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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #345 on Jun 11, 2012, 9:45pm »
Grayell was left scrambling after the boat had been thrown about and whilst rolling to his side, looking to gain his footing and looking to see if Kiko was ok.... the blast of water crashed into his side and drove him clear across the deck. He would have yelled had he just been treated to a free sinus wash out - but he did flail his arms wide in order to grab anything he could manage.
That too failed and the torrent of water carried him clear of his boat and deposited him over the side, rolling and churning through the water.
He turned, looked to the bubbles and kicked, breaking the surface of the water with a gasp.
"Bloody mages."
He growled, audibly as his hand slapped to the edge of the Catalina and he attempted to haul his nearly drowned carcass back on board. How the hell he was going to fight someone walking on water was beyond him - but he was determined to prove it could be done.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #346 on Jun 12, 2012, 12:55pm »
A snarl broke from Kiko's throat. She answered the Wolf with a sound he was more than familiar with in the midst of battle. There was one problem, though; she had no solid ground to attack the mage.
Kiko had managed to grab the hammock netting that was strung between Catalina's twin hulls. She had been luckier than the Wolf, his body had blocked the blast of water from the mage's staff and her quick fingers had done the rest. She was still clinging to it, too.
She was not foolish however. She would easily be defeated by the sea if she tried to attack the woman. Hell, that blonde mutt didn't need magic to beat them. All she needed to do was deprive them of the boat.
And the yacht itself? Well, it had been blasted, thrown, and toppled by the violent power of the water. But, she was a sturdy vessel and quickly returned to an upright position above the waves. How long she might manage to stay there was another story.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #347 on Jun 13, 2012, 6:02am »
Grayell moved quickly, running the short length of the boat toward the mage. His hand snapped out to grab at a line, the other severing it with his knife. He wound his arm about it and whilst his 'plan' left a lot to be desired, he leaped off the right bow of the boat and into the air towards her.
The rope whipped along the deck, up the mast and then yanked tight with tension, snapping at Grayell's arm and bringing him up in an arc. The momentum of his body carried up and about, his eyes never leaving his target even as he spun - and he whipped his sword into play in the slightest instant. It rang aloud as a scythe of light broke from the keen edge, both steel and the magic intent on cleaving the bitch in twain.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #348 on Jun 13, 2012, 6:23am »
Kiko heard the rope hiss past before she saw it. She scrambled up over the netting to see the Wolf get yanked into the air and flung toward the waiting mage. She saw the streak of light, as well; it lit up the dark sky.
The waves that had been battering the Catalina's hull ceased and went rushing back toward the mage who was shrieking loudly.
NO! NO! NO!
The water brought her higher up into the air and the end of the staff whipped around to block the sword headed for her.
On the boat Kiko blinked water from her eyes and stared at the hull. The remnants of the sea were rushing together. They pooled in the middle of the deck and formed creature that had no face or body just appendages, and each one had hundreds of little leech like protrusions upon them.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #349 on Jun 13, 2012, 6:31am »
He snarled with his battlelust, the clash of weapons triggering his body to react, his right leg whipping toward the mages side as he pressed away, twisting his body to contact and whether it struck or not, bring him twirling back toward the mast. He spotted the elemental (?) as he looked to Kiko, the anger it enticed only bolstering his want to kill this bitch.
He struck the mast with his feet, then kicked off with both legs; again sailing through the air toward the mage. The rope again brought him about in a wide circle, him holding back the blade until he was in range and now cutting once across, then shoulder to hip. He meant to quill her and quickly.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #350 on Jun 13, 2012, 6:37pm »
Kiko, meanwhile, had managed to get to her feet. A good thing, too, considering the construct the mage had created with the remnants of the sea, had started to move. The slippery hull was no issue for the creature; it had no body to speak of and the suckers kept it secure no matter the surface.
Her movements were not nearly so easy. But, she was quick, she was agile, and the sword she carried faster yet. Kiko lopped off two of the closest appendages in the time it took for Grayell to make his next strike at the mage.
