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 Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:48 pm
It was getting clear to the exorcist that his opponent was growing tired. Though he had been quite decidedly losing this duel for quite some time, he had no desire to fight Emma as her skills were atrophying. He kept his smallsword to his side (as he did not have a scabbard) and politely helped Emma to her feet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:53 pm
She nodded in thanks, delicately touching the area around the wound in her side. It was deep, and enough of a concern that it showed upon her features. Emma staggered a little upon becoming vertical once more, putting some of her weight onto Nathaniel to avoid losing the vestiges of her dignity.
The enchantress was breathing heavily as she curtsied, acknowledging her defeat.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:57 pm
He supported the enchantress's weight without question, but the curtsy she had given in recognition of her defeat he regarded quizzically. He shook his head to her, refusing to acknowledge a definite winner or loser. As he had intended to duel Emma to keep his skills sharp and learn new ones, he had no intentions of recognizing his victory. He did, however, intend to give Emma a cup of water, which he promptly followed through with as Emma took a seat on one of the remaining intact pews in the cathedral. Freshwater; no blessing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 7:03 pm
She accepted it with a nod of thanks, relishing the coolness of the water and the lack of any prayers said over it.
The wound at her side stung with agony, bringing her attention back to it. She reached down, a spell at her fingertips-
When a bright, silver-blue web of magic spread over the gash, closing it without pain. Emma smiled fondly.
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