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STR: 8 (+65)
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DEX: 0 (+18)
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CON: 0 (+9)
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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 5:14:38 GMT -6
Gran whistled her little tune as she lead the way out of the town. The plan was to send out a quest beacon and for at least one more party member before continuing on the hike to the peak of the mountain. She tapped her fingers on the pommel of her rusty blade and pondered about what to do while they waited. She was a patient lady, sure, but even she could get restless after a while. As they neared a large boulder outside the city walls, she giggled a bit. The rock reminded her of the old sparring field she would fight her squad mates in. That gave her an idea.
"Alright, bucko," she mused aloud, flipping through her menu and sending out the quest beacon, sliding back through to the 'duel' option before continuing, "Gran's gonna have to get a gauge for how well you can move, mmkay?"
She pulled out her sword and tapped it on the boulder, sending a prayer to whichever gods of war would listen. An old prayer that her squad used to say, which was surprisingly morbidly fitting for the scenario they were put in. She hovered her finger over the dueling request sender as her lips mouthed out in just a slight whisper the words in her head.
Let my weapon be my savior, my blood a reminder.
For every enemy I strike down, my soul will be stronger.
Let no foe best me in mortal combat any longer.
Her face had grown dark and cold as she went over the words one more time. And then, suddenly with a bright smile, she turned to Marth, weapon still drawn. She flicked the duel request his way and cocked her head with a teasing grin, "Hold nothing back, dear, or I'm gonna be disappointed."
With that, her face snapped to a serious, blank look. Her eyebrows pressed together slightly and she put one foot forward, holding her sword out a bit, pointed at Marth. She put an arm behind her back and settled her shoulders loosely. For all purposes, it looked like she was almost holding a rapier, ready to flourish and stab anyone who dared take a step toward her. She internally sighed. The rapier was her least favourite weapon. MARTH
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LV 3
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HP: 150
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STR: 00
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DEX: 02 (+5)
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CON: 05 (+5)
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Post by MARTH on Nov 18, 2016 22:30:23 GMT -6
[attr="class","pricklebear1"] | 150/150 HP | STR 00 | DEX 02 (+5) | CON 05 (+5) |
It had been sudden. At least a lot faster than he thought a duel would have been proposed to him. With a slight tilt of his head and a mildly worried glance tossed her way, Marth turned to face the window offering the duel requirements. His lips drew into a thin line as he looked from them to the woman across from him. He knew that she was sure about the things that she was capable of doing. And even if her equipment wasn't exactly the best, her skill would possibly be enough to kick his ass if he let his guard down. But the look in her eyes spoke volumes and Marth wasn't sure what the repercussions would be if he did hold back. Just let it go.His shield slipped into place as he drew his sword from its hilt. Accepting the duel requirements, the countdown began. Her sword was pointed towards him while his own was held firmly in his hand. Marth's eyes narrowed and he wished that he put money into the Appraisal skill. It would be easier to discern how much of an advantage that he had. Or it'd be cheating.Oh well. He smiled. The counter came to zero and he darted forward to meet her halfway.
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LV 3
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HP: 145
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STR: 8 (+65)
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DEX: 0 (+18)
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CON: 0 (+9)
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Post by granxgran on Nov 19, 2016 13:35:19 GMT -6
Gran admired how willing the child was to fight her. It had been quite a while since her last one on one sword fight, and she was curious to see if her body responded like it use to in that way it did. She had been trained to let her body just do as it pleased. Instant responses as a result of bodily reflex were usually much better than thinking about your next move when every second mattered. She let her body relax as the timer started ticking down. Each tick of the timer represented another set of muscles that she relinquished to her subconscious mind.
Three. Her arms and shoulders loosened, her blade becoming less resistant to the air around it.
Two. Her back loosened, the top half of her body becoming like a spring, ready to bounce.
One. Her legs and feet loosened, muscles releasing the constricting grip they had on her bones, ready for any energy she put into them.
START! All of the potential energy she had been sending from the top of her head to the balls of her feet exploded into action. Her body leaned forward and she darted at Marth, eyes dead to everything except her opponent. As they neared each other, she stepped to the side suddenly, sword arcing from left to right towards Marth.
She pivoted her foot slightly, bringing the sword to her side to charge a sword art. She lunged to the side right before it pinged that it was ready, launching the attack from a slightly different angle than it looked like she was about to. As the light swung towards Marth in a horizontal line, she made to jump away from her target, landing a few feet back, resuming the relaxed position she'd had right before darting towards him. MARTH
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