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"Shall I give you despair?"
Being a Don meant many things. Mostly in business, matters of life and death. All of the Dons focused on something different and brought both wealth and power the the banquet of criminals. Although new to the position, the Dons were not new to the struggle of power. The majority of the Dons were infamous criminals from past dark guilds- namely Eternal Nightmare. Two of the Dons were from that very guild. One of them was Nana, the most recent and third guild master. The other was the second guild master, as well as Nana's sensei in the ways of the underworld and skill in daggers. Although the two had shared a close bond in their past life, that was hardly the case anymore. Although Erebus remembered Nana, she lacked the memories of him. He was as much a stranger to her, as any of the other members of the Akudama Syndicate. Which led her to today's business. What better way was there to get to know someone than banging knuckles and spilling blood? Nana had sent a friendly challenge out to the Don of Pride. For what prideful man could refuse an old fashioned duel? She wore her usual attire. Black bra and panties, barely hidden by the translucent fishnet outfit she wore over them. Atop this, she wore her overly large fur coat. The fur slumped down to her shoulders, this revealed the skin of her naked shoulders and ample bosom. Additionally, that meant the sleeves of the jacket hung down durther along Nana's arms, fully concealing her deadly hands. She sat atop an attendant's back and the muscular ban bent on all fours to provide his mistress with a comfortable but sturdy seat. The man sweated perfusely but refused to bend his back. Upon Knux's arrival, she would greet him without standing, her lifeless eyes and doll-like appearance never changing. "Welcome Don Knux. I take it you are willing to have a friendly battle to get to know one another?" shew would ask pointedly, making certain the man understood the purpose and intent. It was no hidden fact that Nana was merciless. Not from her past life, as her infamous reputation would preceed her. If Knux agreed to battle her, it would be with everything she had, against everything he had. There was no losing face in this battle, as the location was inside a large warehouse in Nana's section of their dark guild's base. She had instructed it be cleared out of drugs and used solely for her leisure that day. The only witness, would be Nana's faithful man attendant whom worshipped her fervently. He was a thrall after all. He desparately needed the drug that only she could make: and she knew exactly just how much to give the man to keep him alive and wanting more. The man's sole existence revolved around his goddess's generosity. She twirled her gunblades in her hands, ever practicing a firm grip and hand tricks such as tossing them in the air. Two different colored weapons of marvelous make. They had aided Nana in her adventures for a very long time. Today, they were more than a display or for parlor tricks. Today, Knux would get a first hand experience of just how useful the weapons could be in the right hands. WC-553 WC for Weapon Mastery WC Total- 553
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Associates of an Association[Fight/Knux]
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Mon Sep 11, 2023 3:20 pm
Guild : Jewels : Rank : Race : Experience : Reputation : Class : Aura : Strength : Speed : Constitution : Endurance : Intelligence : Mana : Weapon : Off-Hand : Body : Ring : Companion : Knuckles entered the warehouse with battle on the brain. He would be lyingif he said he was not looking forward to this fight. It was nice and encouraging that much like those of Sleeping Calamity that those of this Syndicate were eager for a fight. Without fail Knuckles had accepted the challenge presented to him. He was not one to shy away from a a fight no matter who that person was. So, the red haired Daemon found himself with a like minded individual Don Nana, she was rumored to be a vile woman who had amazing power. Unlike him however she chosen a different path when it came to fighting. She used ranged weapons and melee attacks. Something that Knuckles himself had thought about in the past but now did not practice. He put all his Trust into his Hammer, the powerful hammer of the of thunder. Recently Knuckles had been doing research on his weapon after many people had told him tales of those who had used this very hammer before him. Since then he had started to do slight worship in the Norse mythology.
