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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jun 10, 2005 14:55:43 GMT -5
(OOC: Darn, that stinks)
Finnerator: *She draws her dirk and charges into the fray. Three fall to stones and arrows from the defenders behind the rocks and she takes advantage of the distraction to kill a vermin. Suddenly the vermin all draw back around one person in the center. She can't tell what's going on but keeps on fighting, taking down another. When she hears Yerpso's high pitched screech she turns her head to see what's wrong. Next thing she knows theres an arrow portruding from her chest. She falls back and starts to slip into unconciousness from the excruciating pain*
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 11, 2005 6:19:16 GMT -5
As the knife left Reyan's paws, Flame sidestepped and spun, and as he turned he pulled his sabres out of the deck and winced as the winced as the dagger nicked his back, just below his arm. Continuing the spin, Flame slashed at the foxes footpaws, and straight after that, he came in with his right sabre at waist hight.
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Post by hunter on Jun 11, 2005 9:10:51 GMT -5
The fox jumped to his left and brought his cutlass up to parry the blow from the sabre, dancing over the other as it swiped at his footpaws. Reyan pulled at the other knife, it was caught at an awkward angle between the wood and the small metal lock that served for privacy. Pulling hard on the handle, the otter braced a footpaw against the solid framework of the door, grunting lightly with exersion [sp?]. Mayzo's flicked his cutlass, releasing his grind against the sabre and stabbed his stilletto upwards at the cat's midrift, bringing the cutlass in again in a slash towards Flameclaw's chest. Reyan staggered backwards a step as he finally removed the knife from the door, slipping out silently and unnoticed. He sauntered over to a group of the crew who were standing on the deck drinking heavily, 'Might interest you that your cap'n's in there with a wildcat... 'E'd make a good slave you know...' the otter said casually, leaning on the rail as the five corsairs ran over to the small office. Mayzo grinned inwardly as he caught a glimpse of them over the wildcat's shoulder, giving no outer signs to his opponent of their approach.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 12, 2005 2:06:12 GMT -5
As the cutless and stiletto came towards him, Flame flipped backwards, kicking both footpaws up towards the foxes chin. As he was upside down, he saw the crew moving toward him, so when he landed, Flame spun, leaping towards the crew, a vortex of spinning sabres.
OOC: I know that that is g-moding, so just give him about two minutes to tire out. Then he'll start slowing down.
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Post by hunter on Jun 12, 2005 4:43:49 GMT -5
The fox recoiled backwards as the wildcat's paws connected solidly with his jaw, slamming his cutlass and paw down hard on the desk to steady himself. He glared up as the wildcat turned to meet the crew, leaving his back exposed to the Captain. 'Take him alive!' he snarled suddenly, hurling himself towards at cat as the crew beasts charged forwards, brandishing his stilletto in a slashing move diagonally across the cat's back. The 2 weasles and the 3 rats drew cutlasses also and set about trying to contain Flameclaw's attacks - one falling to a gash across his throat, head hanging by a thread. Reyan turned, still leaning back on the rail, only intending on getting involved in dire circumstances.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 13, 2005 3:44:13 GMT -5
OOC: Flame was spinning, there was no back shown at all.
As he continued his spin, Flame slashed at the fox's neck (left sabre), wincing as the stilleto scraped against his upper arm. As the stilletto slid off his shouder, Flame brought the hilt of his sabre down, right in the middle of the fox's wrist (right sabre).
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Post by hunter on Jun 13, 2005 10:47:47 GMT -5
OoC: Whatever...
