Description: Nobody thinks twice about G-Project. Not even G-Project. Mary, recovering from her long sleep, need to exercise. To earn a sensation to remind her that life is worth living. Raoghnailt is simply in the dog house. A party girl who wants to have fun, make friend, and fill her life with the remaining sensations she has. So the two girls sneak out to the greek mountains, to enjoy both life, love, and happiness. With fighting.
The exquisite land of Greece - home to some of the most influencial men of the world - and perhaps, some that aim to become.
But it is not simply by his hand that he could accomplish it.
The winds are heavy today, higher in one of the mountains outside of Greece. It is not a well traveled mountain, but it is best, for the words that would be said are not for many ears. A woman in all black sits, carefully, motionless. She waits. She has told one other of her where-abouts - now that she has awoken once again. Preserved, perhaps.
Ageless as she is, now, her pale skin is much like a ghoul - but without any slight bit of aging. Not that her colleage would mind, she is sure.
The parasol, slowly spinning in the wind, held tightly by her hand, is enough of a marking - black against the green cliffs.
"Is it beautiful for you, Mary?"
Raoghnailt sits high up on the cliff, her cane and soft shoes sitting neatly beside each other next to her. Her naked feet kicking back and forth, she quietly faced ahead. The winds were high and heavy, swirling around the young scottish girl. There was lot of energy around here, and Raoghnailt was well attuning herself with the chi. She likes wind chi. She liked water chi better, but wind chi was very soothing. The strong chi of the earth was also powerful here, but for Raoghnailt, she found the energy to be too... worldly. All that was needed was a fire.
Maybe she COULD start a fire, just to make it all balanced.
Raoghnailt calls out again, vaguely sensing where Mary was at. Her chi signature was unique to Raoghnailt, and at least, familiar to her. "I left without telling Mrs. Black! I'm learning more and more on how to take care of myself, Mary. Soon I will be able to go wherever I want to, whenever I want to. Ain't that barry, aye?" The girl smiles, showing all her teeth happily. Mary's invitation was a bit mysterious, but Raoghnailt likes a bit of mystery. More importantly, she liked mischief, and making Mrs. Black earn her grey hairs was oodles of fun in it itself. The girl brings her legs tightly together, and leans dangerously over the edge of the cliff.
"So what cha want me for, Mary?"
Of course, Raoghnailt was blind - but the parasol was not so much for the sight of the other girl - project? It was hard to decide - but equally as hard to care. Projects or not, they were there for a reason - whether or not, as well, they liked that reason.
The parasol is twirled, giving a bit of a light breeze as Mary twists on the handle, back and forth, rhymaticlaly. "Very." She answers, "Disregardin' the newer buildings, they say most of the land hasn't changed. Not a sight better than that. Lookin' on what others did hundreds of years ago. Bein' there." Mary has a more simplistic like and dislike. Perhaps a bit crazy, as well, but certainly no worse than any other in their merry little band.
"Oh heavens, she'll be so very bothered." Mary says, laughter in her voice. "But ya'll alright yourself. Don't see why they need to lead ya'll around like you were some kinda cow." But the question comes, 'why'. It's not a hard one to answer.
"Ya'll know I've been asleep for so long? Well it's made me miserable I'm afraid." She stands, using the parasol to heft herself up. "To know I've spent even longer without stretchin' out, without doin' ... somethin'!" She gets out. Too many things to do, and she's done zilch of it!
"But ya weren't sleepin'. So maybe ya'll know more than I have - but that's for sometime else. Sometimes ya'll gotta stretch out. Little ol' me is rusty - almost forgotten every blasted thing. Though that nice Griffon masked man gave me quite the run, I'm itchin' for somethin' more, ya'll understand, Raoghnailt?" She looks down, swinging the parasol over her shoulder.
aoghnailt keeps smiling warmly and energetically. "I've been awake, but I've been scolded very harshly for what I do when I am awake. You are very wise, Mary. When you chose to relax, you sleep!" Raoghnailt giggles, and pats her hand around to her side, feeling for her shoes and cane. Grabbing the shoes first, she continues.
