06-12-2009, 10:07 PM
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Thanks! And, oh, hahh, yeah, that’s a good half foot taller than her, ^=^ Maybe the dream does make it better, ^=^;;
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Cwmfen’s attack had spilled blood once more as VoidFane miscalculated, opening a wound upon his face and head. The rapid blinking was disturbingly like the rapid movement of shutters in the wind of dark house she had seen in a dream so long ago when the remnants of human existence had continued to be foreign. But her thrust, unlike her swinging strike, had not been successful. His grip upon the blade had been unexpected as he flicked it aside. The song of Obsidon seemed to shudder through her as its blade bit into the fingers of the beast, but the sword did not know the difference between an attack it made and an attack upon itself, and surely in this case it was the latter. She knew that she should have relinquished the blade when he pulled it toward him, but she did not, suffering for that mistake through the reception of the blow his left hand through.
The black fae fell back, her back hitting upon the soft formations of the bog. Her head did not hit the ground as her chin was held against her chest, but because her hands still gripped the blade, the shock of the fall was absorbed through her torso. A sharp breath was released as she struggled to regain the situation. Using the momentum of her fall, she pulled the male back toward her, and whether he followed or not, surely his hand would pay the price. She used the stability of the ground beneath her and the sword within her hands to push of the ground, her heel tucked in near other thigh. And then she kicked out at his stomach, twisting her body deftly onto its side so as to execute that attack, her hard heel seeking to making contact with that single powerful stroke. If he did not fall back, she would kick out once more in rapid succession. But the warrior hoped that he would release the blade, that she would be given time to rise.
Thanks! And, oh, hahh, yeah, that’s a good half foot taller than her, ^=^ Maybe the dream does make it better, ^=^;;
300+
Cwmfen’s attack had spilled blood once more as VoidFane miscalculated, opening a wound upon his face and head. The rapid blinking was disturbingly like the rapid movement of shutters in the wind of dark house she had seen in a dream so long ago when the remnants of human existence had continued to be foreign. But her thrust, unlike her swinging strike, had not been successful. His grip upon the blade had been unexpected as he flicked it aside. The song of Obsidon seemed to shudder through her as its blade bit into the fingers of the beast, but the sword did not know the difference between an attack it made and an attack upon itself, and surely in this case it was the latter. She knew that she should have relinquished the blade when he pulled it toward him, but she did not, suffering for that mistake through the reception of the blow his left hand through.
The black fae fell back, her back hitting upon the soft formations of the bog. Her head did not hit the ground as her chin was held against her chest, but because her hands still gripped the blade, the shock of the fall was absorbed through her torso. A sharp breath was released as she struggled to regain the situation. Using the momentum of her fall, she pulled the male back toward her, and whether he followed or not, surely his hand would pay the price. She used the stability of the ground beneath her and the sword within her hands to push of the ground, her heel tucked in near other thigh. And then she kicked out at his stomach, twisting her body deftly onto its side so as to execute that attack, her hard heel seeking to making contact with that single powerful stroke. If he did not fall back, she would kick out once more in rapid succession. But the warrior hoped that he would release the blade, that she would be given time to rise.