You guys are just too much. I swear. So funny.
Man, I am done with swimming. It seems so weird. I had like the craziest meet of my life. I've never gone so fast in my life! I guess it was my moral support.... ^.^ Best friends and boyfriend came to cheer me on, though I guess they didn't know that swim meets last a while. But it was fun afterward. Had food, went to see Big Fish. !!! Old people shouldn't be allowed to sit in the back row. that they should not! Makes me mad.. *growls*
Ah I'm semi over it so oh well.
Apocalypse: Cleric is not out of practice. Ok? Jeez boy! Not out of practice and is gonna kill somebody, happy?
Dpschythslnasdl;kf aoihoifda ;lj: your little namie thing is so hard to type, you realize that? Oh well. You are still in the lead. Huzzah for you! See? I didn't die of a chocolate OD. Ok? I'd watch what you say though, the whole killing thing for Kyle...Your wish might come true...
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The Cleric stormed down the hallway, eyes filled with murder. Students obviously ran from his path and hid in doorways and corners. His attention wasn't on them; it was on Logan and Ronin.
Turning a corner, he found them walking toward him. They stopped short as his murderous gait stopped. In a blink he was gone. It was faster than a blink; it seemed faster than time itself. Logan looked down and found slashes in very vulnerable places. Two across his neck, one through his chest and another across his torso. He looked at Ronin confused then collapsed on the floor, the blood already beginning to pool around him.
Ronin only stared at the Cleric, who had resumed his place from earlier.
"Wha-" he began but the Cleric was at his throat with the Avenger.
"You will not speak unless I tell you too. Groveling or pleading will only make me angrier, if that is possible at this point," he growled.
Ronin attempted to swallow the growing lump in his throat and the Cleric pushed the point of Avenger in his throat, slightly piercing the skin.
"Now, let's start with this. Why did you attack the Assassin?" his voice in a low and angry register.
"I.. We only wanted to." he began to stammer.
"SPEAK!" the Cleric roared and Ronin began to tremble more.
"We wanted to show that we weren't cowards," he said hastily.
"So you attacked an unconscious girl? Where is the honor in that?" he said in the dangerous register again.
Unsheathing claws echoed behind the Cleric. Again, faster than the eye could follow, the Cleric had cut off three blades from the Wolverine's hand. Logan and Ronin stared in fear and astonishment at the stubs of metal that was supposedly unbreakable. Avenger was now at Logan's throat and Ronin had been thrown across the room.
"Ah yes, the one who heals himself," the Cleric said smoothly. "I wonder, would you heal if you lost a limb?" he asked moving the Avenger toward his shoulder.
Logan growled and the Cleric raised an eyebrow.
"You think you can fight me? You saw me cut those miserable excuses for blades in one slice, what makes you think that I just won't tear you limb for limb?" the Cleric said with a laugh. "You amuse me."
"I amuse you bub?" Logan said in his usual gruff tone.
The Cleric glared at him. "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"
"Yeah, yeah it is," Logan growled.
A little laugh escaped the Cleric. He moved the Avenger from Logan's throat.
"Fine," he said sheathing the sword, "I'll stand here and you try to hit me. You get a shot in, and then perhaps I'll fight with my sword. But first you must prove that you're worth my blade."
This made Logan even angrier. He rose and let his three intact blades slip from his clenched fist.
Logan roared and lunged at the Cleric. The Cleric only shook his head and rolled his eyes. Logan smiled as he threw all his weight at the Cleric, only to stumble and roll into the wall.
"Is that your plan of attack? I'll do this all day if you want," he said from behind him.
Logan growled again and picked himself up.
It is said that a clear indicator of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and being angry at getting the same result. Poor Logan didn't realize that as many times as he would lunge at the Cleric, the Cleric would move just as his claws were a hair's breadth away from him.
"Oh, I'm tired of this," the Cleric said and he drew Avenger and promptly cut off Logan's forearm, the hand with the good claws landing on the floor with a sick *thump*.
Logan stared at his now missing limb and gaped at the Cleric.
"Heal that," he hissed and turned around to Ronin.
As he began to walk toward Ronin, felt more than heard Logan rise. He rolled his eyes and waited for Logan to get close. When the raging man was within reach, he promptly spun and sliced his head clean off. Before the body hit the floor, it was ashes from a white flame from the Avenger.
The Cleric turned back on Ronin only to find the boy attempting to run away. He decided to let him escape though, a game of cat and mouse would be fun later.
He made his way back to the Assassin's room.
