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 Post subject: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
PostPosted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 1:02 pm 
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Thelranor walked forwards, the same way he had been going for the rest of the day. He had made his way away from the cursed, stinking, and now partially destroyed town. He had slept poorly in the inn but over the course of a few weeks he had recovered fully from his grievous injuries. He was out looking for the priest, Gabriel he had called himself, to exact his revenge. He and Infineon had parted over a week ago, for he had recovered faster, and Thelranor felt no need to stop him.

Thelranor walked away from the town, he was on a wide road, that through a thick wood. It would have originally been thick and almost impassable, but over the years the dwellers of the port town had slowly logged the trees for ships and buildings in the process clearing the path for this road. To the northwest there was the town he had come from, and the road continued deep into the distance in the opposite direction almost perfectly straight. To either side of the road were clumped stumps that slowly changed to trees as you travelled further out, in less than 100m the forest had become thick and tangled, but still passable. In the centre of the road the sunlight was strong so Thelranor walked off to the side, skirting the edge of the eastern trees to protect his eyes.

Thelranor pulled a card from his under his cloak, and practiced the new method of using his seals he had taught himself while injured. Thelranor had been virtually bedridden and had practiced some new tricks. One of these was his seals which now took the form of blank playing cards, for he had managed to rekindle a tiny amount of his former power in order to emblazon the seals magically.

Thelranor heard a quite scuffle to his left, and instinctively grabbed his crossbow from where it was sheathed under his cloak spun to face the noise and loosed a bolt, he heard a gargled chirp, and a soft thud, and calmly began to reload his crossbow, stepping into the forest, for a large bird could provide him with dinner tonight. He crouched among the trees looking at the ground, searching for his kill while he reloaded his crossbow. He hoped that he would not encounter any travellers on this day’s journey, for he was sick to death of the stinking humans, and any other races deep seated hatred of his race, almost as strong as his own, could not end well if they were to see admittedly well concealed skin.

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 1:16 am 
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(I hope you don't mind me bunking in with you. No one was joining my battle. =P Hope I can live up to your quality and activeness expectations! I'll try my best, should you want me to, but I haven't battled for a while. ^^ )

Tyzrk had left a rather populated city before the sun had past its morning horizon. In her pack she carried a rather important parchment concerning plans for a new weapon Tyzrk had been working on. Unfortunately, the local blacksmith denied Tyzrk to work on the weapon she had planned - not for the amount of bread and wine the price she was offering was worth, anyway. The elven girl was left with no choice but to travel to another city, where hopefully the blacksmith would be more lenient on his pricing, and where people would trade gold for errands, if the he isn't. The paper of her plans laid comfortably concealed in one of her pockets, her weapons blooming from her back. It had been a full week of comfortable, peaceful travel for the elven girl, and she hoped that her luck would continue. For the most part, her bundle of weapons had intimidated most potential attackers from approaching. But the rumors she heard about that city had proved to be true: Namor had been a peaceful city, and nothing if not peaceful and charming, though still powerful enough not to be taken advantage of. This morning however, she felt the need to depart from this nice settlement. "More creeps during the night - more travelers during the day." she thought, motivating her to travel where the mixture of the two seemed to trail off: morning. The trip to the next city was longer than she had thought, however, and by the time she had gotten very far distant from the city, the sun had already crawled its way above her head.

Heading forward with her was her forest sprite friend, Xhercfa. She floated around Tyzrk, her body resembling a small, floating, green light bulb. Her flying around was carefree almost as much as it was cautious and observing. From time to time, the two would exchange a small, quiet conversations, usually ending within four spoken words. The two have learned not to talk too much on their travels; not if they don't want aggressive passerbys knowing they were there. Once Tyzrk had noticed the gradual increase of trees, as well as the decrease of road, she took it as an invitation away from the hot sun, and to be adventurous in the thick, tricky forest. She tried traversing through the woods, which was hard at some times, thanks to her weapons that would poke out just enough so that she couldn't pass between thick trees. On one occasion in particular, Tyzrk's bowmerang weapon had caught snug between a growing tree's branch and a bush. Due to its extreme curvyness and the fact that the weapon had been tied to her back with a strap that was snapped with all of her other equipment, Tyzrk had an especially difficult time picking it out from the entangling evils of quiet nature. After she had somehow untied the seemingly endless roots and vines from her bow, another snickering root had tripped Tyzrk who, in desperation of being off balance, had reached out for a tree in front of her, only to be suspended in the air by a branch sticking through her giant hula-hoop-like Framma Ring, also attached to her back.

