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Only Their Second Dumbest Decision (Luke and Iko)
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Post by darkblade on May 3, 2016 2:50:05 GMT
Playing to his range? Isaac had some sense, at least, though his backstep would be quickly followed up by another push forward, just to keep the Yasyamon on his back foot. If nothing else, it gave Iko a good bit of momentum: though Yasyamon was trained in swordplay, it was much easier to push forward than it was to step back, especially when being pressured by an aggressive foe. And Iko was definitely that, locking his keen, amber eyes on the opponent dead in front of him.
And once more, an attack was declared. Why they felt the need to shout it out loud every time, Iko would never understand, but it was clear that something in Yasyamon's stance had changed. If anything, he seemed far more reactionary, provoking to counter rather than to attack aggressively. With a calm breath, the wolf nonetheless pressed forward. Rather than try and be baited, he instead focused on defense: by aiming full swings, right at the demon-man's upper arms, nearer the shoulder, he could theoretically force Isaac into either one of two actions: a duck, which would be met with a cross-hook of the unoccupied fist, or a block, which would provoke the other arm to take a swing at the other shoulder, after a parry, to free the other arm for the same punch. Sure, it was more physically taxing on Iko's end, but as long as he could get a few inches closer-
"Behind! Lost!"
Hold that thought! With Luke's declaration, Iko's ear twitched. Something was up, and Iko's attention was drawn elsewhere. Behind? Just how did that blue lizard-
"Gah!"
It felt like a sheer flash of red, Iko pulling back with a small kick a moment later. A long, heavy strike had slammed the left side of his hip, the wolf gritting his teeth as he staggered back. Through the pain, he gave a chuckle, looking at the two boys at their new position.
"Yeah... now you're getting it." Pulling more weight onto his right foot, the wolf held his stance. Had he lost his mobility, or was he putting on an act? Either way, that mark on his side stood testament to that blow that he had taken. A mark of their pride, he was forced to wear.
Even now, he's...
Seeing this, Luke sighed, a smile on his own face. Slowly, the red glow ebbed away from the screen, an azure one soon taking its place. This was another way, wasn't it? This damn wolf was trying to teach him as well, wasn't he?
"Alright then... give 'em hell, Iko!"
"Roger!" With a grin wide as day, he raised his open hand, taunting the two brothers to approach. Pay attention to them, Luke. I think you'll see what you're missing!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 3, 2016 4:24:22 GMT
It seemed that Iko and Isaac were both perfectly on the same wavelength. Just as Isaac was able to parry Iko's incoming strikes, Iko was able to easily knock away everything Isaac threw at him. Considering that Iko had the advantage of pressing the attack, it was clear that Isaac would be overwhelmed if he made one more slip-up. And that one more slip up was coming. As Isaac ducked away from a powerful strike to the shoulder, he just knew that he had left himself wide open.
That was why when Elliot successfully knocked Iko away with a flying kick, Isaac had to give his brother a high five. How could they not, after such a flawlessly executed combo?
The limp looked like an especially tempting target. Isaac watched how Iko focused on his right leg with great interest, taking advantage of his mask to help keep the specific focus of his gaze hidden. As far as Iko and Luke would know, Isaac was just looking in their general direction. As Iko motioned for him and Elliot to advance, the two brothers packed in for a brief huddle. "Focus on the bad leg. I'll have the good one handled," Isaac whispered, Elliot nodding in response. The two turned back to Iko as Elliot pointed forward, leading the charge of the brother brigade with admirable focus.
They ran off simultaneous, Isaac to the left and Elliot to the right. Then they criss-crossed, Elliot to the right and Isaac to the left. This process repeated a few times, eventually ending with Elliot making a brisk slide for Iko's left leg. Rather than crash his foot directly into the limb, he used his momentum to spin slightly and fire a gout of flame right at the injured extremity. He confidently remarked "Tailblazer!" as he opened fire right at the leg, knowing that Iko would have to move it one way or the other and change his stance as a result. Would he skew toward widening his stance, or would he shuffle his leg inwards and close it up more tightly?
