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Subject: **A tall lean otter strides in, winks at Blare, and turns to the other beasts**

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Wave
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Date Posted: 08:37:08 07/31/01 Tue

Blare, I was hoping to catch you before you got in a fight! I've learnt some new things from the company I keep these days. Oh well, I'll take you on when you finish with your challenger. **He turns to the room, fingering his twin long daggers. He also carries throwing knives at his wrists.** Anyone else up for a little match?

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A mouse enters the room and looks at Wave with the kind of grin that usually accompnies several insults "Whatever you learned from your company certainly didn't include baths. A knife fight, eh? I got a rather big knife." Lazily pulls a shortsword out of his belt "Challenger moves, and dies, first." (NT) Shaltair 05:54:14 08/01/01 Wed

**Eyes Shaltair, then nods. He moves back into gaurd stance, not yet drawing his weapons. Staring the mouse down for a moment, he suddenly moves in, flicking a throwing dagger at Shaltair's chest, then dances back out of range, drawing his daggers, and keeping them by his head. If the mouse wants to get him, s/he'll (OOC: sorry, I'm not quite clear on that...)IC: have to chase him.** (NT) -- Wave, 07:05:53 08/01/01 Wed

Drops on to his back and watches as the dagger flies above him"I am not an expert at daggers but I think that was pretty poor." ({OOC: Male}) Jumps behind a table and begins muttering an old drinking chant. (NT) -- Shaltair, 08:54:19 08/03/01 Fri

Gets bored of the stand off and jumps up over the table and sprints toward Wave (NT) -- Shaltair, 06:32:32 08/07/01 Tue

**Easily slips sideways, avoiding the charge, darts in behind Shal and tosses another dagger at his unprotected back.** (NT) -- Wave, 07:46:56 08/10/01 Fri

Ends his run with a dive to the ground the dagger cuts a thin line of red along his back. Scrabbles on all fours and rolls away. (NT) -- Shaltair, 09:16:28 08/19/01 Sun