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 Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 6:54 pm
Alfheim frowned. This was obviously very serious to the guy, even if he was epically failing on delivering the beat down he intended. He could almost here his best friend in the back of his mind begging him to punch him and just get this over with and at this point several people he spent a good deal of time around probably would've by now.
But Alfheim really sucked at standing up to s**t with that level of violence.
He smacked away the swing again.
"Well I promise it wasn't intentional," He said. "So please stop punching me."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 5:36 pm
Had Nysa maintained his composure, he might have been more able to recognize the genuine nature of the Earth Page's confession. However, his desire to restore his princess' honor had put an icy cold veil over his better judgment.
He didn't say another word. He wouldn't even give this elder man the satisfaction of acknowledging how he knew his words were deceitful.
Instead, the Squire foolishly swung once more at the Page.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 8:00 pm
Alfheim had done his best to ask nicely, to reason with him. And he just kept insisting on this being a fight. To the bulky page, he hadn't considered it one so far, just some desperate flailing and failing, but he was done.
He was so done.
He caught the squire's fist in one hand and tightened his grip around it before he used the other hand to sock him square in the face before he let go.
"I'm not interested in fighting someone on my own side," He complained like that punch had actually hurt him instead.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 8:17 pm
All it had taken was one swing. One swing, and within that moment, Nysa briefly looked panicked. It had nothing to do with the world of pain that was about to smack him in the face. It had everything to do with the obvious after effect of the fist-to-face.
Nysa was not very fond of the idea of bruises ruining his complexion.
Nysa's face flew back, but with his hand still within the Page's, the squire didn't fall back too far. With a foot, he seemed to catch himself before standing himself up a bit taller.
The lad's eyes narrowed as he took in his attacker's features once more.
"...you are rubbish..."
It was completely illogical for the Squire to see the Page of Earth as the problem, but that didn't mean Nysa wasn't entitled to his odd perspective on things. With a sudden jerk, he pulled his own hand out of the elder man's tightened one.
With one graceful brush of his hand through his long bangs (easily masking his newly injured skin within a moment), he hopped back, and soon enough fled without another word.
Nysa. Squire of Neptune.
Coward.
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