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Post by ranjit on May 18, 2006 20:03:58 GMT -5
Ranjit heard her question and he wasn't going to awnser her but a small voice inside him said,She's your superior officer, you should tell her. "Ok I'll tell you. I don't want to die." He stopped circling." I don't care if that makes for a bad soldier but I like my life. I would give it up for the horde but in a meaningless fight like this...........never!" Ranjit's eyes were wide. It was as if someone else had said it and he had just watched helplessly as the words poured from his mouth. I am so going to be demoted. Oh No. I'm a sargeant what can I say to recover? He sought desperetly for something, anything to say but nothing came to him.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 22, 2006 16:37:19 GMT -5
*Ffasma burst out laughing, a high-pitched, raspy laugh that wasn't particularly pleasant. She rocked back and forth, her eyes closed and a slightly creepy smile on her face, finding great amusement in the facial expression of Ranjit. Finally, she stopped laughing and poked Ranjit with the butt of her blade.* Cadet, you have nothing to fear. I wouldn't kill you over a spar...that would be ridiculous. *She suddenly advanced forward, sticking her face inches from Ranjit.* Unless, that is, you were to try and do away with me. Because then I'd fight for my life!
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Post by ranjit on May 22, 2006 19:37:43 GMT -5
Ranjit looked at her with an unflinching face." Trust me, I don't kill people for no reason."He broke off from her and put up his sword. He unbuckled it and flung it off to the side. "Well then just in case, lets fight with just our paws then."
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 23, 2006 19:21:35 GMT -5
*Ffasma tossed her sword to one side as well and took the ready stance, her eyes shining the littlest bit. This was her specialty, the way she fought best. She looked Ranjit over, noting his stance, watching for any sign of an opening, and all the while keeping her defense up. She nodded in the weasel's direction, signaling for him to go first. Now she was pumped...this spar couldn't get any better!*
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Post by ranjit on May 23, 2006 20:38:30 GMT -5
"Alright then." Ranjit rushed her trying to push her over.
sorry its short
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 24, 2006 15:56:15 GMT -5
*Ffasma reached out and locked hands with the weasel, putting all her weight behind her and attempting to topple him over, or at least throw him back a little, which would give her a chance to rush in and execute a move that would have a more likely chance of hitting.*
OOC: S'ok, this is short too...
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Post by ranjit on May 27, 2006 21:14:54 GMT -5
Ranjit couldn't match Ffasma for her strength but he was smart. He released the pressure letting her pin him down to the ground. He tried to swing his leg around her waist and manuver himself onto her back.
OOC: I know that sounds wrong but it will work out in the end.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 28, 2006 18:53:10 GMT -5
*Ranjit's move was clever, Ffasma knew, but Ffasma was no heavyweight. As his leg swung around, the ferret rocked from the side to side and then began leaning even more to one side. She tried to hold herself up, tried to throw Ranjit off, but the weasel's weight combined with a most unusual position caused her to topple onto her side.*
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Post by ranjit on May 29, 2006 20:54:56 GMT -5
Ranjit was not prepared for this. He didn't know what to do. He tried to punch her in the head several times.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 30, 2006 19:11:08 GMT -5
*Ffasma took two of the hits before managing to jerk her head back rather spasmodically. Trying to ignore the smarting pain and dizziness she feels, Ffasma jerks herself sideways, trying to see past the blinding and blinking stars and push Ranjit down, but not get on top of him. She just wants him to be vulnerable or even slowed down for a few precious moments, which would give her a chance to...well...recover!*
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Post by ranjit on May 30, 2006 20:00:54 GMT -5
Ranjit went flying backwards and he stumbled back upward. "Alright get ready now." Ranjit wheezed a few times. The blow had knocked his breath out from him.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jun 2, 2006 17:50:58 GMT -5
*Ffasma, who was still rather disoriented, manages to get up and take a few precious seconds to give her head one final chance to clear. Then the ferret took a few creeping steps forward and lunged at Ranjit, trying to catch him in his confused and hurt state. She aimed a kick at his midriff, trying to knock him back and confuse him even more.*
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Post by ranjit on Jun 4, 2006 19:51:48 GMT -5
Ranjit caught the kick in his middle section. He staggered and flipped over a bench. He fell down and layed there for a moment... hoping to draw her in and make a mistake.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jun 5, 2006 19:40:52 GMT -5
*Ffasma watched Ranjit's fall and she stood there, breathing heavily, having no desired to move. She took a few steps forward, about to go check and see if he was breathing, but she remembered how he had tricked her before and she stays there, weakened, still a little dizzy, but ready should he leap up and try and bring her down again. This spar was turning out to be not only painful but very challenging and entertaining, and though Ffasma was smarting all over, she felt eagerness and power course through her veins.*
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