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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:36 pm
Anarel had already gotten to his feet after he had thrown the sand in the dragon's eyes. He had already thought he assumed the advantage in this battle, with Corsage's vision compromised for the time being. He advanced one step, deciding to throw another punch full of hard knunkle into the bridge of the creature's nose, but then, his focus was interrupted as his eyes caught a side glimpse of her already rushing shin that came flying for side of his body. Quickly, he sidestepped slightly, barely missing the oncoming kick as it plowed its way through the pillar that Anarel had been hiding behind earlier. The blast of debri, and the pain in his stomach was enough to alienate his vision, and his senses once more, and again, he toppled over on weakened legs, slamming his shoulder hard against the ground. He winced, rolling away on his side to safety.
He managed to get up onto his hands and knees, but climbing to his feet proved difficult. Instead, his body only allowed his to stare at the cold, hard ground underneath him. His breathing was heavy, and shallow.
70/110HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:05 am
The stranger looked tired. At least, what she could see of him looked tired. Everything was blurry and her eyes stung terribly, but at least she was on her feet, more than she could say for the stranger. He was staring at the dirt on his hands and knees.
Corsage wondered if she should back off. Blinking slowly, she let the silence settle as her tears ran down her cheeks, drawing paths through the grime and blood. It was a dirty shot, throwing dirt into her eyes. Where's that attitude? She wondered silently, wiping her forearm across her face. A few hits and the stranger was already huffing and puffing into the dirt. Or is this another trick? To make me feel sorry for him? What little mercy she felt dissipated.
"Take my symbol huh?" Her hands balled into fists as she looked down at him. "Maybe I should just take yours!" Anger fully returned, she sntached him by his grimy and bloody tunic and half dragged, half flung him into the open arena. She hoped he got plenty of dirt in his wounds.
HP:70/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
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6!
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:34 am
Anarel was tossed like a rag doll into the arena, far from the safety of pillars that he coud possibly hide behind. Flashes of light, and sky blue invaded his eyes as his eyelids fluttered. His roll came to slow halt, and he was met face upward toward the noonday sky. The sun's rays beat hard against his dirty and bloodied face. Corsage did succeed in what she hoped to do. Dust and debris from the Coliseum grounds had packed its way deep into Anarel's stomach wounds, forming into a semi-solid slush of blood and sand. Anarel smiled, using his fingertips to feel across the vertical wound across his belly. She had already done for him what he had tried to do much earlier, behind the pillar.
His back against the ground, Anarel continued to grimace, but the look of pain on his face slowly began to subside as he centered his thoughts. In his mind, he imagined energy...mana from the earth itself, flowing through his back, and into his torso. And as he imagined, so it did happen.
Anarel began to mutter to himself, in a tongue strange to others, but familiar to people of his mother. A simple spell had escaped his lips.
"Úárdíansga foën heten ártheth,...' Anarel moved his head from side to side, trying to subdue the pain, "...índbá ymén oúndswú íthwé óurya cínsä." The words were carried onto the wind with ghostly whispers, as if other entities were present at that very moment in the Coliseum. He ran his fingertips once more across the dirt-packed gash, and as his fingers touched, the dirt and sand began to morth, melding into a partly translucent, shiny "skin." The new skin that had formed was only artificial, but had bandaged itself into place as the mana manipulated it into its final form. It was enough to stop the profuse bleeding, but the pain was still there.
Anarel smiled, feeling relieved at the thought that if he met his end here, it wouldn't be from bleeding to death. He climbed onto his feet unwillingly, wavering slightly to regain his balance. He paused a few moments, letting the equilibrium in his head to stabilize. Anarel's eyes narrowed, staring down his opponent. A few yards separated the two warriors, and a gust of warm wind swept between the space, informally signaling the second round of the duel. Even though the odds were against him, it seemed, Anarel continued to push on.
"My symbol?..." Anarel reached behind him to produce a silver arrow, "Well dragon, come claim it."
60/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:19 am
Corsage heard the strange muttering and was sent immediately on edge. A thunderbolt, a pillar of fire, he could be conjuring anything. Vision clearing, her eyes darted around the arena, looking for the attack. But none came; when the stranger stood, Corsage saw shiney new skin over his recent wounds. Oh now that's just not fair.
"My symbol? Well dragon, come and claim it." He reached back for an arrow, but Corsage was ready. The pent-up anxiety released and she sped towards him, dodging back and forth. Each turn brought an unwelcome jolt through her body, sending stabs of pain through her shoulder. But she got close at least, and before he had time to string his arrow. Turning her injured shoulder away, she leaned unto her blow, claws coming up to rip open the closed wounds she had worked so hard to open in the first place.
HP:70/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
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6!
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:43 am
Anarel's eyes widened at the dragon's sudden burst in speed and agility. He was taken back slightly, but soon regained his senses as Corsage advanced further and closer. She was quick, and it was true that he did not have enough time to sling the arrow into his bow.
She swiped upward with claws spread sharp, but he did lunge back to have them only strike air. With the silver arrow gripped in his hand, he thrusted it forward, aiming the tip of it at her forehead.
