The Alley (preferably no guns for a change)

This kind of attack did not deserve even the use of a weapon. Fading back and to the side, the articulate and coherently-posting Gerald watched as the monstrous blade belonging to his new opponent smashed into the concrete behind where he had been standing only moments before.
This one, whoever he was, did not have a healthy respect for the ground on which he stood, and it would cost him. The wellbeing of the sword Gerald did not know, but even recovering the weapon would take a few seconds at least.
A few seconds this man did not have.

Gerald stepped in, and ustilised the strengths of his own weapon: He launched an upwards swing with blinding speed towards his opponent, getting as much leverage as possible from the extended handle. Best case scenario, he would cleave the man from waist to shoulder.

<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ July 24, 2003 01:04 AM: Message edited by: Gerald Blake ]</font>

Frost was a little bewildered at the newcomer, but here was a friend he desperately needed right now, and his maddening paranoia cut into the back of his mind like the glowing blade he held would cut the walls of the alley.

He released his grip on the switch, and the red light vanished. His right hand he held out towards his new ally. For some strange reason that he couldn't identify, he fully expected to be slapped across the face with a banana skin.

"Your name, then?"

the blade cut though the air at break neck speed and seathia could not parry the attack for his blade was trapped in a wall but this didn't matter for the attack that the sleavnes man had chosen for a finisher was a worthless attack to any one who had under the great Han tasslof . Seathia took a great steep forward. He moved so close that he could feel the mans breath on his neck.Only the hilt of the kanata made contack on his thigh the man was at his mercy but at the moment a red crimson flash moved toward the pair Seathia jumped back from this new attack to were his sword was imprisoned and he freed the weapon from its tome. It had only a single strach on the blade that slowly started to bleed. Seathia raised his blade to his mouth and gently licked the wound witch healed the small wound.He turned his attention to Talon and then back to frost with his strange magical weapon. He then saw a smug looking man in white trench coat next to his meal that man looked pleased.Seathia new how to wipe the smile off his face,"Awake o dead for ye can be no rest for ye while your master summons you!".The two koran body pulled them selfs to there feat and slowly attack the man Seathia smiled to him self and turn and joined the fight with frost and the man with the kanata

James was being chased down the street by the russian mafia, obvisiously, his mother hadnt paid in full for the year supply of toilet paper.

"ha, that alleyway looks like a good place to park, just a heap of people hitting each other with swords."

He reefed on his handbrake, got sideways, stopped excatly in line with the alleyway and reversed in. He felt a thud.

"shit, what did i hit this time."

James opened the door and walked around to check out what he had hit, probably a deer.
It was a burly korean, with a bullet hole in his face and holes in his neck. He looked pretty fucked up. I think he looks hurt, another burly korean was stumbling drunkenly to his feet beside James's car, fucking drunks.

James walked back to the drivers door and opened the boot of his car. A flash caught his eye, He looked again and noticed that it was two throwing knifes. Time to join the party.
He walked over to the boot of the car and opened it up, took out his one-handed longsword and searched for his shield.

"Fuck, I must have left it in my other pants, Does anyone own this dead korean? No? Good, he's mine."

He picked up the dead Korean and put him in his boot, the other korean seeing this fate ran off to this little pissy boy cowering in the corner who looking fucked off his face. He shut the boot, readied his sword and charged at the pussy looking boy, stopped, turned, locked his car with the remote locking. "cant trust any fuckers these days"

<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ July 24, 2003 09:28 PM: Message edited by: James Winters ]</font>

Whimpy felt a sudden rage who were these bastards why were they picking on him?

He picked up the dropped bastard sword and lobbed it at car boy then concerntraiting his rage on the koren and exploded him with his mind.

then rather confused passed out.

"Damn stupid fricken remote locking batteries, god damn useless things."

James looked up to see a huge circle of steel coming at him, he could do anything but put up his left arm and pray that it would stop it.

It cut right through his arm just above the elbow.

"OW. Fuck it, there goes my arm, bitch."

James dropped the his longsword and picked up his arm. He charged at the little pussy boy, covered in the blood of the exploded Korean.

"Here, Fucken take this bitch."

James proceeded to beat his severed arm around whimpy's face...

Gerald's concentration returned to the battle at hand, and not a second too soon, it appeared.
The first of the knives had seemingly missed its' target entirely, and it appeared that another newcomer had unluckily paid a price for that one. The second, however, would not be so easliy deterred.
His sword still close to the demon man, Gerald slid around behind him, and brought a knife of his own around to his throat. If the throwing knife hit anything, Gerald's human shield had to deal with it. However, he didn't know how effective a human shield would be against the weapon held by the man Frost.

He hoped he wouldn't have to find out.

Whimpy woke up to someone beating him about the head with his own arm. he was very confused and an arm realy damn well hurt.

he got up and ran into a throwing knife in mid air which took him in the fore arm.

Screaming he ripped the knife out of his arm and proceeded to attack the nearest person who unfortunately was someone with a light saber in mid swing..........


the two halfs on whimpy slid apart and fell onto the ground with a wet thump.

This fight was getting insane; one of his throwing knives dissapeared and took out some mistery person and everything was working in funny time frames.

Bah screw this im stating my own fight

Clarke was suddenly overwhelmed my the chaos that ensured in the alleyway. A full spectrum of characters had arrived, from the controlled to (mostly) the stupid. Clarke had easily parried the blow from Chris. "Perhaps I can offer an alternative location for this epic duel, Chris?" Clarke queried, for he knew that his adversary would follow him to the more secluded area, away from the stress of the croud.