Post by nerva on Oct 9, 2012 1:29:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:250px;] WHEN YOU HAVE TO KILL A MAN IT COSTS NOTHING TO BE POLITE |
[cs=2] Little Innokenti is scared, now. Frightened, and the parts of his mind are both abuzz with said fear and cold all at once. He refuses to respond, or at least does all he can, and when little bits of thought interrupt and start, he decides to switch up, because oh if he gives her anything more it’ll only be worse. ~No. No no no nononononono-!~ He didn’t want this, he wanted her to go away and be safe, but oh now is he mad, so mad even Innokenti can feel it, the Kirlia’s sure of it. He does not turn, does not move, because maybe if he behaves it will be better, maybe … And- by some miracle, some way or another, it has worked and the Gardevoir remained where she was. But he still had to work quickly … psychic types were tricky that way, it seemed. The ball snapped open, and Novgorod perhaps already knew his purpose, but waited still for the order. And Nerva’s tone was like cold stone floor, “Kill her.” And the steel type rushed forward, whirling as it prepared a Gear Grind. Volkhova tried to move away from the attacks, body writhing and coiling even further from the shoreline, but the attacks grazed her still and she was panicking now, but taking enough time to turn her head and fire off another Dragon Pulse towards her enemies. She remembered having been told to aim at one of those hovering things before, and so she chose to do that. That had hurt a lot! Not fair! Below the surface, Vodka had grown more and more agitated, moving through the water and keeping an eye on the Seaking, but not moving. At the first Dragon Pulse, he had quickened his pace, but now that had to be an attack order even if they weren’t going according to plan. The Eelektross loosed a Discharge, fingers of electicity racing through the water and up into the air, reaching up in search of whatever they can possibly touch touch. |
Coded by AMB Tanz |