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Post by ranjit on Mar 28, 2006 6:15:30 GMT -5
Ranjit was out in one of the sparring arenas practising his cutlass skills. He ducked and weaved thrusted and parried. He slid to the left and the right. Always counting in his head, always a constant rythm. 1, 2,3,4, block. 1,2,3,4 thrust. His brown tunic swirled a bit with the wind. He kept looking around for a person who may want to spar with him.
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Post by ranjit on Apr 16, 2006 5:54:02 GMT -5
"Anyone who wants a fight step right up and try yer luck." Ranjit stood with his cutlass stabbed in the ground. "ANYONE."
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 16, 2006 19:35:12 GMT -5
*Ffasma steps into the sparring court, her eyes roving around, hardly lingering on the pairs already engaged in fighting. Her face is partially shrouded by her hood, but a small smile can be seen as her traveling eyes stop on a lone beast practicing her sword skills. Making her way around the sparring pairs, she approaches the circle in which stands the lone weasels and stops just outside, watching him for a few moments, evaluating his skill. He seemed good, but she'd have to fight him to really find out. Finally, Ffasma steps forward and looks at Ranjit from under her hood.*
Hello...you said anyone could spar you. I'd like to.
*Ffasma unfastens her cloak and sheds it, dropping it to the side. Next, she removes the sheath that holds her sword, placing it a little closer to the ring. She'd grab that if she had to, but Ffasma was better at fighting with her paws. Standing in the circle, Ffasma looks Ranji over once and then speaks.*
So how would you like to spar? With weapons or paws or...? *She looks him over once more.* I don't remember seeing you before...are you new?
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Post by ranjit on Apr 17, 2006 4:54:43 GMT -5
Ranjit saw the mark of rank and saluted amartly."Yes ma'm. I arrived just a few days ago. Why not with weapons." Ranjit walked over to the middle and picked up his cutlass. He got into the ready position.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 17, 2006 20:20:16 GMT -5
*Not taking her eyes off the weasel, she reaches down and picks up her sword, automatically adjusting her paw to where it feels comfortable. She gives a few practice swings, but not to show off, and sizes up her opponent. It had been a while since she had formally sparred, and Ffasma felt spikes of excitement rise up inside her. Taking a ready stance, the ferret nods to Ranjit.*
You can start.
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Post by ranjit on Apr 18, 2006 5:06:33 GMT -5
Ranjit was searching for an opening. He slashed in a downward arc towards her feet.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 18, 2006 10:50:33 GMT -5
*Ffasma gave a not-so-dignified hop backwards, her eyes flitting for a moment to look down at her feet and make sure she would not trip nor receive any wounds. Then, staring at Ranjit, Ffasma begins to circle the weasel, her eyes searching him for an opening. She wouldn't slash at his head...not yet anyway. That would wait. Nor would she slash at his feet...it was too easy to dodge those sorts of blows. Suddenly, Ffasma lashes out with her blade, jabbing at his lower stomach, and then whipping her sword upward with a sharp flick of her paw towards Ranjit's left arm. A simple move...she wasn't one for fancy swordplay.*
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Post by ranjit on Apr 18, 2006 19:57:59 GMT -5
Ranjit was watching her middle so he could see all the movements of her arms and legs. He sidled to the right and circled around so he was facing her back. He slashed downward at the unprotected back.
OOC: It is unprotected right?
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 19, 2006 19:20:26 GMT -5
OOC: Wait did you react to my attack (oo unintentional rhyme...)
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Post by ranjit on Apr 19, 2006 19:46:24 GMT -5
OOC:Yeah I jumped to the right and circled around to hit your back.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 20, 2006 16:02:11 GMT -5
*Ffasma was disappointed she had missed, but it was only the beginning of their spar, after all. Looking up quickly, Ffasma spun around just in time as Ranjit slashed downwards at her back. She locked her blade with his and then swung down, using the momentum from pushing his blade to speed up her sword. She aimed her blade at his right thigh, making sure not to bend over so her neck would remain unexposed.*
OOC: Short post, sorry...
