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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 10:36 am
JJax stands in the corner of the room...waiting for a challenge...and watching the battle with much interest...
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 1:39 pm
"All right, enough of these games. I'm ready for a serious battle. Spera, don't you dare accept this challenge."
Libram once again approaches the altered warehouse with his boken.
"I need to know if I can actually fight or not."
((Actually, I won't be staying around. But I'll be back later tonight.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 8:39 am
"Finally, the opponent I am looking for"
JJax walks up to Libram.
"I will accept your challenge, if you are willing, and what is your policy on edged weapons? I merely want to know because my preffered weapon is a b*****d sword. But if you would prefer blunt weapons I am fine with that also."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 8:59 am
"I have no problem with that. But if you're going to use a b*****d sword, this thing won't help at all."
Libram chucks the boken behind him and closes his eyes for a second.
"I'm going to borrow a power from another incarnation of myself. I won't use it during the duel."
A small wormhole opens, and a large Chinese glaive suddenly falls out and lands blade first into the ground. It looks rather heavy, but Libram picks it up with ease.
"That reminds me, will we be using powers, or will this be just a standard weapon match?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:02 am
"I am gifted in the wind battle-magic...i would like to test my might against a similarly gifted battle-adept...so magic is ok with me"
JJax draws his b*****d sword and his eyes glow a faint shade of green...a sign that he might just be charging for a wind-based attack...
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:05 am
"Very well."
The surrounding river begins to rumble, as if the water it contained were being called into battle. Libram grips his glaive and spreads both his feet and hands apart. He's preparing for JJax to make the first move.
((Hey, I'm going to be getting ready for work. I may be able to stay for a couple minutes.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:13 am
Spera melodramatically sniffled.
"Libram doesn't want to play with me anymore. sad "
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 1:29 pm
Mekryd mutters about sharp objects for a moment, and touches a sapling the ground next to him. It begins to grow unnaturally, and form a springy protective barrier.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 2:55 pm
Laiyre watches with an air of curiosity. "What're you doing that for?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 3:00 pm
"Glaives, huge swords... yeah. I like this little barrier." says Mekryd.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 3:10 pm
She raises an eyebrow. "I think they'd know enough about fighting not to accidentally slice you in half."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 5:49 am
JJax Charges toward his opponent, his eyes still glowing a strong green. About 7 feet before he collides with Libram, his eyes seem to flash and a small whirlwind lifts JJax high off the ground, he begins to fall as he raises his sword to come down in a strong overhead slash.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 6:46 am
"I knew this would come in handy."
Libram quickly swings with his glaive. JJax is currently airborne, which means that he's a rather open target. The glaive has far superior range than the sword, so Libram is pretty safe in taking a massive swing. While he's doing this, he wears a slight grin. It's as if he knows something.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 6:58 am
JJax sees the swing approaching, and another gust of wind blows him to the right, (libram's left) and he lands on the ground, he then charges while Libram is open from his massive attack.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 7:02 am
"I knew it, kekeke..."
As JJax approaches at Libram's exposed back, Libram just calmly shifts his grip to his left hand and loosens his right. He then uses the right to fix his aim before throwing the end of the glaive's handle straight into the incoming attacker.
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