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Post by ElliBleu on Feb 16, 2010 22:36:22 GMT -6
[[Kiri's such a stuck up brat but I kinda felt bad writing this. X3]]
Being psychic had its advantages, though being entirely distracted rarely worked in one’s favor. It was the twitch of an ear rather than any clairvoyant ability that alerted Kirin to the descending plat-type, reflex rather than ability that had the shimmering wall of Reflect slamming into place before he’d even thought it through. The Breloom was stronger than she looked. That and Kadrabra’s weren’t particularly known for their physical capabilities, a rather underdeveloped defense one of them.
The blow knocked the blonde off his feet, tumbling head-over-tail backwards before skidding to a stop on his side. He could only blink stupidly at the dirt for a few long seconds, brain still trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened. “Ow…” he muttered darkly, slowly sitting up to rub the back of his hand across a skinned, lightly bleeding cheek and jaw. Some further shifting alerted him to a growing general ache, a similarly scraped shoulder, and a hip bruised from his less than graceful landing.
Spectacular, he'd be walking with a limp for a few days. Lae was just going to love that.
When the arena stopped the worst of it’s spinning he climbed to his feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment as his rattled vision worked everything into proper focus. It took a few more blinks for him to realize his glasses were gone, though Kiri kept his eyes warily on the Breloom rather than glance around for them. He could go without the glasses if it meant potentially avoiding another hit like that.
Scowling, he shifted again. It turned into a stumble as his injured hip protested against the weight, leaving him on one knee in the dirt and glowering at the other poké. Reflect would last a bit longer, offering some protection, but another couple hits like that and Kiri knew he’d be very unconscious. With a pained hiss he was forcibly reminded of the plants still clinging tenaciously to him, feeling them starting to sap his energy bit by bit.
Short, sharp fangs bit into his lip, glaring more determinedly at the woman. He still couldn’t believe she’d hit him. Perfectly still, waiting for her next move, Kiri started the process of gathering psychic force. He’d at least hit back next time.
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Post by Netreemic on Mar 6, 2010 22:21:49 GMT -6
[D: ]
Rebounding with a flip from her contact with the Reflect, Berry landed in a crouch as dust exploded into the air. The grinding snarl of gravel-on-flesh came to an abrupt stop and tense silence filled the empty space. Breath caught in anticipation and faced with a immobile foe, Berry was nearly bursting with adrenaline. Then a quiet ow broke the silence and her breath escaped in a huff. Clearly the hasty reflect had been effective enough.
Watching the guy stumble around, however, argued it had still been rather successful…but Berry felt no sense of victory. It had been a decent kick that her teacher would be proud of. Especially so given she landed it on a physic who should have flickered away before she got so close. But…she felt like she had mugged the guy. His previous attempts to avoid the fight now looked less like an insult to her skills and more like his own self-preservation. Not that she stereotyped guys with glasses, but maybe she should have. He didn’t know how to roll with the punches. That Reflect had done more damage to himself than it should have. Too much of a wall, too little of a slide. He took the force of the blow on himself instead of redirecting it.
Eyes narrowed and regarding the morph from a safe distance, Berry reconsidered if she should continue. Watching Kincaid fighting previously, she had been certain he had held back out of fear of actually hurting the woman. And his attacks of fire and poison could definitely do serious damage. Practicing in the dojo with mats and those who know how to fall and block correctly…she hadn’t really considered the real life repercussions. Leech seeds and physical blows never stuck her as dangerous, but faced with a bleeding slap of reality she was somewhat unsettled.
Eyebrows crinkling in concern, she shifted her stance to the right a little to check his reaction. He was swaying kind of funny and she thought perhaps he had been concussed during his roll. Her gut did a flip-flop when he fell to his knees again, glaring daggers and oozing defiant annoyance. A smile crept back onto her face. Tough bugger.