"I'm in more trouble than just giving Mrs. Black the slip! I've been lazy. Why, I've even heard that Urien is disappointed. A got a right a'scuddered when I heard about that!" As she speaks, she begins to put each of the shoes on, fixing the crocs on snugly. As both are on, she pats around again, this time for the cane. "You shouldn't be miserable about being asleep. I'll tell you more in a wee bit, but lets say that dreams are always more beautiful than reality. Do you know I can see in my dreams?" Raoghnailt grips her cane, and with a small push, she falls down from the cliff.
She swings her arms, swirling the chi energy around her as she falls. The energy begins to surge around her, slowing down her fall as she freely channels the energy. As she reaches the ground, however, he graceful ascend shifts to something more pragmatic. With a thud, Raoghnailt lands with a roll, tumbling just short of roughly. Rising up, she dusts herself up. "It's not the fall that is tricky. It's the short stop I have trouble with! Did I mess up my dress?" Raoghanilt says, holding her cane out to sweep around, gauging her surroundings.
Her dress was, in fact, quite dirty.
Mrs. Black will not be pleased.
Mary's smile is not a pure one - infact, it is more of a crooked grin plastered onto a face as 'perfect' as she had wanted it. "Perhaps it was wise... but I don't always wish to be wise. There are other times to be wise." She responds, one of her hands resting against the stone cliffside.
"Oh, you disappointed him?" A bit curious - there are a few ways Mary can imagine, but none of them were particularly simple. But Mary has never been interested in the past - oh no, only if it's part of the present.
"Ya'll never told me about that. But it's never the same darlin' - ya'll can be happy in yours, but I find no pleasure restin' that long. Ain't exactly why I joined up, y'know." The grin flares up again as Mary watches Raoghnailt fall to her death.
Minus the death.
The energy that surges around Raoughnailt causes some of Mary's clothing to blow, the woman tilting her head to glance at the effects - and it's not a welcome warmth from the energy Rao has. "I imagine it would be hard for ya, darlin'. What with no idea where the stop is! But ya'll down, now."
"And no... you haven't at all." Mary knows something Raoghnailt does not - the dress will not /stay/ dirty.
Taking two heavy steps forwards, Mary digs the now bladed top of the parasol into the land, twisting. "Now, darlin'. Would you be a dear and get us started?" The voice full of amusement. She's such a lively young thing. Perhaps what she was once - the thought is quickly dashed. She was never young - she was, as long as she would like to remember, always this old - and will always be.
COMBATSYS: Mary has started a fight here.
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Mary 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt has joined the fight here.
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Mary 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt smiles are often pure, and this one was no exception. She was blind to most of the evils of the world, most importantly, the evils of G-Project. Innocence ran through her, but as she hinted, Raoghnailt was, at heart, a bit of a party girl. "I was being lazy. I really made them mad by... by going out drinking, instead of doing my job. I was scolded at VERY roughly. I cried all night." Raoghnailt goes silent. "So I am going to make up for that. And I will need your help!"
Raoghanilt sweeps her arms, and suddenly, the wind in the area dies down slightly. Around Raoghnailt, a small whirlwind picks up around her, the lass drawing from the surrounding chi. "And you need to be fit! So come on! Lets spar! I want to wake you right up!"
Raoghanilt launches through the air, the whirlwind carrying her. Spinning with the free channeling wind chi, the girl pinpoints precisely where she senses Mary. Carrying the energy with her, she fixes it on her cane, trying to cut Mary down with both cane and wind. She would likely bowl over her companion, leaving her weak in the wake. But this was all fun for Raoghnailt. And besides, she never experienced Mary's fighting style.
Maybe it will be fun.
COMBATSYS: Mary blocks Raoghnailt's On Angels Wings.
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Mary 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Raoghnailt
"Oh what a darlin', doing all of this for me and dear Urien!" It's a bit of amusement beyond what might be interpreted as good nature - though for the most part, Mary lacks any of that. "Your tears won't be wasted darlin', and neither will any o' ya'll time!" Mary leans into the parasol, digging deeper into the earth.