As his body pushed through the frame of the door and his eyes met with the battle ground Knuckles lifted his hammer from his side with his right hand. Before he had entered the building while the skies were above him He had cast Tempest Rage as he had held the hammer above his head and was met with the blessing of Thor! Now that he was inside he knew the spell from his hammer would be useless during the battle outside of the one he had casted moments before entering the warehouse. Twirling his hammer within his hand Knuckles pointed the hammer at the woman before him with a grin. "I never turn down the chance to grow in battle. It is the way of my faith that I live and die in battle. "
With that said Knuckles walked until he was about 30 meters away from Nana. he was aware like when he fought Kon that his woman would have the advantage on range over him, though he had learned in his fight with Kon that just because someone attacked from afar did not mean they lacked the power to do that battle in melee range. Still he did not have long, he already used al most all of his mana to cast his spell on himself to give him a chance to hold himself as an equal as long as he could against Nana.
Without another word Knuckles would Lundge twice crossing the thirty meters with two steps, it was his current limit. As he approached the woman Knuckles swung his hammer in an upper cut motion from a crouched position, without more than a moment notice that he was on the offensive he could only hope the attack would land.
WC: 483
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As his body pushed through the frame of the door and his eyes met with the battle ground Knuckles lifted his hammer from his side with his right hand. Before he had entered the building while the skies were above him He had cast Tempest Rage as he had held the hammer above his head and was met with the blessing of Thor! Now that he was inside he knew the spell from his hammer would be useless during the battle outside of the one he had casted moments before entering the warehouse. Twirling his hammer within his hand Knuckles pointed the hammer at the woman before him with a grin. "I never turn down the chance to grow in battle. It is the way of my faith that I live and die in battle. "
With that said Knuckles walked until he was about 30 meters away from Nana. he was aware like when he fought Kon that his woman would have the advantage on range over him, though he had learned in his fight with Kon that just because someone attacked from afar did not mean they lacked the power to do that battle in melee range. Still he did not have long, he already used al most all of his mana to cast his spell on himself to give him a chance to hold himself as an equal as long as he could against Nana.
Without another word Knuckles would Lundge twice crossing the thirty meters with two steps, it was his current limit. As he approached the woman Knuckles swung his hammer in an upper cut motion from a crouched position, without more than a moment notice that he was on the offensive he could only hope the attack would land.
WC: 483
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Weapon: Mjoinir +120 STR -100 SPD
Head: Greater Warrior Helmet +20 STR -20 SPD
Body: Gilded Centurion Armor +30 STR -30 SPD
Offhand:
Earrings:
Ring:DRAUPNIR
Relic:Magnetite Stone +150 SPD
Companion:
Stats:- Strength:Base:121 Main Hand:120 Body: 30 Head: 20 Buff 100
3xA-Rank
One-Handed Prowess: The damage of One-Handed weapons is increased by 40%.(48) This only affects the damage output of the weapon. It does not affect the damage output of the user. - Speed:Base:61 Relic: 150
Lunge Distance & Speed 15 m/s Run Speed 30 m/s - Constitution:Base:78 Buff: 100
HP:4xS-Rank Run Duration: 7 Posts Lunge Freq: Thrice Per Post - Endurance:Base:61 Buff: 100
Pain Tolerance:2XS-Rank , Weapon Mastery:40% WC Reduction - Intelligence:1[Base]
1200-1000=200 Mana - Strength:Base:121 Main Hand:120 Body: 30 Head: 20 Buff 100
Tue Sep 12, 2023 4:19 pm
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"Shall I give you despair?"
