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Wandered rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 5:54 pm
Target practice by snow-fall.
How lovely it was, to get a little bit physical work in whilst the snow danced around her - melding in with the milk-white colour of her skin. She would do a bit of archery practice, she had decided, and here she was, drawing string back and just following the flurries as they fell across her path.
No mistake though, she could hear the heavy footfalls of one close to her, but it wouldn't make her move. It was one of three people - and judging by the weight of the steps, it wasn't Mengyao - he walked too softly, nor was it Thrain - he was much louder than that.
"Practice, Sören?" She offered, a quiet question.
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ramenli rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:03 pm
Soren was not entirely surprised that the horsewoman recognized him without looking, or him speaking, but he was impressed nonetheless. He hummed an agreement in the back of his throat, rolling his shoulders and moving to take up his position. He knew it would be warm to fight in a sweater of all things, but the damn thing wouldn't come off, and he had no actual choice in the matter. Now it would get wet, stink, and he would have to shower with it. Have to let it dry against his skin.
He couldn't want for it the sweaters to come off so he could see mares' breasts and cleavage again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:09 pm
It would have been completely unfair for her to spar with her weapon out. When they had their battles, it was with fists. Turning towards him, she desummoned her weapon, giving him a quick once over. . .
Which ended up in her snorting, a little.
Putting her hand in front of her mouth, she tried so hard not to laugh any more, but she couldn't help it. It was there, and it was loud. Someone had made the proud warrior wear such a gaudy, bright sweater, and he didn't look terribly happy about it.
"What happened, Soren. You look like you were attacked by Father Christmas himself." She asked, eyes lit up with amusement. "Is it a type of call, trying to confuse this little horsewoman with flashiness?"
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:14 pm
He heard her, with the snow falling around them it was quiet, and the noises she made, while somewhat muffled by the fall, were easy enough to hear. His mouth tightened slightly, but he could put up with the initial reaction.
Until she spoke about it. Then it was impossible to ignore, and for a minute he sputtered before drawing himself up to his full height. Well, puffing out his chest a bit as he already had decent posture, which really only thrust his sweater towards her. "I don't need tricks to fight," he groused, and immediately went on the offensive.
The only warning he gave was raising his fists into a fighting stance before his fist jabbed out toward his friend. He had to admit it felt good to feel the connection, soothing his ruffled feathers rather nicely.
HP: 40
Damage: 7
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:17 pm
He didn't have to pull himself up to make it obvious that he was a looming creature. At best, she came up to his collar bone on a good day, so really, he looked impressive as is.
But that sweater.
Feeling the pressure of his fist connect her, she made a muted noise in both surprise, not used to him pulling the punches too fast. Guess his pride was pretty strong, and she wasn't helping by poking it with jokes. But the spar was on, and she turned to give him a quick punch, trying to push him back a bit so she had space to dodge, if needed.
"There are not many who are sizable next to you, yes."
HP: 43
Damage: His pride. (But 3.)
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:28 pm
Her speed for the counterattack was impressive, and he wound up taking a small step backwards as her words hit home as well. The look on his face was now less wounded and more sullen as he got ready for his next attack. "I'm not fat."
Sizable yes, but that had not exactly sounded like a compliment. Not that he really cared, but he was already working with bruised pride, and he rather liked Lifen being on his side a bit better than Lifen possibly insulting him. He channeled his feelings into another punch and lashed out.
HP: 37
Damage: 5
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:31 pm
She took the punch with her side, making her wince a little lightly. He wasn't as quick as she was, but he had power behind him, and she could feel that. It didn't help that he was in a bit of a mean mood because he was looking cute.
"I did not mean to call you fat?" She reacted afterwards, her head tilting a little as she caught her breath for a moment, before clipping him lightly with a foot. "You are rather tall and impressive. If there was any fat, it would probably have fallen off in fear from your body already."
HP: 38
Damage: 2
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:39 pm
That was better. That was the Lifen he knew and loved. With one hand he reached up, smoothing down his hair, somewhat reminiscent to how a mare acted around the Conquestian heir. "Sorry," he offered, and she was lucky to actually get an apology from him. Her sister probably wouldn't have.
