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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:49 pm
Yelping out as the elf latched to her waist, she held firmly to her whip and gritted her teeth as they fell. Her whip was still tightly wound to the branch, but with all the added weight, a cracking noise emitted from the wood. her eyes widened as she heard this. Wriggling about and occasionally trying to hit the elf in the face, probably missing in the panic of the moment. Reaching up and grasping the whip with her other hand, Asherah attempted to hold on a bit long, that is if the branch--
"s**t!" She yelled out as the very thing she was hanging from broke.
Grabbing the elf by the hair, she managed to rip herself free from his grasp, but fell to the ground hard, the branch falling right near her. After a bit, she coughed and slowly rose to her feet. But there was something a bit off. She dislocated her arm. Running over her left shoulder, she shoved at it, and with a spine tingling crunch, Asherah snapped it into place. Shakily holding up her hand, she curled her fingers. 'Can't use this thing much anymore...'
-By the way dear. My italics mean I'm thinking, ye can't hear it. Just for future reference^^-
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 4:28 pm
*Xenin was glad he had not guessed Asherah's location wrongly. Xenin didint even mind that she was punching him in the face every now and then. But when she managed to separate herself from the elf, Xenin knew he was in trouble. In his original plan, Asherah took the full hit in the ground, without her underneath him, Xenin would be in serious pain if he did not change his angle. With no time to think, Xenin hid his daggers in their shieths (sp?) and decided to sacrifice his right arm for his body sake. His right arm was not like the rest of his body...it was prosthetic. He had gained this porsthetic extremity when Cerebus (Maximos'friend) had bitten his old one off. As He fell Xenin angled himself in such a way that his face was facing the ground, but it was ptotected by his right arm, and the rest of his body was sideways. As soon as he carshed on his right arm Xenin rolled...several times more than he intended to...this caused him to also crash into another tree. Luckily for the elf his right arm took that hit as well. Xenin got up slowly and he looked at his right arm. It had to big dents one in its upper part near the shoulder and the other lower and closer to the wrist where it had cloided with the tree. His hand was not useless he could still use it somehwhat in hand to hand combat. But it could no longer hold weapons...which meant he was in trouble.*
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 4:52 pm
Retrieving her whip once again, Asherah cracked it and let out a cool breath of air. She wouldn't lose her cool, after all, it was just a spar right? A brief smile graced her face as she giggled. She was tough, but she wasn't heartless.
"You okay?" She said as she flicked the whip about, then slipped back into a defensive stance. Asherah wasn't going to give up now.
-It's Sheath..^^-
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 5:12 pm
*Xenin raised his eyebrows in amusement, this woman had actually asked him if he was okay...during a spar. In all of Xenin's life he had never once seen anyone who engages a stranger in the woods in a "spar" using weapons, breaking limbs, etc. and then asks if his/her opponent is okay. The elf guessed there was more to this tiny woman than her playful self let on.*
Never better...same's not to be said about my arm though...
*said Xenin with a grin as he moved his arm around and pretended it was more useless than it was. That grin faded from his face, and the elf began to think once again about his next attack. Now it was obvius that Asherah had a long range weapon...which gave her a certain advantage. On top of that he could only hold one dagger at a time, so this would be tough.
Xenin quietly unsheathed a small dagger and locked eyes with his opponent. He ran in zig zags at her, using his elven quickness to go so fast he seemed like a blurr. Out of this blurr flew that same small dagger Xenin had held, aimed at Asherah's leg. But this was merely a feint attack, his real attack was aimed at her whip, as soon as he reached her (if he did) Xenin would attempt to slash off the whip from its handle with his extra sharp black long knife. If this worked he would have then eliminated Asherah's long range advantage*
(( btw my first language is spanish not english xd ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 5:32 pm
Raising her whips handle as a guard, his sword would meet a strong resistance, for the material of the whip was made of dragons hide. But her pride would be short lived. She didn't see the dagger until alas it was stuck in her leg.
"You aren't cutting through this honey," she fended him off with a strong push, then winced.
With a grunt, she managed to rip the dagger out of her leg, leaving a sizable gash. It hurt, a lot. She also put too much pressure on her hurt shoulder, but Asherah shrugged that part off off. It was nothing compared to childbirth. Raising her whip in the air, she attempted to lash it at him, and hit him in the neck.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 5:49 pm
*Due to the fact that Xenin was still swinging at the whip, the elf had no time to move out of harms way, all he could do was take it. And take it he did. Xenin had been whipped before in his life...but this whip was different, it was hard, it felt like someone pelting an elastic rock at you. The elf was glad he had been sideways when he got hit, because if he hadnt been that blow could have crushed his windpipe. Stil blood gushed from his neck, as he quickly turned to meet his opponent, before she could recoil the whip he sprang at her, swinging his limp prosthetic (metal) right arm straigh at her face. Right behind it came his long knife, aimed to would her whip with a stab at the shoulder*
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 6:07 pm
Dropping her whip to catch his arm, Asherah's mouth opened in a silent scream. The sword tore right through her flesh, like a hot knife through butter. Her whole body shuttered with pain, but she kept fighting. Seeing where her whip hit his neck, her eyes locked on it. This was going to be a rough shot.
