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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 9:48 am
"Whoa, there! Not quite done yet!"
Mekryd lightly touches the ivy which he had dropped, and the vines sprout to life once more.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:20 am
Laiyre quickly finishes freeing her sword, and then sets to work at fighting the vines with both blades, trying to get closer to her opponent.
Hack, slash, dodge. Repeat.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:24 am
"Plants... most useful for giving afflictions, not for brute stopping power..."
Mekryd takes his bokuken out once more, and stabs at the ground with it. A pillar of rock shoots from the ground underneath his opponent, retracting back downward as he pulls the wooden sword out.
Mekryd steps back a little, ivy still in hand, and looks a the tip of his bokuken. "Hrm... rather blunting to the edge..."
As if wooden swords ever needed an edge.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 1:34 pm
This is getting rather irritating, Laiyre decides as she gets to her feet. After ascertaining that nothing vital is broken, bent, or otherwise harmed, she resumes her rush at Mekryd.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 1:56 pm
"Why do they always go for the suicide rush?"
Mekryd makes a pulling motion with the ivy, and the irritating vies move between him and Laiyre once more.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:12 pm
"If I could just get one good move in..." she mutters, hacking vines.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:15 pm
A slight smile appears on Mekryd's face. "That's why I'm not letting you get your move in!"
Mekryd takes his last acorn out of his pocket, and once again forms a gauntlet on his right hand.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:47 pm
She continues slicing the plants, trying to get close enoguh to do something. Any power that Laiyre has over her element is pretty much restricted to the smithy...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:49 pm
"Hrm... it'd be rather mean spirited to tie you up with poison ivy..."
Mekryd plucks a dandelion from the ground, and blows the seeds. A groupd of dandelions, abnormally large and numerous begin to grow around Laiyre.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 3:35 pm
She growls in frustration and pushes their stems away, and sends all her effort into running at Mekryd, faster than the ivy can tangle her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 3:39 pm
"Hey, there... Sharp things are bad..."
Mekryd makes another pulling motion, and the large dandelions begin move to wrap around Laiyre's wrists.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 7:59 pm
All right, for the small time that I will be online tonight, I'm willing to start a battle. I'll just be using a boken because this is just a sparring ground. I also probably need the practice. I haven't RPed a fight to a finish, and I'm not too sure how well I'd do.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 8:08 pm
Spera smiles and pulls out her staff.
"Wanna play love?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 8:11 pm
"Of course, mi amor."
Libram slightly spreads his feet and sets the boken out in front of him. It sits vertically and slightly inclined toward Spera.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 8:15 pm
Spera grins, and bending her knees slightly while widening her stance she places her staff vertically across her body the high side over her left shoulder.
"Any saftey rules before we begin, or are we just going to see how this goes?"
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