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Date Posted: 11:41:55 07/11/03 Fri
Author: Atumi
Subject: ...what do you take me for, an amateur?
In reply to: Deyt 's message, "~!@#$%^&*()_+" on 14:14:50 07/01/03 Tue

[Considering you'll be gone for a while and I only now have time to post, I'm gonna postpone this so that Atumi can still wander around the TT whilst you're not here. ^_^ Trying not to PP but there isn't an easy way to end this quickly... well, not end end... just pause. ~_^]

The black doesn't move, no response to her words shown in glittering teal orbs. Silken ears remain upright and, would a Korat see only this male, it would appear that he were at ease. However, as Deyt lunges, the tiniest grin flickers across a sculpted muzzle and Atumi's velvet-grey blade counters her strike, sweeping upwards with a force that most would credit only to a red or white. As the hybrid lands, Atumi angles his muzzle to look at her, disapproval shining forth. "You are not yet a challenge to me, Deyt. I'm afraid I had underestimated you." Perhaps he says this prematurely, not giving the white-black a chance to truly fight, but it has always been his belief that one can judge their opponent by the first attack. "Go away. This fight cannot commence with you as weak as you are."

Shaking his head, the black lunges upwards in a move too swift to be seen, silent pawpads gripping the rough bark of a thick bough and levering his lithe form into perfect balance. "Come to me when you feel ready, Deyt. It is dishonorable for me to fight you as you are now." And like a shadow hit by the rays of dawn... Atumi is gone.

[Aka... for the time that you're OOCly away, ICly you can say Deyt's been practicing/training/whatever. Good enough excuse, eh? ^_^ It's all I could come up with, anyways. XE!]

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~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 22:59:12 07/26/03 Sat