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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:42 pm
*in his drunken anger, his arm slips into the wolf's mouth, and he feels the bone snap as her jaws gnaw on his arm* AAAAHHHRRRR!!!!! DAMN YOU!!! *he loses it then, beating at the wolf's side with the flat of his machete, like a big silver club, kicking viciously as his mind blurs, the shadowing voices battering at his psyche*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:50 pm
Miguel rolled his eyes, not at the lady, but at the fact that that was the answer. "wonderful..." he thought for a moment. he had nothing. he wasnt a guard. he was an assassin. he was always around the scum of the human/vamp/undead races, not the honorable folks.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:53 pm
the Lady narrowed her eyes, "I cannot help you!! I con't tell you how you can save your life!"
Echo yelped and wiggled back. As she did, she shredded some fleash as she did.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:17 pm
*his head swims for a moment, then he sits up and scrambles to his feet, holding his arm close to his chest, growling through gritted teeth* Awww, damn it. Damn it! *he shakes his head, then looks over at the wolf, a half-grin quivering on his lips, and he raises the machete again, his voice strained slightly* You may not be the mongrel that destroyed my life, But you'll do just fine in the meantime!!! *he charges the wolf, hollering murderously*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:20 pm
echo could smell the man was intoxicated. It smelled awfel.
She jumped away. This human....was truly pathedic.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:49 pm
*with an enraged snarl, he hurls his machete at the wolf, the blade spinning through the air as it sails towards her*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:01 pm
Echo tried to dodge, but then felt the blad slam into her shoulder. She yelped in pain.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:07 pm
*at the sight of the injury, the voices in his mind practically howl for him to finish his enemy, and he was not going to argue. he pulls out a long, reverse-curved silver dagger and lunges towards the wolf, ready to stab through the top of her head* Die, you flea-bitten DOG!!!
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:19 pm
Echo jumped away and winced as the blade in her shoulder bit deeper into her shoulder. She turned ehr head and bit down on the blade. She tried to pull it out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:26 pm
*he reaches her and, instead of stabbing down with his knife, he shoves it into his coat and grabs the handle of the machete, ripping it out of the wolf, making the wound in her shoulder worse and slicing out one of her teeth*
(too close to god-modding? considering Echo is holding the machete in her teeth?)
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:29 pm
Echo let out a hair raising sound as one of her chewing teeth was cut. She then slamed into this pathidic neusence of a man and dug into him with her claws.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:36 pm
*he roars in pain as her claws find the joints between his armor and shred his skin and muscle, blood pouring out of his sides. he drops the machete and pulls out his silver dagger, plunging the blade into the wolf's side through her ribs. his eyes take on a deep blood-red glow, surrounded by black, as the dark beings residing in his mind try to take the edge off of his pain and add fuel to his rage. he looks up at the wolf, his human face perfectly matching the vicious snarl on the wolf's face*
(sorry, got a little gabby)
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:41 pm
Echo yelped in pain and head-butted the man. She jumped away again, bleeding out her side, and felt a shift come upon her. Her body wasn't reacting well to the silver and was trying to revert to ehr human form.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:47 pm
*the man coughs up a small amount of blood as he painfully gets to his feet, every heavy breath sending familiar pains coursing through his sides, but he clutches his dagger in a tight grip. slightly hunched over, he moves slowly towards the wolf* What's the...matter, mongrel? *he coughs and spits up another mouthful of blood* Not so...easy when it's a....fighter, instead of women and ch...children?
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:05 pm
Blood ozed out of the wolf mouth and her body reblled. She started to shift. IT was painful, and she made the yelps and cries in pain.
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