Team match....OF DOOM!

[Alucard]

Alucard pulled out two cards from his pocket. He applied pressure to one card and Demon vanished, then he applied pressure to the second and Sword returned. Sword started to slash at Erdawn and was getting in several nooks and crannies of the blocks. Alucard stood up and pulled the Murasama to an attack position. (OoC: Yes my Murasama is the Blood Sucking sword) Alucard dashed over to Erdawn and started slashing with the Murasama, giving Sword a chance to combat the second blade that the longhunter was weilding.

[Ghost Kitty]

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

9-Volt cried out in pain, realizing that he had truly met his match.

No... Please... Not now... I can't die so pathetically... I CAN'T!!!

9-Volt's eyes began to glow with energy, then powered up for his final attack.

"SONIC SURGE!!!!!!!"

This was 9-Volt's ultimate attack he could do in his Angel forms, this took not only Sonic Energy, but his own life force to use.

"Alucard! Galeforce! I won't be much help to you after this attack! I wish I could stay here a bit longer, but it seems it is my time to lose against my opponent!"

He turned his face to look up at Aidan.

"Heh, never have I fought a worrior like you, you seem to be unbeatable, it seems I am no match for you..."

Then...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Aidan was sent flying in the air, his right arm's bone was shattered and in several places he was bruised, as he was sent flying into the water tower.

9-Volt had used too much energy, he fell to the ground unconsence, he was out of commisson... For now...

OoC:I'm going on vacation, thats why I had to do that, see ya!

[Erdawn Il Deus]

-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.”

[Alucard]

Alucard pulled Sword out of his arm, and Erdawn's sword out of his other. He tossed that sword into one of the burning buildings and had snapped his own shoulder back into place, the flesh mending slightly as all vampire's wounds do. At least he was able to use his arms again. Now he wasn't playing anymore. He grabbed Sword by the hilt, called the Murasama back to him, and Combined the two as one. Alucard, to injured to risk a teleportation, ran at Erdawn, slicing him with Sword, and letting the Murasama to absorb his blood.

[Repster™]

Aidan walked over to 9-Volt and kicked him over, and stared into his “sleeping” face. His left arm exerting pressure on his right to realign his bones as they knitted and his flesh regenerated at amazing speed.
“Like you said boy, only a weakling would rely on weapons and tricks.” He spat out a mouth full of blood on him and turned to Galeforce.
“So, are you planning on accepting your weakness, or are you as much of a fool as he and try to fight me at my own advantage?”
His face adorned a wide smirk his silvered fangs glimmering in the light. His golden eye glowing slightly as it met Galeforce’s, who noted that the monk’s arm was back in full fighting shape.

[Galefore]

OOC: Just so you know, my name is Galefore. There is no c. Sorry for the confusion.

"Weakness?!" He said, as the annoying monk stared at him. Galefore picked the monk up with lightning, holding him in the air. He wasn't going to drop him, but he was concerned that Aidan hadn't attempted to escape one of hisweakest attacks. The monk suddenly broke free and punched Galefore into a wall, as the gerudo looked onein surprise. He almost didn't notice the punch, then got up. He stared at the man, then ascended to the sky, taking a dive at his opponent with his spear.

[ July 07, 2005, 05:44 PM: Message edited by: Galefore ]

[Repster™]

Aidan watched as Galefore dropped down and smirked at his opponent’s face as the spear impaled him bringing both warriors face to face.
“Now, that stung. This won’t.” Chuckled out Aidan as he placed his hand over Galefore’s face. The moustached one felt a slight increasing in heat in his facial area before he knew what happened when something blocked to formation of a fireball. It exploded immediately. Aidan only grunted as the spear ripped threw his chest. He was more concerned with his hand that had been decimated bloodying Galefore as he was shot away by the point blank explosion. Oh well, it was already repairing itself. It would just take some time more then his already fixed chest.

Aidan turned around and kicked 9-volt to see if he was conscious again. He shrugged realising he wasn’t and turned his attention back to the gerudo.