For good reason, Mary even has to hold onto her rather fancy hat as the wind dies down - but is focused around Raoughnailt.
Bounding towards her, Raoghnailt launches through the air - and Mary's pale face is locked upon the girl. The parasol is raised, slamming against the cane with a resounding crack, of steel and perhaps metal. The wind bears down on Mary, her dress and hair fluttering in the resounding force. The wind wears heavy against her, the strike bringing weakness to her limbs - but she manages to hold.
"My word, aren't ya'll just a powderkeg!" But even on the defensive, Mary has plans. The parasol's handle is grasped with one hand, the other holding steady the metal. The handle comes loose, links of chain following that are looped moments later around Raoghnailt's leg, the parasol's head being yanked back with both hands.
"But darlin' - I also just love feelin' alive!" Wind or no, Rao would be introduced again to the air, dashed against the rockface, whipped into it by a flick of the chain.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt blocks Mary's Go Fly a Kite.
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Mary 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt doesn't see the chain.
As Raoghnailt tears into Mary, she slows down, preparing to land. She doesn't notice the chain until it is wrapped around her leg. "What? Oh no!" The lass exclaims as she begins to swing her cane to try and deflect. She manages to catch some of it before she is launched. The wind chi around her flares to life as Raoghnailt becomes buffeted at swung by the very forces that carried it. It looks like her energies growing out of her control... until she falls far short of the cliff face.
Instead, she drops down painfully a short distance away, her red hair frayed and wild from her channeling the wind chi recklessly, doing whatever she could in panic. She was afraid of that last trick, and she didn't find it very funny. "That was mean, Mary. What was that, a chain? When did you have chains! I thought you had an umbrella!" She rises up gingerly; while the hail mary Hailed Mary's attack, it was more of a panic button than a disciplined defense. She was even more of a mess than before. And she was looking more than just a bit peeved.
Hunching over a bit, she held out her cane straight in the air, parallel to the ground. The wind energy glowed bright blue as it began to manifest around the tool. Swinging it around somewhat clumsily, she pouts. "I'll give you a wild ripping for that! Come on!" Shuffling over at a steady pace, she advances on Mary slowly. Raoghnailt didn't face her, but faced somewhere beyond her before... she lunges in, sweeping her cane in a wide, powerful arc as she once again overextends herself. If Mary was struck by the cane, the impact would be hardly worth any attention. But the buffeting energy that surrounded it would send her flying, cutting her down to the very bones.
COMBATSYS: Mary interrupts Power Strike from Raoghnailt with Beg Your Pardon.
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Mary 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Despite the poor little darlings harsh, harsh words, Mary is quite content. A short bit of laughter is quite tell-tale from it all! "Oh yes, yes. We all have our secrets darlin' -" She twirls the parasol around in her hands, sliding the chain back as Raoughnailt lands, rather violently. "And it has quite a bit more than you've seen!"
"But I shouldn't be tellin' you not everythin' is as it seems." She muses, the parsol over her shoulder once again. "I'm sure ya'll have seen it more than a handful o' times! And it ain't the last time, neither!"
Her eyes shoot to the cane - the bright energy she can almost feel. "Oh, dearie, PLEASE don't hold back! It's the one thing that'll ruffle my feathers!" A slow advance - and then a sudden lunge. The parasol is pulled from over the should, swung to meet Raoghnailt's sweep - but while the swing begins, it slams into Mary's shoulder, the wind chi buffering into her - tearing at the delicate cloth that she wore, ripping at the flesh beneath. But /oh/ what a wonderful feeling it truly was!
The parasol, open, is thrust in return, the top tip, oddly, not a nasty blade. She wouldn't stab the poor child! Not quite yet. The charge knocks aside both the blow and Raoghnailt, Mary, wounded, coming to a stop where the blind project just was, back to her for only a moment.
Oh foo bears!
"Foo bears!" Came the cry as Raoghnailt feels her lunge countered. Raoghnailt manages to make a flesh wound, but Mary is simply more... skilled! Technical! As the scottish lass is knocked back by the thrust, her assault interrupted, she can't help but smile. "Wow! Just wow! You are very good, Mary. Better than me!" She says wholesomely and sincerely.
