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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 10:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:32 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:24 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:17 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:34 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:13 pm
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Malem thinks for a moment, then sits down and closes her eyes. She opens her mouth, and a silvery mist emerges, and slips inside the dragon. Her tattoos and eyes, through her eyelids, glow bright blue.
And then her body goes limp, as if dead.
The dragon no longer has smouldering magma red eyes, but now has a cold blue tone.
The dragon suddenly flies upward, and then takes a headfirst dive. Several seconds before hitting the ground, the dragon blinks, and the redness returns, as the silvery mist slips out of the dragon's body.
The dragon, not completely sure of what exactly has happened, but realizing the danger it is in, quickly manages to correct itself from slamming headfirst into the ground, but is not capable of slowing it's rapid descent, and it's side slams into the ground, breaking one of it's wings and creating a gaping wound on it's leg as it scrapes along the ground under it's massive weight.
Malem gets up, wiping a few drips of blood from her nose, and a few slashes on her face which materialized after the mist returned. She resumes her stance, and waits for the dragon's next move.
"I was honestly hoping that would have killed it...It looks like someone else will have to do it for me...I can't risk another soul dive without causing severe damage to myself..."
She looks at the injury on the leg and the broken wing...Malem didn't have wings, but she was certain if she dived into the dragon again, something equivalent would be broken. Meanwhile the dragon was confused and enraged...and started to fire a barrage of fireballs all around it, creating a small conflagration around it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 9:07 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 11:15 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:02 pm
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"I don't like having to do this..."
She walks over to a dead manticore, and plunges her hand into where it's heart is, and a greenish glow surges through her hand...traveling along the "tattoos", changing it from a blue color to an aquamarine color.
The "thing", then all of a sudden lashed out with a tentacle, forcing her to dodge. She takes off running, and then heads for the dragon's corpse.
"This is the vilest defilement of a dead thing I can do, but I don't have much choice..."
She then plunges her hands into the sword wound in the dragon's heart, and a red mist envelops her body, and changes the tattoo to a blackish color, which radiates power...almost sinister in nature.
She then focuses on the "thing" which then lashes another tentacle at her. Malem, with unnatural speed cuts through the tentacle with her hand. Or what appears to be a black extension of it. Both ends of the tentacle burst into flame, and fizzle with some sort of poison.
She seems different than before...as if possessed on some level...and charges like a wild beast at the "thing".
With a flurry of swipes, leaping and dodging, her fighting style has changed drastically. She fights less like the controlled martial arts before, and more like a wild beast. Limbs and tentacles, flesh and fragments of bone, fly off the beast.
But it seems to regenerate, and begins changing form from a draconian body type, to that of a bizarre parody of a flower, except the petals are made of a solid carapace, and only the very tip is exposed, and from there, now only a single large tentacle protrudes.
Malem briefly stops to rest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 1:19 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:26 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:08 am
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