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Post by Nymiane on Oct 2, 2007 22:32:52 GMT -4
"Oh, you fool." She jerked upon his arm roughly, yanking him atop of the horse in back of her. Tor, the horse grew antsy, his hooves pounding upon the earth below him, ready for his cue to take off. "Hold on.." She bellowed, her legs squeezing the sides of her companion. He was off, without much assistance. With nostrils flaring, taking in the air, his hooves worked hard upon the ground, turning up the ground with ease, leaving what looked to be a path of destruction. Easy enough to follow, this made the woman chuckle.
"There is no time for heroics, here. Later, perhaps."
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Post by skorm on Oct 2, 2007 23:01:09 GMT -4
Skorm held to the woman anxiously, for in all his years of life, he never did quite trust another beast as his transport, he looked at the tree tops, he thought to him self how much easier it would have been if he had taken to the trees, or at least stayed and fought, if they had stayed and fought he could have at least looted the corpses for any gold or food they had, he had no idea what this woman was thinking, he did not know much about horses, but he did know that he had to be slowing them down, but why would they take me he thought, he asked the woman sternly " so what do you plan to do now?"
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Post by Nymiane on Oct 2, 2007 23:22:23 GMT -4
Breena leaned forward in the saddle, her hand moving toward the strangers, gripping upon it as they soared over fallen logs, running streams, and occasionally the steed would simply soar in the air for the thrill of it. "We will fight.." She replied to him, a smile tugging upon the corner's of her lips, she felt how tense his muscles were in his arms, and she could not help but chuckle. She shook her head and gave his arm a pat, then returned her grasp to the laced reins. With a final leap into the air, Tor landed upon stone, his hooves sliding along the hardened floor of the stone ledge, until he came to a stop, inches from the rock wall before them. Natural shelves were made, and as the woman glanced up she let out a whooping noise. Soon whooping noises were heard from what seemed to be all corner's of this 'dead end.'
The woman sat upon her steed, chuckling as she glanced around, three forms emitting from the tree line, weapons in hand. These were her brother's, together there were five, and there happened to be only three in pursuit of Breena, this made a twisted grin grace her beautiful face. "It's time to fight, gentlemen!" Breena cried out,then dismounted, raising her hand up to the man, if he needed it.
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Post by skorm on Oct 3, 2007 19:08:30 GMT -4
Skorm clung to the woman, it was more for personal reasons rather than the horses movement. he prefered to do things by his own means, weather it be fighting or travel, he preferred to use his own two legs rather than be carried a beast, no matter how majestic. his muscles tightened with anticipation, we was used to hunting his quarry, rather than being the hunted, it was embarrassing for him to not feel in control of his situation, yet he admired the womans confidence, yet he would never admit to it. she had to have something planned, as he looked up to see where they were heading he saw the ledge in front of him and the horse still movie fast , he closed his eyes and braced for impact, but was amazed when the horse came to a stop unscathed. Skorm looked down at the woman, jumped down from the horse , gracefully landing with one foot in front of the other, grabbed her hand and kissed it as he bowed he looked towards her and said " I thank you for the ride, but next time i think i'd prefer to run myself" he let go of her hand and prepared for the fight ahead, he swung the dagger hanging from it's chain into his left hand, and in one quick motion drew the rapier sheathed over the small of his back and spun it, letting the blade sing with it's thirst for blood.
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Post by Nymiane on Oct 3, 2007 19:32:41 GMT -4
Breena blinked a few times, a light brow arose in question as he grabbed upon her hand, her eyes shifted to her brother's who all seemed to be chuckling, and one seemed to be imitating him. He then swooned, the back of his hand held to his forehead as he fanned himself. The woman fought hard not to laugh, but she accomplished it. She simply smiled, and allowed portions of her laughter to escape her as he spoke. "Next time, I'll leave you in the dust." She paused for a moment and bit her bottom lip. "However, this fight was ours." She motioned toward her brothers. "It'll be too easy, as is.." Cherry lips pursed as a hand slid to the hilt of her sword, and as the blade slid from it's sheathe, it made a low humming noise.
