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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:19 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Elrienn backflipped away from the punch and landed kneeled with one hand on the ground, he lunged forward then spun himself with his hand and took a kick at her shin. He wasn't one to kick higher than the knees because he believed it was too slow and a wasted effort.
He smiled and his hood blew off with his movement.
He was fighting someone he didn't want to hurt, a true test now since they both confessed to love eachother. Elrienn was midway towards Pyyra then he slipped through under her legs and got up behind her with a punch ready.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:37 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra expected nothing less when Elrienn dodged her punch with ease. She wasn't fighting some inexperienced murderer or guard. They were both trained assassins. The kick to her shins was also somewhat expected. She hopped back, just out of range of his legs. Seeing him duck under her legs slightly surprised her. She had not seen that move in quite awhile.
Pyyra dropped down to her stomach to avoid any attack that would be coming from behind. She rolled over on to her back and her legs shot forward to either side of Elrienn's right leg. If this worked properly she could drag him down to her level. Her face was pure concentration now. She had said not to hold back, but she knew she would end up shying away from her full strength when the time came. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:43 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Elrienn took a hit to the leg and fell over backwards, he backhanded the ground and flipped over Pyyra and landed knelt face to face with her, he grinned and stood up.
"I studied how you fought when we were escaping the invasion, I learned a few things about your style."
He knew it wasn't enough, but making her feel somewhat uneasy would give him somewhat of an advantage, he was one to play mindgames.
Elrienn focused back to the fight and waited to see what she did next. He also had enough time for the pain in his leg to dull.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:58 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra furrowed her eyebrows and stood. He knew her style, it would be quite the problem, though she had a back up. "You say you know my style...what would you do if I told you I knew yours?" she said, holding her hand in front of her. She tightened her gloves, squeezing her hands to ensure a proper fit. "Nothing probably...but there is something I can do." she said. A laugh played at her lips. She stood sideways, her right shoulder pointing toward Elrienn. She completely changed her stance. From traveling the world she had picked up a thing or two, some she hadn't attempted, but it would make her actions unpredictable. She held her arms sightly open, as if making herself an open target. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:09 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Elrienn smirked,
"Of course you know about my style, I haven't left your side for four days now, four days of fending off the brotherhood's foes."
He looked at her wide open stance, he thought either she was playing with him or it was a trap. Obviously he thought of it as a trap and he gritted his teeth.
"Well, I believe this will be interesting..."
He said with a sligh sigh, it wasn't a sigh of annoyance or relief, it was a sight that represented a laugh.
He lowered his arms, closed the gap between his legs and relaxed all his limbs, he lowered his head and kept his grey eyes trained on Pyyra.
"No matter the result, this will be fun... Love."
He said delicately and he held one hand out in front of him arced upwards in an open position, he was ready to block something, due to using a Tanto he became used to not making a fist until contact, on a hand to hand moment it also allowed him to deflect blows and concentrate more power with his punches, so far only Pyyra picked that up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:14 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold "Depends on how you define interesting..." Pyyra said taking a fraction of a step. She had not become Listener on skill alone, but she was still chalk full of it, as was Erienn. Her new stance and style that she had switched to caused to her be unpredictable, to go against everything she would normally do.
"It shall be fun, leading the lamb to the slaughter...love." Pyyra said almost teasingly. It was meant to be light but her voice came out almost sharp, she hoped he didn't interpret her tone as over confident. Pyyra, instead of waiting for her opponent to make the first move, she ran forward blindly. When she was within range she started to close the gap between her arms, both fists coming at Elrienn's head from both sides. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:21 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
Elrienn was slightly displeased at her tone, he closed his eyes to meet her nearly a foot apart, he wove to the side and tried to hit her with a flat palm. It wasn't to inflict pain but it was to buy time sending her father away. He kept a ready stance and increased his speed, his breathing increased pulling more oxygen and strength into his body. He was ready now.
"Well this is different of you."
He said with somewhat of a ricochet in terms of a tone to Pyyra's.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:28 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra cartwheeled out of the way of Elrienn's palm. She now stood near the edge of the ring, grasping her shoulder. She had nearly forgotten about the wounds she had sustained during the Bruma Sanctuary invasion. The wound had been cleaned and dressed professionally but even so butting strain on it, such as cartwheeling caused pain to shoot through her arm. She was suddenly more aware of the wound on her back. How long until they acted up?
