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08-21-2013, 10:33 AM
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Levi |
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We will not lose. When the brute flew towards his opponent with sanded armor, he had succeeded in striking his foe in the tail-end top of the brindle’s hindquarters. The flow of energy he used to strike out was powerful, but he did not use all of his energy. He felt his muscles tensing as his opponent reacted quickly, almost instantly. The brindle’s rear popped into the air and Levi did not have enough time to move out of his way. Levi tried to dodge the sudden bursts of kicks moving to the right and then to the left. Anxiety began to take over his body as he watched out of the corner of his eye, the kicks coming towards him feeling as though there was nothing he could do. The armor he had suddenly thrown together did not cover his stomach. His flesh was open and an easy target. Suddenly both of the Brindle’s hooves struck the left side Levi’s stomach. Levi winced in pain, feeling as though to large knives had cut into his abdomen. He couldn’t breathe. His breath was always there, and in the blink of an eye it was taken away. He gasped and clutched for the precious air that mocked him as he pierced through it. It was as though the air taunted him, laughing from every direction. His throat began to be an abyss, and nothing was coming in or out. Clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes the brute gasped for air again. The pure air came flowing through his nostrils, and then flew into his throat. He was starting to regain composure. We WILL not lose. When he turned left after landing to face his brindled foe, he stood tall, waiting to see what the weaver had to say for himself. Levi listened, but he did not acknowledge a word he was saying. Levi knew that Crowley was just trying to rile him up, get him angry and unfocused. The sinister laugh made Levi want to cringe, but he just scorned an evil glare back towards Crowley and his dumb mutt. Wowww, Levi thought to himself You’re going to use a FLEABAG to help you fight? You’re not a true warrior because if you were you would fight me yourself. Levi leaped forwards once again, pushing off the comforting sands which made up his desert home. His teeth were bared open, ready to face the brindled and his mutt. They raced towards each other, Levi pushing himself into a steady canter. His bones ached for more and his heart beat steadily. The soldier anticipated, preparing for any sort of movement that his foe might attempt. The opponent came to Levi’s left side. Levi saw his head tilt and he knew that Crowley was going to attempt to scrape him with his horns. Levi moved towards the right, slightly, but it was all too quick. Crowley scraped his left side, near his rib cage, tearing into the skin. Levi grunted again in pain, but it wasn’t too bad. It would probably leave a slight scab. As he passed Crowley he flapped his left wing hard towards his face or anywhere he might be able to temporarily stun his foe. Quickly after, Levi saw Crowley’s butt twisting towards him. Levi moved to the right and dodged the attack. Levi did not attack Crowley again, like he would have, because he had another pleasant surprise coming his way… joy We WILL NOT lose. The demon came sprinting towards Levi, leaping into the air as Levi moved to the right. If the mutt was trying to leap onto his left wing, then he succeeded, but partly. The mutt grabbed his left wing, weighing Levi down. Levi kept running, as the dog gripped to the lower part of his wing with his jaw wrapped around it. Levi screamed in pain as the mutt’s daggers dug into the skin and flesh of the wing. Levi attempted to shake the dog off, but knew that wouldn’t work. Feathers were flying everywhere. Levi quickly twisted his butt to the right, swinging his powerful legs towards the mutt, aiming to kick him off, wherever that would be. If that did not work, then Levi attempted another attack to the mutt. His bared his teeth as he craned his neck, attempting to bite the demons neck. He hoped that at least one of these attacks would work. Even if Levi were to lose this battle, he was not going to give up… no matter what. We will be victorious. [ PC: 2/4 MC: 1/2 @[Crowley] ] "Talk talk talk." |
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