06-20-2009, 06:02 PM
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Damn! In an instance Asha herself had been the one who was just so close to landing her strike, but Hemming certainly proved to be agile in evading her swipe. This Hemming, he was doing a pretty satisfactory upkeep so far. Better than Asha thought. That was quite alright, for she liked challenges anyways; she was generally the type that grew quite bored with static, repetitive routines, especially those who purposely took it easy on her. It was unknown to her whether or not Hemming was attempting to take it just a little bit easy, but so far Asha was having a blast, and getting down some moves and techniques with weaponry, no matter how big or small they seemed to be.
It was then his makeshift weapon suddenly snapped in two at the attempt of batting at her own stick again (in which it obviously missed), and the Amara couldn't help but bring her digits to the front of her muzzle in which she muffled her snickering. It was even more humorous to her when Hemming bellowed that his imaginary blacksmith was going to get the third degree for such a poorly designed weapon. She continued forth with her snickering which evolved into soft laughter, then made a reply to him laced in daring amusement with a coy smirk to match. "...That is, if you live to see your blacksmith." She commented smartly, giving a vivacious swish of her tail behind. Seeing as how Hemming was now weaponless and at her advantage, it was in the honorable code, however, that one shouldn't strike another who didn't have a weapon. Asha wouldn't torment him like that anyways, and plus, she was having too much damn fun to suddenly stop. At the request of taking hold of one of her other laying sticks as Hemming moved over to them, for a second she weighed out the options of him having a sturdy stick like hers, but after a momentary pause, her muzzle graced a smile. "I would not, noble Hemming. Majestic I must say, but we are not doneth. A better weapon, makes for a much bettereth, ruthless king." And so it was indeed that Hemming could take one of her extra sticks, and now with the probability of his new weapon holding strong throughout their jousting, their fun would continue without any technical difficulties made. Asha was ready, more than ever now.
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Damn! In an instance Asha herself had been the one who was just so close to landing her strike, but Hemming certainly proved to be agile in evading her swipe. This Hemming, he was doing a pretty satisfactory upkeep so far. Better than Asha thought. That was quite alright, for she liked challenges anyways; she was generally the type that grew quite bored with static, repetitive routines, especially those who purposely took it easy on her. It was unknown to her whether or not Hemming was attempting to take it just a little bit easy, but so far Asha was having a blast, and getting down some moves and techniques with weaponry, no matter how big or small they seemed to be.
It was then his makeshift weapon suddenly snapped in two at the attempt of batting at her own stick again (in which it obviously missed), and the Amara couldn't help but bring her digits to the front of her muzzle in which she muffled her snickering. It was even more humorous to her when Hemming bellowed that his imaginary blacksmith was going to get the third degree for such a poorly designed weapon. She continued forth with her snickering which evolved into soft laughter, then made a reply to him laced in daring amusement with a coy smirk to match. "...That is, if you live to see your blacksmith." She commented smartly, giving a vivacious swish of her tail behind. Seeing as how Hemming was now weaponless and at her advantage, it was in the honorable code, however, that one shouldn't strike another who didn't have a weapon. Asha wouldn't torment him like that anyways, and plus, she was having too much damn fun to suddenly stop. At the request of taking hold of one of her other laying sticks as Hemming moved over to them, for a second she weighed out the options of him having a sturdy stick like hers, but after a momentary pause, her muzzle graced a smile. "I would not, noble Hemming. Majestic I must say, but we are not doneth. A better weapon, makes for a much bettereth, ruthless king." And so it was indeed that Hemming could take one of her extra sticks, and now with the probability of his new weapon holding strong throughout their jousting, their fun would continue without any technical difficulties made. Asha was ready, more than ever now.
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