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Post by Max452 on Dec 2, 2008 19:51:09 GMT -5
Einar smirked. "You can try, cretin." Einar responded as he maneuvered his head by an inch or so to dodge the pike. "Let's see what you've come up seen the last time we encountered one another." He twirled his blades and took a fighting stance.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 2, 2008 22:03:09 GMT -5
"Bring it, you filthy traitor," Marcus declared, swinging his pike toward Einar's legs, angling it so that he was prepared to knock aside either of the swords instead if he needed to.
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Post by Max452 on Dec 2, 2008 23:23:34 GMT -5
Einar responded with an easy back flip to avoid the swinging pike and to gather some distance between them while he thought of a strategy.
"I think your twig isn't long enough, Marcus." Einar goaded.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 3, 2008 13:08:48 GMT -5
Marcus followed Einar's movements carefully, but this time did not attack. Let Einar take the offensive this time.
"Oh, I think it's long enough," he said, glancing at the twin swords in Einar's hand.
"Those, however, look like they're very easy to lose. Won't you consider something longer? Like a good broadsword perhaps."
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Post by Max452 on Dec 6, 2008 2:57:25 GMT -5
Einar smirked. "Appearances can be deceiving...besides, I get better range with these." He replied briskly. Tired of the "pleasantry" Einar leaped at Marcus, dodging the pike with one of his swords.
Stigandr watched the fight with dangerous eyes. If he felt that Einar couldn't handle it, he would charge with merciless force. He detested Marcus and wanted to tear his limbs apart...but not until Einar called for his aid...until then, he would resentfully watch.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 6, 2008 14:38:14 GMT -5
Marcus whirled around to the side as Einar lept at him, spinning the pike toward the man. His face was set in an intense scowl, determined to bring the man down. To help himself, he muttered a quick spell that effected the metal of his weapon, making one end glowing hot and the over so cold, frost began to gather on it.
"Come on, Einar," he goaded, "I would have though the king had trained you better than this."
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Post by Max452 on Dec 9, 2008 19:39:16 GMT -5
As Marcus maneuvered from him, Einar headed towards the ground, as he did, he somersaulted just in time to avoid the pike and an ugly decapitation. He had felt a searing aura and then a chilling one as the pike avoided his head. Landing, and tumbling forward, Einar quickly swerved to his right and twisted around so he was once again facing Marcus.
"That is way you were never good at thinking." He retorted, spitting some dirt out of his mouth before charging again. But not before placing spells on his sword that would make them magically stronger and durable than before.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 9, 2008 22:14:36 GMT -5
Marcus just smirked, then scowled as Einar charged again. He swung his pike to aim for Einar's arm, then switched to aim for the man's side, then last of all, spinning around Einar, toward his leg.
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Post by linea on Dec 11, 2008 21:07:34 GMT -5
Salian stood when he saw the fight break out, and then he smiled. Then he laughed, a crazed sound that did not suit him. The grating sound bounced off the mountain, and filled his ears, making him laugh harder. It took him a couple minutes of rocking back and forth to stop the laughter, and then he looked down again with a drawn look.
Torlynded watched him with keen gray eyes and rumbled deep in his throat with concern. You are ill, Salian.
Salian ignored him, staring at the people below with his jaw trembling slightly. How can I go on like this? Whatever devoured Torlyn is now attacking me. He gritted his teeth, and turned away from the ledge. He walked to the mountain face, placed his hand on the rough surface and stared up at the stars. "You don't care what happens to us down here!" he accused them. "You only stare at us with cold, unfeeling eyes and inspire us to rise to your level. But what can be gained by that? What strength do we get? Nothing." He grabbed a small chunk of rock sticking out from the main face and clenched his hand around it. With his Rider strength, he reduced the point to dust.
Withdrawing his hand, he opened it and looked at the dust for awhile. And all of our hopes, dreams, and visions turn to dust, he thought without feeling. Then he clenched his fist again and stared up at the sky. "Nothing is gained! Nothing! You can be the strongest man in the world and still have nothing. You can have a dragon that could fly you to the equally cold moon and gain nothing. Nothing!" He flung the dust from his hand and screamed at the stars. "Nothing!"
Torlynden stared at him with somber eyes. Something deep in him was stirring, warming his stone cold heart. He tried to analyze this new warmth while making sure Salian didn't hurt himself further. Truly he could do nothing for Salian, except be in his mind as a beacon of strength. But Sal didn't want him there. Shoved him away. Gave him the cold shoulder. The warmth in Torl's heart faded away again, giving way to a deep-seated pain which he again could not explain.
