04-15-2010, 06:08 PM
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Meghann said she was fine with us moving forward a couple of rounds 
Haven had felt rage before, but never had the world given his anger the opportunity to fulfill the purpose that it wished to. He had wanted to punish whoever had scarred his sister's arms, but she would not tell him the name of the beast. He had wanted to tear those two Dahlians that had attacked Firefly limb from limb, but they had run off and not given him the chance, leaving him to re-channel his energy into saving his beaten aunt. This man wasn't running though and deep inside instinct told him that neither of them would back off. This would be a fight the likes of which he had never engaged in before. The Knight was not afraid though; he was ready.
The sickly pale secui came after him and Haven spaced his feet out on the ground, ready for the crash of contact once more. He was bringing his sword in front to grasp it with both hands but the other bowled into him before he could make his grip. His back crashed against the cool ground and he snarled as he felt teeth sink deep into the muscle of his arm. Not thinking, he let go of Vowkeeper, eyes burning with a feral fury. Unfettered arm lashed out at the enemy's face, claws striking to inflict substantial and distracting damage that would free his other arm from the jaws of the beast.
Haven had felt rage before, but never had the world given his anger the opportunity to fulfill the purpose that it wished to. He had wanted to punish whoever had scarred his sister's arms, but she would not tell him the name of the beast. He had wanted to tear those two Dahlians that had attacked Firefly limb from limb, but they had run off and not given him the chance, leaving him to re-channel his energy into saving his beaten aunt. This man wasn't running though and deep inside instinct told him that neither of them would back off. This would be a fight the likes of which he had never engaged in before. The Knight was not afraid though; he was ready.
The sickly pale secui came after him and Haven spaced his feet out on the ground, ready for the crash of contact once more. He was bringing his sword in front to grasp it with both hands but the other bowled into him before he could make his grip. His back crashed against the cool ground and he snarled as he felt teeth sink deep into the muscle of his arm. Not thinking, he let go of Vowkeeper, eyes burning with a feral fury. Unfettered arm lashed out at the enemy's face, claws striking to inflict substantial and distracting damage that would free his other arm from the jaws of the beast.