Idiosyncratic Method
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- Posted: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 00:35:10 +0000
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❝I'm just a girl looking for a little purpose.❞
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- Andariel - The Hellgrinder
- "What I am, what I want to be... Being immortal is such a pain in the a**."
But if the northman was impressed with the simple spinning of the blade, he didn't show it. Andariel had to give the man credit, it wasn't false bravado. He faced her without fear.
Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, Andariel's blade went streaking at him, straighter than an arrow in flight, the chain whipping behind it. Wolfborn certainly had enough clearance to dodge it, but in doing so, he had to take his eyes off her. And even in doing so for just a moment, he had sealed his fate.
He turned to evade, but was interrupted by the sight of her smiling face, right in his own. Holding to his side, Dari lifted her left leg behind his right and threw her right hand up to take hold of his face. The Nephilim pushed, sending him seesawing over her knee and into the ground. Reaching up with her left, the woman plucked her greatsword from the air as it was about to pass.
The crowd whooped as Fenris ate sand.
Andariel turned away from him, flourishing her monstrous blade as if it were no more than a rapier,
"Sorry friend, have to play the crowd. You know how it is." She said casually. It was not meant to be any sort of boast. This is what the arena was: entertainment in carnage. It was called bloodsport for a reason. Adonis felt her a fool for acting as if this were a game. But, it was a game. And they were all the little pieces. Once, a very long time ago, Dari may have been the chessmaster, but now she was a lowly knight, cursed to move in abstract patterns by the whims of wrinkled old fatcats. Not that she was complaining. She had chosen this fate. She deserved it.
"What are you?" Wolfborn said, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and why she could do that in the first place.
That was the crux of the matter wasn't it? Everyone wanted to know who Andariel the Hellgrinder was,
"I'm a woman who has everything," She shrugged. Dari didn't sound very sad, just resigned, "And nothing." She turned back to him with an eyebrow raised, "Now are you gonna get up and face me like a man, or are you gonna sit in the dirt and mewl like a kid that just tripped on a rock!?" She barked authoritatively.
Galvanized into action, the northman sprung up from his sandy seat, sword and axe in hand, and flung himself at her,
"That's more like it!" The woman yelled, parrying his strikes, matching her strength to his.
█ o o c ;;; Sorry for the infrequency of my posts, I'm actually really tired, and I'm finding it hard to focus...
- ❝Behind those eyes lies the truth and grief, behind those beautiful smiles I've seen tragedy...
- The flawless skin hides the secrets within, silent forces that secretly ignite your sins...❞