Nana had fully expected Don Knux would take her up on the opportunity for a thrilling battle. Those who avoided confrontation, weren't the ones to constantly evolve and become stronger after all. If Knux had declined her invitation, she would have assumed the man had few ambitions and satisfied with mediocre riches. Although she lacked many memories and emotons, the lust within her complimented the man's own battle lust. Lust came in many forms after all. "You have my appreciation for responding to my call. One moment please." she would say towards Don Knux and then stand from her man-made throne. Without a single command, the servant crawled his way on the floor across and on the far side of the warehouse. Where he continued to stay in his throne seat position. he had been broken, trained and conditioned to think of himself as not a human, but a seat. Seats did not stand. Once her man throne had taken a safe distance, Nana would turn back towards Don Knux and temporarily halt in the twirling practice grip of her gunblades. Don Knux was lucky this day, as Nana didn't normally have her weapons already out and on display. Typically she hid them beneath the lengths of her long overcoat sleeves. With a sleight of hand, she normally drew them under the sleeves and one shot most of her foes. That would not do to get to know Don Knux however. While a quick battle could determine a pecking order in their organization, that was not the prupose. They were all equals after all, if not equal in strength. Still. Nana knew not compassion or mercy. Going one hundred percent was always her mindset. She lacked the finer details of emotions to understand the import of holding back. "Out of respect, I must warn you that I am incapable of holding back. Come at me as if you were trying to kill me." she would say. Needless to say, that was her intent as well. One she assumed Don Knux would pick up between the lines of her reasoning. Don Knux would lunge after their formalities, in that time. Nana had willfully activated her transformations. Purple horns protruded from her head. Her long blonde hair turned purple. Her sharp golden eyes took on an ominous purple color. These were signed of devil corruption, a pact she had formed with the greater devil Zalambur. Black obscura wings erupted from her back, signs of her racial Daemon transformation ability. Her transformation was more than that however. A pair of white angelic wings erupted alongside her daemon obscura wings. Signs that she possessed angelic powers as well: a unique monsterous being, a Eudaemon. A Eudaemon with a devil pact. "And shepherds we shall be. For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee. And Teeming with souls shall it ever be." She would recite as her body transformed, ready to meet Knux' charge. (STR-1,733, SPD-601, CON-446, END-188, INT-2) She did not move from her stationary position, rather. She prepared herself to meet Don Knux' charge. Once he was upon her, she did what he likely did not expect. She took one step forward and stepped firmly on the man's foot as he crouched, his swung came up and connected with the crossed blades of her gunblades. He had gone straight for the head, something nana greatly appreciated. It showed just how serious he was about combat. If the man had expected his strength and weapon to knock Nana back from the force of the hit, the red haired man would find that Nana was an immovable object. It was as if Don Knux had struck the side of a mountain. She offered no words, only a single action in response to the lethality of his focus. She squeezed her triggers, releasing one black and one white beams of magical energy that would be fired(@50m/s for 90M)(2 Rank DMG) point blank into Don Knux' arms. One beam into his right and one beam into his left. Even if the man somehow managed to evade her attacks, he would find that his hammer was locked between the cross of Nana's gunblades- it had taken considerable wear from coming into contact with Aquitas and Veritas.
-20% Mana(Transformations) -350(1 S Rank spellshot-Veritas/Aquitas) *8,174 Mana Remaining *5 S Rank CON remaining WC-732 WC Total- 1,285
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Sat Sep 16, 2023 2:37 pm
Guild : Jewels : Rank : Race : Experience : Reputation : Class : Aura : Strength : Speed : Constitution : Endurance : Intelligence : Mana : Weapon : Off-Hand : Body : Ring : Companion : Knuckles stood in awe, a spectator to the mesmerizing transformation of the enigmatic woman known as Don Nana. Her wings, a sight familiar to him, evoked both fascination and frustration. He had, in the past, effortlessly donned such wings, but now, in this critical moment, he found his mana reserves painfully lacking. Even his Daemon heritage couldn't shield him from the overwhelming fear that coursed through his veins, though it failed to deter his unwavering resolve.
Undaunted, he launched a decisive strike aimed squarely at her head, only to be met with the impressive resistance of the blonde-haired woman. Her sheer strength left him astonished; her seemingly delicate frame concealed a power he had never anticipated. It was a stark reminder that in this world where magic thrived, appearances often deceived. For Knuckles, understanding came through firsthand experience, a lesson learned through trials like this one.
Their weapons clashed, and as the collision reverberated through him, Knuckles felt an unexpected force pushing back against his hammer. The weapon, painstakingly reforged after a prior incident, crumbled in his grasp and tumbled to the ground. The frustration boiled within him as he lamented the cruel twist of fate that had robbed him of his newly restored weapon, a relic of myth forged in the image of Thor's divine might. Its enchantment fled from his being like the chill of a night sweat after indulging in stale ale. His body reverted to its ordinary state, devoid of the spell's empowering bonuses in strength, constitution, and endurance.