The woman raised her foot up and gave a gentle tap to Tor's bum, which sent him trotting off toward the sidelines. In the distance, one could hear the pounding of hooves, horses breathing and snorting, as well as swords clanging, and men yelling obscenities. Breena slid to the side, her blade held out at her side in a defensive position. A smirk curled her lips upward as she waited, her muscles tense, like a coiled spring she was ready to pounce her prey. She held her hand out, motioning something to her brother's and as the horses grew near, she raised that hand high, signaling to the men. At the instant her hand raised, two of the brother's lifted a rope, which then tripped two of the horses, the other simply reared and fell atop of it's rider, temporarily disabling him. The other two riders scrambled for their weapons...
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Post by skorm on Oct 3, 2007 23:27:08 GMT -4
Skorm disregarded the woman's brothers, he' looked at the woman and said " don't doubt my speed, you gauge what you can't see" he turned to watch the pursuers come tumbling forward, their gear scattering about. a short sword landed by his feet, he looked down at it, shoddy craftsmanship, Skorm would have rather used a blunt rock than a weapon like that, he swiftly kicked it towards one of the men " stand up and sing the song of battle" barked at the man " for before the the sun rides high, you will sing no longer" he then said in softer tone whirling his rapier creating a hum.
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Post by Nymiane on Oct 4, 2007 0:35:05 GMT -4
Two of the brothers remained in the shadows, both stood propped up against a tree, their poise remaining calm, a chuckle even slipped from one of them. Amusement danced within both of their eyes as they watched the men scramble for their ragged weapons. The oldest of the brother's unsheathed his heavy sword, the tip of the blade dragged along the dirt as he began moving it out to his side. A weathered hand made it's way to his shaggy face, and rough fingers scratched upon his skin. "A wee bit overdone.." His voice resonated in his broad chest, a chuckle then echoing within his form before it made it's way into the air. "Take it easy on 'im Breena." The man smacked his lips together, and his gray eyes watched the sight before him.
Laughter spilled forth from Breena as she casually made her way toward one of the pursuers, he had finally found his blade, and to much of her own surprise she had let him find it, instead of striking him down. The blade within her grasp quivered, but not in fear, not in nerves, but anticipation, he waited for bloodshed, he waited for his feast in flesh. Cerulean eyes darted to the side as the man she had ridden with threatened the on coming combatant.
A blade arose in front of Skorm, the man before him bowed before tapping his sword with his, the shrieking melody of metal upon metal coursed through the air as he purposely drove his sword against Skorm's. "Let's hope that your sword play can match your tongue's!" The metals continued to grind for a moment or two before he raised his sword, and allowed it to come down, full force to wards Skorm's. Before Bree the other man stood, a chortle made his pudgy stomach bounce up and down, his eyes focused on the woman's bosom, his tongue ran along his lips before barking at her. "Ooh, and to the victor goes the spoils. I will feast upon a woman tonight..." He lashed out with his sword, the blade catching upon Bree's, the fight began.
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Post by skorm on Oct 25, 2007 15:19:56 GMT -4
Skorm held his blade out at arms legnth and looked towards the man and asked him "Can you hear it?" the man gave a baffled look, but held his composure. "hear what?" the man replied. "the angels are singing for you, remember today, for it is your last" Skorm said as he smirked. and at that moment with blinding speed skorm whipped the crimson dagger towards the man's head cutting his cheek, Skorm gracefully pulled the chain and caught the dagger deftly.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 13, 2007 14:00:17 GMT -4
Bree lifted a brow as the man’s sword met her own, Feidhelm screamed as his anticipation grew. The woman’s cheeks filled with a crimson color, her eyes narrowed, and soon her cerulean eyes looked as livid as the ocean during a storm. She took a violent step towards the man, her sword flew towards his shoulder and in an instant came crashing down upon the man’s sword, and still she pressed forth into him. Feidhelm called to her, clouded her mind, and soon the stinging pain of his control filled her arm, his humming grew into quaking, and the quaking turned into violent lashes at the opponent. The attacker grew befuddled, the woman’s actions had no reason, no rhythm, it was not predictable, and there were no signs of a slash, a thrust, which made the parries quite hard.
