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] Date Posted: 18:30:59 08/27/04 Fri Dawn would be breaking soon and she needed to get in a quick workout. Though she might stay to watch the sunrise before heading indoors. chaimail shirt clinked lightly with hermovement the only sound attesting to her presance. Stopping close enough to the mansion so as to be able to see it she stopped as if listening. Her form was still and human eyes would not see her grab the blade and bring it infront of her and holding it at ready. Her stance became crouched and still before she moved in a flurry of movements. Jabs and thrusts and a few different arcs thrown into the mix. She mixed in abit of footwork, kicks and movements made to trip an apponant. To the human eye she was merely a blur but to the undead she still moved quick enough but her movements were fluid and graceful like a fighter used to guarding wings. She cotinued practicing with the sword for abit more before returning it to it's sheath and taking the two daggers in her belt to repeat the same exercises. "I wish i had a sparring partner to do this with" She thought to herself not caring who heard her [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Kazan [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 18:47:14 08/27/04 Fri  warrior at Heart A male moves from the shadows in silence having been watching the fea at her work out. his features expressionless as he nods to her. wearing only tight leather pants and a large sword across his shoulder. perhaps I could assist you with that. his overly strong, well muscled frame moving with unearthly grace. he tended to appear and disappear as though be magic though truly it was just his skill at keeping to the shadows. hand moving back behind him before she could answer the sword whirling through the air aimed at her head. his moves fluid and precise. every muscle moving with just the right power behind it. |
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Author: Eva [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:13:43 08/27/04 Fri Dancing away from the blade aimed at her head her bdaggers were replaced in her hilt as she moved. She stil acted as if she were protecting her wings though they were gone. 500 someodd years of practice did that to you. She still kept her mind, eyes and ears trained on her partner. As she moved she took hold of the blade strapped to her back familiar feel of opal studded hilt in her palms. At his next move she blocked against his move her own strength nothing small. She studied his moves looking for an opening to trip him as was her specialty. Her mental wall was up and her mind seemed a black void as she danced this dance of blades with the male |
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Author: Kazan [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:26:53 08/27/04 Fri warrior at Heart feeling the clash of the steel coming together Kazan shifting his weight slightly bring the blade about so it slide in a burr of movement toward her side. the strength of his shoulder behind it. In a spit second he changes the direction, something he was famous for, whirling about to strike at the target he had actually had in mind. He was strong enough to pull off this stunt and did it often. his blade now rushing for the woman's opposite and maybe unprotected side. his movements flowing together without hesitation his eyes never wavering. The speed of his motion leaving no gaps for a blade to advance on him. |
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Author: Eva [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:53:57 08/27/04 Fri *yawn* last post and im goin to bed* She had to dance away but wasn't sure she could completely dodge the movement.Free hand went to her belt taking her larger dagger and blockingdancing around the blade thought she felt it graze along the chainmail of her shirt. In her mind she was berating herself behind her barriers, she was getting rusty. She brought her sword around slicing at his arm. She wasn't intending to injure her opponant. She just needed a good workout. What was on his mind she wasn't sure since she wasnt prodding. |
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Author: Kazan [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:18:47 08/27/04 Fri warrior at heart movement still swift he felt the scrap of his blade against her chain mail. his sword swing about at the contact to strike forward once more as she pulls out her dagger, his movement that of a cobra. green pools glimmering with concentration he was a warrior and did not do battle half way. rusty are we? he cared little for his opponents and actually enjoyed to see them suffer. he would cut them to ribbons before allowing them to die watching them loose their blood to the sand beneath him as he takes in the fear they radiated. whites exposed like they would be in his wolven form he feels the light slice of her blade on his bare upper arm. feeling the drops of blood welling up slowly with his movements before they trickled down leaving a couple crimson lines. A growl coming from his throat he ignores it knowing from experience it was only a surface wound. His cobra like stab-slash aimed at her throat. Perhaps he would not kill her but he would not go light either. |
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Author: Eva [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 07:57:06 08/28/04 Sat Only just a little She let her mind do the talking it didn't ruin her concentration that way. She felt his blade drag across her throat and chuckled as the flesh tore. Only a little blood left the wound before it sealed itself closed again. She didn't die in the typical sense, maybe only for an hour but that was it, after that she was whole and ready to start again. As his blade was busy playing with her throat she brought her own blade towards his right side to slash into him. Her dagger aimed towards the left side of his chest to draw blood there. She doubted he could block both but then again doubt was something that got you killed in battle. Orbs were their typical pure whte with the only color being the tiny black points that were here iris's |
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Author: Kazan [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:40:19 08/29/04 Sun A warrior at heart Kazan growls silently as his sword did little damage even though it was tainted with silver. a little? he arches his blade though hers his speed and strength holding firm as they clash trying to drive it to the side in time to complete the arch bring it around to clash as well with the dagger. his reach extending slightly forward as he shifts his feet about his left moving forward slightly for better balance and thrust, while leaning into his swing. hoping that the sword would slide down the edge of the dagger and into her hand. his narrowed glaze never leaving her. body movements hiding his plans with expertise and control. never would he fight out of anger for anger blinded fools who did so making them weak, the one thing he could not stand. Breathing deeply his blade a part of him he reacts to her every move as though they where done in slow motion. |
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Author: Eva [ Edit | View ] |
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