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The Fallout Games; Act III
Topic Started: Mar 12 2012, 06:02 PM (34,702 Views)
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The attack came absolutely out of nowhere. Lavan wasn't expecting it, he wasn't looking forward to it, he didn't even hear anyone coming. So, when a body tackled him out of nowhere and a pair of hands gripped around his neck, there was only one thing that went through his head, only one thought that he had the presence of mind to shout loudly.

"Not the face, NOT THE FACE!!!"

So, when Sire's body weight knocked Lavan to the ground, slamming his face into the solid stone, he could only add one thing in a rather stunned manner.

"... Ow... My fathe... Oi, what giveth?"

He noted immediately two things. One, the person who attacked him was a man, due to the calloused hands, ragged breathing and broad form. Two, having his face ground into the dirt and having two hands around his neck made it very difficult to actually shout things. Imagine that. Apparently, his attacker knew how to shut people up.

Still, Lavan was far from helpless. In this sort of fight, where there were enough explosives on him to even blow himself to kingdom-come, he had somewhat of an advantage... AND disadvantage. He could detonate everything, but that would alert the Enclave and get rid of both him and Sire. Not exactly the best option. OR, he could play it smart and NOT use explosives.

... He so hated when he had to choose the option that did NOT go boom.

"Oi... If you don't geth off me, yer gonna hurtm you know," came the muffled warning from the red-haired pyro, his face still in the dirt and body tensed to move at any second, neck muscles working veferishly to get air into his lungs...
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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Sire growled as he was successful in knocking Lavan down. He immediately kept one hand around Lavan’s throat, both squeezing and applying pressure to try to keep the redhead’s face in the floor. He did release his other hand, and used it to start pounding Lavan in the back of the head, trying to fracture his skull.

Sire was a brutal combatant. While he was originally from Panem, as a child he had gotten separated from his family and ended up in Legion territory. Living as a Legionnaire, he learned how to fight in the quickest, most brutal manner possible. He believed in overwhelming an enemy with sneaky, quick and brutal strikes and that is exactly as he intended to do to Lavan.

“Shut up and bleed!” Sire shouted at him as Lavan’s muffled voice rose over the sound of punching.
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Having received a slam to the back of his head, Lavan took that as a resounding "no" to his polite request. The following punches made him see stars... But also ignited the flame that seethed deep within him. After the fourth punch, he had enough.

It took some concentration, and it was difficult to do so through the pain and repeated blows, but Lavan managed to gather his energy... And his body heated up, the skin around his neck becoming blistering hot. The last punch never truly landed as Lavan's hair became a small inferno of white and gold, flames so hot they compared to the sun suddenly scorching the area around him.

With so much flame suddenly appearing out of nowhere, Lavan got the breather for his next trick... With which he set off some of the cherry bombs and fireworks around his belt, filling a 30-foot radius with snaps and sparkles of small explosives as they jumped off his belts and clasps and bounced all over the place, sending thousands of sparks and flashes into the air, turning the entire area into a sight hazard.

Hopefully, that would get the guy off his back...
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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As Lavan suddenly heated up and his hair burst into white-hot flames, Sire had to scream and jump away from him. The hand that had been around Lavan’s neck was now burnt severely and Sire was letting loose a swatch of profanity as he crawled away from Lavan.

Sire screamed at Lavan, though it was mostly loose cursing. Then he reached for his knife, pulling it with his still-good hand and charged at Lavan, trying to slash at him!
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As Sire crawled away, one hand burnt, Lavan rolled in the opposite direction, taking deep breaths and coughing as he got air back into his lungs. His vision swam, but was stabilizing quickly, but his head HURT now. And he could see two opponents! No, it was one, he was just seeing double.

Bastard actually got some good hits in on his head.

"... I'm going to assume you're not here to play."

As Sire stood up and faced Lavan with a knife, the red-headed boy shrugged and grinned, his hand reaching behind him and under the vest and pack on his back, gripping onto a handle, grinning wildly.

If there was one thing that Gallic WAS truthful in was leaving a pair of weapons for Lavan amongst the many stashes in the city. And while he had found only one so far, Gallic at least came through on that end. As Sire rushed forward with a knife, steel sang in the air as Lavan answered, twisting his body and flowing a chinese dao along with his body to strike against the incoming knife with more momentum than just an arm swing was capable of. The blade clashed with Sire's, and Lavan smirked from the side of the edge, the boy's other arm lashing out in punch towards Sire's face, opening at the last second and revealing a tiny, glowing bead in the palm.

The window to dodge this strike was tiny indeed, but Sire was experienced, so he would probably dodge...

Lavan was prepared for the eventuality though, his body continuing through the flow of the strike. If Sire dodged the palm, the swird would continue along the knife edge and leave Lavan facing Sire again and ready to defend himself. If Sire took the hit...

