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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 4:30 pm
Raidek smirked waiting until he was almost within her grasp before propelling himself above her, doing a front flip, he landed his back to her as she continued past. “So you would call a mere bolt of lightning an attack...I wouldn't, more like a disruption.” He began to walk a circle around Vilya, seemingly ignoring everyone else in the camp. “Did you not think that I did not have some idea as to what she was doing? The magic of that ring is thick in the air...and I was simply trying to disrupt the beasty from doing anything with it. However, that did seem to fail.” Raidek laughed slightly letting his arms hang loosely at his side.
The giant of a wolf stepped from the forest where it was hidden, moving towards Raidek, alert, but unworried. It stopped next to Raidek and looked to Vilya.
Raidek removed his chained sickle, fashioning it on Fenrir so that it would hold the few bags that he had and his hook swords. He looked to Vilya, staring at the scimitar, “If we use magic...I'm sure neither of us will see this fight through to the end, so put the ring down and lets make a spar of this. Smirking he reached into a bag he had fastened to Fenrir and removed a small bottle from it. He lifted his mask and took a long drink from it once his possessions were removed from himself and fastened to Fenrir, “Don't mind if I have a drink do you?” The smell of alcohol became noticeable in the air and his stance became relaxed, swaying back and forth, almost staggering. Turning to Vilya he smiled behind his mask, the bottle dropped from his hand, empty. “Sha' we?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 7:17 pm
Vilya wrinkled her nose in disgust. Everything about this man repulsed her, but he had issued a challenge, and she would answer with honor.
She held up the ring in her gloved hand and without looking away from her opponent tossed it back to her gryphon companion.
cannot retaliate with the same, and neither can I for that matter.>
Tura bristled but remained where she was.
Vilya used her free hand to pull the second scimitar from it's harness. She took her beginning stance, crossing the blades in front of her but never blocking her view of the stranger.
She ran forward again, this time swinging with her right blade in a faint, dodging back and around and coming in with a real slash from her left and right at her opponent's side.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 7:35 pm
(Not sure if I read the post right, but here goes nothing.)
“Eh...” He watched her charge with both scimitars drawn. Keeping his movement fluid swaying back and forth, starting to think if it was the technique or the liquor that had him doing so. As she approached he swung his body back as if intending to flip away from the initial attack, but he simply feel onto his back, his eyes seemingly closed as if he had passed out, her initial attack flying right over him and surely she would trip over him if she didn't jump or something of the like.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 5:19 am
((No, that was good.))
Vilya barely had time to react, with the momentum she had built it was impossible to stop. As he slid down she leapt over him. She could not believe it at first but he had left himself completely open lying there on his back. In one fluid motion she turned, her blades perfect extensions of her arms and let the tip of one scimitar come down, aiming to rest just upon his exposed neck.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:52 am
Raidek's eyes opened as she leaped over him, watching how she turned, seeing the motion of the blade, he pushed off the ground, flipping himself backwards, and landing at her side. Watching the tip of the blade for a moment as it moved closer and closer to where his neck had been, in the next, he swiftly brought his knee around for her gut. Raidek's body almost horizontal as he did this, aside from the one leg he was swiveling on, using his body to to give himself more momentum. Should his knee make contact with her gut as he had hoped, it would surly be enough force to knock her to the ground, or at the very least, knock her back.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 11:33 am
"Sai, I have mistaken. Now seeing the kind of bound creature he posseses, I know he is dangerous. Right now he is simply messing with us." Kin said with a serious face; knowing he is also in trouble if he were attacked by him.
Vix asked with a concern after feeling all the vibrations of it coming into proximity.
Kin replied, watching the battle.
is exactly what we're looking for.> Kin said again and a smirk slipped onto his face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:24 pm
"Yes, it would seem that he could be quite the challenge. Unfortunately, I've used up most of my energy for the day. I got a little bit back from eating Vilyas stew, but not enough to allow me to fight him." Sai used his staff for support and hauled himself to his feet. Stratus rose onto his haunches and set one taloned forepaw lightly on Sais shoulder. "If Stratus lends me some more energy together we might be able to cast one or even two significant spells, but that'll be putting us dangerously close to no remaining energy at all. If and when you join in we'll be watching, if you feel you need some support just call to us, we'll be ready."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:42 pm
Kin stood as well and cracked each finger in his hands and then his neck and toes. "He is powerful but is must be pretty stupid to attack a group of four combatants." Kin said and he gave the man a glare with his golden eyes of hatred.
