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Post by Coriolis on Sept 1, 2004 16:08:29 GMT
*The Tiger desperately tries to throw on the brakes to avoid the incoming fireball. Not an easy task when in mid-air. The fireball misses by inches but does set light to his flailing tail.*
*A deep yowling fills the hall as Fear neatly side-steps the aborted attack, simultaneously watching the cat land then instantly curl-up and keeping the charged fire-ball trained on the stricken woman*
*Coriolis is still unbound but held in place by his own helplessness*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 1, 2004 16:19:14 GMT
*Midnight tries to intervene with the shape-shifters transformation but when she tries to move she realises she is bound.* *Mutter's* Not again!! *Watching the now tiger pounce toward Lord Fear she sighs.* *Mutters* and you said I hadn't learnt control. *Midnight watches in horror as one fireball is thrown at the shape-shifter and one aimed at her. She decides the best thing is to keep her mouth shut......for now.
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Post by Lord Fear on Sept 1, 2004 16:21:24 GMT
"Be a nice little Tiger and lie down, uneless you want a chargrilled friend" said Lord Fear as he held the Fireball just a few centimetres away from Midnight, but enough for her to fell the heat of the ball.
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Post by Midnight on Sept 1, 2004 16:33:22 GMT
*Midnight watches the fireball get closer and closer til she can feel the heat from it and begins to wonder whether her hair is getting singed or whether she is just smelling the singed fur from the tiger.*
*Looking over at the shape-shifter she wonders.*
*Thinks* I knew it was the right thing for doing what I did. Now were both in trouble.If only I hadn't of gone on that damn spirit-walk. Then neither of us would be in this mess.
*Turning her face slightly to look at Lord Fear.*
*To Lord Fear.* What do you want??
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Post by Lord Fear on Sept 1, 2004 16:36:19 GMT
"Why would I be telling someone who serves in a Inn like you?, now answer me that." said Lord Fear making the Fireball abit bigger.
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 1, 2004 16:41:33 GMT
*A deep resonating growl is heard off to one side. The Tiger may be down but he is not out...* You seem to have us at your mercy MAGE... Make your demands! What do you want of us?
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Post by Lord Fear on Sept 1, 2004 16:44:35 GMT
*Lord Fear thinks for a few seconds*
"I'll get back to you on that one" says Lord Fear rolling his left eye to the back of his head but not taking his eye of Coriolis and keeps his Fireball right next to Midnight.
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Post by Midnight on Sept 1, 2004 16:58:24 GMT
*Midnight is getting seriously fed up with all this heat and fire her tongue is begining to come loose.*
Why do you have to get back to us on that one?? Are you not the one in charge around here??
*Glancing at Sly who is still on the floor.*
Or is he really in charge around here and you have to wait for him to awake to get orders from him??? I always did wonder who was the great man behind your face. It seems it wasn't you....just what I thought.
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Post by Lord Fear on Sept 1, 2004 17:02:54 GMT
*Lord Fear slaps Midnight in the face for that comment*
"I'm the Leader of the Opposition, I don't jave a boss, and if you want to live you better keep those comments to yourself, if you want to live" said Lord Fear bringing the Fireball closer to Midnight.
"These things take time to think"
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 1, 2004 17:18:34 GMT
*The Techno-Mage is so engrossed in his Gloating that he hasn't realised that Coriolis has faded and is circling around behind him.*
*The Tiger has all the time he needs to plan his attack...*
*Lunging Forward with perfectly timed grace he lands on Lord Fears back and latches teeth around his neck. The Techno-Mage is knocked forward, The fireball glancing off the floor and setting light to Midnights bonds. It doesn't take long for the Magical fire to burn through...*
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Post by Lord Fear on Sept 1, 2004 17:20:25 GMT
Lord Fear freezes as he feels Coriolis teeth around his neck, he smirks as he cunjures up anther Fireball and throws it in to Coriolis' chest.
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 1, 2004 17:28:13 GMT
[OOC: you're not getting away that easily!]
* The flame seems to be about to burn through the rope binding Midnight's hands when suddenly it shoots back along it and off towards Lord Fear. Fortunately for the latter, Coriolis's head is in the way. The rope repairs itself instantly. Seeing this, Hands smirks. *
That's me magic rope. Bet yer didn't know that.
[Thinks] Neither did I, in fact.
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Post by Midnight on Sept 1, 2004 17:43:14 GMT
*Midnight watches with hope as the rope begins to burn then dismay as the rope begins to repair itself again..* *Looking up to see Sly Hands standing and awake.* *Thinks* Fine if thats the way you want to play...let's begin.... *The jewel begins to glow a fierce blue. Midnight changes from the slim thing in half a dress to a annoyed panther with in seconds. Causing the bounds to stretch and finally snap as her hands change into paws...* *She then pounces at the tiger pushing him out of the way of the incoming fireball but ends up catching it on her side as it catches her slightly...... it may only of been slightly but enough to singe her fur and cause her skin to burn..... *This causes a almighty roar to escape her throat*
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 1, 2004 17:59:35 GMT
*Skidding and Skating along the Marble floor, Coriolis hears the roar of pain and it shakes him to the core. He swore to protect Rhiannon but his actions could be blamed for her being here...*
*He bounds over to the wounded Panther, Placing himself between her and the enraged Techno-Mage...*
HOLD SORCEROR! Our deaths would deprive you of your trophies... It's clear that defeating you physically is a fools errand... I have no wish to see further harm become of her....
*Frustrated and downcast, the tiger lies down and awaits his fate...*
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Post by Lord Fear on Sept 1, 2004 18:34:07 GMT
"Who says I need trophies" said Lord Fear grtting his Sword out, he press a button on it making the Sword become 2 Swords and a raises one ready to bring it down on Coriolis while holding one at Midnight.
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