He walked through the wards again and opened the door. She was asleep on the bed and he walked in silently. He took off the Avenger and rested it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sitting on the edge, he moved the hair that covered her face.
Her tears had dried and she was asleep. Resting his hand on her cheek, she stirred slightly. Her eyes opened a little and she smiled at him.
"I had the worst dream," she whispered. "I dreamt that I was being attacked and that Anya girl was holding me down. I couldn't kick her off or anything and I only got the shit beaten out of me. I couldn't see who did it; it was a lot of fire though. The whole time she was laughing and telling me that I was only her pawn, nothing personal. Then I woke up and saw you."
The spark was back in her eyes, though less fearsome than before.
Her expression turned dark.
"You spilled blood," she said simply.
He looked at her astonished.
"Hey, I've been killing as a lifestyle since I was what, seventeen? I think I can tell when somebody kills somebody and how. You killed a man with the Avenger, didn't you?" she said sitting up.
"And if I did?" he asked.
"I don't care who you kill, but its kinda my job," she said resting her hands on her hips.
"Well, I had to take care of something," he said vaguely.
She rolled her eyes.
"Fine, keep your secrets-" she began but was cut off by a loud crash outside the door.
"What the fu-" she said seeing her arms and clothes for the first time.
"Now's not the time," he said getting off the bed and striding toward the door, grabbing Avenger en route, in one fluid motion.
She stared at her forearms.
"So it was real...." she whispered.
Remember the lack of fire and anger in her eyes? It was back, ten times ten fold. Grabbing her katana, she tied it on and walked to the shadows.
"Where are you going?" he called to her.
"To even the score," she replied tying up her hair.
"But-"
"No buts, I'm going to kill that bitch!" and she ran into the shadow.
He sighed and opened the door to the hallway. He was greeted by a mass of very pissed schoolchildren.
"He's the one! He killed Logan!" Ronin yelled and they began to stream into the room. He growled irritated and prepared to fight.
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Ok. That's it for now. I have to go back upstairs to clean toilets again. Yay..
Let's see who wins the review game today neh?
Will it be Apocalypse? Will it be Dpscythsln? Or perhaps will Griffin tear back into the scene and beat all of you?!? Or perhaps a new challenger will step into the ring?!?
Who knows?!
*tummy grumbles* anybody got any food?
Man, I am done with swimming. It seems so weird. I had like the craziest meet of my life. I've never gone so fast in my life! I guess it was my moral support.... ^.^ Best friends and boyfriend came to cheer me on, though I guess they didn't know that swim meets last a while. But it was fun afterward. Had food, went to see Big Fish. !!! Old people shouldn't be allowed to sit in the back row. that they should not! Makes me mad.. *growls*
Ah I'm semi over it so oh well.
Apocalypse: Cleric is not out of practice. Ok? Jeez boy! Not out of practice and is gonna kill somebody, happy?
Dpschythslnasdl;kf aoihoifda ;lj: your little namie thing is so hard to type, you realize that? Oh well. You are still in the lead. Huzzah for you! See? I didn't die of a chocolate OD. Ok? I'd watch what you say though, the whole killing thing for Kyle...Your wish might come true...
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The Cleric stormed down the hallway, eyes filled with murder. Students obviously ran from his path and hid in doorways and corners. His attention wasn't on them; it was on Logan and Ronin.
Turning a corner, he found them walking toward him. They stopped short as his murderous gait stopped. In a blink he was gone. It was faster than a blink; it seemed faster than time itself. Logan looked down and found slashes in very vulnerable places. Two across his neck, one through his chest and another across his torso. He looked at Ronin confused then collapsed on the floor, the blood already beginning to pool around him.
Ronin only stared at the Cleric, who had resumed his place from earlier.
"Wha-" he began but the Cleric was at his throat with the Avenger.
"You will not speak unless I tell you too. Groveling or pleading will only make me angrier, if that is possible at this point," he growled.
Ronin attempted to swallow the growing lump in his throat and the Cleric pushed the point of Avenger in his throat, slightly piercing the skin.
"Now, let's start with this. Why did you attack the Assassin?" his voice in a low and angry register.
"I.. We only wanted to." he began to stammer.
"SPEAK!" the Cleric roared and Ronin began to tremble more.
"We wanted to show that we weren't cowards," he said hastily.
"So you attacked an unconscious girl? Where is the honor in that?" he said in the dangerous register again.
