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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:52 pm
((I'll be back in 1 1/2 hours or so. It's my sister's birthday and she demands I watch a movie with her. Have fun guys! blaugh ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:59 pm
((Hey, I've got curfew at 1.am. so I got to go. bye everyone.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:03 pm
She's fast! He'd been caught off guard at her speed, but he had a trick up his sleeve when it came to speed. From his left hand came a flash of red light at the same time he lunged to his left. The staff splintered where his hand had been holding on and Shtona ended up diving through splinters of wood, dodging the daggers. He rolled sideways, stopping on one knee with both hands holding him up, like a runner's start position. The smirk was gone now, replaced by more of a grimace. She's got me on the physical end...i'll have to keep an eye out for that.
((OOC: Buh-bye ^_^))
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:07 pm
"s**t!" she yelled, getting her feet underneath her just fast enough to fall into a forward roll. And just as fast as she had fallen, she was back on her feet, facing Shtona. Flick of the wrist and her daggers refocused on him as well. She didn't know if she liked this kind of fighting yet... but maybe that was because he had an intellectual edge. Not for long... hopefully.
Anslia rose on the balls of her feet and waited a bit. His turn.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:19 pm
"I'll explain what i did just then later on." he said, standing up slowly. "Gah i'm getting old..." He pulled out his stub of chalk and bent down just after standing up. Shtona bit his lip and started scribbling wildly. Something powerful this time... he thought, adding one last scribble in the top right of his circle. He touched his fingertips to the chalk and bright blue light replaced the chalk. A few seconds later they were both standing a perfectly clear slab of ice that had replaced the packed dirt. It looked almost like they were standing on air.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:28 pm
"What's this supposed to do? Make me-- whu.." Anslia tried to charge him again, but instead of herl egs speeding forward, they were pulled out from underneath her. Damn ice. After a few moments, she regained her balance. She wished for spiked shoes and then attempted her next maneuver. One step -- slippage -- turn it into a slide.
Anslia sped across the ice towards Shtona and... stopped about three feet short of his ankles, her intended target. s**t. Sitting duck.
One dagger into the ice. Another. Maybe... useing both as an anchor she threw her legs over her head in an odd sort of handspring. If only she could make contact with his chest she could send him over the edge. She thought...
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:34 pm
The ice was a risky move, something he'd done once before that hadn't worked too well. It was supposed to take away her speed advantage, which it did, in a sense. She'd acclamated quickly though. Surprisingly quickly. And now he was sliding on his back across the ice toward the edge. Out of reflex he drew his sword, but instead of thrusting the blade into the ice he slammed the hilt down. The golden t-circle lit up as he channeled his energy through and a steep ramp grew out of the ice behind him. He slid up the incline until he was almost suspended in air, then gravity took effect and he was rushing back down the ramp and at his student just as fast as she'd sent him away. If i can get her away from her daggers it'll be over... he thought, throwing his legs out at her when he was close.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:39 pm
Anslia had to admit that this alchemy stuff posed some tantalizing advantages -- she didn't exactly know how to react when she realized Shtona was coming back at her. And she had yet to fully regain her footing.
Instinct told her to move. Experience told her to get a dagger (or two.) Try to do one, or both? Maybe there was enough time to... she bent down to try and wrench one dagger out of the ice. Fingers around the hilt... Too slow.
Phft! Thunk.
The landing hurt. So did her hand. So did her dagger. The hardness of the ice and force of her weight back had bent the blade about two inches below the hilt. And her palm was rubbed raw from being drawn so forcibly over it.
... and the wind was knocked out of her. She tried to catch her breath.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:00 pm
As his student went sliding away he grabbed one of the daggers to keep from sliding with her. He pulled himself across the ice, spinning around the dagger to watch what she'd do while he sheathed his sword.
((OOC: I'm going to be gone for a little bit...i'll be back soon though.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:08 pm
Get up. GET UP. In a flash of legs and arms, she managed to stumble to her knees, bruised from hard impact with the ice. Anslia remained in the crouch, rationalizing that the lower her center of gravity was, the less chance she had of falling. But here she was, sore and at a loss... and weaponless.
If she could just think of something before he managed to get up. Think Anslia, Think! And then in came to her. Gripping the ice with her fingers as much as she could, she leaned back and then shot herself forward, arms outstretched. Now, if she could just latch onto his face... unprotected and right there (or any part of him really) then maybe she would have a chance.
There had to be way to get that dagger back...
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:34 pm
He had spun in time to watch her straighten out and launch herself at him, which gave him just enough time to end it. Still holding onto the dagger he pulled himself into a sitting position, his legs outstretched towards her. He held out the sword in front of him, toward her as well. She'll be speared if she doesn't stop herself...
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:40 pm
"b*****d!" How to stop? How to swerve? How to... do anything? Calm down.
She redirected her aim for the dagger, digging her fingernails into his skin as she closed around her weapon. Throwing her legs to the side, she managed to swerve around him, her forehead narrowly missing the point of his sword. She waited just long enough (so the she drew a little blood with her fingernails) to let go. And she sailed off the end of the slab of ice, scrambling in the air to make sure she landed on muscle and didn't break anything.
Thunk. It wasn't nearly the fall she was expecting. But she was out of the sparring area. She'd lost.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:47 pm
He closed his eyes and sighed, laying back on the cold ice. It felt good against his sore muscles. Shtona lay there for a few minutes, resting up. He was too tired to change the the ice back; it took too much energy to change dirt to ice or ice to dirt. Breathing heavily he stood, holding the scratch marks on his hand. "Good fight Anslia...very good. I'm amazed at how well you fight without alchemy."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:53 pm
Anslia stood, checking herself for any serious damage. "Your stamina sucks." Of course, she had no idea the energy it took to transmute and be physically engaged, but that never stopped her tongue. After a pause, she looked over to Shtona. "But you're not bad."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:59 pm
"Not bad yourself..." he grunted. He slashed at the ice with his sword, creating gashes in the ice in front of him. He walked on the rougher ice toward the edge, slashing more gashes as he walked. He hopped down onto the grassy lawn and sat a few steps away from the sparring grounds. "So what do you want to know first?" he asked, taking the break to answer a few questions.
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