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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 17:53:56 GMT -5
Xylon heard motion, and looked down to see the squirrel leaping at him. Ducking, he dodged the attack, but this did not stop the pain that seered up his spine when a blade ran down it from behind. He did not yelp in pain, but turned around to face Silas, wiping blood from his mouth before assuming a position with the knife and dropping the mace and chain.
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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 17:58:45 GMT -5
As Xylon ducked Belko flew over his head and rolled onto the ground, but managed to reverse his momentum enough so that he could get back off the ground and charge Xylon, ignoring the constant pain in his foot.
((Xylon do you keep dodging Belko cuz u think he's inexperienced? I mean he is a mercenary and knows how to fight))
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 18:03:55 GMT -5
OOC: No, he was just concentrating on Belko at the moment. Not at these close quarters, though...
Xylon was buffeted from behind soon after the squirrel landed, once again grimacing but remaining silent. It was not going to be easing fighting all three of these creatures, even if they were not as experienced as he was (as wolves live many times longer than badgers). He stood up again, a limp starting to catch in as the pain from the slice on his spine grew to white hot liquid that ran through his veins.
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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 18:21:37 GMT -5
As Belko charged at the wounded Xylon he threw his blade before he reached him, eager to wound him further. Seconds after he thought the blade he once more leapt at the wolf, kicking, biting, and scratching.
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 18:23:17 GMT -5
OOC: What do you mean, he "throught" the blade?
Xylon thrust forward with the knife, kneeling down and pointing upward.
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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 18:24:08 GMT -5
(( Oops my bad, I meant to spell throw...))
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 18:28:04 GMT -5
OOC: Lol.
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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 18:30:40 GMT -5
((So the sword missed?))
As Xylon brandished his knife Belko continued to fly towards him, claws scraping the blade and the hands of Xylon. But instead of falling on the blade and being killed on the spot he managed to alter his position so that he rammed into Xylon.
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 18:37:13 GMT -5
OOC: Let's just say it did since I didn't understand you were throwing one  Xylon felt singes of pain on his claws as he was rammed into by the squirrel. This time the wolf was ready; he took the impact, pushing the squirrel back directly afterwards. |
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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 18:39:54 GMT -5
((Ok))
As Belko fell to the ground he shot a glance at Xylon's paws. Seeing he had scratched them pretty bad, his face met the ground with a smile. Slowly, he managed to climb to his knees, panting loudly.
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 18:49:42 GMT -5
Taking the moment of ease in the battle to look at his hands, Xylon saw that they were pretty badly wounded. He wiped the blood on his muzzle, baring the bloodied teeth at the squirrel.
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Post by Silas on Apr 27, 2007 23:04:31 GMT -5
Silas, seeing he aided Belko in some small way, rested as well in the lull of combat. In that moment, his thoughts were flying like leaves in a roaring gale. Bu that moment soon passed, as all moments in time were destined to be, in the steady advance from past to future. There's no way he can defeat all three of us... He thinks, rationalizing the ratio of allies versus opponent. Odds only tell probability. He reminds himself. He decided to end the moment of peace, slashing in a dual movement, a horizontal (Right to left) swipe at the back of Xylon's legs, and another uppercut meant to furthur open the spinal injury. As he did this, he let loose an unheard-of battlecry. "Rheiuven!"
OOC: Just so the spelling doesn't throw ye off, and making it sound silly, they pronounce things differently. It's Ray-oo-ven instead of Rye-oo-ven...
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 23:37:39 GMT -5
OOC: Okay.
Blood went through the air as another flesh wound sprung up on Xylon's legs. Wheeling around, he threw his knife at whoever had attacked him, a silver streak in the wind. He was slower than usual; maybe he was just tired. Usually, he could take more creatures at a time than this. Blood spurted out of his mouth from the pain that had somehow became worse in his back
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Post by Silas on Apr 28, 2007 0:09:03 GMT -5
"Aah!"
Pain shot from the wound in Silas' arm as the dagger hit, luckily, hilt first, having no time to rotate. But the momentum kept it spinning, managing to pierce his arm with the rotation of the knife once, twice before flying off his arm and away from the combatants. At the sudden retaliation, Silas was caught off guard, for he expected his opponent to feel some kind of pain.
Expectancies can become as foolish as ignorance.
Shrugging off the throbbing ache in his arm, he wielded the sword with his other arm, determined to win, maybe survive against this monster. He suddenly jumped towards Xylon, attempting to land a flying kick on his chest to topple him backwards. Maybe between the three of us we can beat him...
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 0:53:40 GMT -5
Xylon was too exhausted too dodge. He let the swift squirrel pounce on him, gasping as his open back hit the grassy plain. He tried to remember things he had been told. He then quickly shut them out. He had remembered Martin the Warrior, one of the only friends he's ever had. The wolf felt ashamed for a moment. Then he remembered; follow through with all plans, let no emotion show.
He opened his eyes, looking up at the squirrel, and swiped at his face, claws out.
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