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Erdawn Il Deus · 07-01-2005, 07:41 PM

-Damit dammit dammit!- The cimmeran cursed, his footfalls swiftly tapping across the burnt grass, backing away to parry to two swords. -This familiar crap is pissing me off!- The clanging off steel rose above the crackling of the roaring fires (and 9-Volt’s spontaneous combustion). Noticing this, Erdawn snickered.

“One down, bat-boy - do you think my friends will let him lie unconscious?” He didn’t wait for an answer or a reaction - instead, he took an elongated stride backwards, grinning like a madman, his eyes like fiery coals that were blue - and whipping his right hand forward - the blade shot across the grass and thunked neatly into Alucard’s trunk, drawing spurts of blood. The vampire hissed, and in that moment of confusion he snapped his hand out and grabbed the vampire’s second familiar… by the hilt. However a sword can manipulate itself it was no match for the muscle in this particular cimmeran’s arm, and with all that muscle he brought Sword forward in a hungry arc at it’s own master. The blade tip sunk a tearing line down Alucard’s shoulder and across his abdomen, ripping shallowly into his guts. Blood gushed out down his frame and the vampire covered the wound with his free hand instinctively, crying out and stepping back. Erdawn raised the blade again, but this time the vampire wasn’t surprised, and he brought his sword up to parry - the wound had set him off focus, however, and as the blades met and clanged and scraped at each other like steel dogs, Erdawn managed to flick his wrist and send it chopping into Alucard’s arm, where it stuck weakly, quivering, in the bone of his forearm.

With both his arms in no position to protect himself, Alucard could only watch and snarl in rage as Erdawn grabed him solidly by the chin, heaved him upwards, rolled his shoulders and hurled him like a shotput over the battlefield. He landed with a thump - face-first - uprooting dirt and grass and digging himself a rough road before sliding to a stop (Erdawn’s blade digging deeper into his body). Power crackled down the cimmeran king’s arms and legs and he smiled grimly.

“Come on back, we’re far from finished.”

07-01-2005, 07:41 PM	#43
Erdawn Il Deus Senior Member Join Date: May 2003 Location: Threading the jeweled thrones of earth under my sandalled feet Gender: Posts: 2,985 Thanks: 4 Thanked 45 Times in 39 Posts Points: 23,065.27 Bank: 757.83 Total Points: 23,823.10 Donate	-Damit dammit dammit!- The cimmeran cursed, his footfalls swiftly tapping across the burnt grass, backing away to parry to two swords. -This familiar crap is pissing me off!- The clanging off steel rose above the crackling of the roaring fires (and 9-Volt’s spontaneous combustion). Noticing this, Erdawn snickered. “One down, bat-boy - do you think my friends will let him lie unconscious?” He didn’t wait for an answer or a reaction - instead, he took an elongated stride backwards, grinning like a madman, his eyes like fiery coals that were blue - and whipping his right hand forward - the blade shot across the grass and thunked neatly into Alucard’s trunk, drawing spurts of blood. The vampire hissed, and in that moment of confusion he snapped his hand out and grabbed the vampire’s second familiar… by the hilt. However a sword can manipulate itself it was no match for the muscle in this particular cimmeran’s arm, and with all that muscle he brought Sword forward in a hungry arc at it’s own master. The blade tip sunk a tearing line down Alucard’s shoulder and across his abdomen, ripping shallowly into his guts. Blood gushed out down his frame and the vampire covered the wound with his free hand instinctively, crying out and stepping back. Erdawn raised the blade again, but this time the vampire wasn’t surprised, and he brought his sword up to parry - the wound had set him off focus, however, and as the blades met and clanged and scraped at each other like steel dogs, Erdawn managed to flick his wrist and send it chopping into Alucard’s arm, where it stuck weakly, quivering, in the bone of his forearm. With both his arms in no position to protect himself, Alucard could only watch and snarl in rage as Erdawn grabed him solidly by the chin, heaved him upwards, rolled his shoulders and hurled him like a shotput over the battlefield. He landed with a thump - face-first - uprooting dirt and grass and digging himself a rough road before sliding to a stop (Erdawn’s blade digging deeper into his body). Power crackled down the cimmeran king’s arms and legs and he smiled grimly. “Come on back, we’re far from finished.”