60/100HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 10:03 am
Her weight continued to move forward, even after he pulled away from her outstretched claws. Twisted up and trying to remain on her feet, she barely saw the tip of the arrow until it was nearly into her face. A quick jerk and it sailed past her face. Yanking her injured arm up, she resisted a cry of pain as she knocked his arm up, taking the arrow far from her face.
With her other arm, she took the opportunity to swipe for his face. It was from the opposite side of her body and it felt awkward but she hoped anyway.
HP:70/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 11:08 am
He felt her forearm knock into his own, and the arrow's path was taken off course. His arm was flung wide, and his upper body was left open and vulnerable. Anarel's eyes widen as he saw the creature rear back for its counter. His eyes followed sharp claws that came at him with a quick, and powerful jerk. Anarel knew the pain would come, and braced himself appropriately. The claws sank into his cheek sharp, as it did on the other side of his face. Blood came, as it did earlier, and he felt the same pain, shooting through his forehead and eyes like a firecracker.
He didn't allow his body to react to the pain, for now, unintentionally, he was fueled by anger. He gritted his teeth, and bashed the feeling of pain deep down inside his mind. Anarel pushed forward this time, seeing through the blood, and came back with flying boot to her stomach. At this point in the bout, Anarel began to doubt that he make it out alive. The notion crept over him like hungry vultures.
50/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:07 am
Her claws sank into his face and a well of vicious satisfaction rose in her belly. He would not have her charm, not anything of hers. Hot blood spattered her face and neck, but the stranger didn't fall back. He was closer, pushing towards her and she saw him move to kick her. It was an awkward move, but she twisted to the side to avoid it. She wondered how he was still standing after all she had done to him, but the thought didn't last long enough in the heat of the fight.
On impulse, she focused on the outstretched leg, his face already bloodied and torn. Quickly, she turned to reach for his leg, and grabbed for it. If he couldn't run away again, it would make everything easier. Her now-bloodstained claws would take care of that.
HP:70/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
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20!
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 11:03 pm
The claws did sink into the meaty flesh that covered his shin. He shouldn't have left out his leg, and he should have known she would've been able to maneuver herself around it. The same pain that flooded his face now made an un-welcomed entrance into his leg, and it showed on Anarel's bloody and torn face.
The pain traveled like lightning across his leg, his upper body, and through his throat as if driving out a scream, which it did. Anarel gritted his teeth, and with the arrow still gripped in his hand, and then jammed the sharp tip of it into the dragon's shoulder wound that seemed to hinder her movement.
40/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 9:35 am
A throat wrenching scream burst from her as the arrow thrust deep into the wound his daggar had made earlier. The sickening sound of tissue searing and the arrow scraping along the bone rattled through her body and a sob quickly replaced the scream. Her eyes squinted shut against the tears. It hurt, Frigg above, it hurt.
The pain sucked the strength from her body and she stumbled back, the pain searing through her whole right side like lightning. Another sob came, followed by a gasp of breath. Through the fire in her shoulder, she could feel her arm clenched up against her body. It felt like it was in a vice, she had never felt something so painful in her life.
An incoherent thought spasmed through her mind, that she would die from this pain. It was enough to pull her back to reality, and she forced open her eyes. The fire was still there, but she refused to let it consume her and beat it away as best she could. She was shaking, trembling on her feet but she held her ground. There was no way she could attack him quick enough to do any damage, not with fresh blood pouring down her shoulder, but the stranger was only a few steps away. Hissing breath through her teeth, she hoped. Maybe she would get lucky and he would mess up.
HP:60/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
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16!
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 12:35 am
Anarel saw that his arrow's tip did sink into the dragon's shoulder wound. At that moment, he lunged forward again, but too exhausted to launch another punch or kick, and more of an act of desperation than anything else, he grabbed her shoulders and push her hard in an attempt to force her to the ground. It was obvious close combat was not an option for him, and it was most advantageous for him to attack from a distance. He needed to keep her away.
Immediately afterward, Anarel then turned around and hobbled as best he could to the opposite side of the Coliseum, almost collapsing against a tall pillar. He breathed heavy, trying to regain his footing. He strung back an arrow into his longbow, and shut one eye. He did not release though; instead, waited for her to regain her composure.
40/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:42 am
Adding insult to injury, quite literally, the stranger shoved her to the ground after stabbing her with his arrow. She landed on her backside, sending a jolt of pain through her spine and across her shoulders, concentrating in the wound on her right one. It left a throbbing agony through her body, but she held onto the pain and let it keep her senses.
Mind screaming when she refused to allow her voice to, she looked to the arrow still stuck in her shoulder. Her meager medical training kicked in and she cursed herself for letting him stab her with it. She grabbed the base with her left hand and bit through the agony as she snapped it in half with her right, letting no more than half a foot stick out of her.
Better than bleeding to de- Her thought cut short as she refocused on the stranger and found with a sudden burst of anger that he had disappeared behind yet another pillar. Only this time he leaned out with both bow and arrow pointed at her. Knowing she couldn't dodge in her condition, on impulse she reached around with her left hand for her dagger and flung towards the shadowed pillar. It was awkward with her left, and nowhere near the speed she had wanted, but she hoped it would surprise him enough.
HP:50/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 9:32 am
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