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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 22, 2015 6:15:16 GMT
And there was the chance. How strange it was that is was as easy as one, two, three shove. But really, thats all it was. Emilio took the moment to block off the potential furious attacks, but it didn't even take all that much effort as Mikhail had lost his own balance. Oh contraire, how sweet thou fate has been to me. But why leave it so easy? he thought to himself and made a very quick decision.
If Mikhail wanted to get close, then they would get close. Milo wasn't afraid of personal space or space bubbles. He wasn't a touchy person, but that didn't mean he was afraid of getting into a persons space.
It was an opening. A simple, quick moment of opportunity and Emilio need to take it. He threw his entire body at Mikhail, intending to throw him onto the ground. He didn't use physical touch or brute force very often, but when he did it was for a good reason. Milo kept his balance quite well. While coming in for the shove, Milo would use No Name to knock Oathkeeper out of his rival's hands. It wasn't like a full body slam. It was more of a shoulder shove with one hand and a hard glance off Oathkeeper with the other.
This was all as he passed the rival boy and then would quickly compose himself to turn around and see the damage, getting ready for a counter attack if needed. | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST. DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
D: Sorry, that was not planned... It just sort of happened. Milo isn't normally like this. I'll totally change it if you want me too. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 23, 2015 4:59:25 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain WHAM. Mikhail felt a dull pain in his shoulder. At the same time, a loud ringing sound filled the air as he felt Oathkeeper slip from his hand. Twisting his fingers, he managed to snag the chain at the base of Oathkeeper's hilt as he fell. The combined momentum of his swing and Emilio's blow made him hit the ground hard. Trying to protect his head, Mikhail instinctively tucked his chin forward. But still. When he slammed onto his back, the force of his fall jerked his head backward, too. SMACK. Mikhail felt his teeth snap together. For a minute, everything went fuzzy... "Ugh..." Blinking hard, Mikhail turned on his side and eased himself up on one knee. Sliding his fingers up the chain, he found Oathkeeper's hilt. Gripped it. Then he rose unsteadily to his feet, staring at Emilio in the twilight gloom. The fight was over. Nobody needed to say it. Sure, the world looked a little clearer. But the simple act of standing up as quickly as he could made Mikhail's head throb, and he barely heard the wind over the high-pitched ringing in his ears. That idiot won. It made him want to spit. He was disgusted with himself for being so foolish, for performing so badly. And he was just angry with Emilio for being Emilio. Even though the duel was finished, saying "enough" wasn't an option. Too proud and stubborn to do anything else, Mikhail readied his keyblade and waited for Emilio's next attack. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 23, 2015 18:51:12 GMT
The punk. He got up and challenged him again, even though the fight was clearly over and Emilio had won. If there was anything that amused Emilio more then fear, it was someone who couldn't accept defeat. The fool. They were both exhausted now. Not only practicing all day, but they both just had a long, difficult battle.
However... The rules had changed. Emilio had won the previous battle which had more or less been handed out by Emilio. This next challenge was made by Mikhail himself. He grinned softly. They were both completely and entirely exhausted from the day. But if the rules had changed...
Around Emilio, the air began to shift, as if there were heat around him. The sky, he could see, was now beginning to darken. Mikhail was a shadow user, he played with the shadows as his power. If Emilio could keep even the tiniest bit of light then he was confident that this battle was in the bag. Within the darkness, it would be more difficult for Mikhail to tell the difference between his illusions and the darkness that plagued his magic.
"You're a stubborn little thing aren't you Mikki-boy. I'll give you one more shot to prove your better then me, yeah? Then I'm going to walk away." | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST. DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
Dx too short! Gah! I didn't have anything to say. I almost had him walk away, but I guess Emilio had better ideas. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 24, 2015 5:53:18 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "I'll give you one more shot to prove your better then me, yeah? Then I'm going to walk away."mikhail could just see the shimmer in the air around emilio. oh? they were using magic now? it could be some abnormality with his vision, a side effect of his fall. but his sight was clear enough for him to be fairly sure that emilio was causing the light to shift. the chance that emilio used illusion magic was enough justification for him. time to bend a few rules. summoning his waning strength, mikhail spread out his free hand. a darkness rolled toward emilio, moving like a sandstorm, like shooting steam. soon it look as though a thundercloud had engulfed the courtyard. in the darkness, mikhail slipped off to one side and crouched with his back to the courtyard wall, listening. he could see well in this cloud, better than almost anyone else could. still, he needed to keep his ears open: sound would be his first clue of where emilio was. there had been no way mikhail would win that fight. now, maybe he could slip up behind emilio and strike him down in the dark. maybe. a wave of nausea hit him, and mikhail had to rest his head against the wall. that spell had used up a lot of energy... @tag
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 25, 2015 1:25:42 GMT
There was a split second where Emilio almost panicked. He had anticipated Mikhail to use a lot of power, but to cause the whole courtyard to be shed in a darkness that Milo couldn't even see through caused him to remember times within his own dreams. Dreams filled with a darkness so dark he couldn't even hear himself scream. But knowing that this was Mikhail and how exhausted the boy really was caused Milo to relax.