Either way, Isaac hovered by the other side, taking advantage of the speed from Elliot's slide to arrive second. It wasn't so easy to move the right leg while you were already moving the left, and Isaac was banking on a movement on Iko's part making his good leg all the more vulnerable. He twirled his swords before trying to slam them together against Iko's right leg, "Imp-air!" he declared as he set up the smashing strike, hoping to leave both of Iko's legs enfeebled for at least a little while.
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Post by darkblade on May 4, 2016 3:28:41 GMT
Because for now... you're on your own!
As much as Luke wanted to be a spotter here, there was little the tamer could do to help Iko's current situation. The experience was in the wolf's hand, and all of the information that he needed was right in front of him. Only the wolf truly knew how damaged he was, the individual strengths and weaknesses of the two brothers in front of him, and to an extent, what the two were planning. And based on their approach, each taking a side, Iko could guess what they were going for.
Despite their speed, it was clear that Isaac wanted to approach second. Briefly, Iko's gaze settled on the Strikedramon as it passed by, a twitching tail letting out a stream of fire at his exposed, tattered side, to wash over his leg. His gaze tightened, tensing that foot as the bright fire washed over, obscuring it from view. It would be then that Isaac would approach from the other side, both blades held up, ready to slash down at the apparently hampered champion. If all went well, it would leave him crippled, unable to continue this fight in an earnest sense without tapping into something more.
That was the hope.
It wasn't the reality. Despite everything that the boys had seen, as soon as Isaac dedicated himself to the move, Iko cleanly pulled his foot back, weight shifting seamlessly into the foot bathed in flames. It would leave Isaac with a heavy forward momentum, approaching Iko dead on, as a harsh upper with his right arm was angled, right for the dead-center of his face. But why? How did he stand so stoically, awash in flames?
Isaac could see it, from that low angle: Iko had coated his entire left leg with black flames. Instead of moving to dodge, he shielded his leg, and kept himself in place: Elliot wouldn't be able to see it through his own fire. And it would give Iko one chance, to give one hard upper, pushing off this secure, back foot.
"Graaaaaugh!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 4, 2016 4:01:27 GMT
Isaac's eyes widened with shock as he saw the dark flames of Iko's leg canceling out the white ones of Elliot's tail. Part of him wanted to compliment the wolf on his magnificent technique. Part of him wanted to warn Elliot that the plan was up before he got hurt. In the end, though, self-preservation won out over good sportsmanship. "It's not working! Change course!" Elliot shouted, right before Iko's fist collided directly with his face. The Yasyamon's mask went flying off as his head snapped back, sending him crumpling to the ground in a heap. It was gonna take a while to shake off the daze from such a great hit. "Well played," Isaac muttered, head still swimming from the force of the blow.
Where Isaac faltered, Elliot snapped right back into action. As Iko turned to uppercut Isaac Elliot flipped back slightly, then sprung off of his hands into another powerful dropkick directed at Iko's back. He aimed to target the same spot, too, turning what started as a feinting limp into what would hopefully be a real one shortly afterwards. "Rolling Thunder!" Elliot called after he sprang forward, hoping he'd be able to slowly batter down the wolf's endurance. By now he was starting to feel the burn, too. His breath was ragged, his metal platings were scuffed, and his shadowy dagger to the chest still smarted. If fatigue didn't get him down first, Iko's relentless barrages of attacks would.
On the other hand, Isaac was staying down for a surprisingly long time. He hoped that with Elliot taking the heat off of him again, he'd once more be able to resume his machinations from the shadows. Dropping one of his swords, he slowly rolled onto his stomach and began extending the other toward Iko's legs. Whether they were still in workable condition or even more battered down from Elliot's slam, the Yasyamon planned to suddenly grip his sword by the wooden blade and yank it toward Iko's ankles with as much force as possible. If they could get Iko tripped up and grounded, the numbers game would make even considering getting up a difficulty.
