lucetimods: (Masamune)
Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-02-26 10:41 am
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We're more than carbon and chemicals

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))
markofthewise: (Hairdown)

[Any day, Offensive Front]

[personal profile] markofthewise 2011-03-17 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Time to finish it. As Sokka jumps at the Elite, he goes for the wings. The Elite makes an attempt to grab at Sokka, but the smaller warrior is too fast and all the warrior manages to do is grab the wolf tail, causing the hairtie to break and his hair come loose. A few strands are lost in the attempt, but it doesn't stop Sokka from getting one good cut on the wings, crippling the larger warrior. While he still has the momentum, he starts hacking into the part of the wing not armored until he has a chace to try and pry the armor off completely.

Unfortunately he forgot the Elite also has magic at his disposal and is oblivious to a rock that's levitating behind him.]

[Any day, Offensive Front]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2011-03-25 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[His ears strained to hear the Elite, the sounds of Sokka and Yuan around him were crystal clear yet this one was like a ghost in the night. The samurai fell into a defensive stance, one the monks had taught him in his youth. He waited patiently for that one telling mark of any strike. It was in that instant it rang clearly: the hard exhale of breath from swinging the sword. As the silvery blade came down, ready to cleave through flesh and bone, two hands clapped together, sending a crack like thunder sounding into the air. The Elite stood in shock, straining to bring the blade down, only to find it held firmly between the samurai's hands. A battle of wills and strength had begun, both trying to overwhelm the other.]