The Umbra [For Entrance, follow thread rules]
Jan 7, 2015 0:06:04 GMT -7
Post by The Bearer of Bad News on Jan 7, 2015 0:06:04 GMT -7
OOC: Going to bypass the die rolls and assume success.
Schatzi was definitely the faster of the two combatants now. All he had to do was get around her guard now. The broad spinning strikes with that scythe were excellent both offensively and defensively, while all the shapeshifter - the Kedoin - had were knives. He wasn't bitter about it, he had chosen for himself to specialize in smaller, lighter weapons. He drew one of them, and faced the whirling dervish head on. It was time to end this, and he had an idea of how.
It was going to hurt like a bitch though.
She charged forward, her blade spinning ahead of her. He met her charge with his left hand dragging behind, carrying his blade. A sidestep to the left took most of his body out of the propeller's path. Most. He spun gracefully on his heel to turn and face her back, left arm swinging wide to hook around her neck, and jerked back hard, deliberately falling back toward the floor to drag her with him, assuming he made contact as intended. Her carotid artery would be undamaged from the angle of attack, instead seeking to shred the trachea. Very little of his own blood was spilled, but this was due solely to his curiously rapid-healing body. His right arm was no longer attached to his torso, severed at the shoulder. It wasn't even in one piece anymore, fleshy chunks of it scattered round the battleground.
It was painful, similar to when his soul splits had been killed in the past, but entirely physical instead of hurting his soul.
If she somehow managed to avoid the trap laid by the sacrifice of is arm, he would find it impossible to cast a healing jutsu, and so would focus on evasion until a new opportunity arose. If she did not, she would be dead. Not immediately, but quickly, and without an oxygen supply from her ravaged throat she would lack the strength to fight him. If his estimations were correct, she had forty seconds to live. He would still attempt to hasten the recovery of his wound, and still find it impossible. Somehow, that shining blade had robbed him of the ability to mold chakra, at least temporarily.
Schatzi was definitely the faster of the two combatants now. All he had to do was get around her guard now. The broad spinning strikes with that scythe were excellent both offensively and defensively, while all the shapeshifter - the Kedoin - had were knives. He wasn't bitter about it, he had chosen for himself to specialize in smaller, lighter weapons. He drew one of them, and faced the whirling dervish head on. It was time to end this, and he had an idea of how.
It was going to hurt like a bitch though.
She charged forward, her blade spinning ahead of her. He met her charge with his left hand dragging behind, carrying his blade. A sidestep to the left took most of his body out of the propeller's path. Most. He spun gracefully on his heel to turn and face her back, left arm swinging wide to hook around her neck, and jerked back hard, deliberately falling back toward the floor to drag her with him, assuming he made contact as intended. Her carotid artery would be undamaged from the angle of attack, instead seeking to shred the trachea. Very little of his own blood was spilled, but this was due solely to his curiously rapid-healing body. His right arm was no longer attached to his torso, severed at the shoulder. It wasn't even in one piece anymore, fleshy chunks of it scattered round the battleground.
It was painful, similar to when his soul splits had been killed in the past, but entirely physical instead of hurting his soul.
If she somehow managed to avoid the trap laid by the sacrifice of is arm, he would find it impossible to cast a healing jutsu, and so would focus on evasion until a new opportunity arose. If she did not, she would be dead. Not immediately, but quickly, and without an oxygen supply from her ravaged throat she would lack the strength to fight him. If his estimations were correct, she had forty seconds to live. He would still attempt to hasten the recovery of his wound, and still find it impossible. Somehow, that shining blade had robbed him of the ability to mold chakra, at least temporarily.
