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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 5:42 pm
((Wow... It has been forever... Sorry, I have been really busy in my own guild and my main rp there... I am a bad bad person.
And I take it you are talking about me, and even if you aren't I am going to play it out that way.))
Lenore was not going to be thrown from her own battle, and once she had regained her footing she was headed back towards the battle. She cut down those in her way, and it was only a matter of moments before Jessa had found her way back to her leader, and was helping the woman keep her ground.
"We are going to have to call a retreat," Jessa told her as she kicked a man out of their way. "We are loosing the high ground quickly."
"We won't give up," Lenore shot back.
"You are out of your mind Lenore, this is suicide! You can't force them to continue to fight like this."
Lenore didn't reply, but only continued to fight on.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:43 am
SMASH!
One of Sticks' trademark... sticks thundered off the skull of a man who was approaching him with a blade. He no longer cared whose side whom was on, but he concentrated upon retrieving his new acquaintance from the fray.
"Milady, you must discontinue this fight! There's no future in it!" He had to yell in her ear from about six inches awayto be heard over the seemingly endless clamor.
Whipping around, Sticks delivered a crushing blow to an opponent who was directly behind him. The poor fellow fell limp with the almighty impact upon his neck. Stepping over him and beginning to blow a path through with his dancelike combat style, Sticks redrew his multi- barreled pistol and again used the .38 SPL, that he had managed to reload during a lull in the fight.
He turned around to see a burly man swinging a spiked club at the redhead woman. A quickdraw from Sticks landed a 9mm bullet below the man's left eye; the man dropped instantly.
"It's now or never in every sense of the word! If you want youself and the remainder of your little social group to live to fight another day, then pull out or be crushed!" He was no longer sure if she was able to hear him, but it didn't hurt to try.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:43 pm
"Pull out!" Lenore cried over the noise of the battle. Others of her gang passed on the word, and very soon they were all running for it. Those of their opposing forces shot them last minute blows before taking their victory.
Stumbling a bit on her way towards safety, she had to quickly grab onto Jessa so she would not fall and be crushed by the mob running behind her and around her.
"You all right?" Jessa asked as she struggled to keep her captain up.
"Fine," Lenore replied, but the pain on her face was evident. As they ran she started calling out orders, "Break," she called, "Head off, and meet later. Heal your wounds, my brothers and sisters."
As the large group split up Lenore and Jessa continued towards the h.q. Before they could get there though Lenore moved them off track and had to sit down in a concealed area.
"What is it?" Jessa asked looking worried as she set her leader down.
"Don't worry," Lenore snapped. "Just need a slight break is all."
Jessa knew it was more, but she was not willing to risk her leaders wrath, and stress the subject.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:18 am
((I put in an application to your guild...))((............ waiting to be accepted or denied))
Sticks, having witnessed the apparent leader of one of the gangs, the redheaded woman, fall back from the fight, quickly withdrew from the chaos. As he was just to the edge of the violence, a man pointed at him and yelled, "You SHOT the Captain! Get him, boys!"
Sticks grinned his wicked false smile, eyes gleaming and told the man, "There's no future in it!" He drew the custom dagger that he had only been forced to use twice. It was wickedly recurved down the front, with an golden eagle head at the bottom of the hilt, with a sharp point for a hilt blow.
The lanky man threw himself at the crowd, dancing in and out, slashing with a specific techniue used for sica and scimitars. He would draw the blade across the back of an enemy's neck, severing the spinal cord and killing the poor bloke instantly. As he had saved the man how called the attack upon him for last, Sticks shifted his body weight and slid downward, then planted the blade at an upward angle straight through the man's heart.
Removing the blade, Sticks wiped it, stored it back in his belt, and disappeared from the dying bloodbath.
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