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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 21:44:38 GMT
"I'm not a Beast," Belle said, sounding legitimately hurt. The pain was easy to see across her features, even as she recognized the electricity and immediately judged every weak point. "At least. Not yet."
She looked completely ignorant, but a warrior's brain began to click away into her head. Her head tilted to the other side with a flick of her tail.
"He's not my friend!" She cooed, clapping her hands together. "He's my cousin!!"
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Post by Don on Mar 1, 2016 21:45:14 GMT
"Just get this over with so we can get away from it!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 1, 2016 21:53:04 GMT
Angel raised an eyebrow. Mental attacks. Is he trying to throw her off her game or does he mean it? Angel quickly disregarded his statements. Either way it didn't matter much Belle was well trained... and to naive for those kinds of attacks to matter. Still those swords... He was curious how Belle would handle the situation, he wasn't entirely sure how he would do it.
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 21:59:10 GMT
Eto smirked, there was no joy in that look, even Don would feel the darkness present in his voice. "That's what they all have said. Beast." He growled the last word lashing out with half the shards, the ones behind him in a horizontal line at shin level, angling the attack so that it would be easy to redirect whether or not the beast choose to dodge.
"They'll kill all of us should we fail." He was snarling growling, furious with both the beast and her companion. Did they think two more vampires would really matter in a war with those disgusting Eastern creatures?
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 22:05:18 GMT
Why did he hate her so much? She looked sad as she dodged the shards, bounding over them. If he wanted a Beast... Her eyes flashed a dangerous, vampiric red, her blood pushing through her veins. She launched at him, hoping to fake him out with a swipe towards the side of his electric shield.
Belle was trying to get behind him long enough to kick him in the small of his back.
With a 7strength.
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 22:37:49 GMT
She rushed and he moved with speed akin to her own. Moving his kinetic scimitar up to block her oncoming swipe. If she hit the sword, it would turn black and Eto would release the energy as soon as she collided with the sword, pushing all the force she used back into the paw that had swung at him. Sending her back with equal amount of force directly opposite of the direction of his scimitar.
Should he succeed he'd stand there watching for her, waiting for her. Beasts were stubborn creatures, bringing one to heel was far more difficult than putting one down.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 22:41:20 GMT
"Mmmmmroooooooow!"
The little kitten girl flew back, across the arena, and collided with the wall. It cracked under her weight and began chipping away as she fell to the ground, landing on her feet and fingers. Shock registered across her face.
Then, true to anime, she rushed back at a speed surprising even to the Frost Queen. She stood on all fours just before Eto, a look of excitement and happiness plastered across her features. "Meow! Do that again!! Right MEOW please!!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 1, 2016 23:00:23 GMT
Angel was shocked when his Cousin went flying for reasons he couldn't understand... At first. As he thought about it he realized that it must be something about the sword.
But before he could dwell on it Belle was back in the game, even more amused at the fact he was able to send her flying. Her happiness was infectious and brought a smile to his lips. Maybe they would be alright after all.
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 23:22:34 GMT
Eto's brows knit together and he called out to Amy, careful to keep his eyes on the beast. "How do you want me to proceed? We can do this all night and accomplish nothing." His voice was filled with that same level of control, merely hinting at the barely bridled rage he felt.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 23:33:10 GMT
Amy continued to stare at the pair as Belle looked up at him, meowing softly, trying to get his attention. She wasn't quite certain what had just transpired, but Eto didn't look as if he could hold himself back for much longer. She could feel the heat turning her frost to steam. It made her feel physically ill, and it was starting to become difficult to focus on the fight at hand.
"Have you properly assessed her combative capabilities, Mister Vadia?" She asked, forcing herself to look unaffected. She could not allow anyone to know just how much she was suffering; if these two probed to be traitors, she needed to remain the unflappable Amy O'Connor.
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Post by Don on Mar 1, 2016 23:33:43 GMT
"Kill it!!" Don squeaked from her perch.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 1, 2016 23:50:17 GMT
Angel watched the stranger called Vadia curious and wary of his answer. He would keep his focus even despite the person in the rafters shouting for the death of his Cousin. What would he say...
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Post by Eto on Mar 2, 2016 0:12:50 GMT
Just as quickly as it had been drawn the scimitar was returned to its jeweled scabbard, and he turned heading for the exit. "She hits with enough force to level a building, and she can recover from that amount of force being applied to her almost instantly. Be aware that it's a beast with this strength, and I don't trust beasts."
Eto would pause at the entrance to the arena and take a slow deep breath, turning to Don. His words directed once again at Amy. "She is powerful oddly titled prince. I would be wary, powerful beasts are the most likely to turn on their masters when they show weakness."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 2, 2016 0:44:37 GMT
The Prince offered a single nod, words becoming more difficult in her steamed brain. She needed to either leave the room or get in a shower as quickly as she could manage before her body rejected the heat completely. "I understand. Thank you, Mister Vadia. You and Don may leave, now."
Then, the woman turned towards her husband, leaning into his arms in an attempt to draw strength from his warmth, so very different than the hellish, literally, heat that Eto and Don filled the room with. "Octavian, my love. I'm going to go get a drink. Would you mind introducing these two to the rules of our City?"
With a little kiss, she turned to follow the Assamite and his... companion? Friend? Lov--... Don out of the room, shuddering at the direction her thoughts almost went.
Belle had flipped onto her back and was whining. "But but but I wanted to fly again, meow..."
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Post by Don on Mar 2, 2016 0:47:54 GMT
Don slithered free from her hiding place, dropping down to the ground near Eto, jumping up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist. She hissed at the cat again.
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