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Post by Shadow / Natasha on Sept 25, 2004 2:41:41 GMT -5
*Natasha's hair startd to wave in the air like on a windy day* I will try *she says as the shadows change into a demi-human demon like creature with glowing red eyes ... the creature immediately attacked the sentinel*
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Post by Hunter on Sept 25, 2004 2:48:57 GMT -5
Sean realized the monster was not doing much damage. "Natasha, call it off and focus your power. I'll buy some time.
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Post by Shadow / Natasha on Sept 25, 2004 2:56:51 GMT -5
*the sentinel hits the creature ... the creature pierces through the wall surrounding the mansion ... it startd to get up it looks like it is drawing the darkness and shadows to it as if useing the darkness and shadows to increase its strength*
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Post by Hunter on Sept 25, 2004 3:12:54 GMT -5
Sean begins to run toward the Sentinel. He activates his powers, growing to be over 15 feet tall and as strong as mac truck. He continues to run toward the Sentinel. He drop kicks the Sentinel's leg. The Sentinel loses balance for a moment. Sean grabs the leg and tries to push it even more off balance but cannot and the Sentinel rights itself.
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Post by Shadow / Natasha on Sept 25, 2004 23:10:27 GMT -5
*Natasha is still concentrateing ... she looks tired as it is the firsts time she lets the creature become so strong*
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Post by Hunter on Sept 25, 2004 23:29:18 GMT -5
Sean contiues to try and fight off the Sentinel by hand. Tries to knock it down to one knee by hitting its legs but is overpowered. The Sentinel kicks Sean and he flies into a tree.
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Post by Gorgon / Siren on Sept 25, 2004 23:32:22 GMT -5
The leader appears on the scene suddenly. Her dark black dress is somewhat soaked in blood now, and she doesn't look happy. She is glaring at the Sentinel.
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Post by Shadow / Natasha on Sept 25, 2004 23:35:05 GMT -5
*Natasha looks at the leader* is Ghost ... *she stops seeing the expression of the leaders face*
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Post by Gorgon / Siren on Sept 25, 2004 23:37:06 GMT -5
"Don't loose sight of the battle!" The leader snaps, gesturing to the sentinel angirly.
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Post by Hunter on Sept 25, 2004 23:41:25 GMT -5
Sean stands up slowly. "How are we doing on that monster?"
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Post by Shadow / Natasha on Sept 25, 2004 23:50:01 GMT -5
*Natasha is standing quietly with closed eyes ... all at once she opens her eyes* for Ghost *she whispers ... the creature jumps on the sentinel scratching it ... as Natasha is filled with negative emotions especially hate the creature attacks are even more furious*
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Post by Gorgon / Siren on Sept 25, 2004 23:53:56 GMT -5
The leader hisses. "-uterlly uslesssss~" Her speach is cut off into a hiss, as her legs fuze together, and suddenly grow over 15 feet long, at the same time covering with bright green scales... it has become evident as to why she wears a dress. Claws grow in place of fingernails. fangs replace teeth, and her tongue forks, and starts to flick in and out of her mouth.
Her previously black eyes turn yellow, and she shakes out her long mane of black hair.
She is Naga. And she is pissed. Off.
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Post by Hunter on Sept 26, 2004 0:03:48 GMT -5
Sean watches as the monster claws at the Sentinel, waiting for a weak spot to open. His plan is to make a hole a rip out anything inside.
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Post by Shadow / Natasha on Sept 26, 2004 0:10:08 GMT -5
*the creature is fighting the sentinel with fury and is successfully stoping the sentinel from his march ... unfortunately Natasha is tired out but she trys not to let the sentinel go further*
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Post by Gorgon / Siren on Sept 26, 2004 0:13:33 GMT -5
Naga takes the oppertunity to throw herself directly into battle. By the time her morph is complete, she is a little over 25 feet long, with green skin, powerful arms, and a freakishly powerful tail. Her bite is also poisonous... not that that will do her any good here, but she has other ideas.
Moving quickly, she wraps herself about the legs of the sentinel and then squeezes, acting somewhat like a constrictor, tying the mechanical monster's legs togther, and forcing it to stop moveing.
At the same time she begins to beat (rather inffectively) upon the cold, hard surface of the sentinel with her fists.
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