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Post by Alex on Aug 4, 2004 1:58:13 GMT -5
He ducts trying to dodge the blade. He takes this chance to leap at her and kcik her onto her back, he steps on her forearm, so she cannot strike and stabs his wrist-blade into the spot between the blade and the hand so she cannot strike with her other hand. 'Looks liek I've won..' He notices a gash opens on his cheek. 'Looks like I lost actually..I'll leave now..' He pulls the blade out of the ground and walks over to his cloak and he folds the blade back onto his arm. He picks up his cloak and put it on.
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Post by Freya on Aug 4, 2004 2:01:55 GMT -5
Freya slowly stood up, mentally berating herself for that slip up, which would've cost her her life in actualy combat. She slowly lifted a hand and rubbed the bleeding area as sting pain spread through her nerves. Her gaze alighted on her shoulder, but she spoke to the young man.
"Welcome to the Red Hawk. You are a good fighter, not the best, but can become better."
Her voice was flat, but had honesty in it.
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Post by Alex on Aug 4, 2004 2:14:32 GMT -5
He looks back, a look of slight shock on his face. 'But I failed?'
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