Amid the loss of his mystical weapon's power, a searing agony shot through both his arms as two bolts of energy pierced his flesh. The pain elicited a guttural grunt and a grinding of teeth as anger surged within him. Without the magical shield of his spell, this was the threshold of pain he could endure before succumbing to the agony.
Though battered and weaponless, Knuckles remained far from defeated. His most potent weapon was an unyielding determination to ascend to legendary heights.
As Obscura began to materialize around him, his pink eyes glowed with an ominous crimson hue, and the inky black energy enveloped his arms, forming an armor-like carapace. Ebony wings, reminiscent of those possessed by Devils and Demons, sprouted from his back, matching the darkness that now shrouded parts of his torso and face, a testament to his pact with Obscura. This transformation granted Knuckles a modest enhancement to his core attributes. While his strength no longer rivaled that bestowed by his hammer's spell, his bare fists still packed a formidable punch.
Suppressing the searing pain, Knuckles seized Don Nana's wrists, using them as leverage to propel himself skyward with a combination of his wings and his left leg. At the apex of his ascent, he unleashed a vicious right knee strike, aimed at her jaw. Even if her formidable strength prevented her arms from yielding, the leverage he gained allowed him to close the distance for a retaliatory attack. As his body lifted, Knuckles released her wrists, if he had managed to grasp them, and executed two rapid punches from above aimed at her face. It was an audacious gambit, fueled by instinct and spite, carefully avoiding her blade-armed guns. Each of Knuckles' strikes possessed the devastating potential of an S Rank damage, for a total of three times S Rank damage if they all landed true.
The flurry of attacks left Knuckles vulnerable, his defenses compromised and his options limited. His fate now hung in the balance, the aftermath of his audacious assault awaiting Don Nana's response. But no one could accuse him of lacking the audacity to unleash his fiercest combination with every ounce of his remaining strength.
WC:627
TWC:1110
EQUIPMENT
Weapon: Mjoinir +120 STR -100 SPD
Head: Greater Warrior Helmet +20 STR -20 SPD
Body: Gilded Centurion Armor +30 STR -30 SPD
Offhand:
Earrings:
Ring:DRAUPNIR
Relic:Magnetite Stone +50 SPD
Companion:
Stats:
200 - 60= 140 Mana
Undaunted, he launched a decisive strike aimed squarely at her head, only to be met with the impressive resistance of the blonde-haired woman. Her sheer strength left him astonished; her seemingly delicate frame concealed a power he had never anticipated. It was a stark reminder that in this world where magic thrived, appearances often deceived. For Knuckles, understanding came through firsthand experience, a lesson learned through trials like this one.
Their weapons clashed, and as the collision reverberated through him, Knuckles felt an unexpected force pushing back against his hammer. The weapon, painstakingly reforged after a prior incident, crumbled in his grasp and tumbled to the ground. The frustration boiled within him as he lamented the cruel twist of fate that had robbed him of his newly restored weapon, a relic of myth forged in the image of Thor's divine might. Its enchantment fled from his being like the chill of a night sweat after indulging in stale ale. His body reverted to its ordinary state, devoid of the spell's empowering bonuses in strength, constitution, and endurance.
Amid the loss of his mystical weapon's power, a searing agony shot through both his arms as two bolts of energy pierced his flesh. The pain elicited a guttural grunt and a grinding of teeth as anger surged within him. Without the magical shield of his spell, this was the threshold of pain he could endure before succumbing to the agony.
Though battered and weaponless, Knuckles remained far from defeated. His most potent weapon was an unyielding determination to ascend to legendary heights.
As Obscura began to materialize around him, his pink eyes glowed with an ominous crimson hue, and the inky black energy enveloped his arms, forming an armor-like carapace. Ebony wings, reminiscent of those possessed by Devils and Demons, sprouted from his back, matching the darkness that now shrouded parts of his torso and face, a testament to his pact with Obscura. This transformation granted Knuckles a modest enhancement to his core attributes. While his strength no longer rivaled that bestowed by his hammer's spell, his bare fists still packed a formidable punch.
