01-11-2006, 03:47 AM
A spark ignited as a rush of energy surged itself across the screen in a rippling effect of a wave building in momentum before a typhoon, two combatants forcing shoulders into the sphere's protective case as blood rushed forth from the green dressed warrior while the other withdrew with crimson knuckles. Finally a break was managed as the blood bathed battler wheeled himself about, placing the soles of his feet against the vibrating walls of the Bol-Strijd before making a desultory bound off back into the field of play.
Suddenly a piercing pain struck the inside of his shoulder within flight, nothing more but a glint of gold was kept reticent while the bruised Wingmen attempted to play off an act of a sore shoulder... it didn't succeed.
Within a moment he was on the scene again. Shooting like the bullet he chased, the opposing team's Wingmen had managed to pick up the scent of the small Katchin sphere. Assaulting the small ball with attacks in order to chivy it into the line where one clean belt would send the object strait into a clean set of points.
Far above, there was another battle succeeding. Between a pair of parties consisting of two the power battle ensued to capture the large dull metallic globe. In lead the Wingmen maintained, plowing kicks or punches into their respective sides that they had been able to hold for the moment while their opponent simply returned the favor with a vicious rush of their own. About them the Fore Offense lit the air in small fires of ki in a venture to nail the other team's player from the path of the Bol-Titanium, though only scars of black soot lined their skin and face.
Breaking free the Green Team's Foremen hurled a kick up side the opposing team player's skull enough to launch the warrior aside, leaving the Wingmen he had been guarding completely exposed. Diving down, he cleared the way for the Green Wingmen by delivering a clean sweeping kick to the chest enough to unobstructe the path to the goal.
It was clean as the Green Wingmen delivered a heavy punch enough to fire the Titanium along a strait path till an interceptor came into view... the goalkeeper had set himself up as the storm on the other members of his team commensed. Muscles tensing in anticepation he readied, pressuring forth his palms to the slick surface of the Bol-Titan to keep the sphere from making itself a building block in the opposing team's rally. Teeth gritting and bicepts tightening, a faint glow hovered around the goalie's image, keeping the sphere at bay just long enough before a savage growl sent the Titanium globe flying in the opposite direction.
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Just a brief description that I hope everyone can get a decent understanding of what to do. I did this with a bit of everyone's own point-of-views, but I'll be hoping everyone can at least do a little less then twice this since I had my fingers crossed that some rivalaries could pick up. One of the reasons I have the festival post up is for people to get themselves together and such...
I'll be doing what I can in this next week. I'm staying after class from 2:45~6PM for practice of the whole band thing going on this Friday, really hope no one has lost interest in this and maybe this can spark a bit in others.
Suddenly a piercing pain struck the inside of his shoulder within flight, nothing more but a glint of gold was kept reticent while the bruised Wingmen attempted to play off an act of a sore shoulder... it didn't succeed.
Within a moment he was on the scene again. Shooting like the bullet he chased, the opposing team's Wingmen had managed to pick up the scent of the small Katchin sphere. Assaulting the small ball with attacks in order to chivy it into the line where one clean belt would send the object strait into a clean set of points.
Far above, there was another battle succeeding. Between a pair of parties consisting of two the power battle ensued to capture the large dull metallic globe. In lead the Wingmen maintained, plowing kicks or punches into their respective sides that they had been able to hold for the moment while their opponent simply returned the favor with a vicious rush of their own. About them the Fore Offense lit the air in small fires of ki in a venture to nail the other team's player from the path of the Bol-Titanium, though only scars of black soot lined their skin and face.
Breaking free the Green Team's Foremen hurled a kick up side the opposing team player's skull enough to launch the warrior aside, leaving the Wingmen he had been guarding completely exposed. Diving down, he cleared the way for the Green Wingmen by delivering a clean sweeping kick to the chest enough to unobstructe the path to the goal.
It was clean as the Green Wingmen delivered a heavy punch enough to fire the Titanium along a strait path till an interceptor came into view... the goalkeeper had set himself up as the storm on the other members of his team commensed. Muscles tensing in anticepation he readied, pressuring forth his palms to the slick surface of the Bol-Titan to keep the sphere from making itself a building block in the opposing team's rally. Teeth gritting and bicepts tightening, a faint glow hovered around the goalie's image, keeping the sphere at bay just long enough before a savage growl sent the Titanium globe flying in the opposite direction.
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Just a brief description that I hope everyone can get a decent understanding of what to do. I did this with a bit of everyone's own point-of-views, but I'll be hoping everyone can at least do a little less then twice this since I had my fingers crossed that some rivalaries could pick up. One of the reasons I have the festival post up is for people to get themselves together and such...
I'll be doing what I can in this next week. I'm staying after class from 2:45~6PM for practice of the whole band thing going on this Friday, really hope no one has lost interest in this and maybe this can spark a bit in others.