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Assassins Creed [marr] Nov 3, 2013 22:07:01 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 3, 2013 22:07:01 GMT -5

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Jax felt super drained. Tired. Exhausted. The latest attack that he played on the man was suppose to dig deep within his skin. The head of the spear was suppose to meet and break into his flesh like it did once within his stomach, but he was once again fast. Deflecting the spear like a fly in the wind. As if to nonverbally tell him that he was a horrible career. A way of saying that he was worthless standing in front of him with the spear in battle. A block!

"LUCKY..." Jax spat at him, throwing the spit at his feet in disgust of his speed and reactions. Furiously, he missed the way he was so quick to throw away the binded rope and scoop up yet something else. Something really thick that was found out of nature. Just something lying around and before he knew it, the stick thingy whizzed through the air and with a sudden 'CRACK', shattered something in his lower leg. His shin, to be exact. The way the sound penetrated his ears, he knew that the outcome wasn't good. He knew, and felt, that his leg was broken. A part of him was suffering from the thing that Demitri had suddenly proclaimed his newest weapon. The challenge he set upon this guy was proving to be his downfall.

The current was now trying to pull him under. The salty water wanting to take yet another sacrifice as he felt something form in one eye. Something wet, but he blinked it away. He used the spear a moment to steady himself, his one bad leg bent upward. How was he going to fight now? When he could barely even stand. He felt behind him, in the pocket of his pants. The fishing knife that was his own. A skill that would only be useful once, and he knew he had to make it count. He whipped it out, unsheathed the end and threw it with force.

[Attacks Demitri with a thrown fishing knife]
[dice=200+9000]
[Deep Gash on Forearm -- 7.5 damage]

Jax: 34.5 Damage

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Assassins Creed [marr] Nov 3, 2013 22:20:36 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 3, 2013 22:20:36 GMT -5

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1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]B[/font]oom, crack, crunch and smile. My stick came crashing down on the boys leg, a satisfying filling my ears, making my whole body feel fluffy with glee. That was more like it. Swing my stick onto my shoulder I smile, a chuckle escaping my lips. He looked to pathetic on the ground, so small, so insignificant. I was so tempted just to slam my foot down onto the broken leg, to make the snapped bone crumble until it was nothing but powder, but I resist, my body allowing me to fall to my knee, my eyes dancing mockingly as I eyes the boy.

"thought you could win, didn't you? Ha. Well guess what you cant, you never could. You are nothing, nothing but a useless scrap of skin. You will die, right here, right now. I promise." And with that I lift my stick above my head and send it crashing into the boys body.

[attacks Jax with pointy stick]
[dice=200+7000]
[Bruised Left Collar Bone -- 2.0 damage]

Demitri :: 33

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Assassins Creed [marr] Nov 3, 2013 22:32:37 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 3, 2013 22:32:37 GMT -5

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The knife was thrown. The blade was sharp and unforgiving against him. The flesh of the man, severed in part so that more of his blood would escape his body. More blood to leave would ultimately mean that he would be weakened the more he went on. The more he fought. Even with a broken leg, at least that didn't mean my blood would leave me faster. The pain was too much to bear now. The edges of my eyes seemed to darken to just a hint before I felt something smack into my shoulder. The bruise that would form would be awfully pretty in a few days, but I only hoped that I would live to see that day. I wanted to see the colors. The purple turn to blue. The blue to a dull ugly brown. I wanted to see the fading yellow hue that would then disappear, but hold forever the memory of this fight. My only task now, was to finish him off. It woudln't take much. One more stab to the stomach. One jab into the neck. One more anger filled attack and I would become something to be feared...

"I will win... but don't... make promises.. that you can't keep or control." Jax growled out, and with the most painful feeling he took a step on his broken leg, letting it blind him in pure adrenaline, the pain being numbed to a point that he could ignore it for this one more hit. One more attack. It would all be over, but for whom? Who would come out alive. The spear suddenly rounded his head, circling around as he slashed at Demitri with strenth in his arms that pushed it forward.

[Attacks Demitri with a thrown fishing knife]
[dice=200+3000]
Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage

Jax: 36.5 Damage

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Assassins Creed [marr] Nov 3, 2013 23:41:06 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 3, 2013 23:41:06 GMT -5

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1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]W[/font]hy? why wont the little twerp just die? For so long now I have told myself that this is the last hit, that just one more knock on the head and he'll be a goner. But no! HE IS STILL HERE! Raged filled me, a rage so strong that I could barely control it. Never before have I had such a battle on my hands. They always give u, always. But not this guy. Somewhere deep inside me I felt respect for him, but right now I couldn't managed to reach down and grab it. I had had enough. I just wanted to paint a picture with his blood, is that really to much to ask for?

"Oh my Ripred! You always come back don't you, your little fighter, thats what you are. BUT FOR CHRIST SAKE STOP FIGHTING! just let death take you, please, for both our sakes. I am tired, so so tired, so just stop. Lay still. Come on now, I promise it wont hurt. Much."

[attacks Jax with pointy stick]
[dice=200+7000]
[block]

Demitri :: 33

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Assassins Creed [marr] Nov 3, 2013 23:51:31 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 3, 2013 23:51:31 GMT -5

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His body was draining. So many muscles were screaming for him to stop. To let him fall where he stands, but there was still a chance. There was always a chance for him to win against this raging ocean wave. He will not submit to him. Jax knows better than to just let go. He is a fighter, through and through. To let such a battle go to waste wasn't in his nature. He needed to finish this soon, for he felt as though his body would give out at any moment.

"I told you. I won't die. I was meant to live for a reason. This is the reason, and I will do what I was trained to do. To take down threats like you. No matter how much I want to fall... I can't. I won't. I deserve this." Jax explained, his breaths so shallow. His leg shaking with weakness. His stomach searing with pain. This was the deciding moment. It happened so fast. He attacks. Jax blocks. There's not a second inbetween his movements that he was so close that he immediately brought the spear to meet with flesh.

[Attacks Demitri with spear]
[dice=200+3000]
3026 -- Block -- 0.0 damage

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Assassins Creed [marr] Nov 4, 2013 0:23:24 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 4, 2013 0:23:24 GMT -5

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1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]I[/font] swear I could have just choked myself then and there. I didn't get it, I truly did not understand how this kid was still breathing. It was driving me nuts. With a frustrated howl I throw myself at the boy, pinning his body to the ground. "JUST DIE!" I scream at him,spit and sweat flying in all different directions. I was so tired, so drained-mentally and physically, I just couldn't take it anymore. "I am going to shove this stick down your throat- so far that I will be able to pull it out from the other end," I growl, my eyes flashing, my breath ragged and rapid.

[attacks Jax with pointy stick]
[dice=200+7000]
[Broken Left Femur -- 7.5 damage]

then he stopped moving. I smile, and collapse. I had done it, I had really done it. I was the winner. Me. "Told ya you would die. Should have taken it the easy way, you piece of rubbish."

Demitri :: 36

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