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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 9, 2007 18:42:15 GMT -8
"I am human." Peregrine said, "And it has been my trategy to never give up, always find a way out of a mess, since I usually will not win a fight by strength due to my small size. May I ask how you came to Erroterra, I have been here long and I may be of assistance reguarding to who or what you are trying to find."
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Post by boiz9 on Oct 10, 2007 2:32:08 GMT -8
Thorn followed the conversation by moving her head, waiting for the next verbal parry.
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Post by kaisen on Oct 11, 2007 12:29:03 GMT -8
Kaisen shifted, and smiled. "Heh... Well, to speak the truth, I came here about 3 years ago, but didn't join the academy until just recently. I don't reall know anybody. I am hoping to use my powers to one day own my own country. I would gladly accept your help after we finish this." he said, and suddenly rushed forward, and drove the sword forward toward Pippin's stomach.
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Post by boiz9 on Oct 11, 2007 14:13:52 GMT -8
Thorn sat up straighter wondering how Pippin would parry that move.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 11, 2007 19:32:39 GMT -8
Peregrine had known from experience that a fighter like this would not just give up fighting because he wounded, therefore he was ready for an ambuse of this type. As Kaisen rushed toward him, he jumped to one side, sucking in his stomach and jumping out of the way.
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Post by kaisen on Oct 12, 2007 18:01:35 GMT -8
Using his opponents momentum against him, he aimed a punch at the man's stomach. Pippin would have to block it because he was still in the process of dodging Kaisen's last attack. He reversed the sword, ready for a counter attack.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 12, 2007 18:14:40 GMT -8
Peregrine felt Kaisen's fist connect with his tomach. He toppled over, rolling on the ground. He got up and balled his right hand into a fist, sending a well-aimed right uppercut at Kaisen's lower jaw.
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Post by boiz9 on Oct 13, 2007 8:21:24 GMT -8
"ouch" Thorn flinches simpathetically.
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Post by kaisen on Oct 16, 2007 12:37:57 GMT -8
Kaisen took the blow, his head snapping upward. He grinned, and a little blood flow from his mouth. he spit as he brought his blade around at Peregrine's midsection. His rage was building, and if it went to the max, the fight would be over. He brought the blade around full strength, itching for blood.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 16, 2007 18:29:50 GMT -8
Peregrine felt the cold sword upon his midrift. He was pinned and beyond the help of his arms. But it was so unlike him to give up so easily, or to be beaten at all. He was no man's student. With a somewhat michievious grin on his handsome face, he shot his fire element out of his hand and up to his opponent's face. His was inches away already, so the fire wouldn't have far to travel.
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Post by kaisen on Oct 19, 2007 3:55:27 GMT -8
Kaisen turned his head and held up a hand, blocking the fire. It burned his hand, and he growled in rage. His rage was almost filled. He pulled his blade, one handed, and attacked again. It would have less power because his left hand was burnt, so he couldn't use.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 19, 2007 18:29:37 GMT -8
With a mighty effort, Peregrine wriggled out from underneath Kaisen's blade. He rolled over in the dirt, stood up, spat out a mouthful of earth, and turned to face his opponent, his weapon ready.
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Post by kaisen on Oct 19, 2007 19:15:06 GMT -8
Kaisen took a moment to examen his burnt hand. It would heal in a week or so, but was useless now. Kaisen sighed, and fire sprang up his blade, his rage taking control. He lunged forward, aiming a mighty cleave at Peregrine's head.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 19, 2007 19:18:50 GMT -8
Peregrine ducked his bow, rolling on the ground and skinning his elbows. He rolled over and swung his blade at Kaisen.
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Post by kaisen on Oct 22, 2007 13:01:23 GMT -8
Kaisen watched the blade come around, and saw it as though it were slow motion. At the very last moment, he moved his head back, the blade nicking his jaw. He sprrung forward, aiming a quick stab to Peregrine's chest, using his momentum of having missed a swing to his own advantage.
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