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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:56 pm
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As the blast ensued from Jeice's hand, Fenix felt the hot heat engulf him. He didn't know what the inside of a blast looked like. He was rocketed back from the blast itself, flying along with debris and broken bits of trees. After skidding a few feet, Fenix came to a stop. He coughed in the dust, spitting up blood into the dirt. Pushing himself up onto his side, Fenix wiped at his cheek where blood was trickling down from his eye in a steady flow. He could see his other arm was singed black, the flesh peeling off it. "Uhg.." He breathed, hissing in pain as he felt a few ribs crack. Damn it.. He thought to himself as he got on his knees. As Fenix tried to stand, he fell into the dirt with a grunt. His burnt arm was dislocated at the shoulder, and a finger was twitching sporadically. It didn't take a doctor to know Fenix was injured. Struggling to his feet, Fenix spat some more blood onto the ground and then, curiously enough, began to chuckle. He looked around at the devastation from the blast, shaking his head. "You fool.." He said aloud to Jeice, looking around to him. "They'll have your head for this." He wiped the corner of his mouth with his good arm, clearing it of blood. "That," He said, cracking his neck some. "And now I'm going to look terrible at the dance." He laughed, grinning at Jeice as his eyes smoldered and became black. "Whatever will my date think?" He questioned, his own voice taking on a different tone. As he spoke, it seemed his words were being spoken simultaneously by a small group of demons and imps. Fenix gripped his bad arm, pulling down, then shoving the socket back together as hard as he could. A crunching, popping noise came from his shoulder as this was done, and Fenix spun his arm in a quick circle. Looking at Jeice, Fenix took a few breaths and reminded himself that he wasn't out to kill him; This was simply sparring. Walking towards Jeice, Fenix smirked. "Now then," He said quietly, stopping with a few yards worth of distance between them. "Lets not go killing one another here." He settled into a Hung Gar stance, his feet planted firmly in the dust. He looked at Jeice with a steely look, not about to bend just because of an explosion.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 11:53 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 1:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 8:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 9:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:07 pm
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