Well, it WOULD leave Lavan open, but Sire wouldn't have a head anymore.

Then again, his opponent was new... And Lavan wasn't arrogant enough to think he was the only one with surprises on his side.
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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-Vertibirds-

Edda frowned a little, “Yah...I guess I could see that...”

Edda sighed. He wasn't part of the Districts, the Enclave. He was dragged into this...but still...

He looked over to Chloe, Connor, and Sarai. They were part of that, had been every day of their lives...he couldn't just walk away...

-Forest-

“Yah...” Samuel said, then frowned, glancing towards Rica. If anyone could understand...

He looked down for a moment, then turned back to Rica.

“Yah...my ability. It was the only reason I won...” Samuel said, “And even when the pylons were on...I would feel pain...but I wouldn't get hurt. That last fight, it was me and this other guy. He hit me hard with an axe, right across the chest. Pylons were on, I should have been ripped in half from the blow. All it did was hurt like crazy, but I got up, not bleeding, nothing. I managed to kill him with a knife then, when he was shocked I wasn't dead.”
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Sire was an extremely experience combatant. The Legion focused more on hand-to-hand combat and the use of melee weapons than firearms, and Sire was one of the best with both.

As such, he was able to evade Lavan’s punch and spin around. They were not far from one another, with their blades still locked in combat. Sire looked to Lavan, grinning as he watched the blood drip from Lavan’s wounds.

“You have some skill… but not enough.” Sire growled, and he immediately attacked. He slashed with his knife towards Lavan’s face, but he also kicked for his shins. His hope was that Lavan would be so busy protecting his throat from the knife, that Sire could trip him back onto the ground – and move in for the kill.

[Forest]

“Impressive.” Rica chuckled. “I’m surprised you survived with the Pylons on… I have to wonder what that means.”

Rica shrugged. It was an interesting thing to note, but right now his mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Melanie.

“I don’t think I could do that, but I’ve never tried. You’re full of surprises.”
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Unfortunately for Sire, Lavan was no amateur when it came to fighting either. While he had no formal military training and he wasn't exactly the most ruthless of fighters, Lavan was like a flame: unpredictable, always different, hot, passionate, and stronger with every blow.

So as Sire lasted out with both a knife and a trip, Lavan obviously went to block the knife, but again his body followed and so did his feet. When steel clashed again, Sire's leg impacted with Lavan's... And met harsh resistance as the red-head's stance ended his legs in perfect parallel to Sire's strikes, hos footing sure and stable.

"You can't trip me! Ha-ha, you lose this attempt! But then again, this isn't chess, so..."

And in a flurry, Lavan counterattacked, the blade whipping about him in a graceful arc, keeping so close to his body that the tip of the handle looked like it was in danger of snagging on his sparse clothing. Nonetheless, it never snagged, and a quintet of consecutive strikes lashed out against Sire, trying to draw blood.
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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Sire had to be on his A-Game at the moment to evade Lavan’s expert slashes. The problem was, Sire was NOT on his A-Game. He had already been electrocuted not long ago, and that definitely was a problem for him. His muscles hurt, and his movements were not as strong or fluid as they normally could be.

Still, Sire dodged several of the slashes, but not all of them. Several slashes met their marks and ripped open his skin, digging into Sire and causing him to curse in pain. He quickly moved back, opening the distance between Lavan and himself.

Sire was used to up close, personal fighting. It seemed Lavan was also an expert of that – except Lavan had a longer blade, and thus had an advantage.

“This isn’t chess. This is a murder. Your’s.” Sire growled, and he grabbed a broken chair and threw it at Lavan – and then quickly rushed, trying to stab him while he was distracted with the chair!
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The slashes Lavan dealt to his opponent were mere flesh wounds, cuts that would not do much in limiting his mobility. Due to the nature of the strikes that Lavan had to utilize, the blade was closer to the body, thus weakening the attacks. A defensive nature to the style, but it certainly did its job in creating distance.

The moment it did, Lavan began acting with his powers. Once Sire jumped away, Lavan was already in the middle of focusing on the flame and bringing up multiple swirls and patterns in the air around him. This was nothing more than a feinting tactic as he gathered a large amount of heat within his fingertips, making them glow with an internal flame.

Contrary to popular belief, Lavan was not at an advantage in melee. No, he was at a DISadvantage. A knife required far less maneuvering space to work than a blade, even a chinese dao. This meant that Sire could make fewer motions and still create a perfectly lethal strike, but Lavan had to keep his blade close and quick to match a knife and its holding hand. And even then, there was a difference in motion.

The only reason he forced Sire to back away was because of those few slashes.

