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[cold_dry_pieces]

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[If you're sharp-eared, you might catch the slow, slick sound of metal on metal in the background here, as a certain someone sharpens a pair of lovely matched daggers.]

Anything fun going on? I'm tired of playing by myself.



[ooc; sob I'm a tool <3 All comments from cold_blood_spec. Let's just imagine belves look a little more like him okay it was the best I could do |D]

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[cold-blood-spec.livejournal.com]

[Hmn, is it a gnome? No, just a kid. She looks familiar though, and Brian has some dim sense, warped by the curse, that they might have grouped together once.

He just smiles at her though, tilting his head so his long ears sway, and then... disappears. Gasp! Almost before one can wonder at his whereabouts, though, comes a blow from behind-- a sharp rap with the pommel of his knife on a pressure point, leaving her reeling and incapacitated. He phases back into visibility after, leaning against a nearby building with his arms folded to watch her... do nothing, actually. Ah, the beauty of Sap.]

[neverplay]

[ This isn't right. This isn't right at all-- for someone to get a hit on her within seconds, no action to even defend herself? As she stands there frozen, her mind replays her mistakes. Too careless, allowing such an easy attack-- a basic assault on a pressure point even-- to slip through the cracks.

As Mindy slowly regains feeling in her limbs, a returned assault is the only thing on her mind. ]

Bad idea. [ Carefully, carefully, Mindy spins around, drawing that double bladed spear to slash swiftly against the others' chest. It's a blur of silver. ]

[cold-blood-spec.livejournal.com]

[Welcome to the world of stunlocking, Mindy. He's pretty much expecting her to take a swing at him, but he's not expecting the weapon; and though he dodges her first slash, the second scores his ribs, cutting a neat line in his leather armor and drawing a bit of blood. With a muttered, unintelligible curse (in Thalassian, which probably means nothing to anyone in the whole City,) he dodges again and follows through the motion to gain a little distance, before lashing out with a low, vicious kick aimed at her midriff.]

[neverplay]

[ She jumps sideways, fast enough to avoid a direct kick, but not fast enough for his boot not to clip the side of her waist. A low grown escapes her, falling into a messy roll as she extends the distance between her and the other, and licks her wound.

There wasn't even any reason for them to be fighting. No definite reason except the pride that is at stake. ]

You're pretty good. [ Leaning forward, she speeds into another run, leaping off the ground to aim her blade directly at his neck. ] But I'm better.

[cold-blood-spec.livejournal.com]

Considering I'm not trying,

[He laughs, though it's not mocking; it's impressive, for a kid. At her age he was fumbling about breaking small animals with his bare hands, but she knows how to handle a blade. It's true, though; at least for today, he's holding back because he doesn't really want to eviscerate a kid. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't put up nearly as good a fight; not because he isn't skilled with a blade, or because he isn't strong, but because this isn't his style.

He dodges the worst of it but her blade cuts a deep line across his shoulder. He vanishes from sight again, briefly; but the wound makes it impossible to keep his attention on stealthing, and he flashes back into view just to the side, slightly out of reach, breathing a bit harder than before.]

Not bad, though. Not bad at all.

[He nods admiringly, ready to jump if she comes at him again but not inclined to take the offensive.]