After finally freeing herself, she continued her stride forward, cautious of any hazards, including uneven terrain and dried leaves and twigs. That was when the sound of a loud twang! caught her ears. From what her ears could tell, it wasn't aimed at her direction. Still, it alarmed her, and she dropped to her knees, hiding under a tree that was behind the direction of the noise. Hearing it hitting something, she gave off a heavy, almost forced sigh as she heard footsteps trailing away. "Someone's here.. Definitely." She slowly started to get up again, careful not to make any sudden noises, for she may be the next target of the twanging noise. "The less people I meet.." she thought, feeling her breath gathering pace and intensity, "The better.. In fact-" There was a noise of leaves crinkling under her feet. Her eyes widened, her lungs freezing at the moment, and her brain reciting all of the nasty four and three letter words she could think of.

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
PostPosted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:06 pm 
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Thelranor carefully turned the crank on the side of the crossbow, pulling the string taut and ready to be fired [Crossbow Mastery]. He ripped his bolt from the breast of the bird, and carefully measuring its weight lifted from the ground. He judged it would easily feed him tonight, and depending on the amount of bones, maybe more. He was preparing to begin plucking the bird so he could carry it when he heard a rustle. This time it was not the sound of feathers and leaves falling. This time it was the sound of something, something big, stepping on something. Careful not to lift his feet, Thelranor turned to face the noise.
Thelranor figured on his chances. It could be a large mammal, but he doubted it. It was indeed far more likely for the source of this noise to be humanoid, and in a world such as this one in which he lived and breathed, even more likely for a sole traveller such as the one he would likely encounter to be armed and skilled in combat.

Thelranor weighed up his options, and decided that no matter the source of the noise, it seeing him first couldn’t be good. Sadly relinquishing his night’s dinner, he carefully positioned his arms hurling the bird in a sad mockery of life. He hoped that the movement and noise of the bird would catch the creature off guard and give him a chance to improve his position.

As soon as he released his meal, he grabbed his cloak and pulled it tight against his body, pressing himself into the shadows of the tree. He had no doubt that if the noisy creature has vaguely humanoid, it would have worked out his presence, but hopefully his distraction could buy him enough time to conceal himself slightly before he was spotted. As he settled into position he levelled his crossbow back towards the path and the noise and waited.

At best the animal would simply move on, and Thelranor would be able to reclaim his dinner, and maybe even hunt said animal, while at worst the fearsome warrior of legend would smite Thelranor for being one of the hated race, and bring a swift and painful death upon him. Neither of the extremes were likely but the ’happy medium’ has certainly not happy, for Thelranor’s paranoia had got him into a sticky situation and the best he could do was hope, plan and pray to whatever god was favouring him on this day.

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
PostPosted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:34 pm 
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Tyzrk had kept a frozen position for a few seconds, like a deer staring at incoming headlights. The seconds in which she had waiting seemed to fade into hours and hours on end, each thump of her heart telling her to move out of the way, to run as fast as elvenly possible, to take cover should the same noise that she had heard before come her way. She couldn't chance moving though; the crinkle under her feet would definitely sound again, a sigh of relief the leaf should let loose should give away her position even more. Then, at that moment, on those painful seconds of anxiety, something had made her jump like an arachnophobic turning on the lights to a spider-infested room. She saw something flying at her direction - and fast. Not allowing herself enough time to look at it again, her brain automatically assuming it be a doom-bringing projectile, she had pressed her feet against the ground, and like a spring bring sat on by some fatass, leaped quickly for cover, her mind not thinking or caring about any noise that she could make upon landing. If he had already known she was there to shoot something else, she reasoned, why care for sneakiness anymore?