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Post by darkblade on May 5, 2016 2:25:08 GMT
There was no doubt about it: with that last strike, Iko felt a definite impact, resonating through his entire arm. It was a clean hit, through and through, thrown with the full weight of his body behind it. If his opponent had just been a human, it would have definitely been enough to throw him down for the count. Unfortunately, this was a Yasyamon... and even though it was slight, Iko definitely felt his hand slip against the mask.
Not enough to sever his consciousness...
It wasn't hard to tell that Elliot was up to something, either. Isaac's direct call, followed by the heat of the flames leaving his leg, it was apparent that he was trying to do something. All of his weight still pivoted on that back leg, he heard the call. "Tch..." Was there really anything to be done about it? Bracing his back, the heavy foot would be felt, right against that old mark. He knew a little bit more about this attack, from last time, giving him enough time to give a slight turn, mitigating the damage as Elliot had done earlier in this fight. The periphery of his vision caught something different, though, an amber blur right below him. A heavy blow, right against his wounded leg, caused his eyes to shoot wide open for a second. Stumbling forward, landing on all fours, he literally forced himself forward, away from Isaac, turning to face Elliot just a few feet away. He thankfully scrambled up on two feet, once more assuming a defensive posture, breathing more labored than a moment ago.
"Heh... alright. I'm feeling the burn, now..."
"Heh... I feel it too."
It was weird. At first concerned with this fight, of him being injured or just going too hard on these kids, Luke actually found himself smiling. There was just something about this one: there was still a tension, a drive, but a different sort than last time. No, this was a true feeling, one sharing his partner's actual pride. In that moment, their hearts beat as one, an emerald glow bursting from the red device.
"I suppose you've earned it dog. Fine. Lunar Cycle! Activate!"
"About damn time, kid."
Muttering that last part under his breath, the symbol on Iko's forehead glowed a similar green. The crescent moon mark filled out to a half-moon, a golden glow surrounding a majority of his body. In place of a proper evolution, shining, golden armor surrounded his body, his arms, chest, and legs now shielded. Two black wings erupted out of his back, made of the same shadows as before, and in the last 'burst', a helmet snapped around his head, smirking face now obscured by a thick-looking, black visor.
"Ultimate! Shaininmon!"
His voice echoed across the void, looking at the two from behind his mask. "Well, that's worthy of a bit of praise. You actually eeked this one out of me. Heh... I'm ready to call this one, if you are."
That certainly was one option: Iko merely wanted to get to this form. Although: "Though. I wouldn't object to a test run of this. Haven't had a lot of time to 'play' like this."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 5, 2016 4:37:16 GMT
Isaac was able to get up just in time for the fireworks. Iko was now standing tall clad in gilded armor, with a shadowy visor and great, black wings finishing the transformation. Elliot couldn't help but squeal a little from the visual, while Isaac simply grinned proudly. Between him, Elliot, and Iko, the three were putting on one hell of a fighting clinic. Apparently their efforts were significant enough to propel their friend right up to Ultimate, and what a beauty of a form it was.
"Lookin' good, Iko."
"Holy crap! You're so awesome!" To say that the brothers were wowed by this new transformation was an understatement. Hearing that they would call the fight now, Elliot slowly started to sit down. However, Isaac was far too interested in the second part of Iko's offer.
"Well, we can't give you much of a workout in these forms. But~." The boy held his fist high to the air, Elliot quickly catching on and doing the same.
"Chaos, give me your wild frenzy! Arise, Orochimon!"
"Order, I am your spear and shield! Come on, Sandiramon!"
Immediately they were enveloped in their respective auras, Isaac engulfed in a writhing flame and Elliot crouching down beneath a purple shell. From the writhing flame burst the eight heads of Orochimon, slowly melding from elemental fury to Digital data. From the shell burst the great tail of Sandiramon, as sharp as a spear and as flexible as a whip. The rest of the Digimons' bodies began to take form after the initial dramatic eruptions, nine hissing roars echoing across the Dark Area as they reached completion. Now standing far larger than they did as their Human hybrid forms, Elliot and Isaac coiled up and waited for Iko to make the first move. "Might as well let you take charge and break in the new body. Lets see what Shaininmon can do!"