Unsheathing claws echoed behind the Cleric. Again, faster than the eye could follow, the Cleric had cut off three blades from the Wolverine's hand. Logan and Ronin stared in fear and astonishment at the stubs of metal that was supposedly unbreakable. Avenger was now at Logan's throat and Ronin had been thrown across the room.
"Ah yes, the one who heals himself," the Cleric said smoothly. "I wonder, would you heal if you lost a limb?" he asked moving the Avenger toward his shoulder.
Logan growled and the Cleric raised an eyebrow.
"You think you can fight me? You saw me cut those miserable excuses for blades in one slice, what makes you think that I just won't tear you limb for limb?" the Cleric said with a laugh. "You amuse me."
"I amuse you bub?" Logan said in his usual gruff tone.
The Cleric glared at him. "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"
"Yeah, yeah it is," Logan growled.
A little laugh escaped the Cleric. He moved the Avenger from Logan's throat.
"Fine," he said sheathing the sword, "I'll stand here and you try to hit me. You get a shot in, and then perhaps I'll fight with my sword. But first you must prove that you're worth my blade."
This made Logan even angrier. He rose and let his three intact blades slip from his clenched fist.
Logan roared and lunged at the Cleric. The Cleric only shook his head and rolled his eyes. Logan smiled as he threw all his weight at the Cleric, only to stumble and roll into the wall.
"Is that your plan of attack? I'll do this all day if you want," he said from behind him.
Logan growled again and picked himself up.
It is said that a clear indicator of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and being angry at getting the same result. Poor Logan didn't realize that as many times as he would lunge at the Cleric, the Cleric would move just as his claws were a hair's breadth away from him.
"Oh, I'm tired of this," the Cleric said and he drew Avenger and promptly cut off Logan's forearm, the hand with the good claws landing on the floor with a sick *thump*.
Logan stared at his now missing limb and gaped at the Cleric.
"Heal that," he hissed and turned around to Ronin.
As he began to walk toward Ronin, felt more than heard Logan rise. He rolled his eyes and waited for Logan to get close. When the raging man was within reach, he promptly spun and sliced his head clean off. Before the body hit the floor, it was ashes from a white flame from the Avenger.
The Cleric turned back on Ronin only to find the boy attempting to run away. He decided to let him escape though, a game of cat and mouse would be fun later.
He made his way back to the Assassin's room.
He walked through the wards again and opened the door. She was asleep on the bed and he walked in silently. He took off the Avenger and rested it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sitting on the edge, he moved the hair that covered her face.
Her tears had dried and she was asleep. Resting his hand on her cheek, she stirred slightly. Her eyes opened a little and she smiled at him.
"I had the worst dream," she whispered. "I dreamt that I was being attacked and that Anya girl was holding me down. I couldn't kick her off or anything and I only got the shit beaten out of me. I couldn't see who did it; it was a lot of fire though. The whole time she was laughing and telling me that I was only her pawn, nothing personal. Then I woke up and saw you."
The spark was back in her eyes, though less fearsome than before.
Her expression turned dark.
"You spilled blood," she said simply.
He looked at her astonished.
"Hey, I've been killing as a lifestyle since I was what, seventeen? I think I can tell when somebody kills somebody and how. You killed a man with the Avenger, didn't you?" she said sitting up.
"And if I did?" he asked.
"I don't care who you kill, but its kinda my job," she said resting her hands on her hips.
"Well, I had to take care of something," he said vaguely.
She rolled her eyes.
"Fine, keep your secrets-" she began but was cut off by a loud crash outside the door.
"What the fu-" she said seeing her arms and clothes for the first time.
"Now's not the time," he said getting off the bed and striding toward the door, grabbing Avenger en route, in one fluid motion.
She stared at her forearms.
"So it was real...." she whispered.
Remember the lack of fire and anger in her eyes? It was back, ten times ten fold. Grabbing her katana, she tied it on and walked to the shadows.
"Where are you going?" he called to her.
"To even the score," she replied tying up her hair.
"But-"
"No buts, I'm going to kill that bitch!" and she ran into the shadow.
He sighed and opened the door to the hallway. He was greeted by a mass of very pissed schoolchildren.
"He's the one! He killed Logan!" Ronin yelled and they began to stream into the room. He growled irritated and prepared to fight.
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Ok. That's it for now. I have to go back upstairs to clean toilets again. Yay..
Let's see who wins the review game today neh?
Will it be Apocalypse? Will it be Dpscythsln? Or perhaps will Griffin tear back into the scene and beat all of you?!? Or perhaps a new challenger will step into the ring?!?
Who knows?!
*tummy grumbles* anybody got any food?