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Post by destiny on Nov 23, 2007 20:23:18 GMT -8
Destiny had found her way to the Arena. It was midnight, but she had not been able to sleep, like she often couldn't. She had decided to do some practice. She was not going to wake up on her first day in her new school feeling that everyone was better than she was at it. No, that would not do. So she had stepped out in the cold, mysterious night.
She was not afraid of the dark, but she might have scared someone had they seen her walking. She was small, pale and wore a white robe, with a platinum girth. Her cloak matched the color of platinum, and there was a blue and gold flash at her hip: her double edged sword. A double edged sword was quite unique, it cut from both sides. It took able hands to be able to use it. Destiny had able hands, all right.
She moved to the center of the Arena, pulling out her sword, causing a metal ring. Then, she fluidly started practicing, complex swordmanship, not noticing if anyone was nearby...
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Post by will on Nov 23, 2007 21:27:46 GMT -8
A boy, fast nearing his 15th birthday, climbed out of his castle window, as not to disturb anyone who might be asleep inside. Pulling on the rope hanging out of his window, he slide down until he landed, feet first, on the ground. The cool night air blew on his sleep-flushed face, making him feel more alive. With this new awake feeling activated within him, he set out at a swift run to the arena.
When he arrived there, he could see a figure, robed in white, a little ways away.
Perfect. He thought to himself, There is someone to spar with tonight. Silently, he drew his sword, only causing a quiet whisper of a metal sound to ring out into the night. Cat-like, he crept up behind the girl, his sword raised. As she performed one of her swings, he raised his sword and caught one of her swings behind on his own sword.
"You have some skill with the blade." he told her in his thick Scottish accent. He had a voice that was unusually deep and mature for someone who was only 15.
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Post by destiny on Nov 25, 2007 7:07:21 GMT -8
Destiny had been too engrossed, going from one move to another and then once again, smoothly, swiftly and agilely. Suddenly, she did a swing and then turned back and then was shocked to find that her sword met steel. In the shock, she nearly dropped the blade. As it went, she spun the blade and then pushed it back into it's scabbard, facing the boy who had challenged her blade. Without allowing any expression to touch her face, she said softly, "Do you wish to spar me?"
Destiny was 14, pale and short and somewhat delicate looking, but she had some spirit in her. As it went, she was quite mysterious. She was examining the boy closely. She thought he was about her age, but he sounded much older, and looked a little older as well. But then, most 13 year olds would have looked a few years older than her. She took a deep breath, not tired, but somehow feeling an unrest within her. "Thank you," she whispered softly, in her clear but low voice.
She pushed back her hair, which had come lose and was flying all around her face. She looked different when she had her hair open: she looked almost attractive, much more attractive than when she looked with it tightly pushed back like it usually was. Her face, for once, had something of a rosy glow from the exertion, but her deep gray eyes were as expressionless as they always were.
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Post by will on Nov 25, 2007 23:12:10 GMT -8
“I do wish to.” The boy said in his deep voice. He turned and walked a few paces away from her, before he turned around and asked,
“I presume that you have engaged in a duel before, am I correct?” He asked politely, running a hand through his dark brown hair, which he kept usually short for a Silmaril Knight, as a way of kept it out of his face when he was fighting. “If you haven’t, its no matter.” He added. Then he turned to face her, lifted his blade up to his forehead and bowed low to her, yet not exposing the back of his neck in case she was an enemy. As he straightened up to his original standing position, he made eye contact with her and waited for her to either bow or attack, bowing being the polite and civilized action, and attacking being considered the more barbaric. Never the less, he was ready for either.
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Post by destiny on Nov 26, 2007 4:44:53 GMT -8
Destiny stood there, watching him closely, and yet her gray eyes eerily displayed no emotion. That was simply because she wasn't thinking, just observing. Quietly, she nodded and said, "Then let us begin." She let the hint of a smile touch her lips as she heard his question. "No, I have not been in a duel before, but I have read a lot and learned a lot, and it would be wrong to underestimate me because I have no experience." Her voice had that edge, like she was talking out of an old novel, because most of the words she had learned from those old books, and not by interacting with people.
