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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 12:37 am
Though she shouldn't have been surprised by the arrival, she was. When Elle clinged to her, Elle clung right back, though her expression was one of shock and regret, instead of emphatic agony. Her hands pressed against Elle's, but her eyes stayed firmly focused on the new Lonan.
She was temporarily blinded by the rush of feathers that came up to protect Elle, and inadvertently protected her as well. She hopped onto her tiptoes to see over it, and the face that looked back at her was no longer smiling.
It was livid.
"What are you doing over there with them?" Lonan hissed, clearly upset at her current state and lack of action. "You were supposed to bring them back into the cave. What happened?"
Elle cringed at the words, realizing at once that she was now enemy of both sides, whether she liked it or not.
"Maybe.."
The new Lonan growled.
"Maybe we don't have to.."
He wasn't listening anymore. Lonan's eyelids fell to half, and he focused now on his counterpart. A counterpart who, he noticed with a smile, was already bleeding. The doppelganger bent into a similar stance, lifting his arm into position. It was this movement that took his attention away for a moment, when he saw blood trickle down his arm. He looked down at his own body, and swore at the scars that mimicked Lonan's perfectly.
"Just my luck. I would get the body that tears up all over." He looked absolutely livid with frustration - and his expressions didn't fit Lonan's face at all. Whoever was inside this body was nothing like the man who lived within the original.
It was almost worth not fighting for. Would he have to fight all three of them now? Had he truly been betrayed? He didn't think he stood a chance, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:50 pm
He was growing more infuriated at the double by the moment. Attacking Asra, belittling someone who was even supposed to be on his side. He was his double in appearances only. The snarl deepened and became a fierce rumble.
"Appearance you may have and a touch of red, but you're blinded by your own eyes."
That said the staff whistled through the air faster than most could follow. Draconayzia had taught him to only pull his strength when fighting friends and sparring and that principles were things your enemy used against you in a fight.
He'd make sure this one did not have a chance to use Elle or Asra, could not hurt them further.
Hands, feet and staff struck in precise blurs, aiming for vital points, aiming to cripple.
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