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Subject: Angel No More

Author:
Eva

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Date Posted: 19:53:57 08/27/04 Fri
In reply to: Evangelina 's message, "An Angel No More" on 18:30:59 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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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..

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Kazan
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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.