Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-14 11:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, aspel cassul, drake liu |
You stood up just to fall, and selfishly you stalled....
Who: Aspel, Drake and Bob the npc archer
What: Training!
Where: Outside Emillion.
When: Backdated to one of the days they were training.
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete
Aspel gasped for air. The last barrage of blows, bites and claws had pushed her back a solid five feet. Sweat trailed down her forehead underneath the sturdy helmet and she secretly prayed thanks to Faram for the extra time she had spent on reinforcing the myrthil. It was certainly holding it's own in this fight, as it had in many before. "Is that all you have?!" She taunted the enemy her sword slicing through the air in front of her. "My grandmother hits harder in her sleep!" Perhaps it was something in her tone, or the fact that she was yelling at the great green creature in front of them, but either way, that seemed to have done the trick and it turned to face her, looking displeased as ever. Though, had she ever met a pleasant looking Malboro? Perhaps if she ever had met a smiling one, it would have been one of the first things that caused her to flee the battlefield as quickly as possible. Another strike from the great green beast caused vibrations to run down her sword and through her arm. The defensive stance taken up against the creature was doing her well as random insults were slung out between falling back into the tactic she'd been told long ago was titled 'SteelGuard'. A side step at the end of her guard gave a narrow avoidance of a tentacle knocking her half way back to the city. "Pathetic!" She barked through the helmet, the word sounding slightly odd and distorted, certainly her accent didn't assist in making it sound any less odd. Though, a new tactic was then set in place as powers she rarely used anymore mixed with a new stance, one she'd used previous to bring some of her mightiest foes to their knees. 'You're doing it again.' Came the low gravely thought which was quickly followed by an internal venomous demand for quiet. "Drake! Get in there!" Were the last words she manage before the creature's next attack slammed against her armor, causing her breathing to catch. |