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Date Posted: 13:29:17 03/23/03 Sun
Author: Lazro Ritcher
Subject: Fight
In reply to:
Wythe Bloodwhisker
's message, "**the female weasel strolls slowly into the sparring area**" on 19:19:57 03/22/03 Sat
>**She glances around at those beasts who already had
>sparring partners, then hefts her diamond-tipped spear
>slightly. Her blue eyes sweep over her other weapons:
>a saber in a sheath at her belt and a throwing dagger
>up each sleeve. Sighing, Wythe set her normal weapons
>in a safe place and went to the side of the area,
>where the practice weapons were held. She picked out a
>spear and saber, each with their blades missing. In
>the blades' place were bundles of thin lathes, made to
>give the same length and width to the weapon but none
>of the lethalities. Wythe did not bother picking out a
>dagger, practice weapons were often unbalanced.
>Holding the saber in her right hand and the spear in
>the left, Wythe approached the fray of the fighting
>and looked for an opponent.**
The monitor walked through the fray. He noticed Wythe. A stoat jumped on his back and tried to put him in a headlock.
With a flick of his sword he sent the lifeless thing to the ground. He fingered the axe on his bakc and reached to make sure his five daggers were in there place at his belt. He always was getting nearer to Wythe. When he was close he roared," I'll will fffight you and zlay you."
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