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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:36 am
As he ran at her she jumped onto a building, she wasn't going to be hanging around for an old man to try and beat her up.
"No one can fight for everything... otherwise whose team would you actually be on? Everything would mean you sided with both of us. Pick your words more carefully old man." She laughed and crouched down on the side of the building quite happily shooting arrows at him.
He was reminding her of a monkey and she half wondered if there was a song about monkeys dancing but she couldn't think of any at the time, probably a good thing as he had already had to listen to her 'singing' and it really wasn't nice!
"God you are boring..." She faked a yawn and stood up. She looked down at the knight and smirked.
"Your cards marked old man, maybe not tonight but just you wait." She smirked and teleported. There was no point in staying he was boring her and she wanted a good fight where the other person like fought back and didn't talk of everyone living in harmony - that just made her feel sick! As if it were even possible!
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 10:43 am
Camelot watched her as she jumped up onto the building, altering his path and darted for cover. He managed to roll out of her shot line, pressing himself to the wall of the building she was on for shelter.
"Just because you don't understand them doesn't make my words any less true or carefully chosen!" He called back.
When she threatened him he tensed. He didn't like the idea of someone wanting to kill him, in a specific way. He understood that each fight he got into came with the threat of death, but for someone to threaten him so specifically made his blood run colder. He frowned and tried not to look as affected by it as he felt.
At least she teleported, leaving him alone to deal with it.
With a heavy sigh, he slid down to the floor, sitting there for a long moment as the considered his options. He powered down at length, getting up with a bit of a tremble before he made his way home, trying not to look over his shoulder every three seconds.
Just in case.
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