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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:23 pm
Watching the knight, cautious, the general finally made his move. Stepping back to give himself room, and avoid that shield, he swung in an up to down stroke the blade aimed at the knight as he bought the bladed weapon down. As he finished the downward swing he used the momentum to bring it across in a sweeping gesture aimed for the knights legs.
This time he was the one playing, fighting, to win and Benitoite was determined to win against this knight. He didn't care to lose again or to wind up in a hospital emergency room again. So long as he could avoid that shield, and that damn gemstone imbedded in it, he should be ok. He was confident in the skill he had and that was enough for him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:47 pm
Camelot felt his armor ringing, the sound echoing in his ears and rattling his head a bit. He stumbled backwards, pain shooting through him, then fading. He was unsure what had happened, if he took damage or not. Everything was vague and he was slowing down, a whirl of sound and sensation ringing in his head and body.
The thrill of the battle was running down. He had felt high before, but now he was feeling sluggish. Beaten down more than just physically. Maybe it was guilt, weighing heavily on him.
Maybe he was starting to subconsciously question himself. Why was he there.
His guard was down and he left himself, in the lapse of his awareness and focus, open for an attack. The end of the battle was drawing near, he realized far too slowly, and it wasn't going to end with him victorious this time.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:04 pm
Seeing no attack coming his way, which did surprise him, Benitoite wasn't one to leave an opening when he saw it. He'd take advantage of the others lack of comeback, and guard.
Letting his weapon vanish, he didn't need it if the knight was truly letting his guard down like this, the blond general launched himself at the knight. Aiming a fisted hand at the others face. he didn't want to say he was going to win, not yet, but he felt confident regardless. Whatever had the knight seemingly unable, unwilling, or incapable of continuing this fight the blond had no such issue. He didn't even for a moment wonder why as he closed in on the knight.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:27 pm
Camelot hit the ground hard when he was punched, though he got his hands under himself and pushed up as best he could. His head was spinning a bit, and he was disoriented by more than just the attack. He wavered.
His body was not responding the way he needed it to. He was on his hands and knees, slowly getting to his feet. He couldn't get his legs under him, though, dazed. He wobbled to the side a few wonky steps.
he was down for the count, though he had not been hurt, as far as he knew. Or maybe he had. His armor had limits, his body did as well.
He assumed what was happening here was not as much physical as it was mental. But what did he know? He couldn't even remember which way the floor was at the moment. He stayed down though.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:50 pm
Watching the knight on the ground he would have kicked him, viciously at that, but held back for a moment. "What, not going to get up? Too weak?" He questioned, voice cold and not at all kind but rather sneering and just a touch of a purr colored his words.
"Can't beat me this time..?" He asked while keeping his eyes on the fallen knight. Circling, slate eyes taking in the fallen form, he stopped at the others head and stood with his weight shifted to one side and a booted foot tapping viciously at the ground.
"It would seem this time I've won...pathetic." And in a fit of anger, and to assure he wasn't followed and the knight remained down, he lashed out and kicked once at the fallen form before turning on his heels and headed off into the night. His cape fluttering out behind him and heels tapping on the ground.
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