She had landed in an unfortunate bush, instantly pissing her off again as she had just worked painful minutes plucking herself out of plants prior to being 'shot' at. The noisy rustling of leaves and branches alarmed everything within a twenty meter radius, further increasing her anger in her unthoughtful plans. Taking a deep breath, she moved as slowly as she could from the bush, the persistent plant still tugging at her in a noisy protest. Picking leaves off her hair, she noticed her breath had not slowed its pace. After realizing she could have been shot at, she looked out to see which tree had the 'arrow' stuck itself into. Not seeing anything piercing the tree barks, she assumed maybe it was a projectile of arcane energy. Plausible, she believed, but it would at least leave a dent on a tree or the ground even - unless her assaulter was a very untrained wizard. Squinting around a bit more, she found that where she had stepped on the leaf previously, her foot was replaced with what seemed to be a dead, blood-dripping bird. If the bird hadn't died the instant it had been pierced,- which Tyzrk could easily depict just from a glance at its wound - it certainly died on impact on landing on the ground a second time.

Glancing at the corpse with as many milliseconds as she could, she tried to infer what kind of weapon he was using: It was most definitely a bow of some sort. The arrow was missing though; the person must have plucked it out prior to throwing the poor guy. Without the arrow, Tyzk couldn't tell what kind of bow it was - which would lead to knowing how skilled, and most importantly, how dangerous, the opponent may be. Throwing the bird definitely didn't seem to be a gesture of kindness, and the elven girl gulped at the thought of the same gaping wound appearing on her body - again. The word again going through her mind seemed to give her a jolt. She had just recovered from a near-death situation involving a certain orcish warrior, and she didn't want to go through that whole mess again. Strategizing many things to do under different situations, Tyzrk inhaled deeply, deciding that it would be best to call out to whoever had threw the bird at her.

"H-Hey.. Whoever is out there.." she hesitated, and tried to mask her voice to sound a bit more manly - ambiguous, at best, "I don't want any trouble.. I'm just here, passing by.."

She then saw her sprite friend flying about, slowly floating down to Tyzrk's shoe. It would be a huge risk to try and scout this unknown person, both of them knew that. But Xhercfa's small body and agile swiftness had led her to fly towards the direction they assumed the person had stood from. Xhercfa tried to move slowly under bushes, and quickly when free of branches, trying best to hide particularly in bushes that had ample sunlight beaming down from holes in the canopies above. After a while, Xhercfa had decided that the person had either ran away after tossing the poor creature - which would have been nice, considering both he (or she) and Tyzrk could just get back to their lives, traveling in parallel paths once again - or is very adept to hiding - which would be all sorts of bad.

(lol, I just realized I unintentionally made a pun. =P )

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
PostPosted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 11:50 pm 
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The bird he had thrown had certainly had its desired effect. The creature was definitively humanoid, and more importantly hadn’t spotted him immediately. He began to relax for his position was now a great deal more favourable than it had been at first for now he had the biggest advantage he could wish for in what he had decided would mostly likely become a fight. Stealth. It was just as Thelranor was thinking this that a voice rang clear through the forest.

H-Hey.. Whoever is out there.. I don't want any trouble.. I'm just here, passing by..."


The voice was not unpleasant but was not particularly clear, and certainly hesitant. Thelranor perked up even more, for this voice told him several things, first the were either a female trying to sound male, a small child or possibly guy with an odd voice. More importantly it told him to main things that sealed this fight. First the warrior he faced his either inexperienced, or un-prepared for no true warrior would sound so hesitant. And second this warrior had committed a crime punishable by death in almost all cases. It was elfish.

Thelranor had learned the sound of an elfish voice, for their voice boxes were far more advanced than any other race on this strange world, and he was certain that this voice belonged to an elf which meant death to it. Although he could not distinguish the exact race of elf, be it sylvan, high elf or drow, the owner of the voice deserved to die. Especially since they had cost him his dinner.

Weighing up his options Thelranor decided that his best option was simply to wait. He had no real attacking opportunity so he was relying on the elf to either assume he had left, and leave him or herself open, or to come looking for him so he could surprise them. Either way he would just have to wait and let the elf make the first move.

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
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Tyzrk stood still for a while, forcing her heavy breath to a silent hum. She felt her heart thumping out of her chest, her hands involuntarily rubbing against the bark of the wood she hid against. With no response to her answer, she could conclude one of two things: the person throwing the dead bird had bolt following chucking his meal, or, a very uneasy feeling pulsed her mind as she thought this, the person had decided not to abscond, but to instead hide in silence as she would soon begin moving again. Xhercfa had flown back to Tyzrk just as fast as she had left, and by not telling Tyzrk anything, she could only infer that her sprite friend had not retrieved any information. This didn't help her current situation; in fact, it only emphasized both possible situations. She tried to sigh as silently and as deeply as she could, closing her eyes and trying to deal with the immense pressure she was feeling right now. If only she got a straight answer, if only the guy had only decided to show either his face or tail, this would make things much easier for her. For now, she was suffering under a great mind game, which was ironic, seeing as how females were usually the advantageous ones in mental warfare.

