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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 11:20 am
Anatoly was breathing a little heavily but totally smoothly; he had maintained his fitness and endurance even as a teacher. "That damn Knight... has a weakness... and I... am going to find it...." Anatoly answered.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 12:03 pm
"I'm sure you will."
Bitong said, laughing.
"But maybe not now. How has he done Stark? It seems to me that he's a good fighter."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 12:30 pm
Anatoly glanced at Bitong and shifted back a step, raising his stance a little. He still wasn't going off-guard.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 1:05 pm
"So you still don't trust me?"
Bitong said, slightly tilting his head to the side with a smile.
"Good. I would usually say your acting paranoid, but its true.
Paranoia will keep you alive."
Bitong turned to look at Stark.
"Do you mind if I try a battle against the Rookie?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 1:31 pm
Anatoly glanced between the two of them and backed away from both, putting the LOoD in a reverse grip.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:54 pm
Bitong smile as he leaned forward, not waiting for a response from Stark, and slid his fingers over the level 2 Ice mysticker he had on his chest.
Using only a small output of power, Bitong formed and maintained two spikes on his elbows, and a pointed helmet that sat over his forehead.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 4:50 pm
Anatoly went into his lowered stance again and shuffled perpendicular to Bitong, trying to get Stark between Bitong and himself.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:12 pm
Bitong realized what Anatoly was trying to do, and decided a quick rush would do the trick. Keeping his head down so that the point of his icy head gear was facing Anatoly, Bitong ran at the man to prevent Stark from getting in the way.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:21 pm
Anatoly waited and, as Bitong charged in, grabbed Bitong's head at the base of the spike and threw him down at the floor.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:13 pm
Anatoly had only a brief moment of intuition that cause him to skip to one side as Stark's sword bit through his shirt, nipping his skin ever so slightly just above his hip bone.
Carrying forward, Stark stepped once more and slammed his shield into the off-balance Bitong from the side, sending him sprawling.
"No one said this fight was closed," he said with a grin and he spun and slashed at Anatoly again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:27 pm
Anatoly threw himself backwards, rolling up over his shoulder into a standing position, reorienting himself and determining where his two opponents were.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:39 pm
Stark didn't give him the chance to make a counterattack, pressing his disorientation and using the bulk of his armor to give him a position close in to Anatoly, who had no immediate way to damage Stark at such a close range with the LOoD held backhand.
Stark's hand went down to grab the wrist holding the LOoD, the sword held behind him. The downside of his tactic was that he was too close to use the sword effectively.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:47 pm
Anatoly went in towards Stark as well, dropping low and using Stark's grip against him by throwing him, with his other hand around Stark's waist in case he released the hand.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:54 pm
Anatoly's throw attempt was stumped by one fact: Stark's mass had increased by about three times since he had last been thrown. Instead of being thrown, Stark was sent stumbling, trying to regain his balance.
This was accomplished by him banishing the armor for a split second, so that his mass decreased, allowing him to gain his footing before the armor reappeared and he turned.
"Not bad," he said, charging with his shield.
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