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06-24-2011, 03:02 PM | #11 |
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"Now then," With a smile, the Professor spun around toward Kohana. The hem of her labcoat swept over the stone beneath her feet, smearing the blood-written names it touched and making them illegible. Her hand snapped out, pointing back toward the battlefield, "Let us rejoin the fight! This hall is too dreary for an educator of my calibre. Come!" She extended her other hand to Ko -
A growling black shape – surrounded by a corona of green light – lunged at Professor Landry from the right. Letting out a cry of surprise, the auburn haired woman was knocked from her feet. A grunt of pain followed, as the Profesor fell heavily to the blood-soaked stone below, something black flowing up her chest. It stopped at the woman's throat and Kohana saw a flash of teeth – Professor Landry started laughing. She had been tackled by a small dog - and it was licking her, happily. Leaving Kohana more confused than he was already. Vanishing doors, names written in blood (all of which were part of the Landry clan) all over the walls and floors, and now suddenly he was back where he'd started. Looking to the middle of the battlefied, and the angel-Shuyin there, Kohana decided enough was enough. His jacket came off, blood soaked into the shoulder of the white shirt underneath. After a moment, that came off too, and the wolf-boy threw the shirt to the side with the jacket. The shoes were next, and the socks ("Why the -fuck- are these here?!") were torn off and thrown away as quickly as possible. He hopped onto the railing of the hallway, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Y'know, my ancestors would've made a big speech here. Something about people's pride and the power of the spirits guiding us." He turned his head to look at the Professor, and the mini-Wolf. "But I'll be honest with you... I'm a horrible motivational speaker." He cracked a grin, and tightened the tie around his head. His tail swished from side to side, and his ears perked forward. "So fuck it. The great Kohana Akecheta will just go in and kick the ass of whatever's makin' this nightmare happen!" He crouches, hand resting on the rail. His aura flares bright, and he pushes hard against his perch. The supernatural strength in his legs propels him forward, and he sails through the air towards the pillar in the middle of the... of what was once the Field of Honor. And came crashing down on the top of it, rolling and grasping at the stone to slow himself. He skidded to a stop at the edge of the platform, and grinned at the assembled... and shot a particularly dirty look at the Shuyin-thing. "Let's dance, yeah?" Last edited by SinrXIII; 06-25-2011 at 06:02 PM. |
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