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 Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:56 pm
Whack! Diacyn's swings were so wild that the Kestrel had no hope of predicting them, which meant that he took a hit to the hip and the shoulder before he managed to get his sword up to block. Tears actually sprang to his eyes from the pain, and he had to blink to clear his slightly fuzzy vision.
And then it started to get cold. He felt it, the slight shift in the air and the surge of power. <******** no! The owl was not going to use magic on him. Not today. Not ever. That was low!
Fury calmed him, somehow. Everything became very clear, very simple. There was Diacyn, swinging in rage, not paying attention, not watching. He was wielding a sword that'd already bruised Savius, repeatedly. But not again.
Very delibrately he stepped away from a swing and brought his sword up, fully intending to hit the owl right on his bald skull. That'd bring things to a close!
Teach him to play that way.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:21 am
Magic. Pure, untested, anger-driven freakish death magic. Diacyn's rage had found it, dug it up, and pushed it out into the world without his concious decision- and now he was going to pay for it.
Maybe it was the exhaustion caused by using his power, maybe he had already overexerted himself while trying to beat the kestrel into a pulp, but he felt the strength drain from his arms, slowly, but unstoppably.
He made contact once, twice- missed- and everything seemed to slow down. He couldn't aim properly, couldn't even see where he was swinging-
For one strangely slow-motion moment he saw, with incredible clarity, a, inexplicable snowflake hanging in midair. Then, behind it, the shape of a wooden blade came into focus-
Fireworks exploded inside his head as the blade made contact. He stumbled, hit something hard, and, after a few seconds of blurred confusion, realized it was the floor.
His vision didn't want to return to the singular form, but he imagined he saw the kestrel's self-satisfied smirk. Damn.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 1:44 pm
Goosebumps covered his arms through the last seconds of the fight. Think what he might about the owl, but he was obviously strong. It was all he could do to keep his teeth from chattering at the sudden change of temperature.
But the swing made contact, and Savius found himself watching in surprise as the Owl went down. Oops. He hadn't broken him, had he? He'd just gotten so angry.
Somewhat concerned, and mostly afraid of getting into trouble, the Kestrel knelt beside his fallen enemy, unsure of exactly what to do. He'd never won a fight before. "Dude, you're such a jerk.
"You okay, though?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:25 pm
The temperature had finally snapped back to normal as Diacyn's magic, and every other kind of strength he posessed, had been knocked out of him. He sat up slowly, feeling the world attempting to twist itself into a pretzel, and shook his head until he could count the number of kestrels he was seeing one one hand. "Wh- WHA?"
The bird was actually being nice to him? Well, nice only in the relative sense, but still... Diacyn had assumed Savius was going to take the gloating rights and run with them.
"I'm FINE," he growled, pushing himself to his feet with only a little wobbling. "I WANTED to get hit in the head. It's all a part of my master plan, you know."
Okay, so he was a sore loser, but he still wasn't going to stab his opponent in the back. He handed his weapon over carefully. "You're a..." wince- "okay fighter, actually."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 8:00 am
Savius quickly stepped back as Diacyn pushed himself back up. He had a feeling the Owl wouldn't appriciate a helping hand. He knew he wouldn't in his situation. So he just watched, taking his sword back with a brief nod, and sticking them both back on his belt.
He still had a black eye, a hurt wing, and now he was covered with bruises as well. But he felt better. He could win a fight against someone his own age, surely that meant something.
"Yeah, you too." His tone was not friendly, he still wasn't completely trusting of the boy who had, in his mind, started a fight out of nowhere.
"I'll see you 'round." He added, deciding now was a good time to leave, before Diacyn decided for round two. He hurt. Time to go home and lick his wounds in private. Turning back the way he came from, he walked off.
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