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Post by Zavael on Mar 22, 2005 18:45:07 GMT -6
Zavael spreads his legs about shoulder length apart from each other, with his left foot forward. His front leg is slightly to the left of his body with his foot pointing forward and his back leg is slightly to the back with the foot pointing out. He shifts his weight back and forth slightly, finally settling down to where he was confortable. He lowers his body down only slightly, allowing his knees to only slightly bend. standing with his back straight he brings his right hand to his abdomen, cupping his hand palm up, as if he was trying to hold water in the palm of his hand. he brings his front arm forward, at chest height, with his arm bent at slightly over a ninety degree angle. he cups his forward hand same as the other one, but with the palm pointing down. He brings his tail in close, but low, curling the end of his tail, and positioning the end of it in line with his forward foot, pointing the tip of the blade forward. He arcs his wings in close to his shoulders and high, folding them in about half way. He points the top of his wings straight up and slightly forward, point the tips the same direction as his chest, leaving the bottom of his wings flared out as much as possible, bending the tip of his wings back in toward himeself.
"I'm ready whenever you are. Say, how bout afterwords we go to the mortal realm for a bite to eat?" He says, the way to happy smile appearing back on his face.
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Post by Aillysu on Mar 22, 2005 18:47:15 GMT -6
Lysu smirks slightly, although her eyes are a bit wary. "If you're well enough after this, Devil, we'll see about catching something." Her eyebrow quirks up. She's never come up against a creature like this before. She takes a deep breath, calming her inside turmoil. She stands in a traditional fencing open move, right leg forward and bent, her back leg bent slightly less. Her left arm back and up, palm facing her head and relaxed. Her sword arm bent slightly, elbow in line with her hip, wrist loose, palm facing the left, holding Zephyr. Lysu changes her mind on her opening tactics, noticing Zavael's stance; instead of opening with a traditional lunge, she manuevers an upward slash towards Zavael's head, changing direction at the last moment, alternating her grip on the sword so it was over instead of under the hilt, her sword arm now at a 90 degree angle knuckles toward the ground, striking with Zephyr as if it were a dagger, her arm lashing out from her hip level.
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Post by Narrator on Mar 22, 2005 18:48:50 GMT -6
Lysu's lunge misses.
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Post by Zavael on Mar 22, 2005 18:51:09 GMT -6
Zavael quickly moves his back foot around the back while he grabs Aillysu's wrist with his forward hand. He twist his body around, and pulls, using Aillysu's forward momentum to carry her past. On the way past he brings his forward wing around and slaps her on the rump with it. He finishes the twist, with the two on the opposite sides of the field than when they started, back in his fighting stance. "By the way, what do you cute little elves eat?" He says, still happily smiling, and already enjoying the fight
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Post by Ilinid on Mar 22, 2005 18:52:44 GMT -6
*Ilinid holds her breath as Lysu lunges... and exhales in slight disappointment when she misses. The entire talk about going to the mortal realm for a bite to eat makes her nose wrinkle delicately. /Humans/. Dirty, lumbering, coarse, loud creatures. /Cute little elves/. She was starting to dislike this Zavael and his too-flippant attitude. She would certainly never like him if he won the battle. Ilinid straightens her shoulders and narrows her green eyes, intent on the outcome* You must /win/, Lysu. *Breathed, faint, not meant for ears at all. Even she who whispers it may not hear it, as it is more a fervant prayer than actually spoken*
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Post by Aillysu on Mar 22, 2005 18:54:52 GMT -6
Lysu looks slightly bewildered, unsure why her thrust hadn't reached its mark. She is the best! She blows a lock of hair out of her eyes, almost sneering at Zavael. "Cute? Watch yourself, devil." She tucks herself into a smaller figure, flaring her wings, almost looking as if she's ready to bound into the air. Her right arm raises, the point of her blade to the sky, palm facing Zavael. Her left arm crooked, the palm straight, the fingertips at level with her right shoulder. Her right leg slightly bent, resting minimal weight on the ball of her foot. Her left leg is coiled under her, 90% of her weight on it. She jumps into the air with a stroke of her wings, folding them in to let herself descend quickly, her left arm coming down in a blocking movement, followed by her right, using the tip of her sword to slash at the junctur of Zavael's neck and shoulder. After all, they /are/ just sparing. She doesn't want to kill this loud mouth... yet. Her right leg snaps out underneath the sword stroke towards the devil's midsection, hoping to at least knock him back a bit.
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Post by Narrator on Mar 22, 2005 18:59:06 GMT -6
Once again Aillysu misses with both her slash and kick.
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Post by Zavael on Mar 22, 2005 19:01:32 GMT -6
Zavael quickly moves back and shifts his weight to his right foot. he brings his left knee up to touch his left elbow, keeping both his leg and arm straight and verticle. He sweeps both outward from his body blocking both the strike and the kick. He quickly twist his wrist around wraping it around hers and shoves his knee hard between her legs, keeping them spread. He sweeps his right hand down the front of his body in a circle after her left arm and sweeps her left arm out wide, also grabbing her wrist. he quickly moves in towards her pushing her up against him, her arms out wide and her legs spread by his knee and thigh. "I'm sorry, my dear. I guess I don't have the same subtlety of the incubi. If I offend you in any way, I am truly sorry."
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