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Post by darkblade on May 6, 2016 2:47:51 GMT
It appeared that their little scuffle wasn't quite over yet. Or, at least, Isaac wanted to see a little bit of what this form could do... and, to Iko's honest surprise, Strikedramon and Yasyamon weren't the limit of these kids' power. No, somewhere along the line, they had picked up 'Ultimate' levels of their own: the white serpent, Sandiramon, and the dark serpent, Orochimon, now towered over the newly transformed ultimate.
"Well, well... you two are quite flashy when you want to be, aren't you?" As they were gracious enough to have Iko start this battle, the wolf took a quick moment to shout over his shoulder, before the spar started: "Luke, you good for this? About how long do you think we can make this last?"
"How long?" Affirming that question, Luke took a quick look down on his Digivice. It was honestly hard to tell: was this an energy bar? A timer? Something else entirely? No, he had to go more by feel, of his own Digisoul feeding into the device. "I think you're good to go. Twenty minutes, or so?"
"Good enough for me." Shooting a thumbs up back, and then cracking his neck, Iko took a grin under his visor. "Alright, sorry for keeping ya waiting. Let's roll!"
On that note, Iko kicked off the ground, spreading his wings as he took to the skies. Not a proper aerial Digimon, he still managed to get a good fifteen feet off the ground, before stabilizing his position. If nothing else, Elliot and Isaac had made themselves bigger targets: could they really deal with a flier like this? A circle opened at the top of his helmet, revealing the mark of the half moon, glowing green underneath the armor. He pointed forwards towards Elliot, letting forth a white beam of light, right at center mass: Lunar Ray!
A simple-looking start... but unless they had a trick? Iko could take these pot-shots all day!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 6, 2016 3:12:55 GMT
Isaac smirked as Iko got ready for the fight. "No worries. This one's our pleasure," he said, confidently. Compared to the whispery voice of Yasyamon, Orochimon's voice was basically a constant echo. The eight heads all spoke in unison, the puppet heads' wooden voices layered beneath the more rich and emotional voice of Isaac himself. Beyond that, both his and Elliot's had the same hissing tone to them. Once a snake, always a snake, it seemed. The two brothers waited eagerly for Iko to make the first move, swaying back and forth slightly in response.
Elliot was probably the worse of the two to target with that, the cobra able to duck down and take the blast with his shell. Purple scales went flying from the force of the pot-shot, and judging by the buckling of Elliot's head the blow still left him reeling, but compared to the physical damage of a direct attack he weathered the storm quite well. While his head was still lowered he immediately sprung into an attack, flinging the full force of his body beneath the single, hard contact point of his shell. "Battering Ram!"
Elliot kept an eye out for what Iko would do next, his many heads observing the wolf's movements from a variety of angles. He slithered around as Elliot dove into the fray, one of the serpentine heads rotating in circles as he searched for an advantageous spot to attack from. Once the head was properly unscrewed it was time to play the waiting game. He would watch the wolf's movements, see where he was traveling, and lob the detached head right in Iko's direction. "Serpent Strike!" the head declared, voice increasingly hollow as it flew away from the main body. Its jaws snapped open and shut, more by automatic reflex by conscious action. And right now, they were hungry for some Iko.
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Post by darkblade on May 6, 2016 3:33:54 GMT
More solid defense there... tch.
That turtle shell wasn't just for show, was it? The compartment on his visor snapping shut, Iko now had to deal with Elliot's follow-up: in retrospect, it wasn't that much different than his attacks as a Strikedramon, just on a larger scale and much easier to track. Alright, I think I've focused on your brother enough... why don't I show you a little fun?
It was risky, to be sure, but Iko expanded his wings, kicking up to gain a little more height. All he really wanted was the momentum: drawing his legs closer and bending his knees, he took Sandiramon's battering ram straight on the legs. The calves would give, his palms landing hard against the shell as his entire body felt the shock. But in this form, Iko could take a little more damage... and this put him exactly where he wanted to be.
His shadows, in direct contact with the shell.