And he capitalized on that advantage. As the chair flew at him, Lavan surged forward, running in great, loping leaps before reching the exact space he needed before twisting his body and letting the sword flow again. The momentum behind the blade advanced the strength of the blow to enough to cleave the chair in half and send the pieces flying wild... But Sire was so much quicker than Lavan anticipated that the red-haired boy's eyes widened in disbelief as Sire's knife sank into his side.

The look of disbelief, however, was replaced instantly with a mischievous grin as the clatter of a blade signified that the boy dropped the dao, Lavan gripped onto the arm holding the knife...

And his other arm, fingertips still glowing with red, impacted with Sire's stomach, setting off the equivalent of a detonating grenade right in the opponent's stomach.

"Gotcha!"
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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Sire was very briefly pleased to have stabbed Lavan, and quickly attempted to twisted the knife around in Lavan to create a nasty wound that would bleed severely, but before he could do it Lavan jammed his fingers into Sire, and there was an explosion with the force of a grenade!

He was thrown backwards, with the side of his stomach ripped open. Sire was bleeding profusely now, and in very bad shape. He would die if he didn’t do something.

So Sire turned and rushed towards the window and jumped straight out of it, well aware that his body would now be covered in glass, but he did not care. As he fell he slammed his arm into the side of the building, slowing his descent.

He still hit the ground hard, and likely broke something in his leg. Even that did not stop him from running off – Sire was a survivor.

Unfortunately.
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Lavan scoffed as Sire ran, and shouted at the opponent as he was launching himself out the window.

"And STAY out! Nyahahahahaha! Ow."

Looking down, he watched the knife as it began to heat up in the flames. Sighing to himself and hissing in pain, Lavan let the heat rise in the knife, slowly melting down the steel in the blade and letting it flow until it was at the entrance of the wound, killing every germ possible that was stuck in there. Then, the molten steel cooled rapidly, solidifying into a temporary scab that he would get rid of later. He looked over his other wounds, slight scratches from there he rolled on the ground, the large gash from the knife and his still-smarting head, and shrugged.

"... That was actually kind of exciting."

He paused, and then ran over to the window again.

"HEEEY! COME BACK HERE SO WE CAN FIGHT SOME MORE, DAMMIT!!!"

Hearing no answer after a few seconds, Lavan muttered something to himself and walked back into the room before collapsing next to one of the walls as fatigue and pain came over him.

"I'll just rest a little... Just a little..."

And he passed out like a light...

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Somewhere in the Arena

That was a day and a half ago. After waking up 30 hours after he was wounded, Lavan tried to rapidly catch up to his plan, but failed in the end. The rebels came to rescue everybody except for him, and he ended up stuck here in the arena with the Enclave moving in with large forces.

Well, at least he had Plan B now.

And that meant lots of explosions.

Finally, he clicked another switch and winced again as the knife wound acted up. It wasn't as bad anymore, and he could move normally, but it still bled lightly sometimes, and he still needed bandages. The metallic scab was long gone, removed even before he woke up.

"Now, I wait... Come on, Gally... Come ooooon..."

He looked over the ledge of the window he was hidden behind, watching the city.

"Come on, move your forces quicker..."
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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The Enclave will collapse… hopefully soon.”

"Well just wake me up when that happens" Chloe said, closing her eyes. Her head was still spinning and her chest hurt once more....She just hoped she'd wake up eventually, rather than be shot out of the sky by angry Enclave soldiers. The girl gave a little sigh.

“You have to do hit and run tactics,”

"M-More f-fighting?" Sarai whimpered, trying to appear mostly invisible (force of habit) but speaking none-the-less. "I-Is th-tha-thaat the o-o-o-only w-way?" The girl looked down at Connor's cot, keeping her eyes low.
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[The Arena]

The Enclave forces were moving into the area. Large tanks drove through the deserted streets of what was once called New York City. Enclave soldiers in Power Armor rushed through the streets, looking for any Tributes or Rebels who were still in the city – and ready to execute them immediately.

[Vertibirds]

“The fighting isn’t over.” Nanami said, looking to Sarai. This girl looked frail and scared, but she had survived the Games… that meant Sarai was a lot tougher than she looked, and Nanami knew it.

“Though you kids won’t have to fight anymore.” Nanami added.

“… I want to.” Connor muttered, looking up at Nanami. “They killed my parents… I want to fight…”
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“… I want to. They killed my parents… I want to fight…”

"N-No!" Sarai exclaimed, suddenly speaking up when Connor mentioned he wanted to fight. Sarai instantly shook her head, afraid of what would happen if the boy were to confront the people who killed his parents. She didn't want to lose him-

Sarai then realized her outburst and her cheeks flushed red. She stuttered a bit and looked back down at her lap. "S-S-Sor-Sorry"
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