He stuck a foot out and nudged her as well, and for all the world to a passing observer it might have looked like the oddest game of footsie ever played in a snowy field.
Hopefully Mengyao never heard about this.
HP: 35
Damage: Preening - 1 damage
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:42 pm
Seeing him going to check his long dark locks made her laugh a little, almost pushing off the clipped attack. He was easy to read, especially when he was angry, so seeing him soften up a little made her smile openly. This was how they sparred, with open emotions and really, it more looked like a pair of children fighting than anything. But, she cherished him.
"How did such a bold horseman get stuck in . . ." She paused, looking at his sweater again. "This?"
HP: 37
Damage: Sempai.
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:54 pm
For a moment there was a flash of pain in the horseman's eyes. "Trap," he explained. "Delivered like a gift and I can't take it off." There were others afflicted as he was, but it was so warm to wear layers that he didn't waste most of his wardrobe trying to conceal the atrocity.
She had been the one to offer up a spar, but she didn't seem too committed to it. He reached out and nudged her. With his fist. "Spar?" All was good between them, and he wanted to make sure she knew that. And there was still time for her to back out of their fight if that was what she preferred.
HP: 35
Damage: Love tap for 2
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:57 pm
[This time she only let the amusement show in her eyes - more of an understanding than the accidental amusement that had started this whole thing. She nodded, giving him an reasonable doubt. It was probably Lan, or Neru. One more likely than the other. "I am content that I did not pick any of these up then. I do not think the Nobleman of Conquest would have liked it much."
Feeling the rough fist on her again, she gave him a nod. It was out in the open now, and they agreed. Giving him a punch back - maybe slightly harder than his, she smiled for him. "Of course, Spar it is. Do not hold back, just because I am an Elder, does not mean I cannot fight." She stated, the smile never fading.
HP: 35
Damage: 5 GOLDEN RINGGSS
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:08 pm
He nodded, really, it would have been a shame for such a sweater to be on her. Even he could appreciate that.
The punch rocked him back slightly, but it was a good pain. The pain of friendship. Then his eyebrows rose slightly. "It is an honor," he stated, "to fight one of such magnificent," he lashed out with his foot this time, an actual kick rather than a nudge this time, "age."
In all honesty he was proud of her status, proud to see one who deserved it reach such a rank. But if teasing was on the agenda for the day...
HP: 30
Damage: 6
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:12 pm
There was a little gasp when she took his boot, a short moment of recuperation as she caught her breath. With heavy foot falls meant he had a heavy foot, and, although she could take a beating, damned if it didn't hurt sometimes. Not to mention he had put such a smarmy quip at her and her status.
"Oh come off it, I am sure we're around the same age." She stated openly, going to attempt to push her elbow in to his chest. She couldn't fully thump him like some could - Lifen was all speed and quick attacks instead of strength.
"At least your addiction to apples and whatnot has not affected your . . . features." She quipped at him. It was a tease each other day - with love.
HP: 29
Damage: 3
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:31 pm
"Apples are good for you," he said with a light frown, reaching up absentmindedly to rub at his chest.
Low blow Lifen, not the apples.
No really. Not the apples.
"They make me strong," he insisted, and to prove it he planted his feet firmly and then aimed a powerful punch to her kidneys. Really. Apples were good. Lifen just needed to learn that. Maybe he should pick some up for her next time he went to the market.
HP: 27
Damage: 10 ******** NOT THE APPLES
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:34 pm
She barely deflected before he could really do permanent damage to her - apparently apples were the thing, and ******** serious. Okay, she learnt. No more about apples.
She had landed on her rear end, but it was kind of a save on her behalf. Sighing outwards, she stood up again, going to dash off the dirt on her dress, before puffing up. "Hard work and determination usually assist with that too!" She piped up, but he was stubborn about fruits.
Clearing her throat, she tried to ground herself again, before deciding if he was going to pull his punches, she would too, and went for the spot between his collarbones, hoping to weaken him a little.
HP: 19
Damage: 5 APPLE PIES
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