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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 15:22:46 GMT -8
If the enemy is in range, so are you. One of Murphy's Laws of Combat, and one that should never, ever be forgotten. Eralam certainly hadn't.
Which is why he didn't bother trying to check the kick. Nor did he try to counter Diva's block. If she was in range of his foot, she was in range of his saber, which he flicked upwards towards the center of her chest. She could keep trying for his leg, or she could watch her sternum split in two. There wasn't much power behind the blow, but there didn't have to be, since the lightsaber could cut through just about everything but beskar, phrik, and Jesus. And Jesus was on shaky grounds if he ever stopped hiding.
The Shard wasn't unduly worried about the leg anyway; by shifting the angle of the strike upwards a bit, changing the projected point of impact from the Ice Queen's hip to her flank, he would marginally increase the time to impact with the blade. Instead of cutting through cleanly before impact, it would likely only get partially through the limb, assuming she didn't try to block his own lightsaber strike. Might sever some hydraulic lines, but if the kick impacted, both the demon and her blade would hopefully be sent flying across the rooftop. And if she jumped back but tried to continue to threaten the limb, it would take a simple flick of his own wrist to send his blade through hers.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Aug 6, 2013 17:42:53 GMT -8
Many ooos and aaaahs abound, or they would have, if there was enough time to undertake such thoughts. Here's the great thing about Murphy's Military laws: they are completely true. They are applicable in any combat situation. The narrative would like to call in one of them for the benefit of everyone present, including Eralam.
Rule number nine: no plan survives the first contact intact.
Not even counter attacks. For you see, now things were going to start getting interesting, because these both were terribly interesting -even if limiting themselves as demigods.
Her knees were bent, and balance was not an issue. Literally any motion that propelled itself along her legs was completely in her control, and let's be honest about this. Diva has been playing this game for a long time. It would take a hell of a lot more pressure to make her break. But Eralam -he is just self diluted enough to play poker when the game was chess. Firstly, there was his blade strike deal with. Diva was bendy, hella flexible. Her unholy spine tweaks, then twists. Suddenly, she has just bent over backwards with all the expertise of a veteran dancer. Completely twisting would be stupid, what if he follows up an attack? Also, it wasn't needed. Throwing back the shoulders also helped squeeze out another inch or two. Yes, it was graceful to look at, but essentially the quick twist enabled her to completely evade his upward cutting motion. Nay, there was a touch: that blue rose she always carried, tied about her neck with a ribbon? It splits open and spills out a rose or two. Of course, in these high speeds, the rose petals wouldn't fly about until a few seconds later. Next was the still incoming kick which had just been canted upwards. Well, look at that, it turned out that wasn't the best way to continue striking. Should he attempt to, it would now awkwardly graze the hem of her dress as it struggled to follow her now displaced hip. He could potentially shift the angle again, but at this juncture, after so much wiggling, the kick would be weakened to a laughable state. You can't simply shift the muscles or even the mechanical tendons of your leg constantly and expect to maintain the same force. Physics demanded that you were wrong. Go ahead, even try out it out on a punching bag yourself. Try to kick it with a roundhouse while bringing your leg upwards and downwards numerous times. It was clumsy at best.
Now was the time of offense. And all the offense would need was a simple swing and some finger motions. Her wrist had already fallen just past her right kidney, now with the lightsaber blade leaning upwards in an angle that would still be struck by his extended leg. But here was the great part. With a little push of a button, her lightsaber would jump and double in length. Guess what, Diva was short, the saber was already more than halfway to Eralam's person. Guess what happens when the point of her blade is aimed upwards towards the center of his torso? Well, it became the essence of a bullet as the dual phase kicked in with a nice, audible hiss. To make matters worse, her left hand had swung around and now the Deagle was aimed from the side of her left hip.
She wasn't human. She didn't need eyes to aim. And the Deagle's sights were lined perfectly with the center of his hip, right where his robotic tummy would be. Let's see: what happens when you fire a .50 caliber high explosive tipped round into Eralam at two meters? Would his shield hold? Would he try to use the force?
Either way, now the dance was getting just plain sexy.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 18:42:35 GMT -8
Some plans, however, survive better than others. This one was going swimmingly, which was a pretty sure sign that things were going to go pear shaped eventually.
For now though, it was more or less what he had expected.
