Tacks
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KUPO!
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Post by Tacks on Oct 31, 2005 12:57:09 GMT -5
Takus felt the loose sand press against his footpaws, cold and damp from the last evening's drizzle. He felt a dry smile cross his face as he neared the sparring court. It'd been a long time since he last fought another beast in paw to paw combat, and he wouldn't mind trying it again as long as there was somebeast around who was willing to let him make a fool of himself with a blade. "Anybeast up for a fight?" he yelled as he entered the court, listening to his own voice be carried upon the morning breeze. He trotted over to the weapons locker and opened it up, pulling out two Sabres, a Rapier and dagger, and two staves. The first round would be staves, the second round sabres, and the last round rapiers. The winner of the fight would be the best two out of three, but he'd still like to fight the final rapier duel even if he lost the first two rounds. He quickly picked up one of the six foot staves and started practicing his posture and stance, still waiting for a willing opponent.
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Post by anrehy on Jan 31, 2006 20:51:58 GMT -5
A small, sandy-furred vixen walked up behind Takus silently. She examined the weapons he had layed out, and picked up the rapier. Testing the weapon's blanace, she called to the marmot,
"If it's a challenge you want, then it's a challenge you shall get. I've not used a rapier in awhile, and I'd hate to get out of practice."
The fennec fox (for that was the vixen's species) turned and picked up the remaining stave. It was a bit tall in comparison to the small beast who held it, but she twirled it expertly nonetheless. Walking to the middle of the sparring ring, the vixen faced Takus, still spinning the stave, and waited.
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Tacks
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KUPO!
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Post by Tacks on Apr 12, 2006 0:45:53 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry it took me so long. I've been a bit inactive.
BIC: "If it's a challenge you want, then it's a challenge you shall get. I've not used a rapier in awhile, and I'd hate to get out of practice."
"Ah. A Fox, if I'm not mistaken." He said, turning slowly to greet the Fox as she moved towards the center of the ring. He enjoyed combat against Foxes. They were faster than most beasts, and were able to provide the speed that he liked in his opponents. It usualy made it more fun when you had an enemy that matched you in speed, it made it just chalenging enough to not be easy, but not overbearingly hard either. On the other paw, he'd never been good at combat with Staves.
"I don't wish to kill" he continued, getting into position to fight, "We fight best two out of three, using a different weapon each time. A strike to the body or head is an automatic loss, same goes for if all weapons are knocked from the paws. Ready?"
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