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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 13:27:47 GMT -5
"You won't be getting this Precious, or any others," Jack told her.
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Post by Sebastian Crowley & Felicia on Feb 1, 2013 13:29:32 GMT -5
"Cause this one's mine!"
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 15:42:59 GMT -5
"And who's gonna stop me? You?" Lisabetta asked, as she pulled a pencil out of her pocket.
"A pencil? What are you gonna do, write on us?" Camden asked.
"Something of that nature." Lisabetta said, and began to draw in the air. As she drew, golden energy trailed out of the pencil and lingered in the air. She drew a circle and wrote the word "Fire" in the center. The circle flashed, and a fireball shot out at Jack.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 15:45:36 GMT -5
"Go," Jack said, running for the fire, intent on getting at Lisabetta.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 15:49:49 GMT -5
The fireball continued toward Jack as Lisabetta smirked. He was literally running right at a fireball which would roast him alive.
Camden began to move around, keeping his gun on the pair.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 15:51:34 GMT -5
"Silver Access!" he shouted, transforming as he raced into it. He screamed in pain as it hit his suited form, but kept going, emerging from the other side, his helmet half-shattered, revealing his upper right part of his head, down to about his mouth, where the helmet was cracked to, leading up at an angle.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 15:53:37 GMT -5
Lisabetta's face betrayed surprise. "Miguel!" Lisabetta yelled.
"I'm a little occupied at the moment!" Miguel yelled back.
Lisabetta sighed, and drew a symbol like a kite shield, thrusting forward with her open hand and sending it flying towards Jack.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 15:57:09 GMT -5
Jack slashed with his spear weapon, slashing downward to try to deflect it away to make his opening.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 16:01:43 GMT -5
It was a shield, so the spear bounced off, though the shield did stop moving. Lisabetta muttered and drew a spear, which Jonathan grabbed and threw at Jack while Lisabetta dispelled the shield.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 16:02:30 GMT -5
He switched to his firearm mode and took the spear to his arm, shouting. He lifted his weapon and fired a few low shots.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 16:03:48 GMT -5
Jonathan hopped over a shot, but the rest went too low. Lisabetta drew a coil of rope and sent it to bind Jack.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 16:04:40 GMT -5
He didn't have a way to stop that, struggling once it was around him.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 16:08:54 GMT -5
Lisabetta and Jonathan approached. "So, do you want to know why you won't be getting the Precious here?" She began to draw something quite intricate, with a few sharp bits.
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Post by Jack Drake on Feb 1, 2013 16:10:24 GMT -5
"Why's that?" he questioned.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Feb 1, 2013 16:14:48 GMT -5
"You still have that thing in your chest, right?" Lisabetta asked, as she completed the drawing to reveal an intricate claw weapon, a glove with sharp claws tipping the fingers. She handed the pencil to Jonathan and slipped it onto her hand, flexing her fingers.
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