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 Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 3:35 pm
"No thanks are required. You two are good people. My honor would be tarnished if I did not help a good person in need. As for this wizard, I dislike him, for by his actions he has shown himself to be dishonorable."
~Trisk rises.~
"I hate to do this, but I must leave. I have pressing business to attend to, and now that she will be all right, I really must be going. I leave her in your care."
~Whirling around, he disappears.~
((Must... Eat... Starving... Sorry to leave so abruptly.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 3:41 pm
Obake watched as the strange man left. They were not people in need, they had each other and that was all that mattered. Obake sat next to Kuro, unsure about how to keep her here. He hated being unsure. He was too distant, while she was so full of life, yet he loved her.
He made his decision and lied next to her, hoping her was warm enough to keep his mate to be asleep.
Soon he would be able to hold her again, he closed his eyes and for the first time in weeks, got a good nights sleep.
((thats OOOOOkay, I need to eat as well! bye! ^^))
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:10 pm
Focht walks into the forest heading deep into the trees, heading towards one of the clearings. He walks 3/4ths of the way across the clearing and tosses his jacket to the side, stretching.
"Thats right Hart."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:12 pm
*Follows Focht into the area, then immediately widens his stance a bit and simply moves his arms away from his body, as he never released the grip on the chain that he held at the gardens.*
"Ya...
No more stallin', let's go."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:18 pm
"So egar.... I thoguht you might want to stretch more first.... Oh well. I hope you enjoy yourself."
He drops into a sitting position, sitting on his right foot with the knee out at a right angle from Hart. His left foot was out straight towards Hart, heel on the ground. Holding his right hand out to the side, a bluge forms in the center of his palm, then slowly the tip of what looks to be a kantana breaks free of the bulge that is seemingly made of liquid at this point. The kantana like blade continues to extend until 5 feet of blade is showing from the bulge. As the hilt is freed of the seemingly liquid substance, Focht grabs it, twisting his wrist and the sword it so the pomell was free of the liquid with promptly faded.
Bringing the weapon up over his head, he holds it so the blade is turned upward and pointed at Hart, parallel to his leg. Focht places his left hand against the side of the blade and waits, closing his as his ears flickering as he listens to Hart's muscles and for the sounds of movement.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:18 pm
*artemis had gottne bored and followed them at a distance, and watched, his sword strapped to his back.* (ye ol sword. and its not small, its over 3.5 feet, to at least 4.5) 
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:22 pm
*Hart steps back then, with one swift motion, sweeps his right arm out, sending the sickle in an arc to the left of Focht, to wrap around behind him.
A foolish, simple move, especially for such a weapon, but he didn't care.
he releases extra slack as needed and jerks on the chain as it rounds Focht.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:29 pm
Focht sighs, seeming to relax alittle. The sickle hits something just has hard as plated armor yet nothing was there. In an instant after feeling the sickle hit his wall of air, Focht springs into action leaving an after image behind as he charges at Hart, heading alittle to Hart's left and stopping there. He reappears as he stops, the after image fading, and he spins making a strong fast cut at Hart's thigh moving much faster than the size of the sword would seem to allow.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:36 pm
"Eh?"
*Hart sees Focht's attack too late and the katana digs into his leg, the muscle is tough to cut through and the blade is completely halted by the bone.*
"Graah!"
*He drops the chain held in his left hand, and he shoots out with and open palm to Focht's head, which he would then close to grip and hold his opponent.
He also pivots his right side around toward Focht, preparing to send a punch with his right hand.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:38 pm
*artemis watched from up ina tree curiously. was better then fretting over emotions like before.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:51 pm
Focht ducks the grabbing hand but ends up right in the path of the punch taking it clean to the side of the face. His head snaps around and his grip on his sword slips as a small trickle of blood runs down his lip. He was still trying to figure out why his blade was stopped by Hart's bone. Using the power of the punch to his advantage, he tightens his grip on the blade and continues with the punch pulling hard on his sword to rip it free of the bone and back out. Focht also uses his left leg and plants it against Hart's tight, below the blade and pushes off for some extra leverage.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:57 pm
*The blade would come free without much resistance and Hart's leg snaps back and buckles from the force.
He takes this opportunity to get inside of Focht's sword's reach.
Using his good leg, he pushe toward Focht with a shoulder tackle, the punch having connected, he was already in a good position for it.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:03 pm
Focht takes the sholder in the back. The force of the impact knocked him to the ground face down but not for long. Switching his grip alittle, he holds the sword up and rolls to his back and kicks his feet up, arces his back and waits alittle long to push off with his hands so he is sent away from Hart.
Focht wipes the blood away from his face with his left hand and smiles, not in any fighting stance.
"So far so good....."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:10 pm
*Hart drops to his knee and uses his hand to brace himself on the ground.
Thick, dark blood drips down his leg.
He pushes back to his feet, standing a bit awkwardly now with the injury.*
"Issat it?
C'mon."
*He smiles again, ignoring the pain completely, or just not feeling it.
He reaches down and grabs the chain, with a quick yank the sickle end of comes sailing back toward him, which he catches with his left hand.
The blade cuts into his hand, which starts bleeding over the dried blood already there.
He unwraps the rest of the chain from his waist and begins twirling the weighted end over his head with his right hand.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:11 pm
*artemis was intruiged by harts stamina..* not bad.. *he sat there still.* maybe ill have to fight him some time..
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