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Subject: Frowns...

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David
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Date Posted: 12:33:06 04/08/01 Sun
In reply to: Weyly 's message, "~*Eyes begin gleaming strangly....*~" on 18:29:35 04/07/01 Sat

Lips curve down into a deep frown as he carefully watches the older man. Eyes narrow in anger... though more at himself than anything. Never before had he hesitated to kill a man before.. In battle's he had killed any'a man. But that was in battle... where it was either kill or be killed. Now he was in a position were the other man had no way to defend himself. And the only reason he had to kill him was personal revenge. Was that enough to actually take a mans life? Turning his gaze to Afton, he draws in a slow, deep breath. No... It was not. But he now knew another reason...a better reason...of why he should not spare this man. This man had assaulted and murdered his sister...and assaulted and very nearly killed Afton. If he spared Weyly, he most likely would try to get to Afton again... And this time possibly succeed. He could not...and would not...allow that to happen. Returning his gaze to Weyly, he shakes his head slowly. "I shall not stoop to yer level Weyly. I do not kill unarmed men." Tossing the other mans sword at his feet, he prepares himself...motioning for Afton to stay back. "Pick up yer sword and prepare to die."

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~*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