If all went according to plan, Iko's move would be quickly thrown into action: like before, his shadow would animate, but in a much more lively fashion than before: one might even describe it as 'snake-like'. Dark Tendrils! If allowed to proceed, these 'living' shadows would coil, first around the shell, but then down and around Sandiramon's body, to both bind and burn his target!
Ah... but he wouldn't have too much time to set this up. Isaac was already moving to pressure, and once Elliot figured out what was going on, this wasn't going to be stable floor for very long. As soon as his attack was channeled, Iko would push off to the left, trying a hard turn to throw-off the approaching snake. This one, he needed to gauge how to deal with: could it be dodged so easily? Or would he have to expend a significant amount of power to push it away?
Bitey little thing, isn't it... and that attack's much safer than Elliot's. Bah. Maybe two ultimates at once is a little too much. If he could at least temporarily bind Elliot, at least he'd just have to deal with eight sets of jaws instead of nine!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 6, 2016 19:41:56 GMT
Elliot was far too confident in his hit to notice what Iko's plan was. The two were becoming irreparably bound together, with Iko wrapping shadowy ropes around the Sandiramon. The fact that the shell was Iko's first target meant that Elliot didn't even notice until the first tendril touched his bare skin, the sudden sear getting the boy's attention. By now Iko was able to establish a very secure hold, and despite Elliot's writhing and wriggling he wasn't able to dislodge the wolf. The tendrils slowly started to drift downward, and it seemed that if Elliot didn't act soon he would be pinned down to the floor.
Thankfully, Isaac was coming to help, and both he and Iko had noticed the fact around the same time. When Elliot noticed pressure on his side, as Iko tried to spring off of his shell, he realized there would be some sort of dodge he could try and cut short. He tilted his head sharply to the side, turning what started as a sturdy foothold into a sharp incline with plenty of empty air. He could only hope this would cut Iko's dodge short and leave him stumbling right into the gaping maw of the Orochimon head, or at least force him to waste energy knocking it away. Regardless, he took advantage of any time he bought to turn his head and cough up his Bao Kui lance. He didn't have too much movement in his body, but as he caught it in his tail he began trying to saw away at his restraints. It would take a while to finish sawing through the shadow tendrils, especially as they seared his scaly flesh, but if left uninterrupted he could rejoin the fray without much incident.
Sure, with Elliot out of commission Isaac was down one spotter, but his own head was providing enough distraction to allow Isaac to get into position. He quickly slithered behind Iko, trying to strike before even giving him a chance to react to the snake head. His tail shook in a wild frenzy with a shout of "Rattling Gun," a series of dark bullets launching from his tail with every rattle. How many of the far-flung projectiles could Iko dodge at once?
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Post by darkblade on May 6, 2016 23:23:25 GMT
Iko didn't expect a strong foothold to begin with, but Elliot's methods definitely made his movements less consistent: if not for his set of wings furled out, it would have been a quick slide right down that hard shell. It was enough to make the wolf change his tactics, though: instead of dodging solely through movement, the slit on his visor opened once more, another Lunar Ray directed at the top of the puppet head, to either blow it backward or drive it down. The wolf was still breaking in this body: would it be enough to blow it completely out of the way? He'd still strain his wings to move upwards, to put as much distance between himself and the puppet as possible.
But Isaac wasn't satisfied with that: even before then, he heard the rattle, and Isaac's declaration of attack from behind! Orochimon's movement wasn't entirely out of his line of sight - he was just too big to 'sneak' that easily - but such a wide-spread attack would prove problematic. Taking one shot on the shoulder at his new position, he would turn and face his target. And, perhaps defeating his own logic, make a charge towards the Ultimate level, just a slight counter-clockwise strafe to curtail around the central stream of bullets. Throughout, he would take a number of hits, dents appearing on the left side of his golden armor.... but each hit was purposeful.
Elliot was out of commission for the moment, after all! And he felt much better about getting in close, than continuing to get pecked away by Isaac's safe, ranged set. Right. Stay far away from Elliot. Get close to Isaac.
