit before the movements took place, Irene couldn’t help but grin in the darkness that surrounded her. While she didn’t verbally reply to the Prince, she couldn’t help but be amused by his obnoxious attitude.
This was her partner.
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Post by The Sidhe on Dec 27, 2014 20:46:07 GMT -5
Dull, it was all so dull and muffled from only the left side. Clear leaves, a slight breeze just strong enough to make the trees whisper, but nothing of importance to her. The left wasn’t what she needed, not that she could know any longer. Nothing but painful silence lingered in her deaf ear, wet with blood that ran down past the hinge of her jaw and down her wrinkled neck into the dark fabric she wore. There were no tears, only anger. Snarling yellow teeth with almost comical gasps, rattled breaths that could almost be mistaken for growls. A swing and a miss, and it was all over. The killing blow came too fast for the hag to comprehend. Noise she could no longer recognize, confusion setting in as to where it could have possibly come from. There were so many possibilities, it was so unclear now. To her right? Further off? Nearer? She could no longer tell, it was too obscure with only one ear trying to take it all in and differentiate the sounds of her fore from the sounds of the world around her. The air, was it being cut through by that awful accursed metal or was it merely twisted through branches? She had no way of knowing anymore. The corseque ripped right through the hag’s head, cutting it off where her jaw met her skull. Her body swayed and crumpled to the ground, cleaver hitting the leaves heavily beside it. Blood dyed the leaves a darker red than they would ever be, blending in nicely with the brighter red and gold as though they too were glad for the hag’s death. Landing what would have been face down, her disconnected jaw bent at an awful angle at meeting the ground, tongue resting against leaves and dirt, open and exposed throat swallowing her own blood as the clean cut let it flow freely. The top of her head had flown a few feet from them, flipping once in the air from the force and landing on its side. Her remaining top teeth rattled hitting the ground, blind eyes met with a different sort of darkness than the kind she’d known all her life. The black scarf that had covered her hair had been cut as well, resting further back and revealing wispy white hair, ends colored red. A similar color of red formed over the hag’s body, appearing to hover just above her back between her shoulder blades. The sudden silence worried Daryna, no matter how hopeful she was and no matter how much faith she put into the team. Her hands had covered her mouth and her eyes had no dried. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and stiff from having been kept that way. Slowly, cautiously, Daryna dared to lower her hands and take a few proper breaths. She had heard weight hitting the ground, heard it three times. Her heart was still pounding from hearing the wretched screeching that she had run from not nearly long enough ago, the trampled leaves, the sounds of metal. But now it was quiet. Swallowing dryly, Daryna shifted mechanically to peer around the trunk of the tree she had hidden behind. Hunkered down as she was, she could only see the top of the prince’s head. A good sign. With one hand on bark and the other trusting the leaves to help her up, Daryna stood. She took tentative steps forward, straying only a foot from her hiding place. Just in case. But there was no need to worry. Her eyes locked onto the sight of the fallen hag and the breath left her all at once. Tears returned to cloud her vision and her knees went weak. Daryna fell to the ground, red skirt pooling around her as the blood in the little valley below. With both hands clasped over her mouth to drown out her quiet weeping, Daryna had never felt such relief in her entire life. She was dead. The hag was dead, the children were safe and so was the town. The town she could never return to. Daryna shut her eyes shoulders shaking as she hunched over to hide her face from the woods and the team still lingering by the body. Relief and joy was split in two by equal amounts of grief and anxiety. What in the world was she going to do now?
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Post by Levi Kastein on Jan 6, 2015 15:54:33 GMT -5
No longer hindered by that hearing Levi’s attack was nothing less than perfection. Irene’s blade connected where he intended it to and spared the world from having to see the hag grin ever again. He showed as little interests in her body falling as he did swinging the killing blow. Watching the two parts of the hag sever Levi hoped she survived for even the shortest of moments after the blow connected. She had been blind from the beginning and they had crippled her hearing substantially, it was only right that he take her other senses from her as well. Destroy the taste with her mouth, and let scent and touch go with the top of her head. It was a fitting punishment for denying him a worthwhile fight.
Seeing the red of her soul begin to form Levi rested Irene against the ground and released his grip so she could go claim her spoils. Looking around the area he wasn’t sure if Daryna had left her hiding space but assumed the answer was no. With the mission finished Levi adjusted his glasses so they sat properly and slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
”You can stop hiding, the hag is somehow even less threatening now.”
Another lack luster fight that lead to another disappointing kishin egg slain and another worthless bunch of people saved. The pattern was boring and hopefully would end with the blind hag. With the annoyance taken care of they would advance to two star level and with any luck get some fun missions. No more mongrels that fell to one hit or relied on luck to keep themselves alive. The only downside he saw to the advancement was they had still taken too long to deal with the hag, they should have crushed her with overwhelming power in an instant.
No matter though. Once they got out of this pathetic area they could prepare for two star missions. The first and most important issue though was leaving. If they stayed to long he might get sick from being surrounded by so much peasantry. Looking around he waited for the other two to finish what they needed to do so he could to return to the relatively better area of Shibusen.
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Irene Dixon
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Post by Irene Dixon on Feb 26, 2015 12:51:23 GMT -5
And an easy hit it was. Her weapon form sinking into the kishin egg with ease, tearing through the useless ‘woman’ and taking most of her head from her body. Disgusting yet satisfying. The body fell to the ground, what little life she had left draining away. This was done. This kishin would bother this forsaken town no more. Lingering anger was rekindled for the place. For the way they treated weapons in general, but especially the way they treated one of their own. Those people were as sick as this thing.
This was one of the few times that Levi hadn’t made sure to fling any remaining blood or kishin remnants from her. Irene wasn’t sure how to take that small realization, but for the moment she let it go. The faint light appeared once more, the girl taking her human form. The soul forming over the kishin egg, she barely had to wait before it was shown before them. Levi was done with the hag and already had moved on to ‘brag’ his victory to the only one who was near. Taking hold of the kishin’s soul, Irene swallowed it quickly and moved to return to her meister.
Her eyes traveled about as well, searching for their younger companion. He had called out to her, no doubt she would come into sight soon. Looking up from the small valley they were in to fight the kishin, Daryna soon became visible. For a moment, the girl had stood, then Irene saw her drop again. Pausing in every action for a moment, Irene found herself surprised. The girl had dropped so suddenly… she couldn’t have been hurt, could she? Levi would likely approach the girl as well, but Irene started towards Daryna again, quickening her steps.
Going up the small hill and away from the fallen kishin was soon a passing memory. In front of Daryna, kneeling down so she wasn’t towering above the collapsed girl, Irene gently placed her right hand on the girl’s head. She was crying, Irene didn’t have enough view of the girl’s face to tell exactly what the tears meant, but she really wished the girl would stop crying. It almost pained her to see such strong emotion.
“Come on. No use in staying here.”
A faint yet encouraging smile came to Irene’s lips, her right hand shifting off of the girl’s head. Standing up more, but still leaning over just a bit, the right hand was now offered for the younger one to take. It would be best if they all left. Levi would be dying to leave, Irene had no use in staying, and Daryna had nothing left here. Let the hag’s corpse rot, the smell combining with the burning flesh. The town could deal with that mess themselves.
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