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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:28 pm
Misty nervously looked at her opponent. She had picked a meadowy tereign (Spelled wrong I know) as she wanted someplace simple with few obstacles. The wind picked up and blew through her sunflower colored hair. This was a teaching fight and nothing more although, knowing this did not calm her nervouness. She was clumsy and not very skilled. She wondered if thats why she was nervous...or was it just the fact that she was going up against someone she didn't know. She had discarded her leather coat, her black leather pants clung tightly to her like a second skin but still allowed her to move freely. She held her double bladed sword with a death-like grip. She nervously awaiting her opponents first move...or first words.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 9:33 pm
((Hmm...actually...Kirby, I think.))
Kirby was crouched in a militaristic fashion, his eyes locked on Misty as he fiddled with the blue crowbar he held in his hands, the hooked end stained with blood. Short red hair that was actually short enough to visibly see his scalp. He seemed to be decked out for full urban combat, several grenades strapped about his person with a combat knife in his boot, two sidearms in holsteres at his side and an assault rifle slung over his back.
His greyish blue eyes seemed to narrow on her as he slowly stood and took a pace or two forward to extend a hand, apparently a sporting handshake beforehand. this concept was reinforced by a softening of his features to something less than frightful, and even a smile, perhaps a smirk, "Combat training, nothing more. As such, I wish you luck, young lady."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 7:15 pm
Misty's nerves were calmed only slightly by the almost smile. His outward appearance, although, made her even more nervous. She eyed all the weaponry on his person and wondered if he'd be using any of it. She hoped not to any god that was in heaven. He could probably sense her feelings as her small hand shoke his larger one. "...I'm going to need more than luck with my skill...but that's what I'm doing this for." the corners of her mouth twitched into a nervous half-smile.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 7:55 pm
And thus her first mistake was made. He grasped her hand tightly, perhaps even enough to break the bones of more frail people. This, however, wasn't the worst of it. The other hand that still held the crowbar came up and brought it down on her forearm, still holding her hand in a deathgrip. This grip, however, would be released as a great boot came up to kick her away.
((You almost never want to shake hands with your opponent unless you write in something into the accepting post that signals that you are ready for such action, such as keeping an eyes on the crowbar or something. The action here was signified by the smirk, most people don't smirk when shaking hands.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:24 pm
Torment And thus her first mistake was made. He grasped her hand tightly, perhaps even enough to break the bones of more frail people. This, however, wasn't the worst of it. The other hand that still held the crowbar came up and brought it down on her forearm, still holding her hand in a deathgrip. This grip, however, would be released as a great boot came up to kick her away. ((You almost never want to shake hands with your opponent unless you write in something into the accepting post that signals that you are ready for such action, such as keeping an eyes on the crowbar or something. The action here was signified by the smirk, most people don't smirk when shaking hands.)) ((I know my boyfriend already warned me...but I'm playing the part of Misty and misty is naieve. Not to mention I'm learning from this...I'm not here to win. I'm not aiming to win not in this fight anyways wink heart )) Misty made an odd squealing noise as she was kicked out of the way. As she was kicked she made a clumsy attempt of swinging her double bladed sword at the leg of the foot that kicked her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 2:08 am
((While the character might be naive, it is within the realm of common sense that if someone extends a handshake with a smirk with a crowbar in one hand that their intentions may not be noble. But meh, whatever. I'd also like to note that in every post you should respond to every last bit in the opponent's post that pertains to your character. Even though there may have been very little your character could have done against the crowbar to the forearm, your lack of reply basically gives me the opportunity to determine how the arm fared from the attack. (as seen in the italicised bit.) Also, give as much description behind your attacks as you can. It is generally a good idea to post the direction from where to where the attack is being made. Such as "a diagonal slash from her right down to her left" or "a horizontal swing from her left to her right." These are very basic, but help alot, and detract from what your opponent can decide for you.))
((Also, while its on my mind, double bladed in the terms of two edges on the same piece of steel, or a hilt with blades on both ends? The term can apply both ways. >.>))
The blade licked his skin, slicing his pants open in a diagonal slash that left a gash in his leg, causing pain to flare up it as he placed his weight back upon it. He took a limping step back as blood began to fill his boot, "You b***h. I liked these pants." He took satisfaction in knowing the b***h's right arm was shattered just above the wrist, but ********, he liked these pants. The hand he has extended, his right, reached over to pull a 9mm from its holster. At first it had seemed to be an extension of peace, but he extended it this time, it carried and instrument of death. Two shots rang out as he sought to disable her right leg several times over compared to how she had injured his own, one bullet aimed for her thigh and the other for her shin.
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