Stepping back, she begins to sweep her arms, lowering herself down. As she clutches her abdomen softly, The wind chi suddenly disperses from around her, and the surrounding winds pick up. That last blow hurt a great deal. Maybe it was time to draw from another source. Standing back, she faces ahead, a little bit away from Mary. "You should teach me how to fight hand to hand, Mary. I'm not very good at it." Raoghnailt says flatly. "I try, and I am taught fencing, but I don't like fencing. I want to whack things instead. And blast them. Yeah! I won't hold back on this one! I can feel your strength, Mary, your inner strength! Let me feel you dodge this one!"
The ground suddenly shudders as Raoghnailt digs her nails into the ground. As she rises up, green chi piles from her hand, drawn from the earth. Clutching the chi, she begins to draw a symbol in the air, telegraphing one of her powerful, chi blasts. It was a short, simple symbol, recalling the gaelic style of artwork. But as she finishes the runic sign, she smashes it with her fist. A rift in the ground erupts, unleashing a roaring blast of stone, earth, and sand towards Mary. Raoghnailt was a miserable technician when it came to fighting.
But she was a wonderful project.
COMBATSYS: Mary dodges Raoghnailt's Starlight Dreamer.
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Mary 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Raoghnailt
"Now, I wouldn't say that just yet darlin'!" Mary happily exclaims, "I'm just different in a way that ya haven't accustomed to yet!" As happy and carefree - and nice, Raoghnailt is, Mary isn't all the same. "Ya'll make this older woman feel young again!"
And in truth, she certainly does. To be awakened through combat, to feel what she had been imbued with. To feel everything they had changed about her - to make her what she was now. Not a second of the day does she wish to waste such gifts.
But a body is not built to be used in such a way. Not naturally, at least.
"Oh now you know, the best teacher is experience darlin' - getting right into the nitty gritty's part of hand to hand that most dears just ain't up to!" Her clothing ruffles as the ground nearly explodes, the little dear pulling the very soul of the earth above her, telegraphing in particular, the ferocity that was shortly to come.
If Mary could grow paler - she would.
"Oh my word!" The chain is pulled back again, hooking a jut of stone above, Mary leaping, scaling the wall and running along it as a rock smashes right against the side of the cliff face, sand blasting it to a sparkling shine. "My darlin'... iffin' anyone can teach anyone anythin' - it'd be you teachin me. But it's just the finer points!" She runs down the wall, grasping the other end as she dashes for Raoghnailt, moving to wrap the chain around her body, encircling the younger dear with the chain about her arms and legs - and then pulling.
If it was snug before, she'd be like two peas in a pod - but one less pea, and a smaller pod!
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt dodges Mary's Sleeping Time.
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Mary 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt was nice. She had a fiery temper sometimes, but she was a kind woman. G-Project didn't change that about her, only directed her energies and personality as a tool for Urien. Mary might be just a bit weary, but just a bit sour. But for Raoghnailt? She was a companion, a co-worker that she would like to go out with.
But of course, Raoghnailt wanted to be the stronger of the pair.
Raoghnailt does tighten her lips in frustration as the blast of earth whips past Mary's aura. "You are old, Mary? You don't sound old. And you don't move like you are old. And I don't want experience, I want to learn quickly!" Raoghnailt states with the impatience equal to someone much younger than her. As Mary's runs along the wall, the scottish lass moves her head with the belle's movements. As the madam closes towards Raoghnailt, she tilts her head. She hears the sound of a chain. Remembering the grab and toss before, she overreacts, sweeping her cane around. Another eruption of stone and sand blazes up around her. The chain is swept up in the blast, deflecting it away from the young woman's body.
