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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:29 pm
Caelian was hopping, skipping and jumping. She really was. She was in a good mood this evening, and just felt like showing it. She sensed a youma nearby though, and made her way towards it, sighing in slight relief as she felt a much more powerful good energy as well. Well, at least she wouldn’t have to dust the youma all on her own…there was never much that her powder puff could do…
The youma looked like a tree, about six feet tall and very skinny with glowing angry purple eyes.
Caelian let out a little yelp when she finally saw the youma, and was kind of upset that that other energy signature wasn’t…wasn’t quite here yet. She stood her ground though, holding her powder puff out. “Come on, you twig…I’ll break you in half and use you for firewood!”
The youma made a clicking noise and swung it’s branch like arms at her, smacking the page across the face. Caelian fell backwards with a yelp, landing on her backside, a few scratches leaking blood on her face.
Well. This was just a bit over her head.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:56 pm
Camelot was in a good mood as well. He had a fiance to think of, to keep his thoughts high and, if he were honest, slightly off topic. He certainly was not thinking about the patrol at hand, humming to himself.
Dogby had already been dropped off at home, from her day at the library with him. He always made sure she was cared for now, and never left her alone with Nathan. It meant securing the doors with doggy fences she couldn't hop over, but after she ran away (even though it was on a walk with Nate and not from his house) he was not taking any chances.
Nate was not allowed to take her for walks any more.
In fact, he was lucky Tony had let him back into the house at all.
He felt the presence of another knight nearby and moved toward it, trying not to hum and smile as he did so. He arrived in time to see the youma hit Caelian, and he let out a cry of protest.
"Big mistake, youma!" He called, hurrying over to help defend. He was all business now: a true knight at the service of someone who needed him. He got some range on his shield and swung it to back the youma up as far as he could.
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