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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:51 pm
  Demetri xxxxx knew Lexa would dodge his sword just before it cut into her leg. He jumped back just as she did. Demetri dodged wildly as Lexa swiped across where his face should have been. He could feel the pain from the cut on his chest making him tired, but he was far to energized by sparring to dwell too much on it. Demetri sprinted foreward, swinging both swords in opposite directions toward Lexa, just not toward anything vital, willing his arms to be prepared to defend.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:02 pm
 ℓєχα мαяιє ѕιмѕ .:↘↘∂αυgнтєя σƒ zєυѕ↙↙:. ╔═════════════════════════════╗
Lexa felt one of his swords graze her shoulder,sending a shot of pain up her spine and down it. She clenched her hands on her sword and lunged,her eyes full of hate and fury. No. He did not just get an attack it. He NEVER had before. She struck his leg,leaping back as soon as she heard the sound of silver hitting bone. She was seething,the air healing the wound on her shoulder. Then she realized what she had done. Oh no. ╚══════════════════════════════╝ ωнαт ι'м ωєαяιηg↘↘ [x] ωнαт ι'м ℓιѕтєηιηg тσ↘↘ [x]
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:10 pm
Demetri xxxxx felt his swords swipe across Lexa's shoulders. He was just turn back around to defend himself when Lexa shot foreward with more speed than Demetri would have believd. Then all Demetri could comprehend was the bloody silver sword in Lexa's hand, and the unbelievable pain in his left leg. If the silver sword had been draining his energy before, it was nothing to this. Demetri bit down hardon his lip, he would not cry out. He dropped his left sword altogether but used the right as a cane to keep himself up. "Man I really did get rusty didn't I?" he mumbled before falling to his knees.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:13 pm
ℓєχα мαяιє ѕιмѕ .:↘↘∂αυgнтєя σƒ zєυѕ↙↙:. ╔═════════════════════════════╗
Lexa ran forward,throwing her sword into the dirt. She held Demetri up,trying to keep her cool. How could she have done this to her best friend? "No,not really. I was just....a little mad. You managed to land a strike,which is the first time you've ever managed." She hugged him on the side,leaning his body against her side,holding him steady. He looked tired and blood was freely flowing. She had to get him to the infirmary. It wouldn't help if he passed out. Which would probably happen soon. ╚══════════════════════════════╝ ωнαт ι'м ωєαяιηg↘↘ [x] ωнαт ι'м ℓιѕтєηιηg тσ↘↘ [x]
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:19 pm
Demetri xxxxx winced as Lexa helped him up. He tried to put more weight on his own feet, not feeling right allowing Lexa to basicly hold him up but Demetri's wounded leg couldn't handle it. "Right. Now I feel accomplished; I've finally cut you and I've received my battle scar. Yeah...We should probably get the arena before I completely black out..." Demetri limped foreward with Lexa's aid, just trying to make ti to the infermery.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:23 pm
ℓєχα мαяιє ѕιмѕ .:↘↘∂αυgнтєя σƒ zєυѕ↙↙:. ╔═════════════════════════════╗
Lexa pulled Demetri forward gently,piking his swords up with a wave of her hand. She left her own the dirt of the arena. Gently changing it back into the fine silver chain,she slipped it over Demetri's neck. She felt terrible. She led him carefully out of the arena and towards the infirmary. What kind of friend was she?
[Post first in the infirmary] ╚══════════════════════════════╝ ωнαт ι'м ωєαяιηg↘↘ [x] ωнαт ι'м ℓιѕтєηιηg тσ↘↘ [x]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:43 pm
   Anthony Evans
Ant entered the Arena, a Monster in his hand, and iPod in the other. He set the two down and looked at the training dummies. He brushed his collar-length black hair out of his brown eyes and looked at his silver ring, and started to rub it. Then, throwing it into the air, he caught it as a sword, and brought down a vicious cut, making a clean cut through the dummy. A goofy grin spread across his face, and he tried to repeat the process with every dummy, but every once in a while, the sword would come out too early, or get snagged on the armor, etc.
About a half hour after practing, Ant grabbed a towel, wiping his face off, and sat down and started drinking his Monster. He turned on his iPod and listened to the radio, every now and then drinking out of the black can.
"Mhmmm....Monster...Music....Madness...Follow my three M's and life will be good for you."
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