Pyyra stood straight and dropped her hands to her side. She could only smile to Elrienn's comment due to her grinding her teeth and seeing it as so simply obvious. Once again she took the open stance, ready for just about anything. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:35 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
Elrienn looked at Pyyra slightly concerned, his right arm was still limp at his side and he hadn't used it at all since it was injured. When Pyyra put strain on it as a 'punishment' she damaged several nerve endings making it hard to feel pain in the arm let alone move it.
He kept his body light and his arm limp, he put no strain on any muscles, instead he didn't tense up when fighting unlike most people, calm and quiet you don't need to get tense when assassinating someone.
"My love, are you well?"
He asked in both a mocking and concerned voice. He was deeply worried but couldn't show it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:46 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Good, Elrienn was talking, it would give Pyyra time to regain control. She took a couple deep breaths, exhaling slowly. She couldn't make the pain go away, but she could shove it to the back of her mind. "Nothing I cannot handle." she answered. It only occured to her that Elrienn had not been using his injured arm to the fullest. Understandable, he had only just regained use of it. "How are you faring?" Her voice wasn't soft, but it wasn't harsh. Only those who knew Pyyra personally would be able to pick up on the hint of worry in her voice.
Pyyra glanced around. They seemed to have drawn a small crowd of five or six. She had meant this to be a normal spar to show Freya what she would be up against, but it had turned into a spectacle for the sanctuary. The man whom had challenged them earlier was a little further back, murmuring to himself. It was odd, but not unseen. Turning her attention to the task at hand she considered calling off the match. Though she didn't find anyway to do it without the sanctuary loosing respect for both Elrienn and herself. Her eyes trailed only the ground and gradually rose to meet Elrienn's. It was different fighting him now. Not impossible, but it did make her consider his well being more so then she ever had before.  May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:55 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
He looked at the crowd and smirked, hearing them in awe caused his joy to rise somewhat. He picked up on Pyyra's voice and nodded.
"I'm fine, it would heal within the next fairs. Nothing we can't handle"
He put emphasis on the 'we' and grinned, he couldn't lose now. His respect for Pyyra was great but not only would he become listener in the future but He couldn't diminish the pride Pyyra still had. He would lose with a fight if he had the choice. Go out with a bang...
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:53 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra smiled and nodded. Yes, nothing they couldn't handle. With a long sigh she closed her eyes momentarily. She ran different strategies through her head. All of then included her going low, trying to drag an opponent to the ground with her, though Elrienn would now doubt expect that. She would need to aim high, what better way then to jump?
Pyyra snapped her eyes open, her small moment of contemplation over. She ran forward, only taking a couple steps before planting her feet on the ground. Her muscles bunched as she bent her knees, all at once she released her muscles, forcing herself up into the air. She couldn't jump as high as some people but with her forward momentum and slight height difference she herself was like an arrow freshly shot from a bow. She held her hands out in front of her, aiming for Elrienn's shoulders. The attack could be easily dodged but the presentation of it could be shocking and confusing. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:00 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
Elrienn ducked and stuck a leg out to kick her as she came downwards, he miscalculated and they moth hit eachother in the abdomen, Elrienn coughed for a moment and skid to his feet. He got into a ready position and held out his arms, he was going to make a leap and hopefully since she's seen him leap and stab people with his Tanto so often, change his patern and drop a kick at her torso.
(( Izakiel killed an innocent, maybe you get the message from the night mother here? ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:16 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra felt Elrienn's kick hit her middle. She was sent off her original course and she rolled along the ground for a few feet. She skidded to a stop just before sliding out of the ring.
Looking up, Pyyra saw Elrienn preparing to leap at her. She thought this foolish. She had witnessed many of his assassinations. Did he really think he could beat her with something she had seen many times before? Pyyra prepared herself, going back into her original state of fighting.
Eyes widening, Pyyra's head exploded with pain. She dropped to her knees and clutched her head. Why did the Night Mother need to torment her with these pains every time she was shown something?
The vision held much detail. There was a hooded man with two others though they were blocked out. A hidden blade was revealed and pierced through a guards spine. This guard had been new, he wouldn't have been issued a battle ready sword, nor his partner whom was now getting his lung stabbed by the same blade. With the vision came one warning. There are traitors in your midst. Weed them out dear Listener or the Brotherhood will fall. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:27 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
Elrienn leapt but switched his course and instead of kicking her he landed next to her and knelt down beside her, a vision perhaps?
Elrienn stood silent until the pain seemingly stopped in her mind, he could only imagine feeling that in the future, the night mother's Alarm Clock From Hell as it would seem. He looked concerned and puzzled.
"My dear, what does she speak of this time?"
He asked softly and slightly cold.
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