Then the a breeze stirred across the land, bringing with it new scents. He turned his mighty head eastward and saw the stars fade away, replaced by a veil of gray. Salian released another scream of pain, but he turned not his head, gazing at the slowly growing line. The dawn comes, he observed. But to what day? He looked down at the group in the clearing, knowing that they wouldn't be able to see even the gray for awhile. Then he returned to the sunrise. He stood as still as the breathing stone beneath him, a pillar descended from a line of great hunters.
Salian also turned his head east, and two tears slid down his face.
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Post by Max452 on Dec 13, 2008 4:09:05 GMT -5
Einar saw the combo attack immediately. Timing it right, he pressed his left foot onto the ground and pressed himself upwards and towards the right. Straightening his body in a vertical position, Einar began to twirl in the air, avoiding the attacks, but as he landed to the right, Marcus' last attack to his leg found its mark, barely. Einar felt the icy side of the pike chill and stab his leg. The pike grazed his leg, causing him to falter once he landed onto the ground. Stigandr gave out a roar, intending to attack, but Einar's sharp gaze at him stopped him short. This is my fight, my friend.
Stigandr's nostrils flared in response, angry that Einar held him back.
If he hurts you again, it will no longer be! Stigandr fumed.
Somersaulting, backwards, Einar tried to gain some distance from the outstretched weapon.
Looking briefly at his grazed leg, Einar once again turned to look at Marcus. I need to get that stupid twig away from him! It gives him the advantage of both far and close combat... Einar thought to himself as he analyzed the situation. This time, he decided to allow Marcus to make the offensive attack while he thought of a plan to rid him of that pike.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 13, 2008 11:58:29 GMT -5
Marcus smirked with satisfaction as Stigandr roared, knowing he had succeeded in injuring Einar. He lept to the side and twisted his pike so that he would hit Einar again, but then...another roar shook the air. This one, much louder than the one Stigandr had just given.
"Enough!" both Tismri and Ismrolde said. Tismri walked over to Marcus, green eyes burning.
"He doesn't want to go with you," she said, drawing her copper sword, "and you shouldn't force him to." Marcus growled and tried to side-step her, but she was too quick for him. She got in front of him again. He swung his pike at her, but she gracefully leaned back and caught the metal rod in the exact center. She wrenched it from his hands with elf-like strength and caused it to retract. She flicked her blade up to his throat and shoved the cylender back into his hand.
"Turn around and walk away. Leave him alone." Marcus and Tismri glared at each other for a while, then Marcus turned to Einar.
"We're not finished, you and I," he said, then stalked off into the night.
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Post by Max452 on Dec 15, 2008 20:09:07 GMT -5
Einar decided to bolt at Marcus, but Tismri intervened. He stared her with irritation on interrupting the fight, but glared with silence. He watched how she easily defeated Marcus and knew better than to mess with the Ancient Rider.
"No, we are not." Einar replied with a curl on his lip. He watched with a hint of eagerness to kill Marcus as he walked away, but decided against it. Placing his blades back into their sheath, Einar hobbled over to the fire and healed his wound with ease. He said nothing to Tismri, still angry that she stopped Marcus, and so, he thought it best to keep his mouth shut, for fear of incuring her wrath.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 15, 2008 23:08:33 GMT -5
Tismri turned away from Marcus as he disappeared into the forest. She went and sat by the fire, watching Einar with a curious expression, studying his face.
"You're angry that I stopped him," she said, leaning back a little once she reached that conclusion. "aren't you?"
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Post by Max452 on Dec 16, 2008 16:18:24 GMT -5
Einar made no attempt to hide his dissatisfied expression. "Aye. It was my fight." He stared at the fire, fuming over Marcus. If he could just get a chance to slit his throat...it would make him feel a whole lot better.
Stigandr huffed over. I for one, am not. You were foolish in not allowing me to fight. I could have crisped him into a sausage! He allowed Tismri to hear as he reprimanded his Rider.
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Post by Tismri on Dec 16, 2008 16:43:12 GMT -5
Tismri smiled a little at Stigandr's reprimand, then looked back at Einar.
"I hope you do appreciate just how difficult it is to fight someone with one of those pikes. I encountered one about fifty years before I left. It is impossible for a novice swordsman to defeat one who has been trained to use a pike, and nearly impossible for a trained swordsman. That is why I didn't attack him. I instead found the pike's weakness and pulled it from him. I suggest you learn how to fight against one of them before you attack...Marcus, was it? again.
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