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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 5, 2009 21:11:17 GMT -5
(lol Kat says I'm allowed to dodge or it's godmodding)
He was surprised by her movements, but with is reflexes he was able to move his neck so the dagger just gave it a somewhat deep cut, but was still held menacingly over it. "Back off or I take the arm off before you can, and that'll hurt a lot worse..." He twisted his sword lightly inside her while looking at the dagger near his neck. Although it was inches away from an important spot, he didn't look afraid for his life in the least.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 6, 2009 5:51:47 GMT -5
Jens swung the sword at him again.
Aiming for the dagger.
Even if it missed him it would remove the dagger from Ajora.
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Post by Ajora on Feb 6, 2009 15:46:11 GMT -5
"Heh....jokes on your my friend" she half laughed, half coughed.
She looked at her dagger, and sure enough, her plan had worked.
The silver nitrate laced upon her dagger was creeping into his wounds, smothered all over the wound, making it's way into the works of his body. Once it's in, it's not coming out.
With a hard tug, she pulls herself off of the blade.
She feels weak. Ajora tries to step back, but falls to one knee.
Slowly slipping away the knives, she stares into the shocked eyes of Shinsei.
"Surprise" she says, with a bitter tone.
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 6, 2009 17:33:49 GMT -5
Shin was far from shocked, he shook his head and gave an annoyed grimace. "Poison's such a cowardly method of attack, you really think something like that will stop the leader of the strongest vampire clan?" He asked as he walked over towards her again, he felt the stinging in his neck and aching in the rest of his body, but thousands of years of pain gave him a higher ability to withstand it. He noticed her weakness and stepped forward to put his sword by her neck. "Either go for a killing strike, or be killed. Anything less is sheer weakness. Trying to undermine someone else's strength while they are clearly stronger than you is one of the most cowardly acts in battle." He glared at her, wincing slightly in pain from the effects but managing to stay focused. He remembered the other person who had missed him earlier and shook his head, removing his sword from near her and resheathing it. "I won't kill such a coward, you're not worth it." He spat and turned his back on her. "If weakness is a sin, then cowardice is downright criminal. A more fitting punishment would be to let you live with this defeat, in a prison of your own weakness." He felt the eye patch on his left eye and sighed. He could use that and destroy them both, but he'd have to retreat for now, he didn't feel like unleashing his berserker self right now and the pain was beginning to get to him. "I've spilled enough blood for tonight, besides, I wouldn't want to kill an interesting plaything... just yet." He smirked wryly.
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Post by Ajora on Feb 6, 2009 22:28:12 GMT -5
"Interesting plaything? INTERESTING PLAYTHING!?" she shrieked.
She lifted her unwounded arm to knock away his blade as she tumbled back.
"Is that what you first thought of me almost 400 years ago? That i'm a plaything? You sick fuck, your death will be at my hands, i promise you!"
There was enough rage in her to possibly overpower Shinsei. But she knew using it may lead to irrational movement, and death. This fight was not one she could win.
Again.
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 7, 2009 16:01:04 GMT -5
Shin grinned while his back was towards her. "Good, use that anger, and maybe our next fight will be more interesting." He turned his head back to her, pushing up his eye patch briefly so she can get a glimpse of his full power, of how futile her efforts to defeat him really were, but also to give her something to shoot for. He pushed his eye patch back down, covering up his red eye. "If you truly wish to have the strength to kill me, then use that hatred as your motivation to become stronger..." He smirked and stepped away, disappearing into the night. "Until next time..."
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Post by Ajora on Feb 7, 2009 16:57:27 GMT -5
"I shall not stoop to your lows....Mongrel..."
She had the heart to chase him down, and not let him leave her sight once again.
The crushing blow of failure ripped at her. She could still not avenge her family.
She crawled over to a nearby wall, and propped herself up against it.
Here, she sat, wallowing over her state.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 7, 2009 16:59:15 GMT -5
jens hugged her lightly.
"You did well in my opinion"
he held out his claymore.
"On this claymore, I will help you kill that bastard!"
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Post by Ajora on Feb 7, 2009 17:04:25 GMT -5
"His death must be at my hands..." she murmured.
Consciousness was fading her now, much of her blood had been lost.
"I...swear it."
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 7, 2009 17:50:23 GMT -5
"Well you can administer the finishing blow"
He helped her up.
"Shall we go into town?"
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