"That all you got!?" Taunting through gritted teeth, he would cut in low and fast, trying to make a direct charge at Orochimon's front side, opposite the tail!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 7, 2016 7:03:03 GMT
The Lunar Ray hit directly within the hinge of the puppet's jaw, the force of the ray shearing it apart. The top half of the jaw flew right over Iko's head, and the bottom half sailed right below his feet. Isaac couldn't help but grin at such an awesome dodge, even if it meant he was down to only six of his seven false heads. Less appealing was the fact that Iko was coming into such close quarters. Impmon and Yasyamon were purely mid to far range fighters, and he still had a lot to learn about the various moves which Orochimon had to offer. Thankfully, it seemed like compared to the others he at least had a few tricks up his sleeves. His look of shock turned into a vicious grin as he began winding up all of his heads at once, waiting until Iko was in proper smacking wave.
It was pure chaos as Orochimon's heads, puppet and real alike, began to flail about in every direction. "Just try and keep up with this! Hognose Havoc!" he declared, the confidence in his voice marred somewhat by the resulting dizziness. Still, with seven heads whipping in the nearby airspace, what had looked to Iko like a very easy approach would soon become a crowded mess of dodging and parrying. It seemed Isaac couldn't just be typecast as a distance fighter after all.
Nor could Elliot be pigeonholed into a single role. As the boy finished cutting himself free from the tethers of darkness, he noticed Iko flying towards his brother. Thankfully, he already knew a few of Sandiramon's more distant tricks. He slithered to a perpendicular position between the two, aiming to target Iko as heavily as possible without getting Isaac hurt in the process. Iko's only warning of what would be coming next was a bright flashing light, as Elliot hurled a few more gilded lances out of his mouth. They hung in the air for a second before rotating inward toward Iko, far more precise than Isaac's rapid-fire tail bullets. Then, with a cry of "Rain of Pain!" the curved lances all fired straight forward, aiming to hone in on Iko's current position. Such a precise move would be fairly easily to dodge completely, but if it hit it would hit hard.
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Post by darkblade on May 8, 2016 1:28:34 GMT
What was it with Iko letting his left side take so many hits, in both his champion and ultimate forms? Luke's idle thought aside, Iko's approach was at least concerning enough for Isaac to change tactics: it seemed that he had picked up a rather interesting 'trick' to deal with annoying mid-to-close-range fighters, like the wolf himself. He was loathe to admit it, but his only consistent source of ranged damage was his Lunar Ray, despite his ability to fly. And even as a wild rampage, Isaac's method of buying even that slightest bit of distance was enough to be a problem.
Alright...
It wasn't hard to avoid, though. Cutting his approach and ascending outside the range, the wolf faced his body square to the rampaging, whipping heads, skirting back just enough as Isaac approached. As he did, the breastplate of Iko's armor started to crack: had he taken a bad hit there? He didn't seem concerned under that visor, even if that was the case. No, this was something a little more offensive: Iko needed a powerful, wide-ranged attack that he could fire quickly. And the only way he could do that, was by sacrificing his armor:
Armor Weapon! Blast!
At those mental words, the armor around his chest fragmented: the back fell away, to the floor, as the front split and fired forth in a single, powerful blast, similar to a shotgun. Normally, this attack just used a small part of the armor as a single bullet, but he needed a lot more than that: huge chunks of gold, speeding forth at the speed of a bullet, to try and rend as many puppet heads as he possibly could! Unfortunately, Elliot's own attack caused concern: he was visible out the side of his head, the spears of light slipping into position above him, something Iko kept at the back of his mind. And as soon as the attack was declared, the armor shotgun leaving his body, Iko furled his wings in, to fall straight down. If they were meant to fly through just where he was, all he needed to do was drop down to dodge! Shortly thereafter, he would unfurl his wings, to slow himself enough to not get too damaged by the fall.
Hopefully that's enough to at least make Isaac manageable... tch! Elliot was back in this way before he would have liked to see him!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on May 8, 2016 2:38:39 GMT
Isaac smirked as he saw Iko's armor starting to crack and separate, only to reel back in shock as it started hovering in front of the wolf. Anticipating an attack aimed right to the head, he curled inwards and wrapped two of his puppet heads around himself to try and shield.
