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Post by signasul on Mar 28, 2007 18:52:46 GMT -5
"aiaih" said thej weasel as he tryed to pry the infent squrill off his chest "Ok, love you too, now get off."
Then the mace hit him in the shin and knocked him over.
"I'm not making it out of these %$!@# woods am I?" he said as he lay on the ground... again.
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Post by xylon on Mar 28, 2007 19:28:19 GMT -5
OOC: I ROFLed at the last sentence  Xylon grinned wolfishly, leaping down from the pine tree. He picked up the handle of the mace, the spiked metal ball hanging loosely on the chain. "Heh, now I won't have a fool chasing after me. Now what to do with the squirrel..." He said, turning to look at the babe as he spoke. |
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Post by signasul on Mar 29, 2007 8:19:15 GMT -5
signasul stabbed the fox in the leg
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Post by xylon on Mar 29, 2007 14:49:04 GMT -5
OOC: It's a magic weasel! RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
"ARGH!" Xylon was forced to kneel on the ground, clutching the spot where he had been stabbed. Looking around, he reached for his mace.
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Post by signasul on Mar 29, 2007 16:59:40 GMT -5
OOc: what?
The weasel stabed him again.
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Post by benon on Mar 29, 2007 20:43:10 GMT -5
Wiffler, upon seeing his friend struck with a mace and stabbing the wolf in the leg, he hurled himself upon the wolf, a red mist clouding his vision, he hung grimly on to the wolf's neck. He began pulling his arms in tighter, and tighter, and tighter, then he bit savagely into the wolf's neckfur.
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Post by xylon on Mar 30, 2007 12:27:45 GMT -5
"AAURRRRGH!!!!" Struggling upright, Xylon roared and clenched his teeth upon the squirrel's arm, just enough to hurt. His senses were beginning to falter with pain. OOC: Signasul has very quick recovering skills  And I'm outnumbered! AAAAAAAAAH! See you guys tomorrow ;D |
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Post by signasul on Mar 30, 2007 20:11:40 GMT -5
OOC: he is an Arrilen
the weasel got to his feet and punched the fox in his gut.
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Post by xylon on Mar 31, 2007 11:04:09 GMT -5
OOC: I'm getting pwned!
"Oof!" His senses failing, Xylon crumpled on the ground, the wind knocked out of him.
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Post by signasul on Mar 31, 2007 21:32:47 GMT -5
the weasel grabed his sword and stood over the fox, ready to deal out the finely death blow.
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Post by xylon on Apr 1, 2007 10:52:28 GMT -5
Xylon rolled onto his back, and kicked out at the weasel with all four paws.
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Post by signasul on Apr 1, 2007 12:24:53 GMT -5
unforchenitly, the weasel was standing. signasul thrust the sword down at the foxes chest.
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Post by xylon on Apr 1, 2007 12:47:04 GMT -5
Thinking quickly, Xylon pulled out a knife from his boot and was able to slightly deflect the sword, which buried itself in his side. He groaned, and then fell unconscious.
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Post by benon on Apr 1, 2007 18:40:58 GMT -5
Wiffler heaved the wolf off of him. He stood up and slapped his paws together, as he'd seen the hedgehogs do after doing a peice of particularly hard work, he looked quite satisfied with himself.
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Post by signasul on Apr 2, 2007 15:02:51 GMT -5
"ok... what was that about!"
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And I'm outnumbered! AAAAAAAAAH!