Post by collapsingeclipse on Oct 26, 2013 22:48:04 GMT -5
Shroud just kept following Seifer, unaware that he just shook his head. Well, he saw Seifer's head move, but he didn't think it was actually him shaking his head. He was greeted by blaring sirens that were like a bunch of trumpets that mark some crisis. His assumptions about the sirens were right. He saw it..fire and cars. All together now. He saw people in a complete disastrous war. There were a number of people just killing each other. This led Shroud to draw his blade instantaneously. Though he held it with one hand, he knew that he'd need to wield it with two. There was no way he could swing a sword like this with just one hand. Shroud looked at the impending chaos, knowing some reasons why he had to involve himself in this war.
To begin with, it was in front of the headquarters, and Seifer was heading right there. And secondly, if they caught notice, they'd probably drag him into it....AND thirdly, Seifer just sealed his fate. He dashed and began cutting through everything, adding a car into one of it's casualties. The flame around it signaled an explosion, so either he went with Seifer before it exploded or he just let it all go down. Again, the benefits are far more appealing than just quitting right now. Shroud made a dash, gathering some momentum. The reason why he gathered momentum was because someone was in front of him. That someone received a gash wound in a single second as Shroud's blade passed clean. From the looks of it, the person wasn't going to stand.
Shroud made his second dash, although it was a bit late. In the second that he passed, an explosion caused his body to shoot forward. Shroud managed to keep at least some footing. He looked back quickly to see that it was the car that was previously lit in greedy flames. Shroud whistled, and then continued onward. Seifer was already somewhat farther, though catching up wasn't hard. Seifer alerted Shroud that they had some ugly fans behind him. Shroud looked back to notice it was a truth. On another note, Shroud also noticed that Seifer had just called him "jaws". Shroud made a "tch" sound and raised Shakelmir above his head with two hands. It'd look like he'd have to face a mob. Why Seifer would leave it up to him alone to take care of about well over 150 men was above him. Regardless, he had his orders..but boy he hated them.
"Road's blocked for a day." Shroud said in a declaring voice to the mob. As that happened, cold air began rushing towards Shroud's blade. Suddenly, the concentration expanded. He was about to throw a lot of it in front of him. His hands raised higher and motioned more back so that he could swing with all of his strength. He stomped on the ground as cold air also rushed through the ground. It was all nothing but a cool foggy white becoming an envoy of cold weather. Shroud glared in front of him. Wherever he was going to swing, the ones right in front of him were going to get it.
"Fuck off." Shroud said, in a very quick manner. He swung down with all of his might as the cold air swarmed at the men in the front like a blizzard. They formed a thin wall, spikes forming forward. These spikes of ice would take down the front of the mob in the center, but not all of them. The air itself went to some of the men for short cuts. The cold air lost strength, the mob in the back safe from any harm. He doubt he'll cut all of them, though. This called for his utter strength. The night did little to help, and only a small fire from the car that previously exploded was lighting up a small bit of the road. Shroud didn't like these odds at all. Shroud's feet slid forward and jumped. As soon as they hit the ground, Shroud darted to one of them. He saw the ice fade--too far to do much work. A man in the mob went forward to run Shroud over. Shroud stopped in a fast, paced one leg forward, and spun. His brief spin ended up having Shakelmir's blade tear through the man's stomach to the right scapula. Shroud passed to perform a short flip to the right. Using the momentum as he reached the floor, he performed a one-handed slash to slice at one person in the mob. The man fell. He spun again to cut through a row of the mob 4 times. He ended up killing 5 during this endeavor.
His leg stomped forward as a tough downward slash got another mob member. Now, Shakelmir's blade was filled with blood. It appeared like it'd continue for an hour or so, so he got to the center and took down another member that was about to reach forward with a diagonal cut. Shroud began spinning the blade and took practice swings as he ended the other mob man's life with a forceful blow. Cold ice concentrated in the blade. Shroud had grinned quite happily. He used his Limit Break, Frostbite Reaper. As the mob members closed in, he performed a horizontal slash to the left and then performed a rising slash. The cold air formed an X as some ice fell. He threw the blade up and took it with his right hand, performing a diagonal slash to the right. The cold air slammed mightily against the ground. All the while, Shroud maintained that grin.
Shroud flipped the blade and performed a stab that shot more cold air at the X. Shroud spun around yet again, and yelled. This yell was soon quickly followed up with a torrent of cold air that turned into ice crystals in a mere instant. Shroud had performed an upward slash with both hands, and one that hurt the mob members that there were only somewhere smaller. Shroud tossed Shakelmir behind him and looked at the members that were still running like idiots to him. He pointed an open palm at one of them. "I said.." Shroud declared. His eyes were now a glare. The cold air made it foggy and easily sent a chill to the members.
"Road's not accessible." Cold air rushed through both of Shroud's hands.
"Fuck off!"
Shroud's opened hand waved to the right as the cold air shaped itself into a short blade. It was thin and hard. It looked like it was able to be used as a weapon. The same weapon formed on Shroud's other hand. He put his right hand--his dominant hand--forward. The other blade was at the back as he dashed towards them. He jumped and slid at one, cutting him open with the ice weapon in Shroud's left hand. He twirled to the right, cutting another in the back. He saw the person fall, and did a right-handed cut towards another's neck as blood gushed out of it. He looked back to Shakelmir and saw that another member was about to pick it up. He dashed and then performed an x-styled slash towards the man's back, causing him to fall. Shroud grit his teeth. Much of this blood would be in his hands--and body. All he could do now was continue, though. He dug his own grave. This would be the deciding factor whether he would place himself in it or not. He dashed towards the remaining mob group with both hands placed back. The tip of the ice blades were touching each other. Shroud was struggling to breathe. He was attacking fast as if his life depended on it. All he hoped now was that he didn't screw up, now...!