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Post by ranjit on Apr 20, 2006 19:27:51 GMT -5
Ranjit felt the sword as it sliced into his right thigh. He howled with pain making several birds fly off to find a quieter roost. He limped backwards. He looked at his thigh and then ripped a sliver of his tunic and tied it around the wound. He walked back to the middle."Good move." he mumbled He got back into the ready position.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 24, 2006 18:58:32 GMT -5
*Ffasma let out a little grunt of satisfaction when she felt her blade connect with the weasel's thigh, but she tried to keep her face from betraying her happiness. When Ranjit limped back into the ready position and complimented her, Ffasma mumbled a thanks and then got herself back into a proper fighting stance. She then nodded at the weasel.* Your move.
*Ffasma shifted, trying to make sure most of her body parts were covered and could not be easily harmed by Ranjit's weapon. Getting out of this spar without any nasty cuts would be nice, she decided, but she knew that would happen...*
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Post by ranjit on Apr 24, 2006 20:01:07 GMT -5
Ran smiled smuggly. He knew what she was doing. He lunged suddenly at her leg in between the armor.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 25, 2006 19:59:03 GMT -5
OOC: I have no armor...XD
BIC: *Ffasma was a little too wrapped up in her thoughts, and she did not pull her leg away quick enough. Wincing, she glanced down at the cut and cursed softly, taking a moment to press a piece of her cloak against it to stop the blood. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was enough to make her leg bleed. Shaking off the pain, Ffasma began circling Ranjit and then made a quick jab at his sword arm.*
OOC: Short post...sorry...I'm inna rush!
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Post by Commentator on Apr 26, 2006 2:30:08 GMT -5
OOC: Get a life!!!!!!!! You think that ANY real fight could POSSIBLEY look like that? I guess that it's kind of acceptable if you've never fought IRL... but why RP your chars fighting if you have no idea how to do it yourself? man.... sad....
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Post by ranjit on Apr 26, 2006 5:00:00 GMT -5
Ranjit quickly pulled his arm up and pivoted to the right and swiftly chopped down on Ffasma's arm.
OOC: I'm left handed by the way.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 26, 2006 19:52:27 GMT -5
OOC: Before I reply, I'd like to respond to our dear commentator. First, use your name next time. Second, if you'd like to help us...maybe give us some pointers instead of being a total jerk, that'd be fine! And why do I RP my characters fighting if I've never fought like this IRL? Because it's ROLEPLAYING! It's just FOR FUN! So...if all questions have been answered and you'd like to advise us (maybe after we're done our spar), that'd be great!
BIC: *Ffasma pulled her arm away, receiving a knick on her paw but nothing more. The cut began to bleed, but Ffasma paid no notice. Now Ffasma backed up a bit and then thrust her whole body forward, attempting to lock blades with Ranjit. A plan was slowly formulating in her mind, but it was a little risky. That was fine by her, however...risk could be fun sometimes! Though she had thrown her whole body into this thrust, Ffasma tried to keep herself protected so if by some chance Ranjit managed to unlock his blade, she could minimize the target he was aimed for.*
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Post by ranjit on Apr 27, 2006 6:20:58 GMT -5
Ranjit met her blade with his own thrust. He tried to pull every muscle into this. He kicked upward as hard as he could trying to hit her thigh.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 27, 2006 19:52:34 GMT -5
OOC: Ranjit, is it ok if I assume you're using your right leg?
BIC: *Ffasma grinned. Hand-to-hand combat was more her style. She forgot about her plan for the moment and reached out with her left hand, grabbed at Ranjit's calf. However, she now had only one hand on her sword, and she staggered back a few steps, feeling very vulernable. However, before she could give Ranjit a chance to make another move, the ferret used her other arm to help push Ranjit's leg upward, trying to injure his leg or knock him off balance, thus giving herself the upper hand. Ffasma was good with her blade, but better with her paws, and if she could keep the spar going like this, she could have a better chance at winning. That is, to say, if Ranjit was better with his blade than he was with paw-to-paw battling...*
OOC: Hope I didn't Godmode...
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