(( Sorry, sort of waiting to see what Vilya is going to do. >.>))
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 7:25 pm
((I'm here!))
Vilya brought her sword up just in time, using the flat of the blade as a shield. She was saved any injury but was thrown back a good ways. She stumbled but remained on her feet, turning her falter into a spin and coming back like lightning.
Came Tura's deadpan tone.
Vilya ducked at the last minute, rushing past her opponent and behind him. She twisted, coming up and bringing one of her blades at her opponent's neck, the other swung around to his arm. She grinned at Tura, who rolled her eyes.
Each attack she made was meant to hold his movements, a 'checkmate' move her grandfather had told her, that would stop an enemy but not take his life.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 7:34 pm
(I'm a little confused with your post, it seems like you blocked an attack then dodged one...but I only did one attack, the later was simply describing it. Also what sword did you use the block with as you were in mid attack with the one and its hard to believe, especially in a weakend state, that you would be able to stop your attack fast enough to have it as a shield. Sorry if I sound like I'm complaining or picky, I just need to understand so I can post back as I need.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 7:40 pm
((Okay, *Takes a deep breath* I blocked with the sword that was at your char's throat, because it seemed like that would take as much time as him getting up from lying on his back (And she would see him move right?). The second is Vilya's actual attack, she didn't dodge but ran past him anyways to attack from a point he cannot see. One point further, it is not Vilya who is in a weakened state but Tura. The group just thinks it is Vilya ^^ Better?))
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 7:53 pm
(Okay my turn)
Cunning... He thought to himself, but watched as she ran past, seeing the blades movement from the beginning, he pushed off the ground that he was swiveling on, sending himself darting towards the ground his back sliding across the earth as the blades would miss their targets, she would have to make a new attack on him now, and it would be important for him to move quickly. Looking to his left, he saw the shinning little object next to him. The ring, hmm... Turning onto his side, he snatched it up with his right and quickly got up. Throwing the ring swiftly to Fenrir, who caught it with his mouth. He stood before her, taking a few steps back, his footsteps seemingly uneasy, he hiccuped as he almost fell backwards, stopping his movement, stumbling forwards, then side to side. "Ish tha' all ye go'?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 8:04 pm
((...Vilya threw the ring back to Tura...but I like this turn better, lets go with it then.))
Vilya seemed completely passive about the ring falling into the stranger's hands.
"Like I'd waste my best on the likes of you." She shot back simply. With that she sheathed her swords. "It's finished, I see no point in continuing. At this rate I'll run you into the ground and never get to see your true potential."
She turned back to the fire.
((Is your char actually drunk? (I don't think alcohol goes to your head that quickly).))
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 8:15 pm
(Wow...I totally remembered it differently, my bad, but you the boss wink and we'll go with it. Also he isn't actually drunk, its a fighting style called drunken fist refering to his movements, the speach is just a little act. Usually it gets the opponenet to drop their guard slighlty.)
His stance straightened, and he stood firm. "You don't want to see my true potential." He smirked behind the mask and looked to the fire, not feeling to make friends he began to walk towards Fenrir. Coincidentally it would bring him to walk past Vilya, his hand tracing across her lower back as he walked. Then upon reaching Fenrir, he jumped up on his back.
<...I know.>
"You'll all be seeing me again...soon." Looking to Vilya, he winked slightly at her and then Fenrir and him moved into the darkness that was the woods, disappearing. Raidek would set up a small camp for him and Fenrir, far enough away not to be noticed, but close enough to track them. With that he called it a night, and layed back on the cool grass. Sleeping as Fenrir kept watch.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 8:35 pm
Vilya stood motionless until the moment he passed her. She caught his hand before it reached her ((I don't think so)) knowing full well she could break every finger in her grasp but choosing not to. She let him go, turning with an expression of the utmost dislike as he mounted the great wolf.
"I won't be so friendly next time."
((awesome fight ^^, and now I must go.))
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