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Message Zidane Tribal
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Apr 24, 2018 13:48:55 GMT -5
Zidane’s elbow managed to contact the brusier’s stomach. He gripped his belly as what food he did have within was nearly lost. The opponent collapsed to his knees with a hand on his belly and the other touching the ground so he could hold himself up. His Ally finally found his composure after the schedule in his chin subsided, his mouth bleeding a bit from biting his tongue come the bash of his chin. He spat off to the side, rightly having had it. He reached into his vest and drew a short blade and charged the thief with murderous intent.
Despite his lithe build and below average height Zidane wasn't one to be shrugged off in terms of raw strength and aptitude. His blades were merely an extension of his skills. His speed and agility all required a measure of strength and skill to wield them the way he did in battle. The untrained eye would see naught but a speedy little crook given to flee from combat, but underneath that laziness and playful spirit was an unpolished warrior.
With the Archer fled, the blade wielding brusier down and the cudgel swinging one at the mercy of the thief's tail… for as soon as he came at Zidane, who stood to watch Dieter: their shin was hooked by the agile limb and he was tossed to the ground in a dramatic flip. The winded, chin bruised thug and Zidane stared as the Bangaa had made contact with spindly male's skull. There was an uneasy silence. The usually noisy District had become painfully still. Laughter began to rattle from the Genome as his hands came to his stomach. The remaining fighter beside him and the last standing merchant looked to Zidane with s look of confusion on their faces.
The Bangaa, perhaps too late, realized that he had perhaps lapsed in his judgement. A sense of dread chilled him to the bones as his claws gripped the rock with anxiety. Some ominous feeling cornered him and it was dripping from the feminine slum rat. Zidane pulled back his fist and sent a straight punch to the distracted fighter, sending him barreling to the ground. He rolled his shoulders before picking up and gripping his twin blades. Before the Bangaa was able to formulate a verbal response, as the thief's enchantment and dissolved by that moment: he was hurled across the way: his body spinning along the ground like a hay stuffed patchwork doll.
“Monster!” The Nu Mou shopkeep shook as he cried out from the monstrous assault. “I-it was just some apples. It isn't worth this!” He turned on a gil and rushed back towards his shop.
The unconscious goon was pulled up by his partner and dragged into a retreat. It wasn't until his entourage had completely dispersed that the Bangaa would come to. Clearing his unfocused eyes he shook his head, pushing to his talons. He was unsteady from the toss, but managed to stay standing. Clawed digits smacked to his forehead as he looked around, finding himself alone.
Hissing at the pair he pointed. “Ssss! I won't forget thisss!” He turned tail and would too retreat
Spinning his blades in hand Zidane holstered the pink weapons, smirking. “Well looks like we win.” He seemed no worse for wear nor has he appeared to be bothered by the young man's show of strength.
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Message Dieter Wolfram
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 22, 2018 0:13:21 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Dieter visibly tensed in response to the Nu Mou’s outburst, monster, that single utterance was enough to rattle the Dark Knight to his very core. Subconsciously, desperate to control his concealed rage, Dieter had clenched his fist with such fierceness that his nails had broken the skin. Dieter’s clenched fists tremble, a series of rivulets trickled between the gaps in his fingers, persistently working its way to his knuckles. The sanguineous fluid gathered at the edge of his knuckles, where it pooled for a fraction of a second before falling to the ground, each droplet impacting the filth-ridden ground with an audible plop.
Their admission of defeat and tactial retreat was little more than background noise, effectively muted by Dieter’s frenzied subconscious. How many years had passed since he’d been persecuted, hunted down like a rabid animal, forced into hiding? Who was capable of such malice? A group of religious fanatics known as the Church of Glabados, albeit, truthfully, they weren’t entirely at fault. From behind the scenes, they’re each action had been dictated by another, a Lucavi, whom desired little more than the return of their Messiah. They condemned his entire kind for the action of a select group, never once sitting back to reflect on the fact that regardless of Scion’s involvement, they weren’t abstained of guilt.
Never once had they’d resorted to forcing their hand, no, they’d whispered sweet nothings from the shadows – mankind had willingly chosen to act upon them. It was moments of retrospective reflection that had him on edge, questioning, whom was truly the monster here? Dieter’s stupor was broken by the sound of Zidane’s blade as it’d whirled through the air, masterfully manipulated by the thief’s dexterous hands before they’d been returned to their respective sheath.
“Indeed.”
Dieter replied curtly as he’d glanced down at his bloodied hands, smirking to himself, a singular thought running through his subconscious – they’ve never been clean, have they? However, Dieter brought his sleeve towards his mouth, his teeth clamping down before he’d wrenched is head sharply to the side, tearing it into a large strip. This was repeated twice as he’d created field expedient bandages, quickly wrapping each of his hands, ensuring to weave a bit of the fabric between his finger for added anchorage.
“I am sorry to have looped you into this.”
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Message Zidane Tribal
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 9, 2018 11:10:33 GMT -5
The rogue watched as the punk brigade took off with their respective tails between their legs. Holstering his blades he gripped his right wrist and nursed his wrist. He wasn't much of a hand to hand combatant so throwing a punch that hard surprised even him. Despite his size and thin frame the rouge was a tough customer. He was quick to push away the throbbing pulse of his aching muscles, stressed by the attack. He watched as Deiter ruined his cloth to provide himself a speedy aide, those bleeding knuckled were a lot worse for wear than the rogue's had been. Why was that? He didn't recall the Knight engaging in fisticuffs... Strolling over to the blonde caretaker the Genome raised his hand to pat the man's back reassuringly. “ Guys like that always fight in numbers to make up for their individual weakness.” And he knew guys like that always came back with numbers. “ They'll be back.” So it was up to Dieter if he wanted to follow them and give them a good scare or get the kids moving to somewhere safer. Zidane trusted Dieter knew the best route to take. It would only take those spineless curs a short time to regroup and get what's due to their pride. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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