<i><font color=jade>Listening to her words, he shakes his head slowly....expression once again going emotionless and eyes dark and cold. ::Inside::</i> -- crossroads

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Subject: Listening to her words, he shakes his head slowly....expression once again going emotionless and eyes dark and cold. ::Inside::

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David
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Date Posted: 16:09:09 04/05/01 Thu
In reply to: Afton 's message, "~*Shakes her head*~ Nay, ye forget he is a madman. He is not smart a'tall. He'll attack anywheres he wants, people or no people. ~*Slowly she glances around*~ 'Sides, everyone is well occupied and ye don't know how he fights, quiet and quick as a mouse, cunning as a tiger. if tries now he will not be noticed 'less there is a big comotion ~*She speaks between clenched teeth, eyes never leaving the corner*~" on 15:47:22 04/05/01 Thu

"Tis true... He 'tisn't a'tall smart. A right nuisense he is...always appearin' at the worst of times." Whilst he speaks, his heavy scottish accent that normally softens his tone now only adds a harsh edge to it. Pulling his hand back, he places it on the hilt of his sword...grip tightening as he prepares himself to defend them both if the need be. Tilting his head upwards slightly... brown eyes silently challange the other man to leave his hiding place and step forwards.

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~*Without a sound nor warning he slips around behind them. When he finaly anounces his prescence he is right behind them, sword drawn....*~ Weyly 13:10:05 04/07/01 Sat

Inside -- David, 13:23:04 04/07/01 Sat

~*Rolls his eyes...*~ -- Weyly, 13:50:17 04/07/01 Sat

Smirks... -- David, 14:30:01 04/07/01 Sat

~*sneers....*~ -- Weyly, 14:34:58 04/07/01 Sat

Nods... -- David, 14:41:04 04/07/01 Sat

~*His eyes fill with rage....*~ -- Weyly, 14:53:54 04/07/01 Sat

Steps forwards... -- David, 16:34:49 04/07/01 Sat

~*Eyes begin gleaming strangly....*~ -- Weyly, 18:29:35 04/07/01 Sat

Frowns... -- David, 12:33:06 04/08/01 Sun

~*Ever slowly he stoops, taking the sword in hand....*~ -- Weyly, 11:34:36 04/09/01 Mon

Watches in silence... -- David, 11:47:31 04/09/01 Mon

~*A quick sidestep and movement of the sword block the attach with ease.....*~ -- Weyly, 11:52:04 04/09/01 Mon

~*She watches from a distance away....*~ -- Afton, 12:10:54 04/09/01 Mon

Giving a cool smile... -- David, 12:13:45 04/09/01 Mon

~*Watches David closly circling with him so as not to give him a chance....*~ -- Weyly, 12:26:11 04/09/01 Mon

~*She stiffens and her eyes widen in fear.....*~ -- Afton, 12:42:03 04/09/01 Mon

Jumping forwards... -- David, 12:57:29 04/09/01 Mon

~*He gasps, pain shooting through his body at both blows. He topples to the ground, his body twitches for a moment longer then is still. He was dead*~ (NT) -- Weyly Crafton, 13:04:32 04/09/01 Mon