Throwing her metal arm away from her, she crouched to her haunches and pounced on him, hitting the ground hard. She attempted to pin him to the ground. Her hands on his, her feet holding his legs. Panting from the pain, she snarled, revealing her fangs. Asherah then did the most primal attack she could. Turning her head to the side, her jaw snapped open as she quickly leaned down. She tried to bite his neck.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 6:15 pm
*Xenin knew she would counter attack quickly, so as he stabbed her with his knife he made a councius effort to retireve it as quick as possible. This action threw him off balance, he fell down and she had him pinned. It would have been a good position to have been in if it hadnt been for the fact that she was about to bite him, seeing as how she had both hands on his own and her short legs entangled with his, Xenin knew that he had top use his head...literraly. As she came in for the bite , Xenin also turned his head to the side, the otherside of his neck that was unbitten, when she came in to bite him he moved his head towards her jaw as hard as he could. The elf knew there was a strong chance she would just dodge this and bite the other side of his neck...but it was the best course of action.*
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 6:27 pm
Getting fully smashed in her jaw, she hesitated for a moment. Diggin gher nails into his arms, she once again motioned to bite his neck. And this time, she'd succeed. Sinking her fangs into his neck, small puddles of blood pooled around each tooth.
"Say mercy..." She slurred as best as she could seeing as her mouth was preoccupied. Her fangs sunk deeper.
"Say it!" She spat.
The taste of blood in her mouth made her bite into him further, she wasn't a vampire, but just as any being. There were a few weaknesses.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 6:43 pm
*Xenin grunted as Asherah beat deaper and deaper into his neck. The extra bloodloss did him no good.And as his life liquid drifted away, Xenin knew he had one last trick up his sleave. His prosthetic arm had embedded in it spikes, as a self defense mechanism. Xenin had saved this for last, as he struggled to keep focused on his goal, the elf gave the mental command from right arm to shoot out spikes all over it. These spikes were 2 inches tall each ( and were all over the arm), hopefully this would make the woman lessen her grip on his arms, giving him enough time to make one last desperate attack with his left arm, aimed straigh st her alredy stricken jaw. Xenin would attempt to hit her with all of his might hopefully that would set him free from that horrid bite*
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 7:19 pm
As the spikes pierced through her hands, she clenched her eyes shut. This way, she couldn't see his fist flying straight for her jaw. And because of this, she was nailed in the jaw once more. But she didn't let go, in fact she bit deeper into his flesh. Asherah let out a muffled whimper as small tears formed and spilled out over her cheeks.
Maybe this wasn't worse than childbirth....
Naw.
"S-say mercy.." She whimpered out once more, she couldn't take any more pain. This had to end now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 7:25 pm
((damn it! fine...))
*Seeing as how he was bleeding heavily out of his neck, and that if he didint give up he would soon lose conciusness...Xenin decided to do the most logical thing*
Mer-cy
*he said with some effort, the elf really didint like the idea of loosing to this woman, but he had no choice, it was wither give up and swallow his pride or die. Because the only difference oin between a spar and a real fight is that in a spar you have to give your opponent a choice before killing him/her.*
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 7:31 pm
Slowly pulling her fangs from his neck, long tendrils of saliva snapped from her jaw. Ripping her hands from the spikes and rolling off of him, Asherah managed to stand up, and offer her hand to him. Even though it was all bloody.
"I have something for the bite," she whispered a bit, partly because she was out of breath, "it'll heal it right up."
Her offer stood.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 7:42 pm
*Xenin looked her over for a bit, she was bloodied and she looked like she should barely stand...maybe he shodunt have given up...and then he remembered his neck was still bleeding.Without saying a word he used his left hand to grasp on to hers as best he could and finnaly stood up. As soon as he stood he covered the bite with his left hand*
What is this something?
*he asked with genuine interest...and then more questions ocured to him*
and how can you still move your arms and hands if I stabbed your ligaments several times? nevermind that what the hell are you?
*Xenin knew he once again was overwhelming someone else with a barrage of questions, but he didint regret it. He had done everything, he had stabbed her in places that should have left her without the use of her arms, and yet there she stood victorous...she just didint get it. if he ever met this woman again he would not hold back the one thing he did hold back...his poisons for his daggers*
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 7:55 pm
"I'm Troika. We heal fast, still hurts like hell though. And we don't necessarily have tendons and ligaments in the same places as others. Now move your hand."
Shaking her blood off her hand, she reached to her hip, were there was a small, flat velvet pouch. A she opened it, she stuck her fingers in and pinched a small bit of powder.
"It'll sting a bit, but put this on it. You can trust me." Putting the bit of powder on his neck, a fizzle could be heard as it began to work it's magic. A thin layer of film covered his wound, slowing the blood flow and easing the eventually.
"It should take about an hour for it to completely heal..."
Turning to a tree, she slumped up against it and let out a long sigh.
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