Tyzrk tapped her foot on a dead patch of dirt, weighing her options as one would a delicate experimental substance on a balance. Several times she had considered a very risky take of action, but as the seconds ticked and thumped in her heart, a consideration soon became reality as she started to leave her post, walking as if she had decided there was no longer a threat in the forest. If there was someone indeed stalking her, she hoped this would draw them out. It didn't even have to be a direct, eventual assault; just a rustling of the bushes was all she needed. This drove her over the edge though; she was very jumpy, and gasped at the sounds of her own feet. She tried to keep her mind thinking that there was no one there, but stayed on the very tip of her toes, more than anticipating an assault from just about any and every direction. She trailed the forest, continuing her path, but wary and hesitant at every dark corner. She grabbed her Bladed Bow, rubbing her thumb up and down the metal shaft in nervousness, her ears always perking.

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
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Thelranor waited quietly, barely daring to breathe. His cloak covered all if him but his hands and his eyes, and through the opening he watched carefully as the elf slowly stepped out of cover, a green light floating by what he could discern as her shoulder. He as quietly as possible reached into his pocket and grabbed a card, then at the same time lifted the crossbow he had reloaded, and aimed levelled it at her.

Before he fired he contemplated the light. It wasn’t red the like fire powers of the fire mages, they relied on the physical elements, and green fire wasn’t one of those. Thelranor assumed it was a wizard, or some form of power he had yet to witness, but it still made him wary of any kind of magical blast. He levelled his crossbow and carefully aimed, Releasing a bolt instantly putting his crossbow away, and drew his dagger instead, his left hand still clutching the card, and his legs poised to spring, for the *twang of the string would surely give his position away, and Thelranor did not particularly wish to still be there when it exploded.

He was ready for whatever might come his way, and was prepared to bring this fight to fruition, and get over with the stealthy hidey stuff. That was the work of his old people, and though he had some skill in the area, he did not particularly wish to follow that path, for he despised what he had been.

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(Sorry for being late, I am not feeling that great these days. Though I guess I shouldn't be saying excuses up here.)

Tyzrk had continued her stride, careful about any noises - making or hearing them. Her entire body felt coiled up like a spring, her muscles collapsing in on her body. Walking down the path, her ear picked up something. A very audible, very evident, *Thwang!* was heard from behind the trees. In an instant, Tyzrk's mind ran through thousands of questions. From what direction did the noise come from? Was that a weapon, or an animal trap? Was that noise just a figment of her paranoid, crazy imagination? But something inside her made her want to jump. It was more than she could stand, and before even a second had passed, Tyzrk leaned forward, leaping with her arms out in front of her. Dropping her bow a split-second before landing, she rolled on the ground nearly uncomfortably to recover her stance. She looked at where she was previously standing, her vision blurring back to proper focus, to look for anything that might have justified her jump, and not make her look paranoid and crazy. There was nothing. If it was an arrow, which her ears were almost certain of, it had probably shot through several other trees. Xhercfa flew up to her, asking if she was alright. Tyzrk answered with only a nod, stabbing her bow into the ground to support her as she got up. Taking a deep breath, Tyzrk drew an arrow, looking through the trees. If someone did shoot her, they most likely weren't at that same position anymore.

Clutching the arrow tight between her index and middle finger, she started walking again. Her steps were faster, her eyes darting, her breath forced to a stop at time to inspect the leaves for any other sound. Time had made her tick, and after being drawn to her edge, she had stopped walking. She realized that the only way out of this mess was to face it head on (Apply directly to the forehead..). She turned around, nocking (I forgot how to spell it, is it just knocking?) her arrow, ready to pull the string or jump out of a second projectile's path in an instant. Something was really making her mad today, and she sure hoped it was a person. If this whole situation ended up being all in her mind, she was going to punch herself in the face. Despite being in the shade, her face was covered with sweat, and she could feel her right leg involuntarily shaking. She considered shouting out to her stalker again. It was safe, she thought. If someone was there, they'd know she would be ready for combat, and would end the foreplay. If no one was there, no fight at all, and she could resume her path with her knuckles in her cheeks. But alas, she had remembered the last time she had no answer before, and something had sure attacked her back there. She couldn't think of any other object than that made by technology's hands that made that noise.