Suppressing the searing pain, Knuckles seized Don Nana's wrists, using them as leverage to propel himself skyward with a combination of his wings and his left leg. At the apex of his ascent, he unleashed a vicious right knee strike, aimed at her jaw. Even if her formidable strength prevented her arms from yielding, the leverage he gained allowed him to close the distance for a retaliatory attack. As his body lifted, Knuckles released her wrists, if he had managed to grasp them, and executed two rapid punches from above aimed at her face. It was an audacious gambit, fueled by instinct and spite, carefully avoiding her blade-armed guns. Each of Knuckles' strikes possessed the devastating potential of an S Rank damage, for a total of three times S Rank damage if they all landed true.
The flurry of attacks left Knuckles vulnerable, his defenses compromised and his options limited. His fate now hung in the balance, the aftermath of his audacious assault awaiting Don Nana's response. But no one could accuse him of lacking the audacity to unleash his fiercest combination with every ounce of his remaining strength.
WC:627
TWC:1110
EQUIPMENT
Head: Greater Warrior Helmet +20 STR -20 SPD
Body: Gilded Centurion Armor +30 STR -30 SPD
Offhand:
Earrings:
Ring:DRAUPNIR
Relic:Magnetite Stone +50 SPD
Companion:
Stats:
- Strength:Base:121 Body: 30 Head: 20 Transformation: 60 Total: 231
121-250 1xS-Rank - Speed:Base:61 Relic: 50 Transformation: 30 Total: 141
Lunge Distance & Speed 15 m/s Run Speed 30 m/s - Constitution:Base:78 Transformation: 39 Total: 117
HP:3xS-Rank Run Duration: 6 Posts Lunge Freq: Twice Per Post
took 2xS leaving 1 S left - Endurance:Base:61 Transformation: 30 Total: 91
Pain Tolerance:S-Rank, Weapon Mastery:30% WC Reduction - Intelligence:1[Base]
200 - 60= 140 Mana
Sat Sep 16, 2023 5:52 pm
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"Shall I give you despair?"
It wasn't unexpected... but not fully anticipated either. Would that she had emotions, maybe she would have felt satisfaction as she watched Don Knux's mighty hammer crumple beneath her defense. Or maybe she was supposed to feel pity? She felt neither, not that she guessed Don Knux would take kindly to pity either. The two of them had agreed to engage in combat with which the intent could easily be understood as a killing intent. What other way was there to battle and get to know someone after all? Out of this encouter, aside from the difference in their strength. Nana came to understand something deeply inherent in Don Knux' personality. Although setback was inevitable and it was indeed a heavy loss to lose such a valuable weapon in the midst of combat. Don Knux had kept his rational, even if he had been somewhat distraught at the sight of his precious weapon breaking. His retalitory response was beyond what Nana expected of him. Part of her knew that most foes would back off and run away after such a strong initial counter attack. The other part of her assumed Don Knux would not let even a chance to slip by him. After all, if Nana gained distance between them, Don Knux would be hard pressed to regain that lost distance and struggle to escape the speed and range of her gunblades. On the trade off however, Don Knux had chosen to remain within Nana's deadly reach and sought to overwhelm her with brazen aggressive hand to hand combat. He too was a Daemon and could strengthen his physique in a similar manner that Nana could. Curiosity. Yet that notion escaped her as Don Knux had grabbed her wrists right after having holes bored through his arms. A surprise indeed, one which resulted in Nana being lifted from her feet and into the air. The first thoughts that came to Nana's head, was Don Knux's knee to her jaw. His first strike was what caught Nana surprised. Mostly from his sudden aggression and intelligent decision to light Nana from her lowered defensive stance on the ground. Due to his proxmity and the sudden aerial combat, along with him grabbing Nana's wrists and limiting her mobility, his first strike ahd been successful. If he expected her to reel in pain or disorientation however, he would be the one to be surprised. Although she felt the pain from his strike, she suffered no jarring or knockback from his devastating strike. For all intents and purposes, she was a mountain. Unshakable. Her alert was heightened after Don Knux's first strike and she knew that this would turn into an ugly battle if the two of them remained entangled. They could trade blows, but the interaction would not last long. Just a hit or two from either side and the other would suffer injuries beyond their ability to stand. Don Knux's next two consecutive punches would not land. First, he would feel the aftereffects of his own attack on Nana. Nana's companion had the special ability to copy physical damage back onto the assailant, to a lesser degree(Knux takes 