Old Age Magic V.3 ((accepting))

[Ser Doodah the Lewd]

Xai-jin lets out a deep exhale, ignoring the elf's goading, "You have good reflexes, this'll be something interesting. Though I hope you don't expect for me to lose my temper so easily, this time. You have to attack using more than just empty, venomous words to reach your end."

[jormungandr]

{Recap, Ohh and major internet probs, might not be on}

[12.]

Allyssen looked at Tori and grinned he stood and grabbed a hold of her hands, "Your back!" he exclaimed happily.

"I'm not do sure, venomous words have gotten me pretty far in life, I mean, sure maybe one or two people are mad at me, but I have yet had to run from a fight." he said, not mentioning his reflexes are so fast because he knew what his opponent would do before they did it.

[Ser Doodah the Lewd]

"I'm not do sure, venomous words have gotten me pretty far in life, I mean, sure maybe one or two people are mad at me, but I have yet had to run from a fight." he said, not mentioning his reflexes are so fast because he knew what his opponent would do before they did it.

Xai-jin snorts, regaining his composure as he turns to his companion, "So, 'tis be all that you're worth? Empty, venomous words? From how it sounds, you most likely can't even use your blades properly...Though this new land is full of surprises, so the answer to that will appear in due time." His voice has an honest, though playful tone, "It is still in your field, friend." Xai-jin cracks a small smile, his eyes focused on his companion, who resides in the tree.

[12.]

"My blades have been bodied, but why fight with steel when words are much hader to parry?" Vexxt'all asked "Besides, it seems neither one of us wish to be the first to strike, so I beg to question, are we both cowards?"

[Ser Doodah the Lewd]

"Cowards? It seems unfair to call either of us that, our ways of battle vary. I do not partake in striking first, for the sake of tradition. But you, yourself, you do not strike first because you have, from what it is presumed, a less traditional way of fighting. You focus on using your taunts to enrage your foe, to enfuriate them so that they cannot think clearly, and become reckless in their attacks. So that you have the advantage of meagerly avoiding their blows, so that when they finally tire out, you go for the kill." Xai-jin brought a finger up, touching the wiry, aged hairs on his bearded chin, his mind calculating as he studies his companion and would-be combatant. Xai-jin turns his back away from the elf, pacing a bit back and forth, contemplating the results of their would-be 'sparring'.

[12.]

"Very close actually, although I need not wait them to tire, I just await them to over extend." he said, when in actual fact, he just waited for them to think of attacking. "But you have already struck the earth, and he is my friend, would striking my friend count as striking at me? Especially when you cause a ripple of force to attempt to strike me?" He asked the Pandoren

[Ser Doodah the Lewd]

"The ripple of force wasn't necessarily at you, as it was to mend my mind, or as a release. As for the earth, it wouldn't count as striking at you, in the eyes of simplicity. If your deemed element is the earth, it may lean towards it more." Xai-jin nods, "Though it is a good thought, it seems folly to intend to fight if we both are, by the likes of circumstance, unwilling to strike first. But the Shi'rah still hungers for combat, so is there a nearby sparring ground?" Xai-jin bows respectively, before turning his back to the elf, waiting for him to get down from his spot in his tree, or to respond in general.

[12.]

"There is, but the warriors here are untried in actual combat, allow me to break my long standing tradition then, for you my friend." e said as he jumped out of the tree, landing behind the pandoren and trying to sweep his legs out from under hi with his leg.

[Ser Doodah the Lewd]

Xai-jin lept into the air, dodging the sweep as he does a mid-air backflip, before landing on his two feet, a few meters apart from the elf. Both of his eyebrows raised in intrigue, the Pandaren does a second, respective bow before re-entering his battle stance.