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(Not really feeling the battle yet, posting well get more regular when I get into it. Sorry for the slowness thus far.)

Thelranor noticed the conspicuous lack of explosion, and began to relax. He reloaded his crossbow with a practiced and methodical speed [crossbow mastery] and returned it to its position on his back. He grasped his dagger in his right hand, and turned quietly on the spot in order to face roughly the direction where he expected the elf to be, he lowered himself into a sprinter’s crouch, ready himself and waited for any sign of retaliation.

It seemed that nothing was coming his way, and so carefully turning his head, he noticed some sign of movement, and without waiting to think about the possibilities, he began to sprint towards the direction he assumed the elf was, his curved dagger held at the ready and his steps swift and well placed, prepared to leap to either side as he ran. He opened his mouth and let forth an eerie battle cry hopefully shocking the elf into a state of panic because of the change of pace of the battle. “The Rage of the forsaken is upon you young elf-ling” He screamed “You had your chance, now feel the wrath of those hated by the light and the dark alike”

He broke cover into the thinner forest, still in shaded tree cover, but with a tree line less dense and turned his head to search for the elf that had caused him all this trouble. Come out foolish elf let us get this battle started. Thelranor turned on his heel his eyes searching wildly when he heard the sound of a movement of a body and heavy breathing, he began to start sprinting towards the sound dagger raised and face set in a scowl reminiscent of a demon streaming from the gates of hell. One looking at him from outside now would see anger and hate, for those were the only emotions left to Thelranor after his exile, and they brought about the meaning of his life.

Thelranor had not yet formulated an attack plan but simply intended to attack with the flow of the battle and roll with the tide of battle, as far as he was concerned this battle had just started and his maniacal homicidal charge was simply another wave in the tide. If the elf made no attack he would simply continue with a simple stabbing slash with his dagger, otherwise he would react as he saw fit to the elf's reactions.

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Tyzrk stood with her bow and arrow in hand, ready for anything. The second her eyes noticed something move, her entire body twitched, rushing into a ready position. Something had been moving in the distance, but the figure was too far away and the woods were too thick to see what it was. Only until she had heard the demonic - or a disguised demonic, as Tyzrk had guessed - voice of a man did she understand that her paranoia wasn't in vain. "Please explain to me what chance I had to avoid you to begin with!" Tyzrk yelled with a tint of irritation in her voice. Without warning, a much more clearer figure had appeared in the shadows of the trees. His body had been barely obscured by the trees, his head tilting for sight of her. He was going to drop the hiding act - for now, at least. That or he had grown overly cocky of his hiding abilities, which have sent Tyzrk into a distressed state so far. Now that he was in sight, however, she wouldn't let him get away. Before she had lifted a muscle, the man broke into a sprint towards the elf. She didn't expect an answer from the man anyways. Her eyes tried to make out every detail of him as he stepped out of the shadows, but it was as if the shadows had followed him into the light. His clothes were dark, if not pitch black, as with his dark, ebony skin. As she lifted her bow, she noticed something gleaming in the sunlight. Perhaps it was a dagger, or maybe small, poison-filled needles. She had stared at her new opponent in hopes of finding something conspicuous, but only that shine of metal would give him away, and she doubted he would have weapons out of his cloak at all times. In short, if he had gone hiding again, the mind games would start all over again.

Tyzrk feared she had taken too much time in reading her enemy, and without delay, aimed the arrow at what she hoped would be the man's chest. Her fingers let go of the arrow, sending it soaring at her opponent. She didn't even hear the sound of the string as it released the arrow, her gulp had rendered the thwang inaudible to her ears. This was an easy shot, she expected the man to dodge her arrow: she had simply took too much time in readying her fire. He should have seen her attack from light-years (lol Pokemon) away, and it was so obvious that even Tyzrk had thought of ways he would evade her attack. Instead of running away from the opposition as she usually would do at this time in battle, she decided against it, knowing that it would produce a situation opposite of favorable. Holding the bow's body with both of her hands, she started to charge at the man, rushing at him right behind her arrow. Behind the trees and away from the action, Xhercfa waited patiently, observing the battle. Now understanding how she couldn't find the man before, she flew around to possible places the man could run away from Tyzrk and hide in, just in case he would try and pull a fast one of them. She had her eyes on him, and with her being her own personal, portable light, he'd be walking into a trap should he decide to hide in her direction.

