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Date Posted: 19:12:11 08/04/03 Mon
Author: Gerwyn
Subject: Blade to Blade
In reply to: Noni, Kalata 's message, "Watching..." on 17:48:33 08/04/03 Mon

~White took the attack in stride, easily dodging to gather himself for a leap over her petite body, poised to slash at her haunches upon landing. Gerwyn mimicked her earlier move that ended the red, knowing it would not be that 'easy' this time. Dropping low she slashed upward into Keareis' underside, not going deep enough for a fatal wound. The white didn't flinch from the painful wounding, completing his mission to bring his own blade down on her flank. As she had dropped it did not reach as deep but still tore at muscle and hide. Ignoring the injury that was being inflicted on her, Gerwyn tore at the white's back legs with a longclaw, effectively severing several nerves and nearly all the muscle in the legs. Keareis had not expected this, buckling for a moment as he recovered as much as one could. Gerwyn took the moment to dash away and richochet off a tall thick stump. This move carried her with incredible force directly into the white's side, using her small mass as a weapon to unbalance the white. Having gained the upper hand when Keareis hesitated the tan fem was doing her best not to give it back to him. Like a tan whirlwind the fem made quick offenses, none fatal, but all very inconveniant. Especially when she drew the blood spattered blade across Keareis' eyes in an effort to reach his skull. Not that the white just stood and let himself be pummelled. Half her offenses ended in an injury to herself, small ones, but stinging painfully nevertheless. The white found a second wind, speeding up to cut off the tan, raising tail for a final strike. Gerwyn reacted quickly, metting his blade with her own, the only sound their ragged breathing and the metallic clash of blades. This bladeplay continued for several moments before femme remembered that his endurance far exceeded her own, when she was too exhausted to continue the grueling blade to blade he would finish her. Lithe femora threw all her power behind a defensive that should knock his blade away instead of meeting it as they had been doing. Unfortunately the more experienced white saw her planned move and let it come, ducking his tail lower at the last moment to rake along her side as she spun to dodge. It went in deep, struck the rib wall and stopped only after going partway through the thick protective bone. Gerwyn gasped in pain, allowing herself to fall into the 'calm warrior state' that she could sometimes summon. Once there all pain was numbed, decisions made easier by quick, cold logic. It was a scary feeling to let go of herself and fight with her inner instinct, feeling generations past flowing through her, directing her movements. Uninjured optic grew cold, tan seeming to draw into herself. The white noticed briefly before having to dodge a barrage of high speed offensives. Keareis unfurled his neck, leaping at the quick tan, jaws wide. The razor-sharp incisors clenched their grip on the fem's chest, tearing off the hide that was snatched. Gerwyn was swifter than he, bringing her blade, still glinting silver at it's base, to bury itself in the Korat's unfurled neck. The blood flowed rapidly, Korat making a soft burbling noise as he tried to breathe through the throat which still had a blade caught inside. The tan wrenched her blade out of the deep hole, bringing back the 'hidden' Gerwyn with it. Femme glimpsed the now sightless pastel yellow oculi of the white, pitied the terror reflected in them. Tail was drawn back to lay a flat bladed blow across the pate of white, granting with it blessed unconciousness for the mortally wounded warrior. Dripping with blood both her own and others the tan felt herself stagger at the gaping wound in her side, marring cream pelt. Unscathed orb turned 'round the battle that seemed, for the most part, to be over. At least on the part of Wureshi's seed~

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Replies:

Bwahr -- Jysulehn, 21:35:31 08/04/03 Mon
- Darkness... -- Elis, 21:36:39 08/04/03 Mon
  - Fin. *takes a bow* -- Yoshi and Akar, 21:37:41 08/04/03 Mon