[Erdawn Il Deus]

The moment his blood seeped into the groove of murasama, Erdawn had an epiphany. Well, more like an idea. Whatever the case, he pulled out all knowledge of deitic presence beyond the frail walls of the universe he had, and summoned strength and power. Because Time is irrelevant here – as it is everywhere, but in a more pronounced way – not even a second passed as the murasama kept on its journey from the flesh of Erdawn’s chest, scraping hard against ribs but not severing anything important.

The longhunter’s mind opened to every totemic spiritual channel he had to the stuffs of his own body, and called upon his every ounce of energy. To put it briefly – mutual burning. The mitochondria in his cells flared, and their reserves of energy flashed hot and white and his very skin baked, steamed, his hair and eyebrows caught fire – hell, his clothes caught fire. His hissed at the agony, but Alucard got the worst of it.

The still-living blood of the longhunter wetting the vampire’s blade suddenly exploded in a vacuuming blossom of channelled energy and fires so brilliant it practically baked the retinas off Alucard’s eyeballs, blinding him in a sea of anguish (they would regenerate, in time, but for now he was blind and crippled). His skin blackened and burst into flame and charred right off the bones of his face, and his upper-body snapped back at the impact of the explosion and flopped backwards, landing on his body, twitching and smoking. His blade clattered from his hand, charred, and steaming, wounded – if such a word was proper - and grievously – by the very flesh it had tried to devour. Erdawn bellowed a deep, bass chuckle. His skin was baked as well, and his clothing hung off his frame in burning tatters, but this only succeeded in magnifying the glorious threat presented by his presence. His eyes sparked with hadean blue fires. He stood and was terrible.

Alucard wrenched his body upwards, gasping for breath, but the longhunter just plopped down on his knees and grabbed the nosferatu’s ankle in powerful, knuckles hands.

“Hoop-lah!” he said, pulling with his arms, and dragging Alucard from the ground, lifting him over his head by his legs and swinging him downwards like a fire-axe.

Wham.

He used the bounced to swing again, over his head.

Wham.

Again, swinging with the bounce, he brought Alucard, bleeding, bashed, and sucking on clods of dirt, over his head… but this time he let go at the apogee of the arc, and Alucard went sailing off. He smashed through the roof of a burning building and the whole thing crumpled and collapsed like a stunted tree on top of him in a whirlwind of fire and smoke and charred wooden boards.

Erdawn flexed.

“No rest for the weary.” He sighed, and strode across the burning field with stoic power, his clothes still smouldering.

[Alucard]

Alucard got to his feet. When he walked out of the building, his hair was charred and his armor was blackened. He had tried to prevent himself from doing the spell that he was holding back on, but now was the time for him to use it.

Before Erdawn could get close, Alucard said the words "Soul Steal," but instead of being pulled from his oponents and his allies, it was pulled in from the very flames that surrounded him, extinguishing them. When the energy came to him, he didn't absorb it like he normally did. Instead, he catches it all in his hand and focuses it into a sword. Alucard grabbed the Murasama, which Sword returned to him, and put in into the Soul Blade.

The sword took on a solid form now, forming the Murasama's Soul, a sword that feeds off of, not only the blood, but the lifeforce of the one that it cuts. Alucard finished this little ritual just in time as Erdawn was within a sword's lenght away from him. Alucard swung the sword, expecting to hit Erdawn, but for some reason, it totally missed him. Upon closer view, with a second attack, Erdawn was dodging ever so slightly so it seems that he kept missing. Alucard must be tired, otherwise he would not be missing so much.

[Galefore]

Galefore's eyes were wide at this sudden shock. It was a definate surprise to be smacked in the face by a point blank fireball, and it had caused a bloody mess all over his face. His moustache was sparking repeatedly, as he wiped the blood off of himself. His opponent was now temporarily handless, which was an obvious advantage, considering that Galefore himself has one and only one weakness. This weakness wouldn't even be uttered here, on a field of battle. The monk before him was staring at his nub, until he looked up at the Gerudo. Galefore was about to snap, at such an insolent little cocky... but he realized, this was his usual tactic. To be cocky and annoying enough to weaken his opponents. Galefore decided to turn the ol' cocky juice on again, and smiled widely.

"Well Aidan, I guess my little friend here caused a flesh wound. You don't mind pain though, do ya nubby?" He said, laughing at his own little poke at the monk's "accident".