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Daven
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Date Posted: 03/ 4/05 12:00:11am Fri
In reply to:
Cyrus
's message, "sigh" on 03/ 3/05 10:14:55pm Thu
Unfortunately for Cyrus, he would have been unable to hear anything of Daven's approach, that was the problem with fighting and gathering a crowd. The noise of the crowd would over power the sound that any new attackers would make. Cyrus, also didn't sense an aura of the man, he sensed his own aura... Something that the headstrong youth probably didn't pick up on, only acted because of the oddness of feeling his own Aura.
As Cyrus spun at the man he fell back, the man never stopped moving forward and as Cyrus ducked he didn't even attempt to stop moving. The sword brushed nothing but air as Cyrus's elbow did strike against the mans armor, Cyrus was spinning into someone who was bullrushing him.
The mans wings lashed out, the dull gray blades shining lightly under what was left of the sun before burying themselves in the ground next to where Cyrus landed. The position of the wings let Cyrus know that with the way Cyrus had spun to attack, with the range they were at, this man could have closed his wings, sliced Cyrus's arm clean off, while using Cyrus's own momentum to do it without a scratch landing on this man.
Cyrus was fast, but he didn't think his moves through. He didn't land any damage on his attacker and now he was lying on the ground with an injured elbow and a few bruises from being tackled. And the man in front of him remained standing with his bladed wings in a position that could end Cyrus's life extremely quickly if he were to make a rash decission and continue fighting.
"First, quit being such and arrogant little twirp. Second, go appologise to my human friend, Forgotten, and third NEVER treat the element of earth with as much disrespect as you I witnessed you treat it earlier. It's no wonder the weave is falling appart with idiots like you running around!" There was nothing nice in the mans bark, the man was angry, and a young man who believed himself to be hotshit only served to repeatedly make the Forgotten man more angry.
He only hoped that as Cyrus lay on the ground, he would learn that although he is good, he still didn't have the experience to take on someone that used completely different tactics then him.
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