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Date Posted: 14:14:50 07/01/03 Tue
Author: Deyt
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Atumi 's message, "Heh heh heh. =O,O=" on 20:57:40 06/29/03 Sun

[ I always hated going first. XD. ]

'Off the edge of desspairr...'

Deyt's disfigured muzzle twitches, and in a flurry of darkness she retreats several steps, pivoting slowly to face her attacker. No mind is taken of his harsh words - which were partially true, anyway. Lone grey eye meets his livid teal ones, fixed without emotion besides the steely chill. Massive, serrated talons of back paws unsheathe and dig briefly into the rich Lavanian soil, proportionally long tail flexes and sways behind her, black fur rippling in ragged waves. The metallic claws, long and wicked, twitch slightly as they check themselves for malfunctioning. She leans back, shoulders hunched forward. The socket of her left eye seems all the more accented and ominous.

'Good luck to you, honourrable Atumi.'

Not even finished with her words, she strides slowly toward her opponent. More of a tense walk, the hybrid strides with meticulous care and awareness, eye flickering back and forth wildly. But halfway between her starting point and the black, the cyborg lunges forward, jaws wide and gaping, adamantine forehands extended forth. The gargantuan female is trained all on striking him outright. Until she feints, broad, left back paw shoving off and sending the Korat vaulting forward and to her right. Now to Atumi's left, maybe a foot or so away and still falling from her leaps, her nastily jagged tailblade whips forward at a blinding speed, aiming to stab upward and embed her blade right behind his ribwall, at his stomach.

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...what do you take me for, an amateur? -- Atumi, 11:41:55 07/11/03 Fri
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 22:59:12 07/26/03 Sat