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As Thelranor rushed towards the elf’s position the elf slowly lifted, what seemed to be some form of bow, although the odd metal pieces attached to its end confounded him. She quickly released an arrow, with such skill that he could clearly discern years of practice.

One of those ranger types. Odd for a race as ‘Highborn’ as this. Still a high elf is a high elf.

Watching as the arrow hurtled towards him Thelranor quickly deduced its target, his chest. Without missing a step, he changed his pace stepping short and to the right as the arrow drew close, about 10 metres from the elf the arrow just seconds away. As it drew ever closer Thelranor pushed off his rear left foot, using his momentum to throw him into a crouch, and under the path of the arrow, before continuing on his sprint. The whole manoeuvre took just a few seconds, and he never stopped his movement, just slowed.
As he returned to his standing sprint, he noticed the elf already running towards him, just moments away. He reacted swiftly [Master assassin’s training] bringing his dagger out wide in an arc over the bow and what he could now see were blades affixed to its ends. As his right hand and curved dagger headed towards the elf’s left sholulder and breast, his left hand clutched the blank card. As subtly as possible, a small runic symbol appeared on the blank face [Weighted seal] . It was the ancient symbol for burden, in a language that had centuries ago been lost to time, and was now used only for the power it held. For the dagger was but a feint, and as his hand got level with the bow, he swung his left hand out to grab his opponents right attempting to do so quickly and silently [Sleight of hand], and brought his right hand crashing down into the blade of the bow.

If things transpired according to his plan the small female elf archer would be surprised by the change in attack, and the dagger would collide with the bow coming up to block, throwing her off balance and allowing him to affix the seal to her hand or forearm. This seal would at the least throw her accuracy and power of her arrows well off, if not stop them completely.
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Tyzrk examined the man's movements, watching him as he dodged her arrow without once losing his momentum. He was flexible, and reacted fast. He also seemed to hide better than her as well - she needed more than her average tactics to win this battle. With that in mind, she ran towards the man, her arms bracing for impact. As the man lifted his dagger, a plan formed in Tyzrk's head. Once he had used his dagger to block the blade, she would quickly bring the blade back, swinging the second blade at him while he recovered from the block. Lifting her bow up, she swung her blade, her plan just ready to go into action. She had never, however, considered that the man would do something with his second hand, and by the time she realized she had no clue what he could have had under his cloak, it was too late: the man had maneuvered past her. Before she could react, her blade met his dagger, and the man moved closer. With his dagger at a different angle, her bow tilted at an awkward angle. She was unable to swing her blade as she had planned to, and accepting her stupidity, she only hoped a second dagger wasn't in the man's free hand. Feeling something touch her right arm sent countless signals to her brain, telling her once and again that she had to react quickly. Using the momentum of the blade's impact, she adjusted her weight behind her, rolling away from the man. Doing a simple backwards somersault, she sat on one knee, glancing at her arm. There, a seal stuck against her arm like a pea soup (wait SHIT). A single character printed on the paper caught Tyzrk's eye, considering there wasn't much else to look at. It didn't look like it was written with ink, and the symbol was unknown to Tyzrk's language knowledge. Her eyes widened, fearing the many curses or spells it could mean. She held the bow in her right hand, and with her left hand, she attempted to rip the paper off. The seal was very sticky, leaving Tyzrk to wonder if the man had layered the paper with superglue. With her really not wanting to find out what the seal had meant, she was able to peel half of it before she felt its immediate effect. Her arm dropped like an anchor on a cheap sailboat, her body almost falling over to its' unusual weight. Leaving the paper half-ripped, she regained her stance before she gave the man a chance to attack her.

