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 Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 7:51 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:57 am
 "I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"Roen told her to shut up, and Arian briefly considered throwing HIM a barb-but she supposed it probably was best TO shut up, for now. Still-she hated that God damned woman, and she didn't like the thing that had showed up, and she was tense and hurt and angry.
She blamed Snow, and then was angry for not WATCHING Snow. This whole tournament was just...
Stupid Charlie.
The thing's eyes had moved to her, and Arian felt her heart speed up, a new shot of adrenaline through her veins. Adrenaline Arian couldn't do a hell of a lot with, unwilling to attack Corbin first. Surely, Roen wouldn't bow down to a God damned enemy. And surely, he wouldn't have someone ELSE kill her-not when she was this injured, not when she was this tired, an easy mark for damned near anybody.
But she didn't like this thing. It made her tense and edgy-afraid. Arian didn't do fear. Dammit-she didn't. She had no idea what the ******** he said. Her face remained the same, vibrantly colored blues suspicious, angry even--but tired. She was gripping the sword so tightly her hand ached. Arian made herself change her hold, the sword now pointed downwards at her side, watching him take his step forward. She backed off a step, belatedly working to translate what he said-when he bent slightly to grab Snow's hair.
Arian damn near attacked him then, expecting an attempted throat slitting-but no, he advanced yet another step, said something else-and then she had a ******** THING on her left leg, the dusky, red undertoned brownish skin a criss crossing of fresh burns, matching her upper left arm. Pain, and then an odd numb feeling--along with that terrible feeling in her stomach of moving from one place-to another."I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:30 pm
"You are not a God yet, my beautiful one." Said the Devil as he watched Trinity rush towards him with all possible haste, Roen himself stepping back to where Corbin and the rest had vanished from to lean down and grab Snow's katana. Though not a fan of Asian weaponry, he did know when it was wise to arm himself for battle. And with Nanatsunaya, the Death Throe, and the World Splitter all in well-deserved retirement, he had slim pickings.
Righting himself up and to his full and modest stature, the Devil would manipulate the length of his tail out of the way as he flourished the katana with a negligent flick of the wrist, feet shifting appropriately for good measure so that he might face Trinity face-to-face. He was no samurai; but it didn't take an expert to see how to hurt someone with a sharpened metal rod.
So as Trinity rushed in and aimed a cleaving stroke from her right side and into Roen's left shoulder, the Devil would twist his torso to the left and step into Trinity's left flank with his leading right foot while raising his left arm up. The effect would be Roen taking the entirety of his torso out of the hurt-zone of Trinity's weapon while simultaneously stepping right beside her exposed left flank, where it would have been entirely too to get a counter-attack in, perhaps ending the battle right then and there.
But she was kinda hot. Deep-set garnet eyes would travel down to the cleft of Trinity's rear, the Darkened Devil obviously objectifying the fiery woman. Stepping back and away from her, he would favor the aspiring Goddess with a charmingly deceptive smile. "You know," he would say as he lowered his upraised katana into a guard. "You've got a nice a**." Dare he say more? Not when there was a good chance of Trinity attempting to molest his form with sharpened metal once again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:55 pm
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