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 Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 6:57 pm
The Sparring Arena The dust fades as you land. Your heart is pounding, blood is rushing through your viens, adreneline is pumping. You stay in your crouched position. You have just clashed in mid air with your opponent...and landed. You slowly stand, sweat running down from your brow, dirtied from the arena's dust. Turning your head, you realize your opponent is STILL standing, though, slightly swaying. You find that you are swaying to and fro yourself. You take a breath as you realize your opponent had done the same...waited with a pounding heart, with blood coursing, adreneline pumping. You size each other up, taking one last breath in the quick truce. Then, the battle rages on. You leap up, with your sparring stick, and your opponent does the same. A battle cry rips from your body...a loud clack...you leap over your opponent, and you both quickly run at each other, sticks clashing once more. Then, your oponnent does something surprising, he swirls around, releasing his lock with you....What would YOU do?Here, you will learn the art of battle...how to make your character not invincible. Teach you how to make your character take a blow, how do strike, how to defend, how to keep the battle going and enjoyable. One of the Mods and I might be your opponent...OR another comrade might be your opponent. Keep in mind this is an ARENA. No swords...just the sparring sticks. [AYE, I know that's a drag...too bad. As of now, you are in fighting boot camp.] One more thing! *she says in animated Jackie Chan's uncle's voice* (For those of you who don't know...ignore that whole asterisk thing...haha) Keep in mind the conditions of the arena. I will post the conditions each new day...AND I will announce each new day. Remember it's dry, dirt covered floor...and how dirt can get into your eyes...Enjoy. --I will post the conditions below-- arrow Warm spring day. BUT it's humid. Watch out for mosquitoes....
arrow The dirt in the arena is slightly wet from the humidity.
arrow Season- Spring
arrow Time of Day- Evening
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:26 pm
Who will step up to challenge Myrna? Bellows the referee. A young girl of about 17 steps up, holding the sparring stick. It was more of a sparring staff. It was three feet taller than she...a rather large stick for a girl of 5'5. Her auburn hair was tied up in a high ponytail, that when in it's state, reached her lower back. She wore a light jade green tunic with it's sleeves ripped off. It's collar dipped in a 'V', and she had a necklace with a dragon trinklet on it. She had dark green pants on, and the ends of her pants were tucked into her black boots. Her boots went up to almost her knees.
Myrna gave a smug look to the boys and girls circled around her, and whipped out the stick, in battle stance.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:42 pm
A girl perked up her ears as she heard te referee bellow out a command. She smirked slightly and stepped up to the front. Her black hair with light blue highlights was curled up at the end, barely touching her shoulders, her clothes not the bit wrinkled. She was wearing a long white cloak, which did not even had a bit of stain on it. She was also wearing a pair of midnight black boots. She smiled to the referee and nodded to the girl. "I will..." spoke up Micki.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:49 pm
OOC: Well, it's a good post! It would be nice if you could be more descriptive, but it's a good start!
IC: Myrna smiled, "Nice 'ta meetcha." she said. "As you heard, I'm Myrna. Good luck...may the best girl win!" she said, her green eyes sparkling with a hidden fire.
"Alright ladies." the referee mumbled, "Keep it clean. Ready? Set? GO!" he roared.
Myrna flung into action, studing her opponent, she seemed nimble, and quick. "HUUP!" she yelled, as her sparring stick whipped at Micki. They were all quick, sharp and succsessive hits.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:53 pm
MIcki slightly nodded. She got her stance ready, holding her sparring stick, tightly and ready. She nodded slightly as te referee yelled go and then charged up against Myrna, but was intercepted by her attacks. She gritted her teeth tightly, her cloak slightly slithering around her legs. She ducked under the blows and swung at Myrna.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:00 pm
OOC: Good, good. Now, if Micki had gotten rapped somewhere that would be good...or if she blocked. =]
IC: Myrna was surprised, she didn't think Micki would actually come out unscathed from her attacks. While she was thinking about all this, she felt a slight pain in her side. When she focused, the pain hit, and Myrna realized that Micki had hit her. She ran to Micki's left, and swung her staff at her. Her hair flung to the side with her, gently whipping Micki's cloak. That's how close she was. Myrna was getting into this fight. Her adreniline pumped, and she was ready for anything that would come...hopefully.