Raoghnailt was being very inefficient with her technique, and sweat was beginning to run off her brow. She was getting tired now. Taking deep breathes, she focuses, the earthen chi drawing towards her cane. Weighted down with stone and green energy, it was more like a club now. As Mary finishes closing in, Raoghnailt decides to counter attack. "How do you move so fast?" The girl asks, genuinely curious. Gripping the cane with both hands, she lunges in, swinging the club up hard. Mary was on the wall, after all, and she had a stronger visual gauge of what was going on.
On the other hand, Raoghnailt didn't need her eyes to gauge her friend.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Mary with Medium Strike.
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Mary 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Raoghnailt
"Oh, I am not old, dearie, no. But I'm not the slightest bit young either!" She exclaims, as Raoughnailt blasts outwards with stone and sand, the chain swept away, clattering against the ground, leaving Mary to hold the shaft of the parasol - the chain laying lifeless against the ground.
The club is brought up against the metal of the chain - but force prevails where style had not. The metal is forced aside, stone and cane impacting heavily upon the woman's body - but it is a lovely pain. The pain of being alive. Tumbling backwards, Mary's dress helps very little in letting her get upright, but she does, jamming the bladed end into the stone to stop her horizontal fall - before it became a vertical.
"Haha... How do I move so fast? Dear, ya'll get to be light on your feet when it's what you're on day in an' out... but I've got my fair share of aids too, y'know." Staggering back to her feet after that quip - the fallen chain is eyed by the woman, the length of chain near Mary grasped as she rose, pulled upon heavily as she makes it to her feet.
The length of chain moves to catch Rao's leg, taking her head over heels as it's recoiled to the parasol Mary holds.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt fails to reflect Snare Whip from Mary with Mortal Recoil.
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Mary 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Raoghnailt
"What?"
Raoghnailt blushes bright red when Mary mentions the source of her strength. Bashing her friend hard, she was now off-balanced by the comment. She guessed that Mary was somewhere in between middle-aged. But she talked funny. Maybe it was what the Southern Yanks do. But as the comment about the aids is made...
Raoghnailt brings a hand to her blindfold, where her eyes laid. She remember how she gave herself to G-Project. How she lost her sight. Disease. The girl's eyes begin to glow brightly, the auras around her becoming very, very clear. She began to draw a symbol in the air, preparing a barrier as Mary begins to spring. She had intense vision of what was happening. She could hear the chain as it whipped out. But something in Raoghnailt's heart couldn't hit the symbol to blast the whip back. Mary might be able to see her holding back as she is knocked right off her feet, the green symbol flickering a moment before fading away.
Raoghnailt was struggling, patting around to find a means of rising up off the ground. Pushing herself up by the cane, the lights of her eyes still penetrated the blindfold, but she seemed... troubled. Quietly, she asks Mary.
"... Were you sick, Mary? Long ago?"
"Ya'll could call it that." Mary responds, carelessly. Without a single other word to go on it. WEren't they all 'sick' in a way? Doomed to eventually crumble to dust, like the world she had seen around her, back then. Eventually to succumb to old age - eventually to never wake up. But she had a past - and she no longer wanted it.
It didn't matter what kind of past it was, anymore. The choice, to simply dive head first into this, and to give up everything she was before, was enough for her - and the effects seemingly lasted. Perhaps, she believes, they can last forever.
"But it's all right now. Little ol' me ain't like that anymore. So don't ya'll worry about me dearie - especially not now!" She laughs - somewhat goodnatured, but one that is to comfort her as well. That is, herself. Not Rao.
"Now get up dearie. I don't want to take advantage of ya'll good nature." Not hers, at least. And not now.
COMBATSYS: Mary takes no action.
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Mary 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt's eye-lights begin to die down as she takes a brief breather. Mary liked her secrets. Raoghnailt liked her own secrets too. But Mary liked hers better, it seemed. "Thank you, Mary. You are a very nice person." Readying herself, the woman takes a deep breath. Exhaling, she begins to raise her arm up... before lowering it down.
"Okay, I am ready."
