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A'rian/ Keira/ Taryn/ D'rian/ Deleria/ Liane/ M'kar
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Date Posted: 16:13:49 07/02/02 Tue
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Aiyana, Tilana and Kareen
's message, "The <i>Skip</i>" on 17:53:06 07/01/02 Mon
Brutisies hit the ground hard, already spouting flame even as A'rian leaped to the ground, sword flashing from its sheath. He discreetly fought near Keira- her cold blue eyes spoke of her own longing for death, and it worried him. Between Brutisies and Kinapp, a sheer wall of brown, blue, and flame kept the Ghazard dragons from their riders. The Ghazard on foot- well, there was nothing that the dragons could do without risking their riders, and it wasn't worth the chance.
Laroth shrieked and snaked her head with a defensive hiss, flaming a red dragon in the eyes. The steel of Taryn's blade rang as it struck against that of a Ghazard's, and she escaped the skirmish with only a shallow slash across her bicep that made her let out a sharp hissing breath through clenched teeth.
D'rian and Deleria kept to the outskirts, fighting back to back. D'rian's brace of throwing knives was used up in a matter of minutes- three Ghazard lay nearby, blooms of crimson staining their throats. Deleria closed her eyes and grimaced, taking a hacking swing at her opponent. The hit shivered through her wrist and up her arms, but the Ghazard lay still. "It's a dance," the harper-trained rider called back to D'rian, "Can you feel the rhythm?"
Liane nocked an arrow to the bow, letting arrow after arrow fly with pinpoint precision, safe from her perch between Damiena's strong shoulderblades. When she had run out, she scrambled down the green's side, drawing her short sword. She steeled herself as the blade slid through a Ghazard's ribs, and fell with the hilt lodged in. She put her boot on its still stomach and yanked it out, seeking new danger.
M'kar was... inhuman. He danced and spun, ducking out of harm's way with a feline grace. Steel flashed in his expert hand, and Ghazard after Ghazard fled, or fell. Two were dead, and another three nursing wounds, and would be back soon. The two had taken him a great deal of time- he was like a cat, toying with its prey... ruthless, bloodthirsty. They were given pain-riddled, tortured deaths even a Ghazard didn't deserve- they twisted and moaned, thrashed and screamed under his merciless, deliberately slow-moving blade.
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