Mayzo jerked back avoiding the slash at his throat, though catching the other attack deeply across his wrist - the blood appearing in a thin rivulette before dribbling down his arm and causing the fox to drop his cutlass. He grabbed his wrist with the opposite paw, immediately tearing at a sleeve with his teeth and blood-covered paw. Tightly bandaging the paw he held it up beside his muzzle - lessening the bloodflow to the paw and causing the blood around the wound to begin coagulating. Reyan wandered over, with Mayzo injured it was likely the crewbeasts would need a helping paw. He drew one of his daggers and snatched a long cutlass from an idling bystander, dodging around the side of the 5 corsair wall and avoiding the cat's sabres as he passed him, keeping Flameclaw walled in. The corsairs began to be pushed back, drawing th cat out from the cabin as Reyan pressured him from the back, slashing low at the Flame's legs.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 14, 2005 1:05:10 GMT -5
Continuing his spin, Flame slashed out at waist hight and and with his left sabre, he slashed at the relatively unprotected necks. As he came around, he jumped high, aiming a kick at the base of Reyan's sternum, luckily missing the slash at his knees. When he came down, he went right into a deep crouch, slashing at the forest of ankles around him, and without slowing his spin he completed his circle, throwing his head sideways to partially avoid a blow at his head, just scratching his ear and nicking his shoulder.
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Post by hunter on Jun 14, 2005 14:29:58 GMT -5
Reyan didn't bother to take a step backwards, knowing the kick would fall short due to the reach of the sabres and Reyan's lack of closeness to the cat. The otter jumped as the sabres swung low, anticipating the move as the cat had begun his landing. One rat growing cocky had aimed his cutlass in a long downwards slash straight at Flameclaw's left shoulder and missed entirely the blades at they spun, almost removing his footpaw. He hopped backwards, yelling manically and grabbing his hanging appendage. The rest managed to dodge the blades with maybe only a minor scratch or sore paw from an awkward landing. One ferret, a swarthy looking; highly trained fighter - snatched up the other's cutlass and brandished both towards the cat, a mocking glint in his eyes as he led the others out into the middle of the deck, daring Flameclaw to follow.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 15, 2005 3:25:42 GMT -5
Leaping away as the vermin pulled back, Flame crouched, then sprang, up, over the door, landing on the poop deck. "Hey, you, take this!" He called to the vermin below as he stabbed his sabres into the deck and started throwing his knives again, but this time not just four, but his entire crossbelts, dagger after dagger after dagger. They flew like steel rain, deadly, acurate rain. After he'd thrown about twenty daggers and knives, Flame grabbed his sabres and leaped down again, landing in a deep crouch.
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Streamsong Riverdance
Trainee
This is me and my parents lookin' for shimp. I'm the one farthest to the right.
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Post by Streamsong Riverdance on Jun 17, 2005 13:11:33 GMT -5
OOC: Can anyone tell me what's happening??
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Post by hunter on Jun 18, 2005 10:52:14 GMT -5
OoC: How about you read the topic?
The blades of the corsairs flashed as the deflected knives left and right - coming to the peak of their fighting. One of the rats fell to a knee, clutching his side where one of the blades had nicked him; the others stepping forwards to protect him until he was back on his paws. As the "rain" stopped, the ferret leapt forwards and swung his blades at the wildcat's face, dancing back lightly on his paws to avoid any counters. Mayzo and Reyan stepped out from the cabin, malice heavy on the air between themselves and Flameclaw's back. 'No use'n fightin' w're gonna git ye in the end, matey,' the Captain snarled, again raising his weapons and advancing; joined by the otter.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 22, 2005 2:58:53 GMT -5
Looking around carefully, Flame smiled a little as he said, "You might be right there, so what'll you do if I surrender?" Flame backed up, moving onto the poop and getting the wheel to his back.
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Post by hunter on Jun 22, 2005 11:33:05 GMT -5
'First, ye'll be thrown in with the other oar slaves... Break your spirit down with lack of food and only bilge juice to drink... The chains wearing you away to another wraithe... Then, should you survive you'll be reassigned somewhere abouts the ship...' the fox replied coldly, advancing on the cat, 'So drop yer weapons and I'll try an' make this painless...' a snide grin slipping its way onto his face. The four remaining corsairs kept themselves on a high-alert - despite this cat seemly coming around to their way of thinking they knew from experience it wasn't over until their captive was firmly chained.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 23, 2005 5:14:26 GMT -5
"If that's what you offer then go to hell!" Flame shouted as he leaped foreward, going completely beserk, his aim now to kill as many as he could rather than surviving. He slashed at Reyan's throat, bringing his other sabre up towards Mayzo's guts.
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