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Date Posted: 13:14:41 04/19/03 Sat
Author: Tormenta Del Viento
Subject: Response to perty poemish thing in perty poem form; almost
In reply to: Sanctum 's message, "Okay, sorry for the timing of this" on 11:35:04 04/18/03 Fri

Assume yourself, greater than all others.
Fill your mind with pride
Learn your art, make no faulter.
Yet always hold onto humility.
Never overestimate youself;
never under either.
Let other stretch forth,
Stretch yourself with.
Form the farm around the stream, don't make the stream come to you.

Brujo's flailing hooves, where much too close to press any full power; arched crania thus chest pressed 'gainst flank; thus other's kick would have but not but a moment's tinge.

( Don't think I'm pulling this outa thin air; I work with horses IRL, and being kicked at close range is better than farther away. I know. >.x )

Made sure to move with other, when out of abyss; threw balance to hind, acicular projection to be pulled out, stanied with blood of other. Whirled 'bout; cantering safe distance from, 'fore whirling 'round, waited. Crimson fluid slid from horn, dying blanch coat crimson; giving sort of mask.
Stance was at the read; knew valger would not take long to charge, so adjusted stance thusly.

~I hath danced with the shadows; and flown with the angels. Yet neither satisfies me. -The fallen soldier-~

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Replies:

Perseus? j00 alive? -- Tormenta Del Viento, 16:30:14 04/29/03 Tue
- Holds on a momen -- Sanctum, 09:08:37 04/30/03 Wed
  - Winner and Loser -- Perseus, 13:21:42 04/30/03 Wed
    - Great fight Sanctum! -- Tormenta Del Viento, 16:28:34 04/30/03 Wed
      - ..A moment's time was not wasted.. -- Tormenta Del Viento, 17:00:31 04/30/03 Wed