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Post by Silas on Apr 28, 2007 1:20:05 GMT -5
Silas' footing failed him, still being carried forward by the force of his kick. The claws slashed mercilessly across his features, leaving trails of crimson liquid in their wake. His footing failed him because as he was trying to stop, and he was struck by Xylon's outstrtched claws, he was propelled backwards, landing on his own back.
Reaction without thinking can lead to various consequences...
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 13:28:03 GMT -5
Xylon got up, a new will on his face. He felt renewed, as if he could defeat these warriors. Never let your heart rule your mind. Again, he wiped the blood from his claws onto his muzzle, but this time his face showed not distaste, but contempt. He let out a low, growling chuckle. The experience of tens of seasons may prove useful.
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Post by belko on Apr 28, 2007 15:06:44 GMT -5
Belko managed to climb to his feet, calming down slightly, but still eager to fight. While he was rising, he picked up his blowpipe and loaded a dart. But instead of taking carfeul aim, he charged Xylon once more. When he was not but a few feet away from the wounded wolf he blew into the pipe, aiming for Xylon's left eye. Still on the run when the dart left the pipe, he slipped through Xylon's legs, converting to a roll as he neared his blade. Whe the bluetailed squirrel grabbed it, he instantly went into a position ready to spring, but before he could....
((Don't want to seem godmoddish, one o' u has the next action))
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 15:39:12 GMT -5
Xylon felt another peck on his cheek and more blood spilled out, and he saw a furry blur roll under him. Enraged, the killer turned around and saw that it was the maimed squirrel. Xylon pummelled with both fists, infuriated, as the squirrel clutched his weapon.
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Post by Silas on Apr 28, 2007 22:23:31 GMT -5
Silas met the ground, getting back up by continuing the motion with a backward roll and leap, bringing him onto his footpaws once more. Instead of attacking with the sword, he sheathed it, seeking out his bow. He found it lying amongst the golden grasses. Picking it up, he swiftly notched an arrow to string, pointing the green rock-tipped arrow at Xylon. "Eat this, Recuvek Nerel." He fired the shaft, sending it hurling through the air as Xylon attempted to punch Belko into pulp.
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 22:26:14 GMT -5
The wolf was struck by the shaft, bending forward a little. He struggled to stay up for a moment, but then fell to the ground, his stamina gone.
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Post by Silas on Apr 29, 2007 11:38:51 GMT -5
Silas ran next to the wolf, atttempting to pin him down, or at least bind his paws behind his back. He produced a rope with which to accomplish the task. "Here, Help me hold him." He said to no one inparticular, just looking for help from anyone.
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Post by xylon on Apr 29, 2007 13:36:47 GMT -5
Xylon rolled onto his back, claws raised. "Burn in hell, squirrel."
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Post by belko on Apr 29, 2007 14:10:23 GMT -5
Belko nodded at Silas but when Xylon said "burn in hell" he replied "Shut yer gob ye murdrous oaf,". Then he jumped on the wolf to help his comrade subdue him.
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Post by xylon on Apr 29, 2007 16:38:12 GMT -5
Xylon let out an "Oof!" as the squirrel landed on him. "Oh, yes, let's just all jump on me."
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Post by Silas on Apr 29, 2007 17:02:39 GMT -5
"Serves ye right for attackin' us." Silas replies, still trying to tie the wolf's paws one way or another.
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Post by xylon on Apr 29, 2007 17:05:54 GMT -5
Xylon snapped at the squirrel's paws whenever they came close. he was weary, and had little energy left.
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Post by Silas on Apr 29, 2007 19:57:51 GMT -5
"You want me to kill you instead, wolf?" Silas asked, anger evident in his tone. The twin daggers that were always concealed up his sleeves came out, and he threatened Xylon with their keen points.
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Post by belko on Apr 29, 2007 23:05:51 GMT -5
Belko saw Silas's action and reacted likewise,holding his blade to Xylon's stomach. "Ya! Where da ye come off attackin' us anyhow?" he said, a few leaves catching his eye. Belko stepped over the subdued wolf as he walked over and picked them up with his gloved paw. "Hehehehehe," he giggled, walking back over to his comrade and foe with the leaves of stinging nettle in his paw, "Now, now mista wolf, 'old still," the squirrel said with a devilish grin as he rubbed the leaves against an open wound on Xylon's leg.
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Post by xylon on Apr 30, 2007 15:47:28 GMT -5
Xylno had no choice but to remained silent and close his eyes. He suddenly felt a horrific stinging sensation on his leg. The wolf willed himself not to grimace or cry out in pain. Show them no pain, no fear.
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