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Date Posted: 17:22:28 09/14/02 Sat
Author: Briar
Subject: .x. reflex .x.
In reply to: lily 's message, "»- -wavers." on 18:58:11 09/12/02 Thu

.x. He growls, spasm clenshing his arm, his hand muscles loosening. However, the street rat reflexes come into play and he brings back his free elbow, jamming hard and fast towards Lily's chest. Then he leaps. Now released he spun, grabbing an arm and twisting hard. That should deal with the knife. With his other appendage he grabbed her shoulder, hurling with all his weight behind the toss. Ok, so he wasn't packing enough pounds (he weighs 95 I guess...) to really chuck her but-the possesive demon surged, also putting its wrath behind it, in what should have hurled the girl ten feet into the wall. .x.

.x.x. Briar surged, fighting the invader's control. Things began to shift, and he was winning. .x.x.

.x. Visably, demon/Briar began to sweat, beads glistening on gold-brown skin. Inside the battle continued to rage, and some peasants began to take serious notice of the odd distirbuance. .x.

.x.x. A-little-farther-SNAP. He'd strained against the bonds in his mind, breaking free and taking control. He was free, at least for the while. .x.x.

.x. He felt like he'd woke up; suddenly he could see, and feel too. Something clubbed his head, making his ears ring. He stumbled to his knees, head down. Unfortionately, with him being in this position it was pretty hard for people to see that his eyes had returned to green. He kept his wrist knives out just in case, and startled to climb to his feet in an almost threatening manner; he hoped who ever had hit him would keep their distance. Both his position and the sun's glare allowed for confusion as to his lense color. Some shop keepers peered over, worried, nervous, and even curious. .x.


((OCC-Red is when the demon, *pats the thing on it's head*, is in control. Teal is for when Briar is thinking in his head or when he is in control. Teehee, sorry Briar, *character glares at him* but it's sure fun to make his life misrible. The more bruises the better. Anyways.))


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