She weighed (A hur hur) her options. Her hand still held her bladed bow, but what used to feel a few pounds now felt like she was supporting a knights' full plate armor on one arm. Surely if she had tried to move her right arm, it would throw her body off. She wondered then if she could use her arm as an increase in momentum should she swing it. For now, she had considered investing training her left hand fighting skills, as her left hand would not be sufficient in using her Bladed Bow now. An idea then ticked her mind once more. She had a new weapon, one that would save her if she could pull things off right. At the thought, she cussed once more: it was a weapon for her right hand. And the only weapon for her left was her Magical Bow, and that needed a right hand to pull the arrow. She certainly didn't have stability in her arm to pull back an arrow and aim properly, so she thought of her other weapons. A boomerang would be totally stupid given the surrounding area, which consisted of woods as thick as a post-it note (Wait, SHIT). She grimaced at the only weapon she hadn't thought of: her ring. She hadn't used that stupid hula-hoop in ages, but she figured while she was on the defensive, it was worth a try. Her right hand still gripped her Bladed, and with her left hand, she reached behind her to grab the ring. Positioning the ring over her body so that she was in the direct center of it, she flicked it. It floated around her, spinning as it gave off a strange glow. The ring sent rings of mana to Tyzrk's body, lightly outlining her body. The blueish aura slowly dissolved into her body, and she left the man to find out what the hell she just did for himself, hard way or not. The ring slowed to a stop, falling to the ground as if its' spin had kept it in midair. Tyzrk had thought about picking the ring up to put over her back, but she kept her eyes on the man nearly the whole time, ready to react to the man's actions like a jerk waiting for the perfect moment in a conversation for a, "That's what she said" remark.

(Ring Shield: 2 more uses)
("Weighted Seal" effect - One more post)
(My god, I really need to battle more often, my writing's gone to hell. :< )

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
PostPosted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:13 am 
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(enough with the poor jokes and bad puns!)



The first thing Thelranor felt was the clash of metal on metal confirming that he had indeed guessed correctly on the nature of the blade. The second thing was the card in his left hand connecting with the wrist of his opponent and instantly applying itself to the wrist. As he felt the release of the seal he released the pressure on the bladed bow and stepped back to regain his balance, in the full knowledge that he was safe on his left side due to the added weight added by the seal. His immediate reaction was to balance himself for attack when his opponent pulled out some kind of spiked ring, and rather than throw it up him, she decided to begin to... hula?

“Wait, what?” Thelranor muttered to himself “is this some kind of... mania?”

He began to lunge towards her, but stopped himself suddenly, for he noticed distinct signs of magical power, similar to that which he had wielded and became instantly weary. He backed off unsure of its power or danger, and without lifting his eyes from her body of the rapidly expanding wall of magic, grabbing his crossbow and reloading the same way he had during his years of practice. [crossbow mastery] His fingers were shaking with nerves as the wall slowed and then he calmed and finished loading as the wall of magic simply returned to the body of the elf. The silly elf had scared the crap out of him with a simple sparkly party trick, and he had wasted a decent chance to attack because of it.

“This isn’t a party elfling, this a fight your life. Your petty mind games won’t work next time”

With these words he resumed his previous attacking style, a frontal charge. While he lost the element surprise this time, he hoped it would have a similar effect, getting him close and personal the way he liked to fight. As he approached the elf he raised his dagger slightly, held in a reverse grip with the point towards the ground, but in his left hand. Even though he was slightly less proficient with his left hand, the fact that the elf was weaker on that side stood to his advantage. He planned to thrust the dagger forward towards her chest as he reached her, bringing the tip of the blade out and aiming a simple slash, by flicking his wrist across her upper arm, hoping to leave the arm disabled even after the seal wore off.

He knew well enough that such an experienced warrior would never allow such a simple manoeuvre to connect fully, but the lack of ability in her currently burdened left arm would hopefully allow for some difficulty in avoiding or parrying the blow and put her off balance were she to succeed.



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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
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(I was about to say, "But bad jokes are what I -live- for!" But Tyzrk isn't undead.. Darn. And to be quite honest, the pun in my last post was unintentional and unnoticed until my third proof reading. o__o)

