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Date Posted: 12:16:07 07/04/01 Wed
Author: Liara
Subject: Takes out some chicken soup ^_-
In reply to: Shiris 's message, "Re: Attack" on 11:07:14 07/01/01 Sun

OOC: Sounds bad, :( but hope you get better soon ^_^

Bic: A guttural growl escaped Liara as she felt the blood trickle forth from her injury, a warm sensation preceding throbbing pain, but as her blood coursed, so did a flood of anger overwhelm her, and, the fury lending her strength, she stood her ground steadfastly. Her sword fell to the dirt; it seemed nearly to shiver, as if abhorring the sands, and its metallic cry sang with a piercing clarity, issuing a resonant ring that reverberated throughout the grounds, much like an anguished banshee. However anxious she was to retrieve her sword, Liara immediately set to the task at hand, disciplined and primed. When the two rings flew towards her, she fell away, gaining herself time to pull out her own daggers. The rings ricocheted off the sharp tools, each to its own blade, issuing a hollow clang, and she dashed to where Shiris stood. Without a word, Liara slammed the hilt of one of the dangerous weapons into Shiris� nose, certain it would make an impression, if it didn�t knock her conscious. Whatever her schooling, Liara knew some measure of medicine (making her all the more effective), and she knew that a blow to the nose would initially make an opponent�s eyes water. She knew also that if she�d struck harder, the impact would�ve been deeper, and might�ve collapsed her skull, thus incapacitating her foe. But that was not the objective here, and with that she had to be content, glancing every now and then to the ensorcelled blade that lay on their earthen battlefield...

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Uh.... I don't have an idea for a title here. -- Shiris, 10:03:18 07/05/01 Thu