She also knew most of the customs, but not much about people, so she bowed to him, not even thinking that he might attack her, not heeding the customs. She then looked into his eyes, her eyes lit up in what seemed to be a mixture of passion, tragedy, old memories and determination. It displayed, perhaps for the first time since her parents had died, her spirit. She pulled out her sword elegantly, she thin sword looking apt in her small, pale hands and then waited for him to attack.
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Post by will on Nov 27, 2007 23:28:41 GMT -8
Will smiled slightly, almost bitterly as the girl bowed to him, and then he brought his blade farther away from his face and began to circle her, crossing one foot over the other in traditional fencing foot placement. His black leather boots were scuffed and worn, but they were light and made no noise on the ground, they were the boots of a thief; stealthy, silent, and light. Will was hardly a thief anymore, but he still acted like one, much to Peregrine’s dislike.
Experimentally, but not quite timidly, he reached out with blade to brush hers extremely gently. A gentle, almost pathetic sound of metal clashing with metal suddenly rang through the air. The blow was not very strong, but it was merely a test to see how she would react. Would she parry the blow with gusto? Would she roll her eyes and walk away? Her actions were yet unknown to Will, who was ready for this girl to be any kind of fencer, he was that skilled in the art of wielding a blade.
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Post by destiny on Nov 28, 2007 3:15:29 GMT -8
Destiny did not move, even as he circled her, but her calm gray eyes followed his every move, she was prepared. She took a single step back, till she was facing him. His blade brushed with hers, and she held it firm in her hand, but immediately moved back a few steps, with sleath and with very little noise, though she did not make as little noise as he did. He was strangely quiet. She wondered why he would perfect such a skill. It was surely not the most useful of all skills, though it might be useful.
She attacked swiftly, deftly and well, but then, she once again moved back in a defensive pose. There wasn't much strength in that attack, but it was quick and had good technique. It was a simple technique, not at all unique, but rather somethign she had got out a book. She wondered if it had done any damage. ((OOC: You must decide whether it did or not)) She turned, facing him, observing quietly, ready in her defense.
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Post by will on Dec 1, 2007 22:29:31 GMT -8
With a flash, Will brought his blade forward and parryede the blow, watching the girl’s sword slide off his own and watching her return to her original position. She was timid, not educated in swordsmanship, he discovered and he grinned mischievously, raised his blade and attacked.
His first blow came crashing down with immense force, his blade coming towards her, filled with both momentum and speed. His blade and his desire to win this duel were unstoppable, the only person in the world who could possibly beat him (that he knew of) was Diamond, and she was fast asleep… He waited to hear the sound of metal clashing against metal as he swung his weapon at hers.
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Post by destiny on Dec 3, 2007 3:16:02 GMT -8
Destiny saw the grin, and she thought she could guess what had happened. He had underestimated her. Now her chance would come. There is no more foolish enemy than the one who underestimates you, and there is no better opponent than the one who judges you just right. Most people underestimated Des. She was that kind of girl, quiet and defensive, pale and somewhat fragile-looking. The people who underestimated her often never realised what hit them. In a twisted way, it was her most powerful weapon.
She saw his blade come to hers, as if in slow motion. At the last moment, when everyone expected the blades to clash, she side stepped it and then used the momentum to attack again. She knew her strength would not last if it came to sword-against-sword battling, so she chose to go in the less trodden path when it came to fencing. Suddenly, her right arm went to her left shoulder, which was bleeding a little. She had not been able to side step the blow completely. In fact, it had grazed her. She winced and retreated a little, trying to block out the pain, waiting to see if her attack had been succesful.
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Post by will on Dec 16, 2007 21:50:00 GMT -8
A sharp exhalation of breathe escaped Will as he felt her blade cut his skin mildly. Like a wild animal, he sprang away from her and her painful weapon, but he only sprang back to attack again. But he did not strike immediately, instead he circled her, his rapier held ready unless he would need to parry an attack. Instinctively, almost, his feet sought out foot holds on the smooth ground. He was a natural at fencing, he had even beaten Peregrine, once.
((sorry its so short, I’m getting my muse back.))
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