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Subject: *He smiles, gazing down into her eyes.* It was a pleasure, milady.


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Neil
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Date Posted: 14:00:27 08/16/03 Sat
In reply to: Mari 's message, "*takes his arm*" on 14:05:00 08/14/03 Thu

*He suddenly freezes, looking up over her shoulder, into the dark room. A cold rain is falling outside. The diamond-paned glass window is open, and he could have sworn . . .* Hang on, *he mutters, and slips by her into the chamber. The only light is from a merrily crackling fire. He takes one step, then another, his heart pounding. He barely notices the rich elegance of the room as he inches toward the window. He lets out a cry of surprise and stumbles backwards as the dark shape of a man hurls itself from the window--a sword's blade flashes white-silver in the firelight--Neil catches his balance, drawing his own sword in a flash. The tow men parry and circle each other like hungry dogs, their chests heaving, their intense eyes fixed on each other. The other is handsome, with pale blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and long sideburns. His eyes are brilliant green. He lets out a low snarl, and his teeth appear to be yellowish-brown. Neil lunges and the swords clang together. His hand aches as the handle of the sword is pushed back roughly. Steel grates against steel as Neil is forced back a step--toward the fire. He draws the sword quickly away, and side-steps the next thrust neatly. He swings his blade but is blocked by the other's. He ducks, light as a dancer on his booted feet. He swings out and cuts deeply into the attacker's thigh. The other man grunts in pain, his sharp teeth gritted has he hacks out. The blade clips Neil's ear and he gasps, catching his balance as hot fluid trickles down his neck. He breaks forward and the blades crash loudly. Calculating every move, Neil suddenly takes a wild chance and swings one of his legs up. He kicks the enemy hard in the stomach, then lurches backward to avoid being pinned by the sword. The intruder gasps and bends double, but stumbles back as Neil's blade comes whistling down, merely clipping a few of the blonde hairs. With a growl Neil surges forward and the blades are pressed hard together, the men's noses a mere inch apart. They stand like that for one second, their eyes boring into each other, and then Neil is forced backward. He snarls, ducks and his blade whirls out, a blur of silver. There is a loud clang of metal and warm, dark wetness soaks Neil's left arm. With a grunt of pain he gives one final charge and his sword drives into the intruder's unprotected stomach, severing his left lung. With a moan, the would-be-murderer collapses. Neil pauses for a second, watching him fall--to be sure of his deadness--and then stumbles backward, sinking onto the bed and moaning softly with pain.*

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*looks at the window scared*Mari20:45:32 08/16/03 Sat


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