Raoghnailt gracefully shuffles towards Mary, her cane sweeping the ground before her as the scottish lass reaches out with her other hand. She intended to grab her opponent, and simply clutch her. Mary's chi was very curious to Raoghnailt; after all, she did say she liked water. Something was strange about Mary's aura, and Raoghnailt wanted to play with it. Should Raoghnailt get a grip on Mary, she would begin to open a chakra, crushing a pressure point right on her arm. There, she would begin to wrench out her very aura, her very spiritual energy. A painful, draining process for the victim. But with the third element at her finger tips, Raoghnailt may be more creative with her energy attacks.
COMBATSYS: Mary interrupts Medium Throw from Raoghnailt with Singing in the Rain.
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Mary 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Raoghnailt
"Good. Good, darlin'." The chain is swung in her hand, the short length spun about in one hand, the other part of the parasol over her shoulder, held there. The graceful shuffle that comes from Raoghnailt is, indeed, quite graceful - but Mary is not the most deserving of a spectacle.
If anything, the arts are lost on her. Perhaps not efficient, but certainly brutal - as Raoghnailt would shortly find out. Raoghnailt would get that grip she so wants, the very aura she had hoped to play with - to wrench it out -
"Darlin' - you could have just asked!" A short bout of laughter - and Raoghnailt is pulled free from Mary - the damage done, the energy flowing out, culminating about the cliffside. Rain began to pour down, Raoghnailt beginning to be spun around the battlefield like some kind of toy, the girl getting introduced to another kind of tornado. "How much have a dear you've been to me - I just can't say no to ya."
The rain begins to burn - Mary as well, though the pale skin is only made more pure. It may not do the same to Raogh's, but her clothing would be washed free, at least, from all of the dirt - since she would shortly be landing against the wall, released 'safely' to slam into it.
The rain doesn't stop, though. It continues to pour - though not deadly, now.
"Darlin - do let me see now how blessed you are." She expects something great from the girl now - the G-project almost ensures it will come, and she stands ready, however worn.
Raoghnailt draws out the caustic energy, but she only gets a small taste. It is sour, slightly tempting, but bears a dark aftertaste. Like a good stout. Raoghnailt got thirsty. Her gracefulness was lost not on Mary, but to her own personal perceptions. She was actually a bit clumsy, a weakness of hers still not refined out. This would become more apparently as the lady is spun around as Mary counters, hurling her right for the wall as she is slammed hard.
Again, the landing is everything. Dropping to the ground, her dress becomes quite cleansed by the rain. Raoghnailt is hardly affected, the energy of the rain fueling her. Raoghnailt was badly bruises, and even bleeding from the rough tosses and tumbles. But as she raises up, she seems to be... smiling even more. She was hurt, but this was truly fun. She needed practice, and this just showed it more. As she struggles back up, she takes a deep, difficult breath in. And a slow, wincing breath out. "Then I will show you my most special technique."
"Come closer, Mary."
The rain begins to pour down harder. The wind begins to blow more intense. And as Raoghnailt stepped towards Mary, her body beginning to glow brightly with a pale, blue light, she would see how every step caused the ground to implode and crack. Elemental power was beginning to grow more wild around her as she approaches Mary. The cane was dangling from a strap on her wrist. Her arms were open. Ever carefully, but with surprising, diligent speed, Raoghnailt closed in on Mary.
To embrace her.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Mary with Vision of Infinity.
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Mary 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt wraps her arms around Mary gently, embracing her. Raoghnailt just holds her. She begins to hum a distant, wordless song as the rain stops. The wind stops. And the earth seems to soften beneath them. Raoghnailt's aura dies down briefly. Holding Mary in place, she finally speaks.
"I am going to free all your energy."
There is an explosion around Raoghnailt as earth, water, and wind explodes upwards, tearing across Mary. Raoghnailt's body burns brightly again, shielding her from the onslaught of raw chi. Mary's aura was being a free-channeling outlet for not only her energy, but for the very energy of the surrounding environment. It was raw, unspeakable, and unstoppable energy, and after only a few seconds.... it ends. Raoghnailt holds Mary around the crater of the energy, where the earth was torn away.
Finally, she lets go.
"Oh dear Raoghnailt, you'll have to come closer to me." She responds, grinning brightly - perhaps more like a crocodile. "I can't just give you what you want, now can I? Where would the fun be in that?"
