06-07-2008, 02:25 PM
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  The challenge, the command, and it'll begin next reply =) Let's assume that Skoll didn't mention in her in his story, but that he mentioned the wars.  He was moving quickly through the territory when he heard Lubomir's call. He already held his knife firmly in his left hand, but now he drew his axe with his right. Calling out like that was wholly inappropriate unless violence was imminent. Lubomir had seen violence before, knew what it looked like, and so Skoll doubled his speed, sprinting to the caller. When he finally stopped, and saw Lubomir come running, he saw the woman trotting along behind him, the fog concealing the wide grin which he knew was there. She was more slightly built than he was, both because of her coyote heritage as well as her gender. She was a little under seven feet tall, where he towered at eight feet. Nonetheless, he knew that size would avail him little against the threat she presented. The shoulder-protection rested on her frame, jagged blades jutting up from each, as well as from the metal plates on her elbows, to deter anyone from closing inside the guard of her swords. He saw that she had now attained the same sort of armor on her knees. Her dead ears remained fixed on her head by dozens of stitches while her gleeful eyes met his as she approached, her twin short swords, each more than two feet in length, were gripped in her small, gracile hands. No. SteelRose. The sadist monster from the Four Pack War, she was at least a year older than him, he remembered from the war, but she didn't look it at all. She had loved to kill, especially those whose lack of skill made for easy prey. The single most insane woman from that entire conflict, and sadly, one of those who had survived. He had met her once before this, but after the conflict, where they had stood off, and she had decided not to kill him, though to this day he didn't know why. "Ah! Skoll!" she said delightfully, her eyes flashing mischievously as she gave a faux curtsy. "I thought I might find you here, I was hoping you had taken up the axe again, and you haven't disappointed me!" "What do you want?" he asked evenly, not giving any sign of his misgivings. He had made a point of fighting the experienced soldiers during that war, hoping to spare his allies deaths by more capable hands, but he had always steered clear of her. She had feared no one, save Sirius, whose immensity was not something that could be countered by her blades or her insanity. "To collect the fight you didn't give me last time, of course," she pouted, the musical tones in her voice mocking to his ears. "Since when do you fight people who can fight back? You always went after the weakest people in BloodScar." "Yes, killing was new and exciting back then, I didn't want anyone to..." her voice trailed off as her eyes searched the ground in front of her feet. "Ruin my fun." She began to approach, her hips swaying suggestively as her arms and wrists straightened out at her side, the points of her blades a hair away from kissing the ground. The bronze warrior shifted his posture into a defensive stance. The woman laughed. "You had the right idea, you know. I wasn't aware how boring killing could get. I would go in to every fight knowing I was going to kill them, they would die, and I would leave unsatisfied. I went looking for better fighters, people who could whet my thirst and not leave me wanting when I was finished with them. On my journey, I've found eleven warriors, the best in their region. I killed them, but it was so much more...exhilerating!" Her eyes flashed with insanity as she said this, her grin wide and gleeful. "I remembered you from the War and from last time, remembered that I hadn't finished my business with you. You killed three of the ten best soldiers in the war, four if the stories around these parts are true. You are going to be my best kill yet, my yellow-haired man, so don't disappoint." "Lubomir, this isn't where you want to be...she's like me, professional. Stay out of it, go wake Tayui or Pilot and tell them what's happened, tell them to be on guard until I give them the all clear." He turned his amber eyes toward her. This was bad. He wasn't sure if he could win this, given what he knew of her. His forte was unarmed fighting, he had learned to fight with the weapons he wielded now out of necessity. While he was well-rounded, SteelRose was a specialist. She wielded now the same weapons she had wielded before, and he didn't think she had probably ever fought without them. Her experience with human weapons exceeded his, and his training would be less useful because of the introduction of steel. What's more, she had metal armor, where he had only a wooden shield which only covered a little under a foot both above and below his forearm. The scent of oil on her blades was strong...she had come prepared for this. The battle would begin soon. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |