The girl had a more difficult time of blocking his strike--she must be tiring, for he felt the key-shaped weapon rattle against his blade instead of the vital jugulars, the girl's arms shaking under the weight of the cut.)
You are quite the fighter, alchemist.
( Wrath's voice--in contrast to his rage contorted body, was low and calm, edged with a volcanic growl, slow and crawling under the effects of the alchemy.)
(The girl's forceful deflection brought Wrath's weapon away from the targets' throats down to Wrath's hip, and, still slowed, he reoriented the blade from off-line back into a straight, lethal line headed straight towards the girl's head--but the girl had ducked--in the process, she had scored her narrow shoulder on his blade.)
The girl was finally wounded. His bloodlust rose. Wrath turned his sword so that the sharp true edge was plunging slowly to her back, when--
Wrath felt the girl's small palm contact as strong as she can against his scorched chest. He feels the ice invade his chest, encase his shoulders, gripping the upper half of his body, stiffening it, and his sword drops out of his hand as it ices over.
Wrath's right pupil shrinks in his burned head. The ice does not stop at his chest and shoulders, coming from point-blank--it freezes his entire body, and he stands there for a few moments before falling in a block of ice into the snow. As inhuman as he is, his body freezes up as easily as any man's.
(The second most powerful Homunculus lays immobile in the snow, his expression frozen as well--in a cold glare of contempt for the two children.)
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Date: 2011-01-21 10:28 pm (UTC)You are quite the fighter, alchemist.
( Wrath's voice--in contrast to his rage contorted body, was low and calm, edged with a volcanic growl, slow and crawling under the effects of the alchemy.)
(The girl's forceful deflection brought Wrath's weapon away from the targets' throats down to Wrath's hip, and, still slowed, he reoriented the blade from off-line back into a straight, lethal line headed straight towards the girl's head--but the girl had ducked--in the process, she had scored her narrow shoulder on his blade.)
The girl was finally wounded. His bloodlust rose. Wrath turned his sword so that the sharp true edge was plunging slowly to her back, when--
Wrath felt the girl's small palm contact as strong as she can against his scorched chest. He feels the ice invade his chest, encase his shoulders, gripping the upper half of his body, stiffening it, and his sword drops out of his hand as it ices over.
Wrath's right pupil shrinks in his burned head. The ice does not stop at his chest and shoulders, coming from point-blank--it freezes his entire body, and he stands there for a few moments before falling in a block of ice into the snow. As inhuman as he is, his body freezes up as easily as any man's.
(The second most powerful Homunculus lays immobile in the snow, his expression frozen as well--in a cold glare of contempt for the two children.)