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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:53 pm
White sandy dunes. Barren besides scarce vermin level hollows that occassionally reside here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 7:41 am
 P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns
"Pull out your sword." Her words were absolute. However sudden this was, there was no room for questions. Not with her being the type to be unreasonable.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:16 pm
Cladeaux reached behind his back, and pulled out two chakrams the size of pumpkins, and held them by his side. "You're trying to test me...Knowing I wouldn't let another person treat me like this, and take my alcohol." He said as he banged them together. "Why me...? I think Devereaux, or Servantes deserve this punishment." He said as he started to twirl his chakrams around his fingers.
Training Post #1/85
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:38 pm
 
Goldie sat in the distance and looked on, she was intrigued by the spar that was happening between the Queen and Tres. She rolled in the sand for a moment and yawned, she wanted to see some action by the Queen herself. She stretched out and waited for the great display of power.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:59 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns "Why not?" Her words seemed to echo as if all was answered with so much clarity. In her mind, there was no proper form of punishment. Other than effective effort and success. And it was good that he held no qualms for raising his armory so easily upon her. She always guessed that behind every grovelling greeting, there were blades. No true loyalty. Even now it never bothered her. They all had uses. "Punishment? Maybe. Depending on your performance." From her holster she now held out her single sickle saber. The dim artificial light reflecting off the golden inscriptions. Then walked towards him with calm pace. The chicken saber in her right hand, hanging by her side. Her gaze leveled up, now with her chin tilting a little upwards for the man of tall stature. With her left that still held the bottle, she drank. Her half lidded eyes seeming to prompt at his nerves for drinking his stash. "I ought to do this more often. No one's stopping me. Right?" She seemed to say, teasing with an arch of her brow. Her vulpine grin revealing slight cuspids before it settled into her usual demeanor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:09 pm
Cladeaux twirled the Chakram around his middle finger, and steadily looked towards Casteava, more important, he was looking at his bottle, which he wanted to get back. He didn't like people stealing his stuff....mainly his alcohol. "I want that bottle back....with atleast some alcohol in it." He said as he sonidoed in a flash, and appear behind Casteava, with his chakram crossed, and ready to perform an execution type slash towards Cateava's torso.
Training Post #2/85
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:19 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns They were on par when it came to Sonido, it seemed. The bottle smashed into favorable segments and glittering liquid that sprayed from the impact of the attack. The waste of it spilling all over the white sands. The woman, however, appeared directly behind his eight o clock position. With her saber, thrusting it horizontally upward from an elevating maneuver. "Don't be so pathetic."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:34 pm
Cladeaux disappeared from the spot again, the chicken sickle managed to sever a few hairs from his fur mantle. He disappeared right in front of Castaeva this time, and used the chakram in his left hand as a knuckle, and threw a left cross towards Castaeva's head, while he slashed his right chakram towards Castaeva's gut horizontal.
Training Post #3/85
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:03 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns When she had extended her attack upwards it had left her open. The electrical synpases he emitted was detected, but reacting and responding to it was another story. Quickly, she twisted her grip and stabbed downward with the handle to seize the gut blow. Though it would grain in a lot of effort for her own strength. But the head blow was something she wasn't quite ready for. She took in a sharp intake of breath and bobbed her head low. A wisp of yellow energy was charging from her left pupil. Staring straight at her opponent was something useful at a time like this.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:49 pm
Cladeaux saw this spark, and remembered it, he knew he was gonna be toast unless he did something. "Ziel...Silber Strich." He said as he held his chakram across each other. His fingers had curved chakrams at his finger tips, and two chakrams parallel to his palms held their by an unseen force. His fur, extended to a mantle. He waved his hands, and formed a U-arrow that was pointing towards Castaeva, in regards to her oncoming attack. "Erwidern." He smirked as he waited for her attack.
Training Post #4/85
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 10:17 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns Her cero was shot. And apparently provoking him into his first release was just a matter of evaluation, for the male had already initiated it. Her eyes blinked, canceling her second cero as she then lunged forward with an outstretched fist. Her first cero already shattering her visors when she barely weaved her head in time. And shot forth several orange balas. She wondered how many he could redirect. "Sehr gut." She said, aware of a light trickle of blood tickling the side of her face. Just then, she sensed an abrasive level of spiritual energy. Her eyes narrowed. It wasn't the trace of any of her subordinates. Could it be? A new power rising in the west? While her thoughts continued, she chose not to stop the fight as there would be more to this.
"Does that not arouse your curiosity?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 10:28 pm
Cladeaux drew a line to his right side that pointed to his right side. "Vertreiben." He said as the line propelled him across the desert in swift motion. he slid across the sand, and put his hand down to try to come to a stop. "Harfe." He said as he drew eight slim arrows in Castaeva's direction. They curved, and would diverge on Castaeva's position. "It does not..."
Training Post #5/85
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:09 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns "So you are not the one to go then." She decided at last after seconds of contemplating. Often her decisions never took long but even so they weren't lighthearted. At any rate, back to business. She wanted new sunglasses. And it seemed she was surrounded. From her front but not her flank she guessed as she sensed nothing of the sort from behind. Either way, this was an opportune moment to make use of the blood that guzzled her above the right brow. As it dripped over her eye, she then created a wonderfully small orb of gold, shadowing over her right pupil. While having that within sight, she shot off her Gran Ray Cero. It's massive wave drowning out the arrows and continuing onward. Tickling the spacial dimensions as it still veered off from her Fortress.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:27 pm
"Erwidern..." Cladeaux said as he drew up a U-shaped arrow in an attempt to try to return the Gran Ray Cero. A bit stupid, but he wouldn't really have enough time to evade this attack. The Cero met with his Arrow, and the atmosphere seemed to change, and became denser. His arrow caught the Cero, and he strained and was pushed back, and dag into the sand. The arrow began to crack, as he attempted to draw another U-shaped Arrow. "Erwidern...Erwidern....Erwidern." He said as he draw three more lines, as his first Erwidern cracked, and it broke through the last two. The third one managed to divert it a little bit, as it broke through the Erwidern, and scathed his right shoulder. His right arm was burnt badly, and he held his right arm, and fell to his knees.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 1:17 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns [Freaking writers block.]
Already, with a flash of her Sonido, the Queen had easily copped out on the reversal. Had she been late by a split second even, her own head would have painted the dunes. And as she saw him heave his exhaustion, she took it as a sign subjugation. "Idle days will end for you, Cladeaux. No matter how you see it. With this sloppy performance, I doubt you'd even last two minutes outside. You are to stay. Pick up whatever you can after yourself, and behave." Her words curled with cold warning as she had now punished her Tres, the most innocent and had left him with less than grave injuries to remember. She started walking forward past him after sheathing her saber. Stopped and pointed both her hands from behind her waist from when she had them held, and shot scattered arrays of quick balas. The trajectory enough to blow up sand along with the vermin that were starting to appear. Naturally Cladeaux wouldn't gain anything from just sitting there. It was do or die.
And she hated it when they chose the second option. Knowing that the drunken hazmat would somehow find a way to crawl back to life, she left the area once and for all without even sparing a glance.
[[Exits to the Throne Room]]
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