The mage gave a piercing shriek with it and the water spout which held her up cut off. She fell like a rock toward the dark waves. The Wolf's blade scored a shoulder and not much more as she dropped out of his reach. She was still shrieking when a cresting wave caught her once more. The water was pouring forth new swells, foam, and mist that surrounded her body and swallowed her up.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #351 on Jun 13, 2012, 11:39pm »
Grayell was spinning like a top on the end of that rope, if not for his gauntlet, his arm would be rather savagely torn. Caught up nonetheless, he waits until he is once again over the deck and cuts himself free, falling to the wet boards with less than graceful style.
He turns, getting his bearings and shaking off the spinning in his head, before he slips out the cabin entrance to appear at Kiko's shoulder. The mage was undoubtedly not finished with them, but the construct was now the immediate target.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #352 on Jun 15, 2012, 2:13pm »
The mage came up out of the foam and mist like a surfer cresting a wave. (This is California, right? Hence the wet suit!) She hit the air and water poured down over the Catalina on either side, again. It left both Kiko and the Wolf with less than reliable footing.
The construct, of course, just continued forward throwing out more of it's leech-like appendages. Kiko was way too busy trying to keep her footing, too; sword work was useless. The mage was screeching some horrible amalgamation of words, as well. The yacht groaned, creaked, and wavered back and forth against the new onslaught.
Grayell spilled out into the deck at Kiko's shoulder the same time the roaring water went rushing past. The lash of new waves hit the hull and sent the prow straight into the air. It was enough to dump them both back against the cabin wall.
And the mage?
She was still riding the board, err... water. The staff was pointed at the waves and two streams dark liquid began to stain the sea.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #353 on Jun 15, 2012, 6:44pm »
He groaned as they were tossed about and scattered like a pair of rag dolls. This was a terrible scenario, the Catalina was too small a vessel to be used fighting sea monsters of watery wenches.
The boom on the mail sail was winging about, as was the rest of the ship - but Grayell clapped his hands onto the wooden beam and lunged onto his feet, whipping it with all the force he could toward the water construct leech thing.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #354 on Jun 17, 2012, 1:01pm »
The boom hit the next two appendages headed for the Catalina's hull. It did not bring the construct down but it was enough to stagger the inexorable pull of the creature. In that they had their opening. Kiko dove forward to hack the rest of the flailing limbs off.
The mage had spun around black water still pouring from the staff. She was above the waves and circling the boat in an ever faster pattern. And the water itself followed her. The crashing waves became a whirlpool and it was coming closer and closer.
The yacht would be uncontrollable the moment it slipped into the spiraling water. If they were going to get out of this trap they had to find a way to get to the mage or shut up her shrieking. Without her voice she was probably weak.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #355 on Jun 17, 2012, 8:51pm »
Grayell was trying to keep up with the utter wet chaos that was going on all about them. The bucking and rolling of the waves, the sails whipping about, the large watery... creature thing that was trying to murder them AND the screaming wet wench who had decided they were dinner.
He'd had enough. Be damned if his ship was getting trashed any further, let alone his love coming to harm. And he'd hit the bitch. The shoulder.
He scrambled to the edge of the boat closest to her, snapped his hand onto the edge and shifted his feet to balance as best he can manage. His teeth were clenched hard enough to snap, his face the very image of anger, eyes locked onto her with unquestionable malice. His hand moved before he spoke, his finger pointing to her before his fingers spread... and he called to it.
"Blood is thicker than water bitch."
He called and cooed in his mind's eye, felt the power of her blood, heard it beat and race through her; could taste the iron. And then he commanded it with an iron will.
Having it his way? He was going to strangle the bitch with that same blood that now spilled from her shoulder. Strangle her til her damned head flew off.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #356 on Jun 21, 2012, 6:10pm »
The mage’s chant cracked with the burst of blood. Her hovering form stuttered, spilled to one side, and the black water pouring from her staff cut off. She was, without warning, now battling a weakened limb. She had dealt with the staff by clutching it to her chest, but at the cost of her equilibrium. She clamped a free hand to her bleeding shoulder are glared across the newborn waves at Grayell.
She did not see the blood forming. The fact that he had managed to hurt her from the deck of his ship infuriated her. Her voice rose with the water now rushing back up into the staff.
"You worthless sack of bones! You are not fit to be my meal today! I will take the girl instead. With a few minor adjustments she will serve me your liver on a silver platter!"