The backbend would create enough space to protect her from his attack, and it would also buy a crucial split second for the Shard to create space to avoid her counter. Since a roundhouse kick involves quite a lot of lateral momentum, he was able to turn that into something useful. Weight already on the ball of his planted foot, knee bent, it was a simple matter to hop just a bit. Put a little english on the hop, rocking slightly from left to right on the ball of the foot and let physics take over. As the left leg swings over, the Shard is airborne, both feet off the ground and traveling to the right. The motion puts him, for lack of a better phrase, into a barrel roll. The move looks practiced and graceful, but it was a bit too flashy for Eralam's tastes.
Fortunately, flashy or no, it put him out of the path of travel of both the bullet and the blade. The pistol's massive recoil would make an immediate follow-up shot unlikely, and the blade would be contending with its counterpart here shortly, unless Diva proved less fond of her ankles than the average bear.
As he twirled through the air, the Shard tucked his arms in close to his body and across his chest, allowing the speed of the spin to increase a bit. Knees and feet together, extended outwards, they too would be as close to the axis of rotation as possible, further aiding in this endeavor. In no time at all, he was looking at the concrete beneath, and that was when he struck.
It was a simple matter to lash out with his right arm as he came about, a powerful backhanded blow, assited by centrifugal force that cleaved through the duracrete rooftop like a hot lightsaber through a duracrete rooftop. If all went well, the blade would emerge from the floor right beneath the Ice Queen's ankles, and at an angle she would be ill equipped to defend against.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Aug 8, 2013 3:41:51 GMT -8
Perfect. His will to quickly think on a level that would be impossible for a human is what made this duel worth the hip shifting, shoulder wiggling ways as avatars of what is both unnatural yet totally natural blend and compete for supremacy.
Again, even in this posture, a dancer did not have to sacrifice footing to lean back. Oddly enough, leaning backwards at such an angle put even more pressure on the balls of ones boots. Seeing his underhanded attack was something worth a chuckle, since she really didn't see anything from those putrid eyes —just heard the sword and saw a glimmer coming low. Time to move. Diva propelled herself from her boots and begins to jump up whilst throwing the vast reserve of balance backward. Eralam's strike catches nothing but air, close, dangerous, intoxicating with its promise of true oblivion. While the blade is slicing what would have been her left ankle, that self same ankle had risen upwards, extended, and then planted at angle —to work with The Roboninja's comical spin. For the second time in this millennium Diva uses Eralam as a glorified tin springboard, launching herself and the robotic rouge along two opposite vectors.
Details: her thumb switches the saber back to normal as her right hand swings like a swimmer's backstroke, giving her the momentum to spiral head over heels while soaring backwards. Meanwhile, seeing as she wasn't human, aiming her Deagle wasn't an issue. Really, for her, the overpowered pistol didn't feel any heavier than a pen —the recoil? Felt no more than a .22LR pistol firing plinking rounds. Thank the unholy gods who insisted upon her manifestation, because making that Deagle line up and track perfectly with Eralam's spinning and now altered trajectory was nothing but a giggle. B-DAM! A round is sent soaring right into the Robot's center mass. Into was a harsh term. Into was more of the result should he fail to find a way to suspend physics. No, Diva was childish, but not stupid. Even if the .50 HE acton express round struck, it probably would do shit all against armor.
She just wanted him to know she was thinking about him.
Great thing about massive recoil while you're jumping backwards is that now you are jumping backwards on crack. Zippidty doo dah, the extra momentum enables her to tuck and spin up and over and plant her feet on the rooftop just as Eralam would no doubt land. Take nothing for granted: he was fast. She bends her knees not only to keep her stuck there, but also enable quick dodges in any of the eight directions she could use. The right hand raises a guard; the left presses the magazine release.
"And they call me dramatic?!
We fightin, or dancin.
Coz I know wot you want:
I'm gonna take yah to a midnight show tonight
If you keepah secret....
I've got a blanket in the backseat on my mind
and a little place that sits beneath the sky!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2013 5:57:28 GMT -8
While his lightsaber strike killed off most of his spin, Eralam would have probably flown a considerable distance had he not taken advantage of those handy-dandy metal fingers that all the women loved. He plunged a couple on his left hand into the rooftop, providing an axle for the rest of his body to rotate around. While It also allowed him to pull his feet to the ground, the friction bleeding off momentum like mad. The nonskid surface on the bottom of his feet didn't spark dramatically, which somewhat robbed the motion of the melodrama that some feel it might have deserved, but it did give him a measure of control over the maneuver. Result: after a half-spin, the Shard is now facing the Ice Queen, left hand on the ground (though extricated from the rooftop,) saber in the right hand held vertically out in front, tip pointing upwards.