That foolish boy. He knew how foggy a mind could get when in the heat of battle. But he should have accepted defeat. For now, even though Milo couldn't see him specifically, he knew the twists and turns of the dark. Maybe not physically, but mentally and emotionally. That was his specialty after all. Besides, Emilio had lived in the darkness. He was an illusionist. He played tricks and games with the darkness as his cover. He knew the importance of sound, sight, smell, and touch. He was accustomed to his senses. This was what the Master taught to him after all.
He didn't move. Not at first. That was a problem. Cause if Mikhail hadn't used up too much energy (which seemed impossible with a spell like this) He could be caught very soon. But if he moved too quickly then there was no mistake that he would be caught that way as well. Hearing and seeing would be Mikhail's two best advantages. Emilio could only hear.
So, he quickly remembered where he had been standing and where he might find his staff. This would allow him the ability to fly up and out of the cloud of darkness. When he finally did move, if was very quietly. Very gently. He was "Silhouette" after all. He was a shadow in the shadows. He had kept No Name in his hand, but tried to keep it behind him so that he could use his other hand to search for the stairs where his staff was sitting. He made no move to speak, no move to give Mikhail the kind of attention he wanted. He was even very careful with the breath he had just began to catch. Slow, silent breaths was what he aimed for.
Emilio would have made a more jerky move. But he was also exhausted and didn't want to blow this. He didn't know where Mikhail was, not what he was up to. If his emotional sense would turn on then he would know the idiot's mental state. But no... The times he needed to know the most were the times the connections were silent. | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST. DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 25, 2015 8:30:25 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain sitting with his head laid back against the wall, mikhail listened. the wind whispered around the corners of the castle. faint clinking echoed overhead as the golden chains continued to sway. that was all. either emilio was keeping still, or he could move with near perfect quietness. alright. listening wasn't doing any good so far. mikhail stood up silently (gripping the wall with one hand) and began to make his way around the perimeter of the courtyard, keeping close to the wall and heading toward the last place he had seen emilio. the wise thing to have done, mikhail thought to himself as he crept along, would have been to acknowledge defeat. so, why was he still here? stubbornness. pride. you could lie to yourself and call it determination, but why bother? determination to do what? mess himself up even more? on a mission, in a "real" fight, a lack of discipline like this would be unacceptable. but this was a different kind of fight altogether. see what happens when you let your emotions get the better of you, stupid? all the same... he's going to call off the duel. not me. kneeling, mikhail waited to let another wave of nausea wash over him before moving on. still no sight of... wait... finally! a dim shape moved through the darkness, heading toward the stairs. crouching low to the ground, mikhail slipped toward it. silent. cautious. keyblade ready, mikhail stood up. almost within striking distance... quickly, and as quietly as he could, mikhail knelt down again as his vision blurred over and the familiar humming filled his ears. unable to hear even himself, mikhail held his breath and waited, hoping that emilio wouldn't turn around and spot him (or trip over him in the dark). MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 25, 2015 17:22:57 GMT
He was almost there, he just knew it. But right as he touched the cool concrete of the stairs a large wave of nausea washed over him and he gasped, being forced to use the stairs to hold himself up. He had not expected to feel like this and quickly realized that it wasn't even his own nausea. Where the hell was his staff.
This fight was no longer fun. It was stupid, and Milo knew when a fight should be ended. He was done. This kid was going to kill them both and Milo was not going to let that happen. Finally wrapping his fingers around the neck of the staff Milo became relieved. He was done. This was stupid. He was not going to kill himself to win a fight that he had already won.
"You're an idiot Mikhail. I'm done with this joke. If you won't call off the fight before we both die, then I will, cause I have no shame in accepting defeat. But this fight has already been won, and its very obvious who the more experienced Keyblader is."
With that he let his Keyblade disappear and took whatever strength he had left to lift himself into the sky. It wasn't as quickly as he would have liked. | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST. DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 25, 2015 23:50:09 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "You're an idiot Mikhail. I'm done with this joke. If you won't call off the fight before we both die, then I will, cause I have no shame in accepting defeat. But this fight has already been won, and its very obvious who the more experienced Keyblader is." Mikhail knelt on the smooth courtyard stones and said nothing. Truth be told, he was relieved. Relieved that it was over. Emilio was right. Continuing the fight after that fall had been idiotic, possibly even dangerous. But oddly enough, the rebuke didn't sting much. Maybe because Mikahil was more disappointed in himself than he was concerned about what that kid said. Maybe because, in his own way, he was finally accepting his defeat. Without protest or reply, Mikhail released the spell. The shadows dissolved as quick as rising steam. Emilio was just rising up on his staff. With luck and a little speed, Mikhail could have stuck at him: but instead he watched his rival go and let his Keyblade disappear. Obvious. It really was obvious: Emilio was the more experienced Keyblader. And as Mikhail trudged wearily up the castle steps, replaying his mistakes in his mind's eye, he knew that accepting defeat gracefully was something he would have to learn. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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