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Post by Waylon Ciers on Mar 31, 2011 20:39:30 GMT
Waylon was readying his Rider Punch, waiting to meet the Kick.
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Post by Damien Drake on Apr 1, 2011 20:22:57 GMT
Damien's kick came down upon Waylon with a flash of bright light.
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Post by Waylon Ciers on Apr 1, 2011 21:28:15 GMT
Waylon's punch connected with the kick. He lost his grip of the Knuckle and flew back, losing his form.
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Post by Damien Drake on Apr 13, 2011 19:03:25 GMT
Damien stumbled a little as he landed but was otherwise unfased by the collision. He smirked before extending his Pansa Claws, sharpening them on one another as he advanced casually towards Waylon.
"Your head..."he began, "...will sit above my fireplace!" He raised his right arm, ready to strike
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Post by Waylon Ciers on Apr 13, 2011 21:46:09 GMT
Waylon assumed his Fangire form and cast an illusion forward, attempting to at least throw off the King's perception of where Waylon was.
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Post by Damien Drake on Apr 15, 2011 10:00:30 GMT
Damien slashed through one of the illusions and it disintegrated. He roared in frustration and slashed at another, and another. He couldn't locate the real Waylon.
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Post by Waylon Ciers on Apr 15, 2011 13:27:47 GMT
Waylon crawled away and to his feet. He picked up his belt and put it back on, slamming the Knuckle into his left palm.
"Rea-dy" "Henshin!" "Fist O-n"
Waylon became Ixa, shattering the illusions by cutting off his Fangire power. He drew his Knuckle up and ran forward, despite his damaged armor.
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Post by Clive Edingburgh on Apr 21, 2011 9:55:21 GMT
"It's time to finish this " Clive said, then drawing upon his full power he changed, "O glorious heaven, give me thy power, give me thy blessing so that I may smite this evil that stands before your glorious form...Indignant Judgement!" then multiple lightning strikes rain down and strike all in its path, before a sword imbued with holy power comes crashing down, exploding in a burst of lightning.
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Post by Damien Drake on Apr 21, 2011 21:37:22 GMT
Damien looked up and saw the attack. He moved to jump with the Batta Legs but he wasn't quick enough.
The attack hit him head on and reversed his transformation, sending him collapsing to the floor. His medals and driver clattering to the floor. He groaned in pain as he grabbed his medals and driver, staggering to his feet.
"I will remember this!" he growled before limping away and out of sight to heal his wounds.
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Post by Waylon Ciers on Apr 23, 2011 20:58:42 GMT
"Goodbye, King..." Waylon muttered, "Next time, your life will return to God." He undid his transformation.
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Post by Clive Edingburgh on Apr 23, 2011 22:32:05 GMT
Clive flew down to Waylon and undid his transformation, "Are you alright?" he asked.
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Post by Waylon Ciers on Apr 23, 2011 23:33:23 GMT
"Naturally I am." Waylon answered. He fixed his tie, straitening it and making sure it remained loose, "God favors those who work under Him, such as myself. I'm not going to die against someone like the King, who stands in opposition to the Lord."
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Post by Clive Edingburgh on Apr 23, 2011 23:36:48 GMT
"That's nice to know" Clive said a bit angry at his ingratitude, "so now what? King's escaped."
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Post by Waylon Ciers on Apr 23, 2011 23:43:48 GMT
"He'll be back. I'm a traitor to the Fangire, after all. He'll come after me, at the least." Waylon told Clive, "And I'm certain he has a goal in mind; there's no way either of us won't find him again."
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Post by Clive Edingburgh on Apr 23, 2011 23:48:21 GMT
"Then lets hope we can continue working together," Clive said tipping his top hat, "I'm Clive Edingburg from Wild Space Corp. and you are?" extending his right hand.
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