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((No, not like that, but if you grip them tightly they will only vut you. They need a bit of space to slice hard enough to do seriouse damage.)) The man had mis judged how the threads worked. The threads just kept going, stretching endlessly. Blood must have been running from the man's hand because of the sharpness of the threads. Aragorn sat and waited for the man.

Aragorn detatched the strings from his fingers, watching them slowly fady away. He folowed the fading end with his boot knife in his right hand. He saw the man ahead and smiled, spirit threads were running out and had caught up to him. Argorn jumped over the man, landing in front of him he quickly slashed his knife at the man's left ankle.

He quickly folds up the now ordinary sharp threads into one hand into his right hand. While the man did his fancy jump overhead, the blind monk equipped a couple of his shurikens between his fingers and spun around. Since it was a slash at he left ankle, it is most likely a horizontal type slash. The slash was blocked in a peculiar way. His right hand with the shurikens inbetween the fingers was moved to be in the direct path of the back of the attacking hand, in the form of a punch, while moving his ankle back as a just in case so the slash would miss. But, the main importance was not the block itself. But, the skin penetration caused by the shurikens when the back of the attacking hand hit the 'punch,' now a hastened, but less powerful form of strictnine that was now into his body.

For reference as to the effects, a copy and paste is being done.

Each one coated with a hastened, but lessened form of shrychnine. Normal strychnine is Chronic strychnine poisoning, the symptoms being those that arise from central nervous system stimulation; the first signs are tremors and twitching, progressing to severe convulsions and respiratory arrest. The hasteed, but lesened form is worked within a few 'seconds' of entering the persons sysem, be it injested, piercing the skin to make contact with blood, whatever while having a somewhat reduced intensity of strictnine. The idea was to not to kill the victim, but definiately disable them. The length of the effect would be 5 minutes maximum of 'fight time.'

Problem was, Mono still had both arms free. Her left arm folded itself over her shoulder to grab the back of his cloak. The other arm shot out and pushed against the ground as hard as Myst could manage in an effort to send them both rolling to the left and bringing her on top. If she managed it, the lady in black would lose no time in shifting to be able to fold her knee and plac her foot right over the man's crotch.

What for? For vicious fun, of course.

Well that didn't work out after all. In defeat, Myst fell back down to the ground, arms spread to the side and cheek in the dirt. Pouting, of course. Whining, too.

"Man, that's not cool! I'm the one supposed to catch you, not the other way around!"

Lots of squirming followed. Kinda pathetic, in a sense.

"Missy" growled. That was not really nice of him. What if they get too exhausted to do the really naughty stuff? She'd have to catch him fast.

As soon as her target got off her, Myst reached in her back and reached out for one of her short poles. In a single move, she pulled it out of her jacket, and pushed it to the front, throwing it off to Azurino's legs. In the air, the staff would also gain a slight spin, just enough to make sure it didn't pass right between the legs and hit behind one of the knees instead.

After that, She got up and charged again.

Problem. The man was on his stomach. Myst couldn't kiss him in that position. He'd have to roll over. Well, Mono had to roll him over. She sadly had no idea how, though. Thus, she just decided to do what sounded like a bright move at the moment: she jumped and sat on the man's back. At the same time, she also picked back up the pole she had just thrown. In case, y'know.

"Hey!"

As soon as she felt a thug, Myst acted on instinct and reached to grab onto something. In that case, it was Azurino's shoulders and neck. Three possibilities could happen. Either Myst was too week and had to let go of her hold, either the man's legs were too weak and nothing happened, or both hold tight and end up rolling together backward.