1B Rank dmg to his face). The second thing that happened instantly, was Don Knux would find before he could release his grasp, Nana had overpowered his grip. He had attempted to strong-arm her. Her instinct had caused her to bring her arms in close, to which was what allowed Don Knux to finish his successful knee strike to her jaw. It was obvious by now to where Don Knux was aiming. His hammer strike had failed but was aimed at her jaw. His successful knee strike had also hit her jaw. It didn't take much at all to guess accurately where Don Knux would aim next. He was attempted to overhwelm her and knock her out by hitting her in her vitals. The issue with Don Knux's secondary attack, was that Nana had pulled him too far in before he had successfully released his grip on her wrists. He would find that his downward punches towards her face, would miss due to her head being much too close to his chest. The man had cautiously aimed to avoid the deadly bite of her gunblades, but that was not all of Nana's tricks. As Don Knux's punches came down, she'd block the over-arching punches with the butts of her gunblades. She couldn't use the blades after all, since the angle of her arms were reversed for the sharp edges. Don knux's blows would hit her weapons as her legs went into action. As her gunblades suddenly shattered due to the exertion to their durability, Nana flapped her wings as her legs snaked around Don Knux's waist. His blows had been blocked and the sudden stop of his onslaught had left him unguarded and wide open. As her legs snaked around his wasit and her wings gave a powerful flap to the right side, Don Knux would find himself with Nana behind him, her legs wrapped powerfully around his waist and her now free arms beneth hits armpits and gripped firmly behind his neck. Her body pressed tightly against his back in her unrelenting squeeze. Her body press held his extended wings closed as she held him into an aerial full neslon hold. Unable to break free of her grip and unable to flap his own wings freely, Nana flapped her wings powerfully twice and aimed towards the ground into a rapid freefall descent. Don Knux would be the cushion for Nana's fall, slamming him into the ground without mercy. With the impact of their collision, the ground would burst at its seams, sending debris everywhere. If Don Knux was non-combative at this point, she would release him. If he still had some fight in him, she would continue to hold her grip on him on the ground and speak into his ear from behind. "You are only the second person to ever break my weapons. The first of course being Erebus." It was high praise, although to Nana it was merely a matter of facts.
-20% Mana(Transformations) WC-1,020*6,043 Mana Remaining *4 S Rank CON remaining WC Total- 2,305 Weapon mastery
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Fri Sep 22, 2023 3:29 am
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"Shall I give you despair?"
It seemed that Don Knux had had enough for one day. Nonetheless, his interaction with Nana had been insightful and midly pleasant- even by Nana's standards. Having slammed Don Knux into the ground, it seemed as if he chose to remain on the ground and offered no words or actions for a bit. Nana checked to make sure he was still breathing, but was satisfied with just that much as a standard. It wouldn't bode well for her to kill another Don of their crime syndicate after all. Knowing Nana, it was a possibility, due to her lack of mercy ror willingness to pull her punches. Although the winner was clear, Don Knux had fought quite well and had even managed to put Nana on the defense at least twice. That was uncommon. Coupled with the fact that he had broken her weapons- it became very evident to Nana that Don Knux was worth his reputation and his position within the Akudama Syndicate. "Thank you for the sparring session, Don Knux." she would say, leaving him to his own thoughts and machinations. She had other business to attend to. With this matter settled, Nana turned to her man-servant who had remained in the corner of the building until his master had called for him. he followed obediently as Nana made her exit. [EXIT] *6,043 Mana Remaining WC-222*4 S Rank CON remaining WC Total- 2,527 Weapon Mastery total- 2,305
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Sat Sep 30, 2023 12:28 pm
Guild : Jewels : Rank : Race : Experience : Reputation : Class : Aura : Strength : Speed : Constitution : Endurance : Intelligence : Mana : Weapon : Off-Hand : Body : Ring : Companion : Knuckles met the ground in a hard slam, the last thing he remembered before passing out was that this woman really wanted to straddle him. Moments before this Knuckles was in a very serious situation in which he had unleashed a combination that was not only cool but would have been legendary if he had pulled it off in full.
