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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:20 pm
Focht backs away from the barrier so he will have time to react to an attack from that direction. Focht tilts his head, alittle curious as to why Mastema was being semi-polite for once.
"Why else would I be here Mastema? Or are you truely losing your touch?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:22 pm
*she snorts and hops out the window, she lands with a roll and slide, she takes off for the barrier* please let it open...
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:28 pm
*The portal denies Kaiori's exit. Mastema smirks at Focht* I'm just polite to guests.... for a while at least *The hand on Focht's shoulder sprays out acidic poison*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:28 pm
*lurking in the shadows of the trees he watches what is about to go down*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:34 pm
Focht holds his breath bringing his right hand up so it is between his face and Mastema's hand. His hand seems to begin creating a breaze strong enough to blow the poison far enough away so it won't envelope him, Focht grins.
"Mastema...... there seems to be a problem with your poison........"
[edit: TJ recommendation]
Focht suddenly seems to be in pain from Mastema's touch. The poison was acidic and was buring through the cloths on his sholder. Focht jumps back, tossing his jacket to the side, pulling out a small hold out knife. Focht, glares at Mastema as he uses the knife to cut off the part of the shirt and his skin where the acid was. He is bleeding from his sholder but it isn't burning anymore and that what matters. His voice becomes more of a growl. As he raises the hand of his injured arm and repeats the process of blowing the poison away again....
"That wasn't very nice...."
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:40 pm
*Dark kaiori pounds her fists on the barrier and slumps to the ground, her heart pounding slowly slows down to a weak pace*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:50 pm
((Waker read back pages and pay attention to the first post stare ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:55 pm
*grins insanely. He stops spreading out the poison and looks to Focht* I'm glad you like that poison. I seem to have neglected to ask why you came here... but that matters not twisted
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:07 pm
Focht lowers his hand, not really noticing the pain his sholder, and smiles back to Mastema.
"What makes you think my reasons don't matter?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:20 pm
*grins* Because if it was worth anything you would have said it already *He turns his back to Focht and starts back toward the sanctuary*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:23 pm
Focht tosses the knife toward the ground in Mastema's path back to the Sanctuary and the safety of the Barrier.
"I want you to hand the Rose Swords over..... I am not to intrested in the Black Rose right now......"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:29 pm
*He shudders then tilts his head back as he fails to contain his laugh* Oh I won't surrender the green rose nor the red rose to the likes of you twisted
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:47 pm
*Dark kaiori passes out by the barrier* ((bbs))
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:48 pm
"Fine.... have it your way......."
Focht raises his right hand out to the side, his palm opened. The center of his palm begins to be pushed out as if something wanted out. Suddenly the tip of his usual 5 foot kantana extends out as if spring loaded. As the hilt becomes visible, the blade slows its exit so Focht can easily grab the hilt. The hold process takes under 2 seconds and is utterly soundless.
Focht launches himself at Mastema, leaving an after image and becoming unsensible. He becomes sensable again imposed between Mastema and the Barrier in a low crouch, the sword still out to the side. Focht swings at Mastema's legs hoping to end the fight by limiting Mastema's mobility. As the swing finishes, the after image fades.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 6:54 pm
*The blade makes a clean cut. But Mastema doesn't seem to falter at all. If one looked at his legs it would be as if someone hadn't even cut them* When will you learn that my body won't succumb to the simple stroke of a sword stare
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