She looked across the field, lost and alone. The brown-haired warrior backed away as Hyperion came up in a rising slash, and then another rising strike, both aimed for his head. Or had something happened to him? The Revolver’s wielder came back in, his gunblade slicing down at the blonde man, who stepped forward and unexpectedly ducked under the blow, ending up behind the Revolver’s brown-haired wielder. All characters, locations, and concepts except for original creations belong to them. Underneath his white coat he wore a sleeveless blue vest, also featuring a cross, this one sliver. Like his foe, this man had black pants, these made out of leather like his jacket, and also, like his foe, his boots and gloves matched his pants.
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A cold, silent wind whipped across the meadow, tossing up flower petals. Over the Horizon Story Story Writer Forum Community. Only a Plank Between One and Perdition The Children of Fate Prologue: Beneath Their Noses ginblade He wasn’t there, in the field, where they would meet. Tactical Espionage Action Scars of Circumstance The Festival of the Damned He was much shorter, a couple of inches above five and a half feet tall, guhblade long, messy brown hair, hanging down around his face, a few strands in his eyes.
Escape from Timber They stood atop a hill, surrounded by gray rocks. Where the barrel would be on a magnum, however, there was instead a long, broad blade, marked with an engraving of a crouching lion, with powerful wings sprouting from its back. The brown-haired warrior backed away as Hyperion came up in a rising slash, and then another rising strike, both aimed for his head.
A rumbling blast of thunder emerged from the clouds above as lightning flashed, illuminating the battlefield for an instant.
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One floated in front of her, and she absently closed her hand over it. Sparks flew as the two blades intersected, the slender, black-bladed Hyperion being turned aside by the parry of the heavier, silver blade of the Revolver. Your review has been posted. Rage twisted its way onto the brown-haired warrior’s features, and he rose suddenly.
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Knights and Princesses City of Dreams Hyperion came around fast and hard, aided by the momentum of the spin, but was met by the Revolver. A Strange Twist of Fate Around the man’s right leg was a trio of small bandoleers, each containing many small cylinders, like ammunition for a revolver.
The blonde-haired warrior disengaged his blade from the Revolver, then smacked the weapon across into the Revolver, forcing the other gunblade aside. A warm spring breeze weaved its way among the two combatants, ruffling one’s long coat, and the other’s long hair. I wanted to connect the different sequences yunblade the battle, since at several points the video cuts to Rinoa and Edea, and then back to the battle at a different point.
Well, what do you think? He was only a year behind his opponent in age. Around his neck was a chain, leading down to a crafted lion’s head at the end. The weapon spiraled up into the air, turning end over end. Hyperion and Revolver met repeatedly, sparks rising and falling at each intersection. Or had something happened to him? Hyperion was long and slender, like a fencing blade or saber, and was straight, with a shining, silver edge.
His foe stood ten feet away, and also regarded the blonde man with the same determined, respectful gunnblade look. Actions Add to Community Report Abuse.