So Knuckles' knee had at least met the Jaw of Don Nana, though he was unsure as to why she was lifted from the ground since he had pulled down on her arms to pull her into the Knee, not into the air. Then the moment he had let go of her hands instead of her shoving him or countering his knee she brought her guns up to block her face. He was unsure why she had done such a thing but his punches were already heading downwards towards Don Nana's white face. Instead, his fist had met the but of her weapons and they shattered under the pressure of his transformed power. However it was at this moment he felt something odd, it was like the damage he had done to Don Nana was now being put back into him. Tho it was not pain in his hands he was feeling but it felt as if he had taken a lighter knee or uppercut to his own chin.
This unseen attack had thrown Knuckles completely off his game and certainly played an outcome on where his punches had gone as well as pushed his head upwards preventing him from seeing as Don Nana wrapped her legs around him. Was she mad? She wanted him now and here of all places? He was not one to judge what got a woman going but this seemed like an improper place. Then the viper-like grip of her legs began to apply pressure. Before he knew what was going on they had already rotated backward with her wings flapping against his own, though she had more wings than him he felt the change in their position coming from the difference in their strength. Her Legs were pushing him backward.
Powerless to stop this motioned Knuckles would move his arms towards his head and try to push them down into the thighs of the woman to force her grip over his waits to loosen. However, by the time he had the thought it was too late. Knuckles found his vision starting to tunnel and his chest felt heavy. No, it was his entire body that was heavy. Don Nana had squeezed him so hard that she cut off blood flow. At the time that the red-haired Daemon had hit the ground the devil woman, Nana had won. Since Knuckles was no longer in a fit of rage nor was he able to move at this point the fight was over.
WC:479
TWC: 1589
So Knuckles' knee had at least met the Jaw of Don Nana, though he was unsure as to why she was lifted from the ground since he had pulled down on her arms to pull her into the Knee, not into the air. Then the moment he had let go of her hands instead of her shoving him or countering his knee she brought her guns up to block her face. He was unsure why she had done such a thing but his punches were already heading downwards towards Don Nana's white face. Instead, his fist had met the but of her weapons and they shattered under the pressure of his transformed power. However it was at this moment he felt something odd, it was like the damage he had done to Don Nana was now being put back into him. Tho it was not pain in his hands he was feeling but it felt as if he had taken a lighter knee or uppercut to his own chin.
This unseen attack had thrown Knuckles completely off his game and certainly played an outcome on where his punches had gone as well as pushed his head upwards preventing him from seeing as Don Nana wrapped her legs around him. Was she mad? She wanted him now and here of all places? He was not one to judge what got a woman going but this seemed like an improper place. Then the viper-like grip of her legs began to apply pressure. Before he knew what was going on they had already rotated backward with her wings flapping against his own, though she had more wings than him he felt the change in their position coming from the difference in their strength. Her Legs were pushing him backward.
Powerless to stop this motioned Knuckles would move his arms towards his head and try to push them down into the thighs of the woman to force her grip over his waits to loosen. However, by the time he had the thought it was too late. Knuckles found his vision starting to tunnel and his chest felt heavy. No, it was his entire body that was heavy. Don Nana had squeezed him so hard that she cut off blood flow. At the time that the red-haired Daemon had hit the ground the devil woman, Nana had won. Since Knuckles was no longer in a fit of rage nor was he able to move at this point the fight was over.
WC:479
TWC: 1589
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