But she can see what the girl wishes for. She can see just what she tries to attempt - and she can see just how painful it will be. For within the eye of the storm, all things become clear. But she does not go into Raoghnailt's storm, no. Not on purpose. Not by choice.
It doesn't matter. She can see an opening - and she goes for it, dashing towards Rao - past her. But she does not reach the opening. Embraced, Mary is held close. The very music of the elements ends. Nothing is heard. Nothing is felt, shortly. The energy that erupts about Rao, about Mary, does so quite abruptly. She isn't left to wonder what it would feel like - no. She simply knows. The pain is all she knows for a brief moment, energy swallowing her up.
She does not scream - she simply collapses to her knees as she lets go, falling forwards.
But she catches herself. "Yes... That's why ya'll so very special to him, aren't ya?" She laughs - a bit pained, obvious from the cough that follows. More than a bit - her skin is especially glowing, but not in the good way.
"But ... maybe ya'll should .. rest." The parasol, supporting her weight, is swung upwards, nearly point blank already to the young woman, to knock her upwards. She'd follow, leaping up, swinging heavy strike after heavy strike, smashing her towards the ground with a hefty blow to the midsection, to put any thoughts of anymore fighting out of her mind - why, it would plumb tucker her out!
If each strike is perfect.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt blocks Mary's Practically Perfect.
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Mary 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt remains standing at Mary unleashes her counter attack. The blue aura that was once around her begins to diffuse. As Mary rushes, it's like running through a thick, material fog. Mary's movements are slowed down through the ethereal field. And with her motions reduced, Raoghnailt finds enough time to defend herself.
At first, she tries blocking the blows with her limbs. As prediction became a crap shoot, she gripped her cane. Mary was trying to make her tired, and in a way, she was succeeding. Raoghnailt did not have the endurance for these long matches, and she was already becoming over extended. As the onslaught slows down, Raoghnailt arms begin to bleed through her dress. Her arms really hurt. The girl sniffles a bit. "Sorry Mary, but I need to win."
Suddenly, the diffused field solidifies as Raoghnailt focuses hard. A flash of pale white energy erupts in the air around both of the girls. The scottish woman suddenly flashes, telegraphing the second flash that would follow. A blast of energy erupts from within Raoghnailt, trying to push Mary back. It was weak, fast, and extremely draining. The girl would be very weak after this. And hopefully, able to survive the follow-up attack.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Mary with Crucible.
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Mary 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Raoghnailt
She's slowed - and Mary can only see why as the assault comes, after. "Oh dear - don't you worry about me. I had my fun!" She claims, grinning - despite the fatigue. Despite everything she feels. Or perhaps, more correctly, because of everything she feels. The field that has risen must fall.
And with it, falls Mary. It solidifies, and the energy flashes that melt it away, pushing her back, taking the remaining fight out of her. She can't see a single way out, except through. She, once again, does not make it.
As the first energy flash begins, she finds herself slower - and as the second, from Raoghnailt, erupts, she finds herself unable to continue, tossed backwards onto her rear and back, staring upwards. The weapon is knocked from her hand, and as Mary collapses - she gives a slight laugh.
"Very, very good dear. Ya'll shown little ol' me just why you're still with us - and have given me quite the workout... I feel so alive now." Her hat rolls of her head, caught, thankfully, by the parasol as it comes to a stop. "Far better than that stuffy ol' bed." Which really wasn't a bed. Far too metal, far too cramped.
COMBATSYS: Mary takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Mary can no longer fight.
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Raoghnailt leans on her cane, the energy sending Mary to the ground. "... I'm sorry. I need to stop being so rough." She murmurs... and looks at her friend. "... But you fight very well, Mary. Let me help you back. I want to carry you back. You can be my eyes." Raoghnailt began to shuffle over towards Mary.
"We can go back home together."
It wasn't really home. But Raoghnailt will always believe it to be home, wherever her heart was.
Log created on 21:35:55 10/20/2010 by Raoghnailt, and last modified on 12:40:00 10/22/2010.