It wouldn't be enough. The gold tore through the two guarding heads like a knife through hot butter, the puppets practically exploding into clouds of splinters and sawdust as they were caught in the crossfire. In a panic Isaac tried to interpose two more puppet heads, hoping to put a dent in the unstoppable march of Iko's shrapnel blast. These had a bit more effect, finally slowing them down enough to turn them from unstoppable to manageable. In the process, though, these heads were shredded to near-uselessness. The leftmost puppet head's jaw was left in a permanent droop as half of its left side was caved in, and the rightmost was practically inverted as it hung to Orochimon's neck by a thread. Orochimon's main head came out of the deal mostly protected, but with a large number of slices running across his neck and face. One shard of gold had sliced just under the eye, barely missing the eye and forming what Isaac hoped would be an awesome battle scar. Only two puppet heads remained, Isaac bringing them close as the now three-headed serpent evaluated the field of battle.
Thankfully, Elliot was there to intervene, buying enough time for Isaac to catch his breath. His attack sailed over Iko's head as he dropped like a stone, but it at least gave Isaac a bit of personal space. Now it would be time for Isaac to try one last, desperate maneuver. Iko was falling, which would mean adjusting his position in the air quite difficult. If Isaac could just get one fast attack out, it would be rather tricky to avoid even with a quick unfurling of the wings. He opened his mouth, spewing a noxious cloud of amber gas with a cry of "Vile Breath!" Was it poison? Decay?
None of the above. It was booze! If he could rob Iko of his coordination, this midair battle would swing heavily in their favor.
Elliot caught onto what Isaac was trying and ran his tongue over his fangs, coating them with a numbing, slowing poison. Alone, both of their attacks would be quite disorienting. In tandem, they would be a devastating mix, leaving their opponents' minds too numb to properly focused. He slowly slunk beneath the falling wolf, waiting for Isaac's cloud of sake to dissipate before suddenly shooting upwards. All he needed to do was get one bite on the wolf, fangs extending slightly as his jaw started to distend. That was when he would strike, lunging with a call of "Mouth of the Mamba!"
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Post by darkblade on May 8, 2016 3:24:05 GMT
Still not a fan of being here, but...
That much damage to an Orochimon in one go? Granted, with how much of his body was practically ceramic with those heads, perhaps he shouldn't be too surprised by the effort. Still, it held its risks: Iko's torso left itself exposed, definitely less able to take attacks like those bullets from before. But sometimes there had to be a trade-off to get results.
Unfortunately, this wasn't a one-on-one fight. His descent was cut off in two ways: first from Orochimon himself, letting forth some kind of toxic-looking, yellowish gas at him. He raised his arms to defend himself, instinctively trying to absorb as much of it in the armor as possible. A drawn breath tasted it, a sick scent entering the wolf's powerful nose. Ugh, this smelled like Luke's dorm room on a bad night. Cheap, thick alcohol filled the air, the wolf forcing himself to hold his breath for the duration. That initial breath through himself just a bit off, though: these wings took more focus than it looked, and feeling them 'shift' out, then back in, didn't do him many favors. Elliot's fast approach from his side drew his attention as well. Just what was he to do in a situation like this?
Heh... too bad they forgot about this one.
Replicate the exact same trick he used to trick Isaac before, that's what. Well, it wasn't exactly the same: slamming his palms together, Iko's body underwent a similar transformation: Burning Darkness! Once more, he summoned his black fire. But this was a little different than before: instead of just a limb, it covered his entire body, shielding himself in a thick, cursed flame. Cursed or not, it was still fire: the remaining alcohol around would immediately ignite, an outward red flame shooting out in all directions with Iko as the center. Shielded by the flames, it would mean less to him than the others...
... Oh. And he was still shielded by the flames as well. If Elliot went through with his laced bite, he probably wouldn't be able to use his fangs for quite a while!
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