one mind, any weapon

Adele Caraway · 10-17-2011, 07:05 PM

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Adele the derp to the rescue, only to be needing rescue herself. She is figthing against Lanna Ivring(NPCP), which is not intended to die in this thread; I believe the NPCP is too run off into a different sub-thread to die? Adele is so hopeless, she needs help.

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Adele felt out of place among the chaos that she wadded through like a thick river. In all directions were yells of war and cries of pain, which twisted her heart─ did she knew the person who cried, will she ever get to learn of him or did he walk away with Death before she heard of his name and how he was as a person? She pressed softly against the chain of flowers that she wore as she speedily walked, keeping low and out of the already ensnarled battles; the whimsical girl was too naïve in a sense for war, for she even felt pain for the Guardians that “us” so strongly hated. She did not like these titles that she had become aware of over the few days, the distasteful “them”, Maska and Guardians, and the vengeful “us”, the ones who were pained by “them”. She solely wished for only “we”, together and not separated, like the chained flowers that clung to each other, falling apart if only one was disconnected. But Adele now knew she couldn’t wish for frivolous things, not now.

She saw a break in the groups running amuck, and dove into the opening. In the corner of her vision, she saw a man atop of a horse who knocked down a Guardian. Death seemed to sweetly sweep over the woman quickly, as if a blissing from pain that the damage would have surely caused, and was stilled before she even hit the ground. But, sudden movement caught her attention. Another Guardian had joined this particular fray, with some weapon in her hand. It was aimed high, straight for either the man or his horse, wherever it may land. Without quite thinking it through, she ran at the woman, surprisingly quick because of her slim size, and tackled her, knocking the weapon out of her hand before it was able to be released.

While the wolfess overcame her daze, Adele quickly picked up the pointed stick and, with little grace, threw it away from the warring crowd, where it stuck awkwardly in the ground away from the mass of people. The canine got over her shock faster than the Caraway hoped for, and barely had enough time to block a swing from the obviously stronger female, who had a body of a warrior. Rain’s training kicked in, and weaved from the woman’s blows, jabbing a left hook against her jaw that was clearly weak, for she did not expect the hit to land nor did she truly tried to harm her. The other sensed that she was holding back, and began to relentlessly aiming blows, Adele herself trying her best to block them.

Tabel by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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