Family Ties

Watcher

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Apr 18, 2014
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Aeon was favoring footwork from what Aurum saw. His Bionic eye was watching her. Each attack was blocked almost as if he saw it coming from a mile away. Though Aurum couldn't have totally foreseen the attacks. His blocks were more of a dance to him. It was like his old days of sparring with his brothers.

"You are Aeon Hyperion. Your past means nothing to you." He stated. His sword doing most of the work of the blocking of each. Using his body as a weapon as well as his sword as the last block hammered in. The sounds of clashing emanating through out the hall. He went on the offensive now.

His blade swapping from left to right, Down and upwards. His weapon moving with his arm as an extension. If Aeon didn't block or missed to block even one strike she would the on the ground.

"The enemy I have fought for years was the most menacing. Willing to do what it takes to destroy all life. I was willing to give my life to preserve humanity. Would you do the same? Would you be the one person to save the innocent? To save those who in your race you find most foul so that many will live and prosper?" His strikes were almost unending. "I lost everything. Taken away from my family as a kid because I had a knack for powers beyond my own. My life taken from me to grant humanity peace. I lost everything when I came here, what I was. What I could be, yet I gained so much more."
 

Zell

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Dec 28, 2014
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Aeon was clearly getting frustrated now. When neither brute force or finesse was getting through, her only option was just to flail wildly until something happened. At least, that's what her plan would be if Aurum didn't then go on the offensive and attack back.

Winning was hard enough with a father whose skin was the only armor anyone really needed, but now that his mass was being put towards attacks, it was all she could do to not lose her balance as she was at the mercy of her father's dulled blades.

It was tough. Between the unending impacts and constantly having to move La Guillotine to block the attack, her arms started burning as if they were on fire. Part way through the barrage, she brought up her axe to block the attack, but was a beat behind.

To the unobservant, it would be a perfect block, but that beat was the difference between heaven and hell. A good block sent the shock through her body to be cushioned by her legs. This block, behind by only a single beat, would probably completely disarm her, as the force of the blow hitting La Guillotine on the edge sent it spinning out of her grip.

Aeon shimmered, lightly, putting a force field between herself and the anticipated blow.
 
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