06-24-2009, 07:19 PM
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Aidan had been gazing at the two from the distance in their satire of royal sword (stick) fighting, gently grazing and chewing at the long grasses while the two Luperci were engaged in a tepid conflict of skill and strategy with their timber weapons. What was her Spirit Guide, Jaya, to think and say to all this? Like a hushed lover's lips whispering in her pierced ears, Jaya was commenting on the stance and persona of Hemming, quite amused himself of Hemming's natural humor that came to him inherently and what started this whole ordeal in the first place among them.
Commenting about which blacksmith to consult in her weaponry, the Amara grinned, dipping her muzzle in a respectful nod once again. "Such weaponry was wielded by your Lady itself, though it is not any more sturdieth than weapons of the mercyful gods themselves." It might have been Asha's second choice to be a craftsman (or woman) of some sort due to the fact that she could easily manipulate most objects, but fighting, and the courageous spirit of adventure and thrill was more up her alley than anything.
With her lithe and small figure returning to the previous stance she had in which she was ready for any move to be executed her way, Asha chortled a hearty laugh at his statement of herself falling before her own weaponry. There was no reply to come from her this time, in which she would like her wooden sword do the talking for her; Asha began her trickery with her feet at first, dancing madly for mere moments, before bringing her weapon down in a crescent (first rising up and then falling hard) upon her opponent. Hemming had better be ready to intercept this tactic, or else it could be a pretty bruising and painful smack of her stick made to him indeed.
Aidan had been gazing at the two from the distance in their satire of royal sword (stick) fighting, gently grazing and chewing at the long grasses while the two Luperci were engaged in a tepid conflict of skill and strategy with their timber weapons. What was her Spirit Guide, Jaya, to think and say to all this? Like a hushed lover's lips whispering in her pierced ears, Jaya was commenting on the stance and persona of Hemming, quite amused himself of Hemming's natural humor that came to him inherently and what started this whole ordeal in the first place among them.
Commenting about which blacksmith to consult in her weaponry, the Amara grinned, dipping her muzzle in a respectful nod once again. "Such weaponry was wielded by your Lady itself, though it is not any more sturdieth than weapons of the mercyful gods themselves." It might have been Asha's second choice to be a craftsman (or woman) of some sort due to the fact that she could easily manipulate most objects, but fighting, and the courageous spirit of adventure and thrill was more up her alley than anything.
With her lithe and small figure returning to the previous stance she had in which she was ready for any move to be executed her way, Asha chortled a hearty laugh at his statement of herself falling before her own weaponry. There was no reply to come from her this time, in which she would like her wooden sword do the talking for her; Asha began her trickery with her feet at first, dancing madly for mere moments, before bringing her weapon down in a crescent (first rising up and then falling hard) upon her opponent. Hemming had better be ready to intercept this tactic, or else it could be a pretty bruising and painful smack of her stick made to him indeed.