Venetia de Artio
Suitor
Commoner
In the end, it doesn't matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.
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Post by Venetia de Artio on Oct 16, 2010 18:00:17 GMT -5
Venetia’s eyes widened as he started lifting her up, then managing to break the ice on his fingers and move them forward, grabbing both of Venetia’s wrists. Tightening his grip on her arms she had to bit her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming in pain. His ice-covered sword had fallen down to the floor as he’d let go of it.
Raising her legs, the dark haired girl managed to place her feet on his chest and then quickly pushed him backwards with all her might at the same dragging her hands backwards and breaking free from his grasp.
Jumping backwards her eyes fell down to the sword lying by his feet and she realized this was a great opportunity to take his weapon away and hopefully make him weaker. Still the pain in her hands made her unable to think right and she stumbled backwards until she hit the wall, keeping her eyes on him to dodge the next attack.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Oct 17, 2010 22:00:51 GMT -5
Although he seemed to be tapping into some unnatural well of strength, the attacker's movements were still sluggish. Dusty was surprised by the second wind. It didn't take long for Venetia to free herself, but the tall man was lumbering forward.
Acting fast, Dusty ran in. She dove, feet first and slidpassed the strange man. She kicked the sword in Venetia's direction. Simultaneously, Dusty reached up and with her knife and slashed at any openingings she could find. This was mostly just the familiar metal on metal clanging, but she managed one good strike in before a large, chilly hand reached down and grabbed a fistfull of the front of her shirt. She was up in the air and soon found herself sailing towards the wall.
It was an unpleasant thud that marked her brief experience with flight. Another thud brought her back to the ground, her hat drifting it's way to join her.
"Ah, sonuva..." came the disgruntled grumbling as the detective tried to right herself, she was hoping Venetia could make some use of that blade before their tall friend decided to get a little more grabby.
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Venetia de Artio
Suitor
Commoner
In the end, it doesn't matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.
Posts: 50
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Post by Venetia de Artio on Nov 22, 2010 6:55:21 GMT -5
”Dusty!” Venetia gasped and looked worriedly at Dusty for a short moment before turning to her enemy. Obviously she had to take care of him before going back to her costumer.
Grabbing her sword the blue loving girl quickly ran behind the man and tried slashing her sword at what she hoped could be a weak point. Trying her best to drag his attention away from Dusty, to prevent him from hurting her even more.
(So sorry about the late reply (: I've been a little busy and had writer's block... still have though, but felt like I had to reply even so.)
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Nov 22, 2010 15:09:53 GMT -5
Dusty took the valuable time to pull herself back up to her feet. The continued without her as the tall man toppled over at Venetia's blow. Not a mortal wound, but with his legs as badly damaged as they were, it didn't take much to knock him over. Which was quite fortunate for his two adversaries.
His armor continued to crack under the repeated blows. Venetia was certainly starting to make her way through. As he struggled to regain his footing, Dusty charged in to deliver kick. The heel of her boot smashed unceremoniously into the faceplate of his helmet. The resulting clang reverberated in the chamber.
"Keep at 'im!" Dusty yelled, stomping down on one of his supporting hands.
(OOC: no worries. Good to see ya back!)
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Venetia de Artio
Suitor
Commoner
In the end, it doesn't matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.
Posts: 50
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Post by Venetia de Artio on Dec 25, 2010 12:01:07 GMT -5
After hitting the mysterious person a couple of times her sword seemed to make its way through the armour and finally reached the skin underneath. The man made a painful sound as her sword made a wound by his arm, hopefully making him unable to use it.
Jumping back Venetia sighed heavily. “How long do we have to keep doing this?” She muttered, clearly irritated. If she were to be hurt again it would take even longer before she could use her arms to make weapons again. That would cost her a lot. “Why can’t you just die!” She yelled and went at him again.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jan 6, 2011 10:48:58 GMT -5
Dusty could understand the shopkeepers frustration. She wanted to get this over with. It was long and tiring and Dusty had no time to waste on being informed from any injuries she might sustain from this drawn out battle. Venetia charged forward.
Dusty joined in, darting forward. She went for the good arm, grabbing ahold and wrapping it around his back. "Go for the head!" she yelled. The man was struggling and if this had been earlier in the fight, he probably would have tossed her clear across the room.
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