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 Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:26 am
((*Stares at Kami; on the verge of turning into Envy from FMA just to make her point clear* T.T ))
It was at this point that Celia finally caught up. She slowed down as she neared the area where the three were talking, and waved a little bit when she spotted Baran. She walked over to the group, and smiled a little as she tilted her head a little and said "Hi...I was looking for you," to Micoi. In all truth, she still had some problems addressing Jett properly, so it would be a while before she got used to addressing the new queen properly....
Kahaku glanced between the fighters and the queen, having heard the little bit about Micoi wanting to fight anyone she could on the way over. He seemed to smirk a little, as if wondering something that was illusive to everyone but him....In truth, he was rather eager to see the new queen fight....and from his observations of her, more than likely completely destroy whomever the unlucky fighter chosen was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 8:37 pm
((Who's Envy? *oblivious* ^^;
Nadil(/Karill): >_<;; I will name him before their fight-bit is over. XD; *lazy* Also, you play a bunch of the Yokai. You play their general? Or someone we can pull in for this? Basically, I want to up the fighting. biggrin Which means we need some large-scale shiznat going down and someone to head it. gonk ))
Baran perked up when Celia arrived and he wandered over to the part of the fence she was leaning on, grinning slightly.
"Hey," he waved lightly at her. "How are you doing?"
Startled at first, the Fighter's easy smile hardened around the edges. "Is that a challenge? If so, I'd be happy to take you on. It's been a while since I've had a new partner."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 9:31 pm
((XDD;;;; Wait, get what across, Sujika?
And don't worry, Kami, Envy is a femmy guy walking around in what really is too femmy for him... despite him being skinny and slender. XD;
Kami: Oh! XD; Well, I need a big battle with ALL of them, perhaps not Tenjou, we can allow her to stay at home.... but I NEED Jett and Micoi to be married first. XD; ^^))
Turning her head towards the newly arrived, Micoi grinned at her. "Well, here I am. Just hang on a minute, will you?" she replied before turning her attention back to the fighter opposite of her.
"And here I thought you boys recognized a challenge when it walked up to you," she teasted friendly, the corner of her mouth twisted upwards somewhat. "Up for it, baby boy?" she asked, even though he was probably older than she was... well, he looked quite a bit older than her 18 years.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 9:34 pm
He laughed, tipping his head slightly back.
Taking on a teasing tone, he responed, "am I ready? Do you really plan to fight in that, little lady? You'll tear your pretty skirts."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 9:40 pm
"Betcha I can take you on in these and with one hand tied behind my back... or to something else," she answered with a grin that had almost something predatory in it... like a hunter before the hunt. "Not only will I be able to take you on but win and also teach you something. How about it? You can shed anything you want to give you more mobility, after all... it's only fair," she smiled at him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 9:56 pm
The Fighter shrugged, unfazed. "I don't have anything burdensome on me. However," his eyes glinted in imitation of hers, "if that was a hint for me to strip for you, I think we should take this inside."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 9:59 pm
"No," she said with a content smile, like a cat with cream. "We'll remain outside where the others can watch and learn. I simply wanted to even the odds." Look who was talking, the girl herself was walking around in a flowing dress with long skirts, corest and all. "Anyone got a sword I can borrow?" Her eyes glinted in the sun, or was it of mischeif?
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:20 pm
Taking Baran's sword from his distracted grasp, the Fighter handed it to Micoi with a mock bow. "My lady." He didn't, of course, know that she was the future Dragon Queen... he simply thought she was a young and bored noblewoman from one of the outerlying provinces where fighting was a more regular occasion.
Getting into a fighting stance, he continued. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Reyn and I'm a member of the Dragon Tribe. Yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:30 pm
Taking the blade, the younger dragon finally entered the ring, not seeming in the least bothered by the excessive cloth hanging on her person. "Well met, I'm... Micoi Fareveil, but just call me Micoi, it has been a century, I bet, since I went by my parents' name," she said. It was true, when Kanak found her, he had, later that evening, gone back to supervise the extent of the attack and found out his young ward's realy surname. However, Micoi had never used it and it was well over a century since her parents left Dusis, not that she knew how long ago.
Walking casually up into the middle, stopping a fet feet opposite of Reyn, she took up a fighting stance. "Ready when you are," she said with a sweet smile, almost as if she was trying to guess just how long, I'm sorry, short while he would remain standing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:34 pm
Reyn faked a yawn. "Anytime, baby."
He was so glad Baran was distracted. It seemed he knew this Micoi and Reyn didn't want him trying to get in the middle of their match. What was hotter than an attractive young lady in the midst of battle, anyway?
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:39 pm
"Suit yourself," was the reply he got before the female in front of him suddenly went to attack, it was like her dress wasn't even there... or she was just horribly used to fighting in it. The sweet smile was also replaced by a more focused and almost slightly dangerous half grin, this girl was no stranger to battle, that was for sure.
Moving forward quickly, Micoi trusted the blade towards his middle, almost as if she really intended on gutting him open.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 11:05 pm
Reyn parried her blow, knocking her sword a little to the side so that it shot past his arm instead of into his stomach. Spinning as she turned to face him, he held one arm up for slight protection and balance as he watched her carefully. With a sudden quick movment, Reyn lunged at her, swinging his sword across to slice her chest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 11:20 pm
In a sudden, 360 degrees whirl, Micoi had blocked the blow (and making quite a show of it with her near knee long hair). as she came around to face the other again, she looked him dead in the eye. In her golden orbs there was a 'come on' look that demanded a continued aggressive attack... else she do it herself. Her next blow didn't let anyone wait as it came flying against his thigh, however, in case she would hit, she was prepared to bring the flat side of the steep up to meet his leg so that she didn't cut him open.
She had to confess since, you know, it wasn't exactly yesterday that she did battle without intent to kill her opponent. This was like going back over things you had learnt many years ago.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 11:30 pm
Reyn gritted his teeth, jerking backwards and almost stumbling as he avoided her attack. She was good...
Lashing out furiously with his blade he cut for her abdomen, then, when that was blocked, slashed down with as much force as he could give to his attack without running the risk of overbalancing.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:49 am
He was quite good, she would have to give himk that... but not enough. When the second swipe came against her she decided she wasn't going to block it and so she didn't but as the blade came towards her she suddenly dropped to the ground and rolled to the side and around him. Coming up in a swift crouch, she dashed forward to get back up on her feet, but in same move she let her sword slide against the back of Reyn's knees.
It was impossible not to feel the blade stroke, but it didn't cut him, perhaps didn't even leave a tear in the pants. Micoi was slightly surprised herself that she had gotten so close but still managed to avoid a real blow.
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