Reassured that she had given him enough time to call it quits and taking his glare as a challenge, Berry darted to the side. Trusting his head to still be spinning and his position on his knees to reduce his ability to keep her within sight, she lashed out a quick kick to the still glinting shield before springing to rapid lay a couple rapid punches from behind. It could only last so long and she could hope that keeping up the strain would break it faster. She wasn’t worried about tiring herself out after all. Every moment saw her brimming with energy as power was pilfered from the Kadabra and added to her own. Stirring up more and more dust with her rapid movements, she worked to keep him guessing where she might lunge next. Dealing with a physic, anything that could improve her unexpectability was a good advantage.
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Post by ElliBleu on Mar 21, 2010 22:48:18 GMT -6
[ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR, NET. No sadfaces! Kiri needs to be beaten up, anyways.]
Kirin swore quietly to himself when the woman moved again, squinting his eyes shut and trying not to ignore the increasing sap of the leech seeds, the painful concussions on his Reflection, and the chaotic atmosphere of the coliseum pressing much too heavily on the unwillingly empathetic psychic. The Breloom was nothing but a blur of motion and thoughts and force bearing in on his self, making the Kadabra spare some offhanded regret at the loss of his glasses. It was a stupid habit, entirely in his head and utterly ridiculous, but he always found it easier to distance the stimulus of everything, keep it outside his own, when it was kept beyond that little physical barrier of glass.
It hurt, a lot, and the pain was keeping the psychic very distracted. He was overtaxed; his physical needs demanding precedence over his attempts at harboring the metaphysical power that was his breed’s mark. He couldn’t focus on the Breloom, build a counterattack, and maintain consciousness and the shield. He wasn’t a fighter in any sense of the word, and really didn’t ever pretend to be.
The Reflect broke, shattering like ephemeral glass with a piercing shriek only Kiri could hear that made his blond ears pin back against his hair. He missed Lae, curled his hand into a fist and pressed the tip of his thumb against the silver band around his finger.
It wasn’t enough for his intended attack yet, but the Kadabra didn’t have much of a choice. What psychic energy he had accumulated gathered in a violet ring around where he crouched, spinning with increasing speed and humming audibly before pulsating, splintering into sharp crescents of psychic force and shooting out and away from the Kadabra into the cloud of growing dust.
Not so very much, but maybe enough to get her to back off for a moment, let the world stop being so loud and heavy and tumultuous. He wasn’t a fighter, not at all, but he was much too proud to just walk away.
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Post by Netreemic on May 31, 2010 18:39:11 GMT -6
[*grabs Kincaid’s hand and points at Kiri* See puppy? We need to work on that for you.]
Berry grunted in surprise as her kick, aimed at the Kadabra as his barrier fell, was slapped aside by an explosive force. Tumbling back, she cringed as she settled her weight on her left leg to halt her roll. The shock wave had caught it at the worst moment and bent it the wrong way, muscles straining ways they shouldn’t and joints stressed unnaturally as the force wrenched it sideways. The stolen energy from the seedlings shifted to focus on the limb, lighting up like a green beacon in the dust cloud. Easy target.
Puffing up her chest and clenching her jaw, a dense cloud of particles erupted to fill the dusty air. Even if the stun spores didn’t take, the added impairment of visibility would help until her leg was sorted out and stopped glowing. Springing with her right, Berry hugged her left tight with her tail and quietly somersaulted to a different position. She felt cheap for attempting to paralyze her opponent, but she forced that aside on grounds that she wasn’t going to punch him if he wasn’t moving. Though, he was a psychic. Not like he really needed to move to win.
She rolled carefully into handstand, eyes trained where she new the Kadabra to be. Or at least thought he would still be. Considering this problem, she worked to quiet her breathing from its excited rasp. Her hat dropped off and flopped onto the gravel, allowing her sweaty hair to fluff free. She squeaked in surprise before shifting to one hand, the other quickly reaching to stuff the worn bucket cap back onto her head. She rolled on her single palm, eyes darting to see if the sound had attracted any violent attention.
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