**edited slightly
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:05 pm
Micki made a small whimper as she was hit sideways on her side. The pain was coursing through her body. She ignored it as she glared at Myrna, now panting hard, and was growing sweaty. She knew she had better train harder, since she knew she shouldnt be this tired after such a short time. ~Or maybe it's just that MYrna is a good player......heh...~ Her heart beat was pounding and her eyes were slightly burning. She waited for Myrna to bring down an attack.
((EDITTED))
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:14 pm
OOC: Okay..that's good. But work on your surroundings...haha I should do the same. Aww...give your character more stamina! I don't think a real person would get tired YET. Even though the person may be in shape. Otherwise it's good!
IC: Myrna grinned as the people cheered. Who they were cheering for she wasn't sure. What she was sure of though, was it kept the adreneline pupmping. She noticed that Micki waited...that wans't too smart ((not that I'm calling YOU not smart)). She whipped her staff around...and brought it over to Micki's side. She was getting dusty. The dry dirt from the arena was getting in her eyes, because they were scuffling around so much, making it hard to see. She wasn't sweating yet, though she would soon...it was HOT. A summer afternoon...oh boy.
OOC: At this point, you would want to move, or parry the attack.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:11 pm
((LOL))
Micki's eyes flashed as Myrna attaked from the side. She swung her sparring stick around, blocking the attack. She smiled as she noticed that she had made faint tracks on the dirt floor of the arena. Her eyes were getting itchy, as her boots were starting to make her feet warm. She slightly winced but held her sparring stick tightly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:50 pm
IC: Very good. You noticed, and blocked. You also described your feelings, and your uncomfort. Now, for my rebuttle.
OOC: "You're pretty good!" Myrna yelled, straining to keep herself from panting. Micki's block reverberated through her arms, almost making Myrna lose her grip. She managed to keep her grip, but it stalled her for a minute. Hopefully, Micki wouldn't attack just yet...or not notice that she had paused.
IC: Okay, so now you try to attack...or your character doesn't notice. You decide what to do.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:55 pm
((kk...*nods*))
Micki narrowed her eyes, slightly noticing the flaw in Myrna's stall. She tilted her head then charged, raising her sparring stick to the ready and brought it down swiftly.
((writer's block...))
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 4:06 pm
OOC: GOOD REPLY! You see, even though it's short, you've got the main idea. If you were doing a different RP, you would have a lot more going on, and would have a more structured post. =] But for this, right now, it's really good. Now, I will give no more instructions, and we'll fight for a little longer.
IC: Myrna growled, oh well, she knew Micki was a sharp one. She sidesteped to the side, and whipped her sparring stick upward, stopping Micki just in time. If it weren't for that, she would've been badly bruised. Now, they were locked, Myrna's face had a few really dirty streaks of dirt, and sweat falling all over. She panted, tired now, "Is that all you've got?" she asked, wryly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 4:59 pm
((woopy!!!!XD))
Micki smirked slightly and tilted her head. "Nope....is this all you got anyways?" said Micki. She clutched the sparring stick tightly as her hands grew sweatly. Her face looked sligtly tired and sweat dotted her brow.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:21 pm
((OOC: I agree with Angel. That post what discrptive, even if short. I liked it. Great job!
Er. Sorry if I'm not supoosed to post. But.. I just HAD to.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:21 pm
OOC: No, it's fine ^^ any staff member can post crtisicm or praises =]
IC: Myrna laughed, and concentrated, plotting ideas in her mind. It was extremely hard to break out of a lock and try to hit the person at this state. She pushed harder still on Micki's sparring stick, and suddenly stepped a few paces back, "How'd you like that?" she asked, breathing heavily. She jumped, and was ready to bring down her sparring stick.
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