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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 10, 2005 23:50:39 GMT -5
He watched as the Fallen faded and found him to be nothing of a coward. "Show yourself and fight, you coward. You take the lives of the innocent and you cower and disappear in fear. If you are truly the tough, "bad" creature you think you are, you will fight me with your hands and your weapons with no need of your tricks." He too had the ability to fade and disappear but he wished for hand to hand combat. Whether he let his stance show it or not, he could sense in the brief intervals of his fading where he would next be. After living for as long as he, the suddel changes within the air around you became a huge part of your fighting. He swung his left arm behind himself, making sure the grip on his sword was strong and steady.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 10, 2005 23:54:58 GMT -5
He let his wing come around him and block the sword. His wing was cut but he did not feel much. He ducked to the right then brought his sword out in front of him taking a fighting stance. "I do not wish to fight you. But if I have no choice then I will. Think about your family and your people." He looked at him his eyes blackend from annoyance instead of anger.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:03:29 GMT -5
"Save your words, I do not wish to hear it." He felt his sword slice through his wing and saw the feathers. He turned around, and faced him. He placed both his hands holding onto both of his swords. He suddenly moved his arms, and turned his body completely around, swinging both his swords towards his side, but as his body was once again to turn towards the Fallen, he aimed his foot and kicked it towards the Fallens.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 11, 2005 0:06:45 GMT -5
He stepped out of the way of the kick. Then took his own chance with his sword. He ran forward and jumped into the air, then did turn in air swinging his sword towards the Elf. "You may not want to hear it. But I aint shutting up, so stop fucking fighting and listen or be stubborn."
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:12:53 GMT -5
He growled. "My my, mind your tongue infront of the Queen." He shot Ireth a quick glance before turning his attention back to the fallen. Arioch's sword grazed along his arm, and he looked at his wound with little interest. He looked down at both of his swords then threw them up, and lunged towards Arioch, with his hand in a fist and he swung it towards his face, and kicked his leg upwards aiming for Arioch's kneecap.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 11, 2005 0:16:10 GMT -5
He felt both his fist adn leg hit him and he fell to the floor. But he quickly stood and threw his own sword aside, "The queen wont mind a few choice words." He lunged forward and made like he was going to hit him, but insted he shifted his body and slide across the floor aiming his feet at Earnur's legs.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:19:11 GMT -5
He had little time to relish his hits, because before he knew it the balance was kicked from him. Arioch's feet connected with his legs and he was sent tumbling down. He managed to turn around and put his hands under him, before hitting the floor. He stood quickly, with a satisfied smirk. "That's more like it." He ran towards him, and jumped into the air, extending his arm back as he put weight to his punch and aimed for the Arioch's mouth.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 11, 2005 0:22:27 GMT -5
He tried to move his head but had only managed to move it a few inches. He felt Earnur's fist connect with his cheek then threw his own punch aiming for his eye. Then he backed up and ran forward, grabbing Earnur around the waist and slammed him against the bed post.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:27:43 GMT -5
She ran into the room, sword drawn and eyes black. Her wings were folded behind her but the coal black color of them was standing out against her white tunic and pants. She had somehow managed to get into the Palace. How she wasn't sure but she wasn't questioning it either. She looked around asessing what was happening. She yelled in frustration as she saw the fight, "God Damn Mother Fucker!!! Lay off My Dad Eärnursëáto." She ran forward and grabbed Arioch by his wings and threw him behind her with surprising ease. She stood in front of him and faced Earnur, her sword in front of her. "If you really want to kill him. Kill me as well." Her gaze was unwaivering as she stared at him, no emotion showing on her face.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:31:53 GMT -5
He managed to move his head just in time to feel his fist graze on his cheek. Soon his entire body was picked up and lunged against the bedpost, he hit it hard, and got to his feet, slower then that last time. He was breathing fire now, but just as quickly as his momentum was going he saw Farinele infront of him. He growled. "Do not tempt me, Farinele. He was ready to lunge but then he stopped in mid-attack.
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:36:07 GMT -5
She had remained calm, and still during the whole exchange but the instant she sensed then saw the other Fallen, she moved from her place. She was not going to allow her brother to die in her palace and not by means of creatures who were not even allowed within the walls. She stood infront of Earnur, facing him, and watched as he stopped. "Daro i, Eärnursëáto. Daro i! Stop this, and calm yourself, brother. You are a Prince and you are acting least of this now. Do you wish to cause grief upon those who care for you? What of Eruhir? or of Cirdan?" Her eyes were black now, but no because of her Vampiric tendecies, it was all because of her anger.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:39:11 GMT -5
He eyed his sister angrily. "Get out of my way, sister." He wanted to make the Fallen Angel suffer, and if Farinele wished to suffer the same fate then so be it, but when he heard Ireth speak of Eruhir and Cirdan, it struck a nerve. He glared at his sister. "Rhachon le, Ireth!"
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:44:24 GMT -5
"Lasto, Muindor. Ava carë!" She looked at him with sincerity in her eyes. "We both know of the things we have done in our lives, but stop this. You are much stronger than this, brother. You have a son to worry for. You have your neicer who will be heartbroken. Do not let yourself be overtaken by an urge that we have fought for so long. Stop this, think of your life and of the people you lvoe as dearly as I do. They need their prince, their ruler free from such a state. Pusta." She came towards him, watching as his eyes slowly came back to normal. She reached out for him, until she touched his cheek. "Muindor, you are stronger than this."
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:47:56 GMT -5
He had almost stopped, when he heard his sister speak. Her words were the only things that were getting through his clouded mind. When she came to him and touched his cheek. "Eruhir...Cirdan...my sons..even if not by blood." He nodded, and eyed her. "Absenen, Muinthel." His eyes were going back to normal. "I am sorry...I sensed you transform as well...Absenen, Muinthel.." He repeated.
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 11, 2005 0:52:45 GMT -5
"Tancavë, Muindor. No harm has been done, and neither you or I have let our lusts take the lives of our people. Mourn for the lives of your fallen comrads, but for now." She touched his foreheard, her skin glowing. She spoke softly, and with him walked towards the bed. Her voice was melodious now, and she looked into his eyes, as her hand remained on his forehead. "Hauta, Muindor." She saw his Eärnursëáto's eyes closed slowly and he fell into slumber, and she laid him on the bed, and covered her younger brother, then turned to Arioch and the Female Fallen.
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