Oh, and he landed a lot quicker than he would have if he'd just gone with the flow. As a result, the bullet cracks off to the right somewhere, and Eralam finds himself planted with plenty of time to watch Diva land. If this had been a normal battle, he'd have just called upon the Force to swat her from the air, but the former Whill resisted the temptation.
Instead, he watched. The bitch was reloading, though there was no way she had fired all seven rounds. He counted three, meaning that there were three still in the mag and one in the chamber. Well, probably 4 still in the mag, because what kind of idiot goes into battle without a round already chambered?
This meant that the bitch was probably swapping out loads. HE rounds are great against flesh and similar soft targets, but shit against armor. She was probably swapping to AP rounds, or at least solid lead. Discarding sabot penetrators maybe? Nah. The Desert Eagle .50 has enough problems without worrying about those. Solid lead wouldn't be a problem, even at extremely close range, unless she cut a hole in his armor and started pumping rounds in. AP rounds would be a little worrying, but the .50AE was not a round well suited to antiarmor purposes. Plenty of mass, but not nearly enough velocity. Common problem with pistol rounds. So a straight hit at under 5 meters might punch through his plating. Anything else was a bit iffy.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Aug 11, 2013 6:50:23 GMT -8
He wanted to stand and watch and wait for an opening? Diva was more than happy to oblige him. After all, he was the one trying to stop her here. She really couldn't care less about killing the non-living, even if the yummy crystal that was just dying to be eaten inside him pulsed and pretended to be a sentient being. The Ice Queen of Roses pins the Deagle into against her left rear quater's cheek in order to hold it in place while fishing into one of those magical pockets that were never there when you looked, but always there when she needed to reload or pull out some more madness. Besides, it was uncouth for a woman to describe where she hid her little helpers, especially if they were hidden underneath the pleats of her skirt. The Dark Side's self propelled manifesto continues to hold up her lightsaber in her dainty looking right hand, in a raised guard. She expected him to attack any second now, and her knees were bent just enough to offer her more quick steps. And should he use the Force and break their agreement, then he should expect another soupped up Force waving contest, alla part two. Right about now, she was sliding in the fresh magazine of rounds smoothly, expecting him to do anything but just stand there and watch.
"You're gonna adore these rounds, Lover."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 3:23:21 GMT -8
Eralam sighed as best as one without lungs could. If he had expected this contest to go this way, he'd have kept his LeMat. That damn thing would make even Diva think twice under these conditions. Still, it was gone. The ammo, however...
Eralam reached into the pouch on his gunbelt. Apparently, the lead balls had been protected enough by the insulated container that they weren't completely slagged. They were kinda stuck together in twos and threes though. The Shard pulled out a likely clump with his left hand as Diva was reloading. He couldn't throw the slugs as fast as a charge of gunpowder, but he could still sling them hard enough to crack bones.
At the moment, survival was best served by distance. He could take out the relatively slow moving rounds from the Deagle with his saber, and he was pretty sure she didn't have anything that could punch through his chest plate at this range anyway.
Without overtly calling on the Force, that pistol was just there to buy time.
And time was something Eralam had in abundance.
"Just as much as I adored the last ones, dear. Seriously, why the Desert Eagle? The .50 version is shit."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 2, 2014 16:22:56 GMT -8
So I have to say I adore this duel for a multitude of reasons. It was technical but not boring. It was fun and star warsy and it sickened me to the core. I'm not even kidding you, after my first read through I had to shower to get the image of Diva contorting like that.
Now onto the judgment. This is a rather odd case where it started out as a fun thing and god modding was allowed. Then you seemed to call that off half way through. As such I really don't want to consider the first half of the duel (up to where you called one life no tricks just duel).
That being said you to flowed off each other well, it's like your lovers or something and you just adore each other so much you tear each other to pieces. Try as she might though Diva just could not find a way to get through Eralams defences, nor he yours Diva. It was a standstill on both sides with no clear winner. As such I am inclined to call this a draw.
Should you wish to continue this duel please PM and we can keep things going.
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