Post by Matsuhari Tsukai on Oct 13, 2005 17:41:31 GMT -5
[OOC: Might be my last post in a while, nobody seems to want to reply to anything I post here. So, meh, xD I have to get my own board up and running. Lots of HTML insanity, I tell you. INSANITY!]
Matsuhari tapped his two fingers against the firm of stone. He said nothing as he quietly kicked a stone forward, the sound of pebbles being skitched aside as the larger stone rolled forward. Matsu took this chance to lightly push to the side, holding onto the larger stone, with one hand at the side. It was boiling with flame, his eyes keeping a sharpened tone.
The two orcs his eyes had been on caught sight of this bubbling flame, before noticing the male that was there. Threatening him. He did not move, intending to fool them. Even as the flame grew to a larger momentum, he pulled himself upwards with one arm as one burst into a charge.
He moved his arm forward with a strong huff, the muscles in his arms giving a loud groaning noise from the strain just to release such a thing. As beats of flame, at least 20 feet high, slammed down onto his opponents, he held onto his dual blades with his fingers tapping the hilt as he waited.
It took only two minutes for the spell to cease. One was face-down in the dirt, having a lovely death, with blood spewing slowly from his charred skin. In many areas were third degree burns that had come to an end of release of blood; many other areas were second degree while only a few specks were first degree. The other orc still stood, wavering in his feeting, before be began to gnaw slowly.
Nothing was said. It took one moment for him to fall, and Matsuhari sighed; he plopped down, looking at his arms in a huff. He was so weak, and could do nothing about it. Nobody would assist him to become strong, but he didn't require that. Hell, he didn't want that. He needed to strengthen his energy so he could summon, then maybe he'd worry about his endurance. Nothing else really mattered when it came down to that.
Lifting himself with both swords, their tips digging into the dirt, he gave a rough muffle of a wimper into his high collar. Straightening, he stared up towards the sky; the smell of charred flesh was new to the air, and surely many would get a wiff of it.
Carnivores would come in search of good food, only to find hard orc meat, where as other's would get curious as to what's cooking. He wondered who would approach him today, but Matsuhari already knew everyone avoided him.
He was apparently not worth their time. He sighed, leaning forward, only to hear a few howls of wolves.
Matsuhari tapped his two fingers against the firm of stone. He said nothing as he quietly kicked a stone forward, the sound of pebbles being skitched aside as the larger stone rolled forward. Matsu took this chance to lightly push to the side, holding onto the larger stone, with one hand at the side. It was boiling with flame, his eyes keeping a sharpened tone.
The two orcs his eyes had been on caught sight of this bubbling flame, before noticing the male that was there. Threatening him. He did not move, intending to fool them. Even as the flame grew to a larger momentum, he pulled himself upwards with one arm as one burst into a charge.
He moved his arm forward with a strong huff, the muscles in his arms giving a loud groaning noise from the strain just to release such a thing. As beats of flame, at least 20 feet high, slammed down onto his opponents, he held onto his dual blades with his fingers tapping the hilt as he waited.
It took only two minutes for the spell to cease. One was face-down in the dirt, having a lovely death, with blood spewing slowly from his charred skin. In many areas were third degree burns that had come to an end of release of blood; many other areas were second degree while only a few specks were first degree. The other orc still stood, wavering in his feeting, before be began to gnaw slowly.
Nothing was said. It took one moment for him to fall, and Matsuhari sighed; he plopped down, looking at his arms in a huff. He was so weak, and could do nothing about it. Nobody would assist him to become strong, but he didn't require that. Hell, he didn't want that. He needed to strengthen his energy so he could summon, then maybe he'd worry about his endurance. Nothing else really mattered when it came down to that.
Lifting himself with both swords, their tips digging into the dirt, he gave a rough muffle of a wimper into his high collar. Straightening, he stared up towards the sky; the smell of charred flesh was new to the air, and surely many would get a wiff of it.
Carnivores would come in search of good food, only to find hard orc meat, where as other's would get curious as to what's cooking. He wondered who would approach him today, but Matsuhari already knew everyone avoided him.
He was apparently not worth their time. He sighed, leaning forward, only to hear a few howls of wolves.
