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[Closed] Galactic Tournament| Time: Afternoon| Weather: Raining
Tickles:
The claw trooper kicked Ripfang, launching both of them back, and the arrows flew between them.
Wrong choice. Blitz Claw!
He closed the gap between himself and the hylian almost instantly, and gave him a sick smile before letting loose a flurry of swipes at the hylian. Ripfang knew that if he was going to win this, he would have to get rid of both of them, so he let loose a series of howl bursts at both of his attackers. He ran behind them to use as cover to get a close up attack, hopefully on one of them.
The-Blades-slave:
Link
Years of battle allowed him to see the Claw trooper shift to charge, and his bow was replaced by sword and shield. He deflected several of the slashes, winded by the insane power behind them. Tossing his weapons into the air, he performed a flip backwards, the last slice shredding the front of his garb. Panting, he could do nothing as a howl tore into him, cutting him and throwing him back against a wall. His weapons clattered to the ground beside him, and pulling himself up, he staunched the bleeding on his chest, and charged at RipFang! He drew back the master sword, slashing at him in a complex series of weaving and dodging.
Tickles:
Ripfang was trying to dodge each swipe of the sword, but they were coming in too fast. He took a hit on his side, and the pain felt real. Never in an astral fight did he, or anyone he knew, fell this much pain, maybe a minor cringe. He clutched his side and fell too his knees, trying to call for mercy, but a pained howl came out. The claw trooper took the opportunity to take care of the hylian while his back was turned, using blitz claw to get behind him, and take a stab at the elf's head.
The-Blades-slave:
Link
His gut was telling him to move, and he always listened to his gut. He leaped to the side, and something plunged into his back. Coming out of the front of his shoulder. The claw was covered in blood, slightly darker than the average humans. Link pulled himself off, gasping for breath, and dropping his shield. The pain all felt too real. Regardless, he planted his sword in the ground, and the gale boomerang flew past the side of the Claw trooper. with clumsy steps, Link ripped his sword free, and performed the best set of combos he could with one injured side gushing blood. Slowly ducking, weaving, and carving the air.
Tickles:
Is the little elf mad? Did I give you a boo-boo?
The claw trooper dodged each hit perfectly, without losing his place. With every slash, he seen the pain seep into both fighters.
Well, time to put you both out of your misery. Flash Bleeder!
His claws lit up, and with three quick swipes, he turned the air razor sharp, hitting both fighters. Ripfang was sliced into three pieces before desynching. The boomerang seemed to get caught within the slashes, becoming sliced in mid air.
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