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Post by briala on Mar 19, 2008 22:12:51 GMT -5
One of Briala's daggers was locked with Fishrudder's blade, while the other sword swept down to her leg. Furrowing her brow in concentration, she jumped in the air at the perfect time, so she was above the blade when it would have hit her leg. She landed a few inches to the side of the blade and twisted her other dagger, so Fishrudder's sword was against the outwardly curving edge of the dagger. The sword lost it's hold on the wooden dagger, and she slid away, leaping a few feet back out of range of the swords. She paused for a second, breathing hard, before attacking again, this time twirling each dagger separately so one would hit his arm, and the other would catch him in the stomach.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 24, 2008 17:36:18 GMT -5
He shifted to the right, knocking the belly aimed blade to the side while alltogether dodging the other, he slashed forward with a sword. Right as he slashed down he lashed out with his leg, trying to catch her in the knee
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Post by briala on Mar 24, 2008 17:52:10 GMT -5
Briala dodged out of the way and tried a complicated move that should have flicked his sword out of his hand with one dagger, while catching the foot that lashed out at her with the other. However, she fumbled slightly, a mistake so small it couldn't be seen. However, one dagger twisted awkwardly around the blade of Fishrudder's sword, while the other narrowly missed his leg, but caused her to stumble back. Her balance was gone, and she fell back on the ground, twisting her ankle under her as she did so. She had lost.
Briala's face darkened, either in rage or disappointment, it was hard to tell. Without saying a word, she carefully examined her wrists, which were sore after wielding the daggers. Then she gently touched her ankle, satisfied that it wasn't swollen, and just sat on the ground, waiting for Fishrudder to gloat. She felt bile rise in her throat, and tears of disappointment pricked her eyes. God, she hated to lose!
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 24, 2008 19:31:32 GMT -5
Fishrudder watched as his swords completely missed, the otter had dodged back, except, midway through she had rolled her ankle. Fishrudder's face creased in worry. He tossed the swords back over to the pile. And walked the few steps to Briala, he held out his hand and said "Need any help getting up?"
OOC: Fishrudder's not a gloater
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Post by briala on Mar 24, 2008 21:23:11 GMT -5
OOC: Well dear Brial doesn't know that ;D
Briala looked at the hand Fishrudder offered her and, for a fleeting moment, considered, knocking it away and scrambling up on her own. And she would have done that, if he had been gloating. But it was more of an act of kindness, so she gratefully accepted the hand and hauled herself up off the ground, retrieving the wooden daggers and regretfully throwing them back on the pile, sighing in bitter disappointment. "I guess I'm not as good as I thought," she said weakly, attempting to smile. Another sigh of frustration, for she had wanted to actually spar so badly!
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 28, 2008 11:13:57 GMT -5
Heh, your good, but I have a feeling longswords will beat daggers almost any day. **He chuckled as he said this. How's your ankle?
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Post by briala on Mar 28, 2008 17:42:26 GMT -5
Briala grinned ruefully; she didn't think it was the weapon. It was a few weeks of no practice, combined with her tendacy to show off. If I hadn't tried that stupid move, I might have won, she thought wryly, readjusting the dagger sheaths on her belt.
"Hmm?" Briala had been in her own little world for a bit, and it took longer than usual for her brain to understand what Fishrudder had asked. When she finally did comprehend, she quickly did her fail-proof test for hurt feet: if she could walk, it was fine. She stepped forward a few steps, only wincing slightly. "Yeah, it should be fine. I just twisted it a bit." There was silence for a moment, the Briala asked, "So...what do I do now?"
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 28, 2008 17:47:44 GMT -5
I don't know, whatever you want to do **He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his bandoleer and put it back on**
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Post by briala on Mar 29, 2008 15:59:32 GMT -5
Briala thought a moment, before deciding she didn't want to go back to the barracks. Not quite yet. She began to wander around the training grounds, wondering boredly if there was anything she could do. She didn't really want to practice archery now, and sparring was clearly out out of the question...
"Well, do you have any ideas?" she asked Fishrudder, entering an old storage shack. She came back out a second later in a cloud of dust, sneezing and brushing off cobwebs. "Not much else to do," she coughed, shaking her head to dislodge a spider that had landed there. Instead of falling off, it crawled to the tip of her nose and sat there, making Briala go cross-eyed.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 29, 2008 16:15:30 GMT -5
**He thought to himself as she went into the ill-used storage room, he thought it was for old weaponry, wasn't sure though. She came back out with a spider on top of her head and sneezing. He walked over as the spider climbed down and Briala went cross-eyed. He plain laughed then reached over and flicked the spider off of her nose. He said** We could go to the tavern?
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Post by briala on Mar 29, 2008 16:31:36 GMT -5
Briala's eyes followed the spider as it soared through the air. "Nice one, went clear across the training grounds," she said appreciatively, quickly brushing the dust off herself. She considered his question, wrinkling her nose slightly. "The tavern? Don't think I've been there yet...sure, sounds fun." She beamed a grin, and would have set off to the tavern...if she had any idea which direction it was in. Instead, she waited for Fishrudder to start, so she could follow and pretend she knew where she was going. As usual.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 29, 2008 16:36:31 GMT -5
**He noted her nose wrinkle and said** It's not filthy, just what we call it. Okm then let's go, do you know where it is yet?
OOC: EEEK, BAD POST!
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Post by briala on Mar 29, 2008 16:41:09 GMT -5
~OOC: *shoots you* TEACH YOU TO MAKE A BAD POST!~
Briala pretended to think for a moment. "Um...nope, no idea," she finally said cheerfully. "Which means you'll have to lead the way. Is it very crowded?" she asked curiously, wondering if she should leave her bow and quiver behind. She found it was a bit annoying carrying them in indoor places, which was exactly what a tavern was. They had a habit of knocking things down, and hitting people in the head. However, if the tavern wasn't too small, she wouldn't bother putting them away.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Mar 29, 2008 16:55:20 GMT -5
OOC: hehe IC: Figures **He trailed off and then continued** Sometimes, grab your stuff, if you don't it'll be used **He chuckled at his past experience and waited for Briala to grab her bow and daggers.** It's pretty big and the food's better then the mess hall. We probably should check up on Gore too.
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Post by briala on Mar 29, 2008 17:01:51 GMT -5
Briala hurriedly grabbed her stuff; she couldn't even imagine how mad she'd get if someone used her bow and daggers...and broke them. But the tavern sounded nice. "That's great, I'm starving," she said enthusiastically, only just realizing how hungry she really was. Her face fell slightly at the mention of Dengoro; she could only hope he was okay. "Alright," she mumbled, following Fishrudder.
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