A confused expression plastered itself upon the man’s face, Skorm’s words made little sense to him and as he drew his weapon of choice to send his barrage of attacks on him, a dagger brushed against his cheek, and the blade bit into his flesh. It took a few moments for him to realize that he was bleeding it was a minor cut, however he was stunned that the man could execute such a move in seconds. As the man recovered from the state of shock, he twirled his heavy axe about with ease, the sound of the momentum whirred as he grew closer to Skorm. In the back of his mind he began to rethink if he would be on the winning end…
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Post by skorm on Dec 22, 2007 1:47:36 GMT -4
Skorm took a step back spinning the dagger in his left hand " what's wrong, your eyes look as if you're having second thoughts, i'll spare your life" skorm paused and chuckled " if you can take mine" and at that moment he started to spin his rapier in ryhtym with his dagger, crossing it in front of him, back and forth, the humming coming from his weapons kept a eerie rhythm. Skorm then leaped back wards and from an almost crouching position charged at his axe weilding foe full speed, at the last second he Lunged forward with his rapier, with his chain dagger ready off hand and yelled " yours will be a glorious death" at his doomed enemy.
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Post by Nymiane on Jan 8, 2008 21:33:19 GMT -4
The man’s eyes widened, but he continued on his path toward Skorm, axe readied in hand. ”Silence!!” He roared as he charged; axe swinging back and then forward. His eyes were too focused upon the rapier and dagger, for he became dazzled, the axe missed and he turned upon his heel in time to catch himself from falling. As he regained his balance, he spotted the rapier in the corner of his eye, and then the dagger. He let out a yelp and then swung his axe to deflect one of the two weapons.
Feidhelm’s shrill scream filled Breena’s thoughts, and she soon was lost to his call. Her once vibrant eyes grew storm ridden, and the blue turned to gray. She growled and began to slash more violently, the attacker barely being able to keep afoot. He spent little time attacking, and more time running. This caused laughter to pour from the on looking brothers. Breena then grew more vicious; she threw a kick to his side, which caused him to flitter away, then she came downward with her sword, knocking the opponents sword out of his hand. Then her foot came forward again, knocking him backward, and without hesitation, without any honor Breena allowed Feidhelm to bury himself within the chest cavity of her rival. A dark chuckle emitted from her, blood and sweat splattering itself upon her features.
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Post by skorm on Jan 8, 2008 22:19:41 GMT -4
Skorm let his rapier fall from his had as it's lunged was deflected, instead he concentrated soley on his opponent's neck, driving hard his dagger in to the soft flesh. the man fell to his knees grasping at the dagger lodged so deeply in his throat, but with his wanning stregth could not remove it, Skorm turned away from the body and gave the chain a hard tug, ripping the dagger from the lifeless body, and causing an eruption of blood. Skorm then kicked his rapier from the ground and took a moment to not become lost to the bloodlust
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Post by Nymiane on Jan 8, 2008 22:56:57 GMT -4
[Wee, next time you can do your own NPC, hopefully I set an Okay example for you to follow. Err, on how to control your NPC.]
The eldest brother chuckled as he toyed with his opponent, his eyes really remained upon his sister, and the stranger fighting close by her side. His eyes occasionally flashed back to gaze upon the peasant he was battling with, and as he did this, he would lunge and slash, gaining no real ground, (which was indeed what he was trying to accomplish.) He spent most of his time running around, tiring his unworthy opponent out, and when he got bored, and the opposing man grew tired, the eldest simply knocked the blade from the man’s grasp, and held it within his own. He then chuckled, bowed his head, prayed to the gods above and beheaded the man.
”Breena, enough play time. Introduce us to your lover boy.” His deep voice beckoned to his sister, calling her, withdrawing her mind from the abyss.
Breena slowly came to, her storm ridden eyes returning to their vibrant hue of cerulean, she chuckled and rubbed the back of her head roughly, laughing. ”A man such as that wishes I bestowed such a precious gift to him!” Came Breena's quick reply, her blade pointing toward Skorm, who seemed to also be a victor this day.
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