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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 1:12:49 GMT -5
"I've often found that hitting oneself solves little." He grinned. "Hitting others, that solves lots." Leaping to his feet, he drew his sword, raced across the clearing and deftly turned to face her, in a relaxed stance. His sword tip pointed to the ground and his whole frame was relaxed.
"Care for a duel? Or do you think you can actually take me, wench!?"
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 8, 2008 1:15:16 GMT -5
"Call me a wench again and you'll know what it feels like to be bitten by a vampire." she hissed, grabbing her sword from her hilt. She growled at him, taking a step back, drawing it back with one hand, the other forward for balance.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 10:24:12 GMT -5
Tormir chuckled and strode nonchalantly across the clearing, sword tip almost dragging the dirt. He waited for her to move as he argued with the demon who seemed to think he could just pop up at free will.
"Well, well. Finally going to show her who is the alpha male I see?" Tormir actually smiled at that. "Not due to your prompting. No. How useful she could be. She could easily pose as Aes Sedai. Or as a wychlaran. And that would not only please father, that I was finally a full born Gaidan, but it would open a world of places we can go that we aren't quite allowed in now."
"Ah, now that's wise thinking isn't it. But say you kill her?" Tormir roared and called to the earth mother, asking his magic return. "I won't. I promise, I'll play nice." He grinned and waited her advance.
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 8, 2008 11:42:59 GMT -5
She kept her defensive stance a few moments, watching him. Almost trying to read him, she was. She saw nothing in his eyes. He was waiting for her to make the first move.
"Go...Sssabriel.." the voice in her head whispered. She shooke the thoughts away, preperaing herself for the first move. She lunged forward, sword at her waist height, ready for any sort of attack he might counter. She brought her weapon up, attempting to slash into his chest.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 21:50:26 GMT -5
Leaning back in one smooth motion, Tormir's sword seemed to leap up and over as he slid inside of the attack. It pricked the skin, right at the base of her throat and he hovered there before vaulting away, laughing uproariously, and preparing for another attack.
How easy the move had been. Perhaps, if she would join him, he could teach her to use that display piece properly. He chuckled to himself and dropped into a crouch, sword level in front of him and eyes ever roaming the scene before him.
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 8, 2008 21:55:05 GMT -5
She waited this time. Her sword infront of her, ready to block him if he came at her. She wasn't making the first move this time. She moved slowly, backward, her eyes never leaving him. "Sssabriel...No Sssabriel...Go.." the voice whispered in her ear. She shook her head slightly, watching him, biting her bottom lip a moment. No, she wasn't going to move... yet.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 22:16:23 GMT -5
Tormir appeared to rise with great speed, and then he was standing in front of her, swords clashing with a screech of metal on metal, nine inches of her blade curled into useless metal shavings. His blade, a scimitar with an edge on about a foot of the back and wickedly curved, was made of a material stronger than any known to man. He wasn't sure of the name of it, but it's color was somewhere between gold and silver mixed together with streaks of black in it. As if it were tainted mithril.
His old blade had melted. He winced as he thought about it and looked at her blade, destroyed in a similar sense. His had been melted by an ancient red dragon when he and the Minotaur Akron had fought it to free Tormir's father. He had claimed this from the treasure but had many more trinkets as well as an entire armory in his father's castle. What was more, he could send wolves as messengers to his father, also a wolf brother, and could have the weapon's bourne to him within a day's time.
"I can replace that if you like. I can also give you a special type of phylactery that will allow you to walk openly in the sun. I can train you to fight in way's you've never dreamed. All I ask is your allegiance. "
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 8, 2008 22:35:31 GMT -5
"My allegiance?" she asked, tilting her head abit. She was thinking it over, it was obvious.
"No Sssabriel, you don't need him.." the voice whispered against her ear.
"Yes I do." she thought.
"You don't, Sssabriel.." it said again.
She growled slightly, looking to Tormir. "You have a deal."
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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 22:41:13 GMT -5
"Ah, how fortuitous for you, eh?" Tormir grimmaced and refrained from shouting, as it did little good to begin with.
He looked at her and smiled slightly. "Very well then, milady." He bowed low, exposing his back to her and smiling. If ever she would turn on him, why not now, before she could gain his trust?
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 8, 2008 22:45:31 GMT -5
"Where do we go from here?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. She smiled a bit.
"Now.. Now Sssabriel... Your going to regret thisss.." the voice in her head said, growling slightly.
"Oh, shut up." she said, smacking the side of her head.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 22:52:09 GMT -5
"Well, there are many places. But it is perhaps a wise choice to find shelter, as the dawn approaches fast. I know of a place that we should reach within the hour. It's not much, but it will work til tomorrow night, when we can relocate and practice some fighting styles. I'm on my way to join the rest of my force. We are small as of now, but deadly and each of us has a specialized fighting style in which we excell. We are the Drin al Caldazar, Warriors of the Red Eagle, a mercenary band." He said all of this rather fast, but the look in her eyes made him think that she had understood all of it.
That done, he collected his boots, putting them on and belting on his sword belt. He carried his coat and shirt, prefering to feel the cool night breeze on his aching body. The moonlight made the sweat on his form glisten, outlining him in a dull sheen of color. The blue from his tattooing mixed with the soft bronze of his skin, making a myriad of colors in the pale light.
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 8, 2008 23:07:37 GMT -5
She nodded slightly. "Probably the best idea." she said, laughing slightly. "If you would be so kind to lead the way?" She gave a slight curtsy.
The voice in her head, had quieted for a time. It was finally, peaceful. She let off a bit of a sigh, glancing back into the forest. What was she truely doing here? She didn't know.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 8, 2008 23:14:17 GMT -5
He lead on and they seemed to make good timing. He was right and they had arrived within an hours time. It was little more than a cavern, but while training as a Warder, he had learned to make shelter out of a cloak and twigs. A cave was like a palace to a warder. Especially one as this was. It had been made into a sort of dwelling for hunters and, one could assume, those with the curse. That they might hunt and sleep away the effects here. It was well kempt and had goose down beds, a small washing basin and a small stream that ran through it at the very back.
Plopping down on one bed and removing his boots, he bundled the coat and shirt up, making an impromptue pillow. He lay down on the bed, and was asleep before he could even mutter a word. He called to the wolves mentally, in his last moments of conciousness and asked them to stand guard against all danger. And they agreed of course. They loved and respected him as well as feared him.
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