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Post by Sara on Oct 3, 2007 22:18:18 GMT -5
(Sorry. I should have thought of that before I posted. I won’t do it again.)
So he thought a metal stake with garlic to it would wound her? Ridiculous. But he brought out a cross, that was barely tolerable. The direction it was in, made her sight blurry. She diverted her eyes from it, trying not to make it appear that it had affected her. He would use it against her now. Her shockwaves had hardly any affect on him… Bloody Angel. He needed to fall, and swiftly. She felt anger bubble up inside, why wouldn’t he just simply die? Or leave… or run away crying?
She hissed, “Do angels ever die?” she pulled out a dagger. It was short, but she knew how to use it to her advantage. Hopefully if she could remember her skills in weapon training, she would be able to physically wound him. Just to make it easier. She dis-liked torture, and would never do it to anyone. She had been through it, she would not will torture onto anyone. Even if she hated them with a passion. This angel was beginning to get on her nerves. His arrogance and intentions would make anyone go crazy. His sly remarks too. They needed to be shoved down his throat so hard, that he could never speak again.
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Post by Xhel on Oct 9, 2007 21:09:13 GMT -5
(Actually I think I sounded a bit like a jerk, I should be sorry.) Xhel prepared himself for Sara. Other then the stake and himself, he had no real weapon. The man crouched studying Sara's every movement directly as if he was a computer. A sly grin appeared on his face. "I don't know..." He responded taking a small leap back. "But truth be told, I do not intend to find out." He tossed a half of dozen spheres of light. If he was correct she would either teleport behind him, or dodge them. Either way they were the only two real options.
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Post by Sara on Oct 10, 2007 6:52:42 GMT -5
(No you have every right to complain. Especially if someone has not followed the rules correctly. Come to think of it. I am an admin, and I should have followed the rules. I think I kind of god-moded. I should know better then that. Sara is just one of my gifted characters, and I get used to having my own way with her. But, I will make sure, I don’t do it again. I am sorry.)
Sara watched her opponent. She filled her body with a relaxed state of mind. She would be able to dodge anything he threw at her in a more relaxed state. But, somehow it seemed like she had somehow sleeping a thousand years, she had to open her eyes. Because, one flew inches away from her shoulder, just grazing it. She quenched as it hit her, but ducked to her lowest position available, as another one came her way.
When she hit the ground with a thud. Thrust her ability to fly, to abandon her then. She improvised and did a commando role. Straight across the grass. Before standing up, “That all you got?” she said to him, she tilted her head with a little sarcasm, ‘Angel Boy?”
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