Kiko had been way too busy with the construct to pay more than cursory attention to the screaming mage and she certainly wasn’t going to divide her concentration now. She was tired, she was soaking wet, her shoulders and spine ached from the waves throwing her about the hull. But, the creature she was fighting had been whittled down to less than half of its original appendages. The rest of them were about to be severed too.
She knew her mate. She knew the tone in his voice. The water witch was not long on this world.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #357 on Jun 21, 2012, 8:06pm »
Grayell registered none of what she said. There was little to hear but the mess of water, the groaning of his ship, the yelling of that bitch, the chaos and the one thing that mattered... the heart beat of his Chosen. It was frantic enough that he was upset, that he was quickly approaching murderous.
Oh yes, he meant to kill. But Grayell could do that with composure. He knew how to kill, was very good at it in fact; and did not need to be angered to do so. Some times, too many times most assuredly, killing was easy. A necessity. Or perhaps even a convenience.
He could thrive on pain, endure endless assaults upon his body and mind and kill, without being angered. He could allow himself that rage and so as much, but in the end it was still murder. Snuffing someone out. Taking their everything. Ending them, in their entirety.
But when he was angered, when he was upset, that was when something terrible and red groaned within him, the wolf crashed it's body into the caged walls of his mind, the hunger within it rose and the anger, the fear, the resentment and the all out... disgust with the state of so many living things - well that is when it clawed it's way to the surface and lashed out. That was when he was murderous.
He had no stomach for it, he didn't care to be so primal, but he'd long ago come to terms with that hint of berserker that lurked within him; he'd come to own it and accept it and utilize it. He'd won more battles, true battles with less skill and more than enough downright, blasted defiant zeal to win than he could count. His scars were testament to that.
And he was screaming toward that red hot condition right now, coming dangerously close.
It didn't matter. He was going to kill her before he, to put it commonly... lost his shit.
His hand snapped out again, his fingers reached and then closed much like he was squeezing the very life from something between his hands - and the blood that spilled from her shoulder wound it's way about her neck and squeezed with savage force.
He envisioned her throat in his hands in that moment, he stared into her blasted eyes and wanted, willed her dead. He would kill her now.
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #358 on Jun 23, 2012, 5:25pm »
Whatever words the mage might have screamed, mocked or taunted him with in that moment came out as choking gurgle. Her face turned red, then purple, and finally; dead blue.
It was when the mage was giving up her last gasp of air that the construct she had created fell back into the sea taking the battling Kiko with it. She was no longer fighting leeching tentacles, no longer fighting the lack of traction, instead she was fighting for air, any air in the maelstrom that was the sea.
And something happened in those seconds something she was not prepared for at all. The yacht went up and over her before she could blink the water from her eyes.
The unpredictable sea.
On the surface, the spray of water that had been holding the mage up above the waves vanished, as did the waves themselves. As for the mage, without her power or her life her body was subject to gravity. She slipped beneath the surface of the blackened sea, entirely fitting perhaps, with only the floating staff to mark where she had gone in.
The sea which had been bashing the Catalina's hull just lapped at it now like a gentle lover. Nevertheless, the yacht was a wreck. The sails had been tossed and torn by the power of the sea, the hull was cracked, busted; though thankfully above the water line, and forward of the cabin where the Wolf had last seen Kiko nothing of her remained.
She was not unfamiliar with water. In fact, she had been required to swim the length of the lake next to her village as a prerequisite to learning the sword. Her grandfather would not take her as a student until she accomplished this feat without stopping. It had taken her several months. This exercise continued even after her admission to his school, as well. And, as Kiko soon found out he had required all of his students to do the same. It built strong shoulders, deep lungs, and fluid motion in both arms and legs.
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
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Re: Grayell's. « Reply #359 on Jun 23, 2012, 6:39pm »
Grayell took no time to revel in victory, he was not that sort of many at any rate. He had very little time in fact, as he'd just seen his one love dragged over the edge of what was left of his boat and into the murky brine.
Now, not the first time and likely not the last; he thanked that he had given her that amulet. He had to find her and quick - had to CATCH her and quick. He filled his lungs with air as he severed some rope - then picked up the now free anchor and tossed himself over the edge of the boat. He didn't fight the anchor of course, he only held on firmly. He'd let it drag him to the bottom of the blasted sea if that is what it took to find her.
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