(These are how the blades look like! Pardon the horrible paintness..)
((Blade Length:: 26 Inches))
To begin with, it was in front of the headquarters, and Seifer was heading right there. And secondly, if they caught notice, they'd probably drag him into it....AND thirdly, Seifer just sealed his fate. He dashed and began cutting through everything, adding a car into one of it's casualties. The flame around it signaled an explosion, so either he went with Seifer before it exploded or he just let it all go down. Again, the benefits are far more appealing than just quitting right now. Shroud made a dash, gathering some momentum. The reason why he gathered momentum was because someone was in front of him. That someone received a gash wound in a single second as Shroud's blade passed clean. From the looks of it, the person wasn't going to stand.
Shroud made his second dash, although it was a bit late. In the second that he passed, an explosion caused his body to shoot forward. Shroud managed to keep at least some footing. He looked back quickly to see that it was the car that was previously lit in greedy flames. Shroud whistled, and then continued onward. Seifer was already somewhat farther, though catching up wasn't hard. Seifer alerted Shroud that they had some ugly fans behind him. Shroud looked back to notice it was a truth. On another note, Shroud also noticed that Seifer had just called him "jaws". Shroud made a "tch" sound and raised Shakelmir above his head with two hands. It'd look like he'd have to face a mob. Why Seifer would leave it up to him alone to take care of about well over 150 men was above him. Regardless, he had his orders..but boy he hated them.
"Road's blocked for a day." Shroud said in a declaring voice to the mob. As that happened, cold air began rushing towards Shroud's blade. Suddenly, the concentration expanded. He was about to throw a lot of it in front of him. His hands raised higher and motioned more back so that he could swing with all of his strength. He stomped on the ground as cold air also rushed through the ground. It was all nothing but a cool foggy white becoming an envoy of cold weather. Shroud glared in front of him. Wherever he was going to swing, the ones right in front of him were going to get it.
"Fuck off." Shroud said, in a very quick manner. He swung down with all of his might as the cold air swarmed at the men in the front like a blizzard. They formed a thin wall, spikes forming forward. These spikes of ice would take down the front of the mob in the center, but not all of them. The air itself went to some of the men for short cuts. The cold air lost strength, the mob in the back safe from any harm. He doubt he'll cut all of them, though. This called for his utter strength. The night did little to help, and only a small fire from the car that previously exploded was lighting up a small bit of the road. Shroud didn't like these odds at all. Shroud's feet slid forward and jumped. As soon as they hit the ground, Shroud darted to one of them. He saw the ice fade--too far to do much work. A man in the mob went forward to run Shroud over. Shroud stopped in a fast, paced one leg forward, and spun. His brief spin ended up having Shakelmir's blade tear through the man's stomach to the right scapula. Shroud passed to perform a short flip to the right. Using the momentum as he reached the floor, he performed a one-handed slash to slice at one person in the mob. The man fell. He spun again to cut through a row of the mob 4 times. He ended up killing 5 during this endeavor.
His leg stomped forward as a tough downward slash got another mob member. Now, Shakelmir's blade was filled with blood. It appeared like it'd continue for an hour or so, so he got to the center and took down another member that was about to reach forward with a diagonal cut. Shroud began spinning the blade and took practice swings as he ended the other mob man's life with a forceful blow. Cold ice concentrated in the blade. Shroud had grinned quite happily. He used his Limit Break, Frostbite Reaper. As the mob members closed in, he performed a horizontal slash to the left and then performed a rising slash. The cold air formed an X as some ice fell. He threw the blade up and took it with his right hand, performing a diagonal slash to the right. The cold air slammed mightily against the ground. All the while, Shroud maintained that grin.
Shroud flipped the blade and performed a stab that shot more cold air at the X. Shroud spun around yet again, and yelled. This yell was soon quickly followed up with a torrent of cold air that turned into ice crystals in a mere instant. Shroud had performed an upward slash with both hands, and one that hurt the mob members that there were only somewhere smaller. Shroud tossed Shakelmir behind him and looked at the members that were still running like idiots to him. He pointed an open palm at one of them. "I said.." Shroud declared. His eyes were now a glare. The cold air made it foggy and easily sent a chill to the members.
"Road's not accessible." Cold air rushed through both of Shroud's hands.
"Fuck off!"
Shroud's opened hand waved to the right as the cold air shaped itself into a short blade. It was thin and hard. It looked like it was able to be used as a weapon. The same weapon formed on Shroud's other hand. He put his right hand--his dominant hand--forward. The other blade was at the back as he dashed towards them. He jumped and slid at one, cutting him open with the ice weapon in Shroud's left hand. He twirled to the right, cutting another in the back. He saw the person fall, and did a right-handed cut towards another's neck as blood gushed out of it. He looked back to Shakelmir and saw that another member was about to pick it up. He dashed and then performed an x-styled slash towards the man's back, causing him to fall. Shroud grit his teeth. Much of this blood would be in his hands--and body. All he could do now was continue, though. He dug his own grave. This would be the deciding factor whether he would place himself in it or not. He dashed towards the remaining mob group with both hands placed back. The tip of the ice blades were touching each other. Shroud was struggling to breathe. He was attacking fast as if his life depended on it. All he hoped now was that he didn't screw up, now...!
(These are how the blades look like! Pardon the horrible paintness..)
((Blade Length:: 26 Inches))