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Post by ANTI-SHEEHAN on Dec 4, 2007 10:49:10 GMT -5
Inches from striking her, the axe was propelled by another burst of energy. A banshee-like spirit rose from the ground glowering at the three, as Desiree waited quietly in stance next to it. "If you value your lives, I suggest you back away,"
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Post by Legion on Dec 4, 2007 18:37:45 GMT -5
"I back down from no one witch king soldier" the creature said shooting another arrow at the girl "And I've never missed twice" he said smirking.
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Post by My hair is longer(K on Dec 5, 2007 6:33:42 GMT -5
Sigfried Drew his sword and flung himself between Deriree and the archer. He was ready to strike at any time. He lunged at the archer with halting speed.
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Post by ANTI-SHEEHAN on Dec 6, 2007 9:05:06 GMT -5
Desiree felt the archer knock his bow, but the arrow seemed to connect with something metallic in front of her. "What is this...?" she wondered, sensing her way to the side of the winged man. "Soldier," she acknowledged him, "For now, we fight for the same cause. Do not make me regret this."
She swung her staff at the archer, hoping for a divert to give her armored counterpart an opening.
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Post by My hair is longer(K on Dec 6, 2007 16:58:43 GMT -5
That was all sigfried needed. He sliced upward into the air with a deafening "Whoosh"((god, that's retarded)).
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Post by Legion on Dec 6, 2007 18:33:07 GMT -5
Suddenly realising that these were not witch king soldiers the archer yells "Stop"
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Post by ANTI-SHEEHAN on Dec 7, 2007 8:01:14 GMT -5
Desiree's head falls off. "OH CRAP HE WHOOSHED."
JUST KIDDING[/b]
Desiree willed her spirit to retreat, motioning for her ally to end his attack. "I sense no sentience in him any longer," she said, "our foe seems to have had us mistaken."
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Post by Oblivion on Dec 8, 2007 21:51:30 GMT -5
The hooded figure stood 60 meters from the spot of the conflict, watching he aimed his bow at the heavily buffed thing. He fely pitty that it was so stupid. He stopped, no he had to finish his job. One thing Morag was always known for was getting the job done. He launched the arrow and in a split second he was gone. Dissapering into the bush.
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Post by My hair is longer(K on Dec 9, 2007 8:28:53 GMT -5
Sigfried decided that if he wasn't fighting on Desiree's side, she might find out that he's there. H put his sword back into it's hilt and jumped again into the trees. When he attempted to fly though, he fell down into a little heap, his golden wing twitching. His ankle was broken. He couldn't move. He knew it. Desiree would find out that he was guarding her and he would never hear the end of it. So he just lay there waiting. Waiting for someone to come up and show him his destiny.
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Post by ANTI-SHEEHAN on Dec 9, 2007 17:11:06 GMT -5
Like lightning, Desiree leapt in front of Girgnorf, catching the arrow in the small of her hand. "We have an assassin on our hands," she gestured, nodding toward the bushes.
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Post by Oblivion on Dec 14, 2007 19:15:08 GMT -5
The assasin wispered something to himself in sand-script, unsheathed his short sword and screamed his death cry charging at the prey.
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Post by Legion on Dec 17, 2007 6:15:43 GMT -5
Grignorf pushed Desiree aside and charged as well swinging his axe towards the assassins head. Ever since that fateful battle with the witch king Grignorf had deadly procision and had never lost a battle.
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Post by ANTI-SHEEHAN on Dec 20, 2007 13:23:41 GMT -5
Desiree leapt to the middle of the two clashing fighters, positioning her staff between the two blades before either could clash. "Do not," she uttered, "there is no reason for such actions, are there? Can we not solve things through dialect?"
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Post by Oblivion on Dec 21, 2007 16:29:55 GMT -5
The assasin realizing he was trapped went to use his toxin but hessitated. I shall hear them out, maybe it could lead to an opening to attack the prey.
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Post by Legion on Dec 22, 2007 18:54:39 GMT -5
"Dialect is a fools way of solving problems," Girgnorf scorned, "and I will not rest until this threats head lies in the mud of the Frinborg swamps."
(Please, Cameron, try to illiterate your sentences. You know, punctuation, and a bit of elaboration.)
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