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| FX Posts: 3154/3775 |
Corsic took a half-step forward, and made a clean, two handed sweep with the broadsword towards Dorjan's neck. |
| True Flight Posts: 3188/5245 |
Dorjan smirked as he maneuvered away from the sword. "What ever happened to sharing." He Held his stance. "You're in my sights, and you're not going to leave them.." A fog began to appear and swirl around him. The fog began to change into a purple smoke and absorb into his swords. The purple fog touched live ever green saplings near Dorjan. The saplings reply to the touch was to wilt and turn black. Dorjan held his stance. |
| FX Posts: 3002/3775 |
"Well, I'm afraid that what's mine..."
He easily sidestepped under the kick. "...is mine." He reached over and slid the broadsword from it's sheath and rested the tip on the nape of Dorjan's neck. |
| True Flight Posts: 3187/5245 |
Dorjan smirked. Looking Corsic in the eye. "I have been left here abandoned by Kyll and Sorcha. Thus leaving me for starving. So I need something of your's." Dorjan ran right at Corsic sending a powerful spin kick at Corsic's collar. |
| FX Posts: 3000/3775 |
Corsic saw the man coming, but waited. At the last possible moment, he leaped off his horse, sailing above his assailant. He landed several feet away.
"What is this madness?" EDIT: Gorramit, wasted my 3000th post. |
| True Flight Posts: 3185/5245 |
Dorjan walked through the snow trudging every step of the way. He loved the cold but today he had one thing on his mind, blood. Dorjan looked over at the figure in the snow. He licked his lips as a victory theme went off in his head, food. He cracked his knuckles. He ran straight for his target unsheathing his short katana. He smirked using his last step three feet away from the man to leap right at the figure. Dorjan held his hand over the blunt end of his other short katana as well. His silver tipped boots sung ziping through the air just like his katana. |
| FX Posts: 2999/3775 |
Corsic crested the top of the mountain. It had been raining lightly but relentlessly for the past four days, and the sky was an unrelieved gray. The road reached a kind of knob, a high point in the pass from which it had to swichback down, and so, for the first time, presented travelers with a clear view of what lay ahead.
This turned out to be an endless vista of patchy woodland, interspersed with piles of rocks. Corsic shifted in his saddle, and checked his supplies. A broadsword on the horses right hip, which he used on mortal enemies, and a pack behind the saddle carrying all of his food, water, and other necessities. He began to trudge down the mountain, aware of the figure watching him. |
