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Water balls crashed into Surion as he smiled while stumbling back. "You will get your blood friends...You will..." He mumbled as his daggers could not be helped but noticed after almost glowing like fire. As Snow's sword slashed at his stomach Surion smiled again. She was putting up a fight. The pain was hurting him intensly though, and he stumbled around. He regained himself then dashed at her, slashing intently at her, not stopping to see the oucome. After a chaotic volley of sword play he dashed back to safety, a few feet away. He looked at his bloody coat and pant. He panted as drops of blood came off himself. He was just starting. He seemed to only think of one thing: Defeat her at all costs. He was ready to do anything to win. He knew not to kill her though, or take off any limbs for that matter. He looked at her, she (you may add what Snow is thinking now.))

((Ok, but your posts are being cut short, make sure you preview your post before posting it. I say six lines in the posting box is enough. Mabye five.))

Surion came back to reality. He smiled as she took him almost in an embrace, only one difference: He had adagger to his neck and could be killed any moment. "You really are my type arn't you." He said. Surion knew how to defeat this type of hold, what do you think he learned for five years? Surion sheathed one dagger. He put his free hand on snows waist. "So Snow... You want to know?" He said softly, whispering. Surion dashed out of her grip, up into the air. He clenched his teeth, he was about to do a move that was almost amazing if anyone could do it. He took all his energy to do a second dash to the ceiling. Doing a second dash in mid-air was amazing in assassination. He had to use water vapor in the air to push up. As he reached the ceiling a single dagger clung him to it. His free hand and his body dangaling. "Thats what I do..." He panted. All this dashing was tireing him out. He had not much time untill he collapsed from his dashing. He was already weary from it. He knew not how much he could take.

Jeg was watching the fight so intently that he almost missed the comment Razzer made to him." Oh sorry. Hm a spar after them? sure that works for me. I could go for stretching my muscles some." He returned his attention to the fight at hand. Both seemed to be bloodying themselves up quite a bit. That stealth technique of hers was quite impressive, but that was to be expected of an elf. Then there was that mid-air dash. The people here did indeed have impresive skills it seemed.

Snow held her sword up, trying to stop Surion's blows as much as possibe, feeling new wounds on her body. She gasped slightly and felt only a single tear roll down her cheek as she stared at him intently. She heard the sound of metal on metal as Surion continued throwing attacks at Snow. Snow muttered a few words under her breath and dissappeared again, running away from Surion's continuous attacks. She panted softly, staring at Surion again. She reappeared, ready to continue.

Jeg sighed and shook his head. Both fighters seemed to be about at their limits. He was blinded by emotions, mainly of rage. This ment that he was nothing more then a boy running with sharp pieces of metal, not a trained fighter. The elf seemed to be wearing out. Not often you saw this of an elf. He must have gotten in better hits then it looked, but with all that speed it would be supprising if he didn't get at least afew good blows. Jeg stroked his chin some as he thought about the fight. If things continued as they appeared to be headed; the victory would probbly go to the elf if she could land a good blow or 2 on him. And with his defences practicly gone that shouldn't be to hard.