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Post by Haupien on Jul 13, 2023 21:36:43 GMT -5
As he listened Raiya's words, he felt a hint of familiarity. Of the techniques he had developed, the most recent one had been inspired by another warrior on Plant. He couldn't quite place who they were, or where they had met, but he was reminded of the tavern he wad talked to Vocado in for whatever reason. Returning from his inner monologue to finish to the res tof what Raiya's response, he couldn't help but begin to like the man. He was a deadly combatant, standing between Haupien and his own life, but Haupien had acted the same for many others through through the years, their fate decided by the sparpness of his sword.
"I know it can't compare to the price you've been offered, but maybe if I manage to escape I can buy you a drink the next time we meet." His heart seemed to be pulled apart as he watched Raiya pick up his blade. He longed to hold it, to carry it, to sharpen its edge and to swing it with more ease than he could his own fist. His eyes were stuck to it like magnets, feeling like he was sinking below an infinite ocean, watching the land rise far above him. And then, the blade was offerred peacefully to him, accompanied by a series of questions, and even a demand of a better performance. He quickly grabbed for it, gladly and foolishly accepting the risk of a trap for the chance to hold it again. He held it tightly in both hands, glad to return to the familiar fighting style. He could barely stop himself from cradling it.
"I might be the wrong Konatsian to ask. I've been taught to use this blade for as long as I can remember, but I can't say if that's a common sight. Sorry to dissapoint," he responded with only a hint of sarcasm.
He resumed a combat stance, holding his blade at the weapon. He moved in the smallest of semi, circles, doing his best in the cramped corridor. He searched his mind for a strategy, anything to help him get through this with his life in tact. His shadow step was a valuable tool, but it was not a combat technique- atleast not usually. Passing through things as casually as he had done moments- or was it minutes?- ago was not something he was normally capable of. That power that had fueled, was something he had only felt in desperation, something he struggled to hold onto until pushed to his very edge. Even now, fighting for his life, it had escaped him.
He slowly stepped forward now, blade poised to strike. When he was two blade lengths away, he began to slash his sword, as if to mimic his previous attack. Instead, he cut his approach short, and brought his blade along the length of the weakened wall. The exposed coating between the bricks, and the weakened bricks themselves, were scraped by the metal, and a plume of harsh dust filled the alley. He followed his swings arc until it pointed forward, then threw himself forward, thrusting the end into the cloud. He took aim lower, hoping to drive the weapon into the spot Raiya's knee had been. He was capable of beating Haupien down with only three working limbs, but could he do it with two?
"I know it can't compare to the price you've been offered, but maybe if I manage to escape I can buy you a drink the next time we meet." His heart seemed to be pulled apart as he watched Raiya pick up his blade. He longed to hold it, to carry it, to sharpen its edge and to swing it with more ease than he could his own fist. His eyes were stuck to it like magnets, feeling like he was sinking below an infinite ocean, watching the land rise far above him. And then, the blade was offerred peacefully to him, accompanied by a series of questions, and even a demand of a better performance. He quickly grabbed for it, gladly and foolishly accepting the risk of a trap for the chance to hold it again. He held it tightly in both hands, glad to return to the familiar fighting style. He could barely stop himself from cradling it.
"I might be the wrong Konatsian to ask. I've been taught to use this blade for as long as I can remember, but I can't say if that's a common sight. Sorry to dissapoint," he responded with only a hint of sarcasm.
He resumed a combat stance, holding his blade at the weapon. He moved in the smallest of semi, circles, doing his best in the cramped corridor. He searched his mind for a strategy, anything to help him get through this with his life in tact. His shadow step was a valuable tool, but it was not a combat technique- atleast not usually. Passing through things as casually as he had done moments- or was it minutes?- ago was not something he was normally capable of. That power that had fueled, was something he had only felt in desperation, something he struggled to hold onto until pushed to his very edge. Even now, fighting for his life, it had escaped him.
He slowly stepped forward now, blade poised to strike. When he was two blade lengths away, he began to slash his sword, as if to mimic his previous attack. Instead, he cut his approach short, and brought his blade along the length of the weakened wall. The exposed coating between the bricks, and the weakened bricks themselves, were scraped by the metal, and a plume of harsh dust filled the alley. He followed his swings arc until it pointed forward, then threw himself forward, thrusting the end into the cloud. He took aim lower, hoping to drive the weapon into the spot Raiya's knee had been. He was capable of beating Haupien down with only three working limbs, but could he do it with two?
PL: 16,000
KP: 4/6
MP: 5/6
Damage: 50/250
Thread Overage: 1358 + 561 = 1919
KP: 4/6
MP: 5/6
Damage: 50/250
Thread Overage: 1358 + 561 = 1919
