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Post by Gabriel Camus on Oct 23, 2009 19:01:30 GMT -8
Gabriel couldn't help the smirk from coming to his face as his blow hit and the man went tumbling to the ground. He didn't feel bad about hitting the man, nothing like that, because as far as he was concerned, the man deserved a good beating. He was the one who had interrupted Gabriel's peace and then wouldn't leave him alone after that. All he had wanted was a drink, he hadn't thought that included being annoyed by a man who thought he was way funnier then he really was. In reality, none of the man's jokes had amused Gabriel, and not because they had all been insults directed at him. Had they been funny, maybe he would have laughed. As it was, seeing the man hit the ground was funnier then any of the man's oh-so-clever insults had been.
He sidestepped the uppercut easily, and hurried took a few steps backwards to try avoid the kick, though it still managed to get him in the gut and he stumbled backwards, slamming painfully into a wall, though he ignored the pain, instead just taking a few steps away from the wall. He watched warily as the man jumped onto the counter, and then onto the fireplace mantle, feeling a bit alarmed as the man pulled two swords out of their sheaths, though he tried not to show his nervousness. He frowned at the man, and as the sword was thrown to him he caught it and fumbled with it, receiving a cut to his palm as he stupidly grabbed the blade with one hand and the hilt with the other. He winced slightly and released the blade part, instead moving his hands to hold the hilt of the sword with both his hands, clearly looking uncomfortable.
"What, you can't fight with swords?" Gabriel asked, hoping he would be able to taunt the man back into hand to hand fighting, which he was clearly better at. "Aren't you man enough to fight only with your fists?" He taunted. He tried to copy the man's stance, though it felt so foreign that he just straightened normally, holding the sword out in front of him, clearly uncomfortable with it. He made no move to attack the man with the sword, deciding to let 'Marty' make the first move, though he was still hoping that the man would take Gabe's taunts to heart and decide to fight hand to hand instead. At least that way Gabriel would actually have a chance._________________________________________ Words: 437 Mood: Not bad Notes: Gabe might be in a bit of trouble now xD [/size]
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Post by Will Scarlet on Nov 14, 2009 18:34:03 GMT -8
x x cruising to a bar on the shore her pictures grace grim on the door
Will shrugged, whipping the sword around with practiced expertise, but he laughed, watching how the boy handled the weapon, or rather, how he tried to. He was just that, when it came down to it: a boy. It wouldn't have been clearer that he had no idea what he was doing with that weapon. Will on the other hand was slicing through the air with swift, definitive strokes, getting the blood flowing through his arms, his blade reduced to a silver blur as he parted air from air. Had there been a third sword in the vicinity, he would have claimed it for his own as well, as he was as gifted at fighting with double blades as he was with fighting with one.
"Of course not," He scoffed, ignoring the boy's slight on his manhood, "I'd get bored." He cast him a cruel grin. "What, are you not man enough to fight with a sword?" His heavy Brogue was gone now, replaced by his regular speech patterns and with that, he spun toward the boy, blade raised and bared, just as much as his face, which was shining with excitement at the mere idea of a brewing duel.
"En guard, peasant-boy sap!" He held his blade high enough so that the light of the candles and of the fire burning in the fireplace glinted off the silver-colored blade. And then he had added something that might have been better left until the potentially dramatic end of the fight. "For this is not Martin Flubber who crosses blades with you now, but Will Scarlet, Outlaw of Sherwood!"
And with that, he brought metal down upon metal, hearing the joyful ring of sword clanging against sword ring out across the pub. A few people turned the look and a select number gathered closer to watch the fight that would ensue, but others stayed at their tables, clearly the regulars who had seen such tom foolery before.
backstage we're having the time of our lives forgive me if i seem out of line
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word count: 345 listening to: love walked in by thunder lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith mood: muse-ful notes: la de da da
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Nov 15, 2009 10:05:34 GMT -8
Gabriel watched as the man handled the sword, becoming more and more concerned as he saw how experienced the man seemed to be with the sword. This was going to really suck for him. He wondered briefly whether he could just drop his sword and walk out of the bar, wondering whether the man would let him go, however he had his doubted, and the man was already laughing at him. Gabriel had too much pride to allow himself to give up so easily, without even trying. He would just have to hope the man didn't plan on killing him and try to hold his own in the battle, at least until the man got tired or bored and decided to stop attacking him. However, none of Gabriel's concern showed on his face, as instead he just glared at the man, not looking at all nervous...other than the beads of sweat that was accumulating on his forehead.