It seemed to Tyzrk that her plan had followed through, which seemed odd. The man should have rushed her without hesitation, but instead was stopped by her fancy light show. Whatever works, her mind dismissed. She silently giggled at the man's remark of mind games. If 'mind games' made him mad that time, she'd love to see how annoyed he'd get at her a few minutes from now. It took no more than a few seconds before he decided to take on the offensive once more, and given the mediocre distance between the two, she wouldn't have enough time to sheath her ring properly. Her right arm still felt like it was the only thing supporting a third-world country, leaving Tyzrk holding her Bladed in a useless, heavyweight arm. Tyzrk looked at her other unarmed arm contemplatively, her mind racing through the options. Less than the time it takes for raging teenage hormones to activate uncontrollably in a comfortable, private room, Tyzrk had plotted out an entire sequence of movements that would defend the man from what seemed to be a strike testing her skill. If it was her skill he wished to measure, she wouldn't disappoint. Unless he had ridiculously high standards and couldn't ever be pleased, like raging teenage hormones on a lonely Saturday night. Balling her left hand into a fist, tiny spheres of bright blue energy started to materialize around her left arm. Trying to make her actions as inconspicuous as possible, she raised - with a hard effort - her right arm, her forearm across her chest. Her quivering hand held the Bladed Bow, as if in attempts to try and parry the impending blade. Though her right arm was heavily encumbered with the weight given by the cursed seal, she started to feel some relief. The seal was beginning to free her. Her arm still felt like a prepubescent eagle trying to claw out an overweight fish out of water, so she decided to use the man's own curse against him before the effects wore off. As the man drew nearer, hopefully in ignorance of her charging arm, she drew in a deep breath. Was she ready to yell out a feminine warcry? Was she readying herself to beast out in a vocalist solo? Has she simply holding her breath for five minutes and seriously needed some air? Filling in for space?

She forced her breath out of her lungs as soundlessly as possible, swinging her right arm to the side of her body. She lifted her left foot, pivoting the right, and using the momentum of her beefy arm to start a spin. Her left arm had been engulfed by blue mana, molecules of energy spiraling out of control like raging teen- sorry, I'll stop. She extended her left arm outwards, and pressing an imaginary trigger in her mind, the energy shot out of her arm, extending like a whip out a few feet in front of her. She kept her eyes on the man for as long as she could, and when her vision just barely turned away from him, she flicked her left elbow to give the whip a sudden increase in speed and power. She had tried her best to aim at the man's torso area, where his arm was held forward with a dagger in hand. With the intention of either knocking his hand away or hitting his side, her blue whip would tell her if her attack was a success or not with the feeling of resistance it would hopefully get from hitting the opponent's body. She poked her left foot against the ground, slowly stopping her spin until she was in her previous position, facing her opponent (or at least, where he used to be) and still in the area of her ring. Her right arm, by this time, started to feel less like a pile of anvils, and more like a few anvils. Thoughts of what the elf would do in response, and revenge, against the man as soon as her curse wore off filled her mind, giving her only more motive to ready herself for the next attack.

A contemplation for a feminine warcry passed through her mind for about a second. It only took her another to disregard that notion, and wondered how the man would react if she started blinking uncontrollably whilst staring at him. That idea went past the consideration stage, and her eyelids started going at it.

(Mana Whip: 2 uses left)
(Effects of "Weighted Seal" - Lasts)
(Unable to use any specials or items involving "Mana" during next post, due to the drawback effect of "Mana Whip".)

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 Post subject: Re: The Road from Recovery (Michael vs. Open)
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Thelranor continued his headlong rush, for it had served him well so far, and he hoped the elf would continue to be taken aback by it. As he travelled forward he noticed a small glow in her hand, and recalling the freaky hula hoop light show. He simply ignored the expanding light as he lifted his arm into a backswing, and continued to disregard as the dagger came forward, right up to the point where a massive line of mana came swirling out of her fist into his dagger arm. The blunt force through his arm across his back and spun him to his left away from the elf. As he spun he lifted his right arm and released the bolt he had loaded into the chest of his opponent, while he fell onto his side, landing on his left arm and dropping the dagger to the ground. Just in front of him.

Thelranor groaned loudly rolling onto his back and looking towards the elf. His left arm hurt. Not just a little bit, it like it had been hit by mike Tyson, slammed in a closing door and then run over by a bicycle. Well not quite, but it hurt, and while it wasn’t broken and Thelranor had been through much much worse [painful memories] it was practically useful for a while, if not the rest of the battle. Thankfully the extent of the injury was well covered by the cloak and Thelranor prayed inwardly that the elf wouldn’t realise the extent of the damage he had sustained.

Thelranor sat forward placing his crossbow back behind his back and grabbed his dagger in his right hand, slowly standing up. Pushing through the mental pain barrier he lifted his arm and move it as if to prove that it worked still. “Ouch. Not only flashly light shows for you then.” He muttered quietly as he stood. He pulled his dagger across his body with some hope of defence and prayed that his surprise bolt struck true.

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