by нana ѕong » Mon Aug 25, 2014 11:56 am
Akyra narrows her eyes, having felt a slam of her opponents mind against her own. "Wont work," she growls out, building up a heavy barrier against her mind. This elf was a bit older then her, one that she knew actually, but that wouldnt slow her down. She glares over their locked blades, chosing just the right moment to brace her hand on the dull end of her sword, shoving hard, pushing him back. Not hessitating, she spins on her best leg, her left, kicking out hard with her right. Her boot connects soundly with the other elves chest, sending him stumbling back. Of course she got the experianced fighter. Smiling a bit, she leves her seord out, her opponent doing the same. After a heartbeat of tense evaluation, the two suddenly spring forward, their swords clashing in a dangerous dance. Sparks fly from their clashing blades, neither able to gain the full advantage at first. Both had cuts on their arms and body, but nothing overly serious. After a few more blows, Akyra's bright blue eyes harden like the ice hanging from the tree branches. She no longer knew these elves. They had taken riders dragons away. Growling softly, she kicks it up a notch, soon pushing her opponent back against a tree. She was just about to deliver the killing blow, but hesitates anyways. Elves tried to avoid fights, and killing their own kind... That hesistance was just enough for the beaten elf to lash out, grazing her side with his blade, before disappearing. She curses softly, clamping her right hand on her left rib cage to cover the cut. Muttering some choice words, she then looks back at Bayard with a faint smile.
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Storm sighs, probably. I searched her memories awhile back from before i hatched. She seemed more shy then, and peaceful. Since i hatched for her, she doesnt like seeing anyone get hurt...and now she has the ability to help, Storm replies back with a grumbling sound. I understand though, she adds at Kirby's fumbled appology.
(Shower. Brb)