"Of course not." He snarled as the man asked whether he wasn't man enough to fight with a sword. However, having had no training or experience with a sword was different than just generally sucking at it, or even being afraid to use it. He doubted Marty would see it that way, though. He frowned as the man said that his name wasn't really Martin Flubber, but was actually Will Scarlet. He blinked in confusion as he stared at the man. "Is that supposed to mean something to me? I couldn't care less who you are. You could be a king for all I care, you're still disgusting." He snapped, before raising his sword as Will brought his own sword down against his, flinching at the sound of metal hitting metal and knowing that his own sword was the only thing keeping him from being, like, cut in half or something. He refused to let his fear show, however. Instead he just continued to block Will's sword with his own rather clumsily, hoping it wouldn't get any harder than this._________________________________________ Words: 353 Mood: Not bad Notes: Nada [/size]
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Post by Will Scarlet on Dec 3, 2009 12:09:20 GMT -8
x x cruising to a bar on the shore her pictures grace grim on the door
He grinned, judging the boy's weak defense correctly. Although not very strong and not the easiest person to be around, Will was a master of swords. Fencing seemed to come to him naturally and he swung his blade around with fierce precision. It had often been debated how Will could wield two blades at once if he was muscle-weak and the outlaw merely answered with his trademark rogue grin. He know, though. As a boy, he had begun with wooden sticks and he had been no match for the other boys, but he learned a secret that became invaluable to him; fight fast. Indeed, Will learned to harness the power of momentum and by whirling the blade around in accurate speed, he was able to use physics to do his bidding.
Flicking his wrist around in a seemingly effortless moment, he moved his short in a fast jab sideways, then brought it away from the boy's sword. He was not aiming to knock the sword out of his hands, no, not yet. He wanted to have fun with him first, for after awhile, even he got tired of terrorizing Marty. He grinned and brought his sword away for a moment, holding it to the side, but still in a position that would enable him to bring it down hard on his opponent if the boy decided to strike. What an unwise thing that would be for him to do.
"Disgusting?" He repeated, as if he had heard incorrectly. "By my stars, Boy, I've been called a whole host of inconsiderate names, but I have never been called 'disgusting'." He said, his voice still light, as if he was merely discussing the weather. "But it seems as though you insist on giving me special treatment." He grinned, his eyes glinting in excitement and mischief.
Without warning, he leapt off the counter and right in front of the boy, he weapon out and bared once more. He started in fighting at once, whirling his blade around to connect with the boy's blade twice and then pulling away in a blur of silver to aim to score a point on the boy's shoulder. Not to hurt him, but to prick him and his ideal pride, make him bleed just a bit.
"You fight like a woman."
backstage we're having the time of our lives forgive me if i seem out of line
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word count: 401 listening to: run to you by krypteria lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith mood: excited notes: none
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Dec 5, 2009 10:19:35 GMT -8
This man was the most infuriating person that Gabriel had ever had the bad luck to meet. It wasn't often that someone was able to make him lose his cool, because most people reacted the same way to him. They would either get offended and run off to be out of his presence faster, or they would get angry and start insulting him back. Gabriel could handle those easily, for he would just insult back and then leave the person to go be off on his own. This man, however, was different. Gabriel's insults didn't seem to effect him in the least, he would just twist them around to insult Gabriel instead. Most of the man's insults didn't bother him...unless they were his own insults being twisted around to imply that he was gay or something like that. That was getting to him, and pissing him off like crazy.
He remained on the defensive, not bothering to try attack the other man, knowing full well that he was likely to drop the sword...or stab someone else...or break something really valuable. Instead he just wanted to use the sword to try make sure he didn't get stabbed himself. However, this man didn't seem to be trying to stab him. He was no doubt just playing with him, which only bothered Gabriel even more. That along with the man saying that he seemed to be giving Marty special treatment by calling him disgusting only seemed to infuriate Gabriel, though he worked hard to keep his expression impassive and uncaring. He didn't bother replying to what he said, not wanting to give the man something else to twist around.
Gabriel blinked in surprise as the man jumped off the table and landed right in front of him. Before he could even react, Marty had hit his blade twice and then pricked his shoulder, so that he bled just a little bit. He completely ignored the pain, because that he could handle easily. Instead he just narrowed his eyes at the man, turned and aimed to ram the man with his shoulder, maybe throw him off his feet or at least make him hit the counter behind him with his back. If Gabriel had to fight back, he would try d*** hard not to use his sword, because doing that would no doubt only make him lose. No, he'd try use his fists or, in this case, his shoulder to win the fight. Not that he expected to win, but still.
"How would you know? Surely you haven't ever fought a woman, have you? That's despicable."_________________________________________ Words: 451 Mood: Eh Notes: Why do all my posts suck right now!? *dies* [/size]
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