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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 2:45 pm
Soren did not often work out. But when he finally resorted to it he went at it, calling up his training sessions as a soldier, and simply taking things out on whatever dummy seemed to be handy. He was not quite worked up into a lather but he had just enough of a sheen of sweat to make his bare chest glisten, shirt and even his fur discarded for now at one edge of the training grounds. he had kept his fragment with him though, clipped to the waistband of his pants. He had even removed his armguards and gauntlet, leaving on the heavy leg guards however as he needed to be accustomed to moving with the weight on him. But deep down he was already thinking of bathing and getting clean of all the filth, and perhaps having a nice bit of apple crisp with a generous amount of oats in the crisp as he paused for a moment and readusted his pants on his hips. Initative - 7
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:07 pm
Training was something that was routine for Lan. Go in, spend some time 'relaxing' and pretending that her targets moved and were real humans, (why she wasn't allowed to just go an kill things she didn't know. She was skilled enough), Lan would all in all just try to improve. Reach perfection. What she got when she reached the grounds used for training was close to perfection in a way.
At least in terms of being fit. And attractive. And why did she even think like that it was foolish and she had just been and he was and what-
Soren, orange and blue and black and confusing beyond all belief, had been.. well he'd been getting under her skin and his actions had left her more conflicted than before. She just had to ignore him right? Ignore how he looked, how he action, what he did. And-
"Could you please move? You're right in front of my target."
To be fair, shooting at targets while another was slashing at them was a rather poor choice to make for all parties. Even if there were other targets.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:47 pm
Soren turned to look at the mare, panting ever so slightly, enough that his abs were rippling at the light exertion. A quick glance confirmed that the overwhelming majority of training dummies were open.
Which meant...what exactly. Probably some sort of Conquest challenge he knew nothing about. Fighting her was...difficult and his muscles were already burning faintly but he would not walk away from a challenge. "Aren't I your target?"
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:38 pm
Of course he would say something like that. Opening his mouth before thinking about what he was saying. Lan managed to keep her face rather straight but color tinged her cheeks all the same. Did he really not recall what he'd said and done? She brought up her bow aiming it at his damn chest.
"A moving target is always welcomed." She was doing her best to ignore how parts of him were indeed moving. Why did males have to be so attractive?
HP:40
DMG: 0, because Lan is stuck on that booty.
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:55 pm
Well, if she intended to just stand there and look at him, Soren was going to rise to the challenge. He began walking toward her slowly, each step of his stride brimming with purpose. He nodded, they had been through this phase before. Sparring partners being better if they were people and not dummies, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
He was still not exactly close when he just started to charge, but maybe this was different enough that she would not expect it. Not expect him to just go for her, bare skin and everything, when she had made it abundantly clear that would not be tolerated. But he was physical and she needed to learn to fight against that as much as he needed to learn to fight against her sniping little arrows.
He lowered his shoulder, aiming for hers, not touching her with his hands lest he destroy her delicate Conquest sensibilities.
HP: 40
Damage: 9
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:15 pm
Sadly sense left as he charged she'd let herself get lost in thought and now would be force to pay the price. She expected his sword but got something else instead. His body hitting her own. He knew. He knew yet he kept doing it. Infuriating and confusion stallion. "You're worse than a colt!" She was red in the face, scrambling back from him to begin using her arrows.
"Have our last spars taught you nothing?"
HP: 31
Dmg: 0, Those Pecks.
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:37 pm
She was infuriated and red in the face as she hurled insults at him, and it would have taken a much stronger stallion than he was to not be amused. He didn't show it too openly, didn't mock her, but he might have had a tiny smile playing across his lips as he tugged at her hair before she managed to completely distance herself.
That was probably a capitol offense for her.
"Learned you need to loosen up," was the reply. She was one of the few he liked well enough that he was learning to loosen up around her, which was a good thing. Despite their spars, that was all they were. The mechanics bothered him, that he had done so poorly, but what happened on the field stayed on the field.
HP: 40
Damage: 1
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:01 pm
He tugged at her hair like it was something to be toyed with. Like he would be permitted such a thing. Her face was cherry red as she made a small sound somewhere between a cry of anger and of embarrassed. She was letting him do this, he shouldn't even have been able to get close. "I most certainly do not!" She did notice how she gave a small stamp of her foot.
"You just-" she tried to hit him, ignoring the fact he'd managed to wrestle such reactions from her, "-you are a dirty fighter is what you are!" Her insults were slipping.
HP:30
Dmg halp nerp
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:29 pm
She grazed him with an arrow and insulted him and it was actually becoming difficult to be entirely serious. If she had been a death soldier, someone he knew, by now they probably would have been grappling with each other, maybe snorting with laughter as they acknowledged how ridiculous they were being. But she seemed to take it so very serious.
He spread his arms slightly, almost as if inviting an arrow...or showing off his topless body. "Unfair? How. Were you going easy Lan?" Actually that almost made sense, normally by this point she had done a fair bit of damage on her own.
HP: 39
Damage: 0
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:50 pm
He was mocking her. Opening his arms, inviting her attack. That damn hint that he found it all amusing. Lan scowled and in a bit of foolish anger she stormed to him aiming to beat him with her bow. "You are worse than Mengao! Even he can fight with honor!" And fighting him was not distracting in the slightest.
HP: 30
Dmg: 1
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:53 pm
She was coming at him, fire in her eyes, but she was forgetting herself. Moving in to attack him in close quarters? A foolish mistake. Not calculated. What was she thinking?
He was kind this once, summoning his blade to lash out at her with. He could feel the blow connect, but maybe it would be enough to get her thinking again. "I won't go easy." Just because she seemed to be having difficulties actually attacking him did not mean he didn't know what she was capable of. She was a strong fighter, and he had to stay on top this game.
HP: 39
Damage: 5
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:06 am
She wasn't thinking. Not clearly. Hot and cold Soren was perhaps the worst person to spar with given her mental state and her thoughts on the stallion in question. Thoughts that had no place. That we're conflicting with logic and memory and want and need and everything else. Soren was the worst choice of partner for this dance of blades and bows now.
"You insult me again and again." She tried to bring back her emotions, hide her lingering blush. "Do not dare go easy but just as we'll do not test my patience."
HP: 25
Dmg idek
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:13 am
Her arrow caught him, a deeper graze but again not as powerful as she was capable of. "I won't because I respect your abilities." That was all he needed to say on the matter, admitting it freely and openly...and not thinking a second thing about it. He was not the best fighter, he never would be.
HP: 37
Damage: Confusion
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 9:44 pm
He made it seem like nothing. Like something he could brush aside and casually dismiss. No. If anyone was allowed to casually dismiss something it was her. Not him. She was the Nobel, she held the rank, the power. Soren was touching the line, crossing it, and then forgetting it.
He said he respected her abilities? Then why not her space? Why did it matter so much with him in particular? Lan shot at him again. Damn Soren and his lack of manners. And a shirt.
HP: 25
Dmg is math
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 9:56 pm
She was firing at him, using the distance to her advantage. It was a mistake to let that happen so he began moving toward her, this time actually summoning his khopesh.
It gave him a longer range, and as he neared he flicked his wrist, skating the blade through the air toward her.
HP: 35
Damage: 1
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