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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 11:55:32 GMT -5
Ruthless warrior was what the people of her race called her. She was one of the best at what she did. She had Killer instincts and reflexes like a Cheetah drinking coffee. And they all worked to her advantage. Especially now as she trained with the very best in her league. SWords drawn, sweat pouring from the pores of their bodies. HEr hair was drawn back, and what was not in the ponytail was plastered to her face. She was a work a holic. She lived, breathed, ate, and sleep her training. She was a mercenary of the finest decent, and here she was living a dream. Only it wasn't her dream. IT was her fathers. But the old man was dying and she couldnt deny him anything. She dodged the blade of her training mates sword then slashed her own, only to be caught by an on slaught of daggers. Some hit their mark, others missed and landed on trees. And it was clear how much the training was taking out of her. She could barely keep going, she was exhausted and weary. She needed to rest. But Rest was for the weak.
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 12:23:01 GMT -5
Lazarus really didn't know what he was doing here or why he was here. Wanting to watch a fight, or maybe get into one he supposed. He wasn't sure and he didn't care, so he sat down where a fair amount of people were watching these eight foot gargantuans battle it out. He was interested in how strong they were. Maybe he'd challenge one, but he doubted that, he wasn't much for getting into a fight right now. Placing a small bet with the rest of the men and women there, he took a bottle of water close to him and downed half of it in one sip. So far the fight was just as boring as he felt.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 12:38:08 GMT -5
She pulled a dagger from her leg and tossed it aside. Her opponet was steadily pushing her back. Back towards another fight. She was loosing stamina and loosing blood. SHe pulled her energy up slightly and soared into the air, turning in a circle she kicked her opponet and then fell to the ground. Breathing heavily as other people were fighting around her. She breathed then stood once more, she drew her sword and tried backing her opponet into a corner but they received the upper hand once more and pushed her towards the other fighters. Putting her directly into the line of another fight. She ducked and struck over and over again until she couldnt take it anymore. To much blood was lost and her energy was leaving her. So Slowly she fell to her knees and doubled over trying to regain what was left of herself.
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 12:41:20 GMT -5
The fight went on and the two were really bashing one another to pieces and somehow fights started getting intermingled and Lazarus frowned. Well, this would definitely make it more interesting. Several people went down and he continued watching, cheering with the crowd as the big guy who had long hair took the lead and was in the best position for victory, and some small ugly looking creature came from behind and slammed the man into the ground. Everyone roared in anger, happiness, and so many other loud emotions and Lazarus just shook his head. This was hilarious.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 12:48:03 GMT -5
A Man fell almost on top of her. She had to move fast to get out of the way. Which had drained her energy even more. She sat there waiting. Waiting to make a move. Finally she saw the oppertunity she wanted. And she took it. She jumped from the side of the man who had fallen and drove a sword straight into a man she had been targeting. It didnt go far. Just enought to wound him and put him out of the fight. But her little accomplishment was enough to put her in the lead. She was fighting everyone now. Just jumping in and going at it. Trying to ignore her weakness. But her stubborness took it's toll on her and she fell again. This time she was pulled out from a barrage of attacks by some people standing nearby. She was placed on the stands and was made to sit there, watching with shadowed dismay at the fighed she wanted to win.
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 12:51:23 GMT -5
Watching as several more people fell out of the fight left and right, Lazarus just realized that he'd lost and the big guy he'd put a bet on was out on the side of the fighting ground and heaving for all he was worth. Wimp. Lazarus watched as the fight slowly dwindled down to the final two but didn't very much care to see someone he didn't be on win. So getting up, he walked around and headed off to a few stands that had some food and drinks for the fighters. Taking several plates of potatoes and chicken, Lazarus found a seat and plotted himself there, dragging a table near him. Grabbing a fork, he dove right into his meal.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 12:56:56 GMT -5
She was breathing heavily and trying to regain her strength, but it was still leaving her. She moved slightly only to feel a strong pain in her back. She whimpered slightly and moved her hand to her back to feel. She could feel the hilt of a dagger but couldn't budge it. She looked around seeing people eating and then spotted someone she new. She weakly stood and made her way twards the person, "Lazarus, do me a favor please?"
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 13:05:54 GMT -5
"Huh?" He looked up and frowned. Funny that she was here, last time he saw her he wasn't even at this place. He really had never been to the Hollow whatsoever really, but he recognized her somewhat. "What do you need then? Depends on the favor." He tilted his head in question and just waited for her to ask her favor of him. He still ate though, not wanting to stop, because he was extremely hungry.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 13:10:30 GMT -5
She was holding herself up with her sword, leaning on it for support. She stood waiting for him to acknowledge her. IT had been a long time since they spoke but she needed someone she knew to pull the dagger out. "I Have a dagger...lodged in my back. Will you please remove it?" She looked at him pleadingly hoping he would have heart enough to do this. after all it would be repayment for when she had done the same for him.
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 13:12:46 GMT -5
"I don't know. Maybe." She had taunted him as such before and called him a big baby for his whining about the dagger, but he eventually wrenched the dagger out from her back and and set it down on the floor. No need for blood on his table. "There you are." Nodding, Lazarus wiped his hand on her clothes and then went right back to eating his potatoes, which were seasoned differently than he had ever tasted, but they were magnificent potatoes.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 13:17:05 GMT -5
"Please Lazarus." She didn't even have time to continue a plea for he had gone and wrenched it from her back roughly. She hit her knees and began to cough, trying to rid herself of the pain. Trying to use it as strength instead of weakness but ti was to late for that. Her head was touching the ground, and tears falling from her face. Slowly she looked up, "Did you enjoy our fight?"
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 13:19:58 GMT -5
"I didn't even knowyou were fighting. I was betting on a totally different fight and then everyone just started fighting at the same time so it wasn't expected that was for sure. Didn't realize you were even in the fight." He spooned up the rest of his potatoes and finished that plate, moving onto the chicken now. The last plate was some strange looking cake that he assumed help to give energy to the fighters if they chose to eat the cake that was. It looked good enough, so Lazarus would give it a shot.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 13:27:48 GMT -5
"Yes well it was supposed to be a Tournament. But we all got involved quickly. It happens." She sat down slowly on the ground in front of him, still leaning against her sword. She removed what little armour she had on to reveal more wounds in her skin then a porcupine had quills. Blood poured from a cut above her eye, as well as one on her shoulder, across her stomach, and the one from her back. Her consiouness was slipping with each rivlet of blood. Her eyelids drifted as she tried to stay concious, "Great fight."
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 13:48:45 GMT -5
"I suggest you head over to the medic tent. I'm not going to lug you around from one place to another. You should get healed. I don't do much with healing. I'm not good at it. Someone I know will teach me, but for now, you should go to the medic." He eyed her and just kept eating his chicken slowly, shredding it into several pieces and dipping the chicken into a spicy blue sauce. What it was, he didn't know, but it tasted good.
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 13:55:31 GMT -5
"I'll be fine. Wounds heal and blood replaces itself. Old Friendships however, don't get brought up every day. It's been what, 50 or so years since we last saw each other? How have you been Lazarus? Still breaking the hearts of demonesses I bet. Glad I wasn't ever one of those foolish girls who fawned over everyone. If I did anything it was kept secret. And who I cared about was as well." A man walking by stopped and held out a cloth to her. She could smell the medications on it and took it smiling. She began cleaning her wounds and even pulled a needle and thred from a pack she had with her.
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