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* Why hadn't she moved, defended herself ? She could've avoided being dragged through the forest, the light of the fire getting smaller and the dark trees whizzing past them. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. She lost her courage and was overwhelmed with fear. She watched in a daze as the sword came swinging at her when she was plopped down. It felt so hot against her skin. Lidia fell to the ground, her arm dripping in fountain of blood carressed with burns. It was as if her small, fragile arm was about to fall off. The pain was too much. She gave in...*

I'm sorry, Father..

* The could feel the warm blood dripping all over her. Taking her in. She was getting weaker and weaker..everything was turning black. She felt nothing but warmth..the best feeling, until she past out..*

**A large cresent blade sword came slashing down in a single dimension of time making it hard for almost any trained eye to see. The green ozzing blood splashed the trees and grass and a tall fat spiked demon fell to its kness crying out in a last battle moan. Its life was about to be taken and it knew it. The evil creature had it coming for killing inocent children and other farm animals to fill its belly.

A tall slender man with bright redish orange hair coming down the right side of his face and black cloakish clothes came walking up to the death written demon. A six foot sword drug behind him leaving a trail as the blade cut through the ground like butter. The demons stomach cut open, guts came pouring out and green blood that glowed somewhat.
Vincent sighs and rose up his sword for the final blow using his right arm only for the last quick attack. It came and the demons head was split in two parts and it fell to its side in silence. His job was complete for this demon and there could be many more within the area he thought.

Taking a deep breath he swung his sword over his right shoulder and continued walking south towards a tall stadium that appeared in the distance. He did not care what it was but it could prove amussing.**

"Maybe I should have made the evil creature suffer abit more?"

A tanned skinned elven man wearing black-wrap around glasses can be seen walking through the forest. In his right hand, a walking cane he bought recently. Tapping the ground nearly every step, so he can "see" where he is going. His only clothing, a pair specially-made hearing aids, blue sweat pants, a couple of special-made bracers with small specially-altered shurikens hooked onto them, 15 on each side. For his footwear, a simple pair of sandals. he coulda gone without the cane, but he didn't wanna look too conspicious.

The blind man stops in place, to the stranger's voice.

"I am sorry. I do not know you nor what you are talking about."

With that comment, he begins again to walk forward, away from the stranger.

((Here, we usually challenge each other IC as the norm thing.))

((S'alright. For now, I cna only be creative in battles. Story RPing: I suck.))

Since, the man's eyes glowed with spirit energy, the elf's magical sense told him atleast one kind of magical energy that Aragorn used. The elf heard what the man said, but just kept on walking and tapping.

"If you wanna fight me, you might as well attack me. Otherwise, I am just gonna leave your a** here," he joked.

Nothing like announcement of moves and his energy being charged into a portion of his position. Partially giving away which part will be used to attack. As the flying kick drew very close, the man stepped to the side to avoid the super kick, but also positioned his right arm/hand/cane in an awkward way. Given the jumping attacks, motion and speed, the blind man's elbow would be crashed into by his opponent's stomach if succesfully.

Also, given the positioning of the kick, His cane was held onto in a way, that it would go right in between his opponent's legs. With te motion and speed of the dragon kick, the cane would likely be broken, but the damage would be there. A major blow to Aragorn's nuts.

This was all just a possibilty however. There was a half secod, to maybe one second window for the oponent to possibly be able to defend against it in some way. If he could that is.

The cane ccracked a bit. And since the hand, went there to block, it is likely that there is atleast some damage to the hand as well in accordnace to the force being applied. Normally, an elbow when crashed into like that would hurt some, but luckily this blind man was trained to be a monk. Basically, beign able to deal with lots of pain and not seem like he flinches to it.

The blind man started to walk again away from the man as he catches his breath back and all the other stuff associated with the recovering. Why? Not even he knows. He just does. His almighty retort to the comment, "Your move." Not attacking him or anything. Just walking away a bit slower than usual.