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Post by artair on Nov 23, 2008 20:16:04 GMT -5
Artair, like before, was ignoring Tay and her shadow battle. He scowled at Blair’s statements. “No you’re not, and no you didn’t!” he retorted. “My dad is alive and well with my mom, off wherever the heck they are. My dad sent me to my Uncle, anyway! My stupid, stupid Uncle!” He stomped the ground each time he said stupid. “I wanted to be a blacksmith, but no my stupid, stupid Uncle is a retired, fat guard and made me be a stupid, stupid guard!” He lunged at Blair angrily, flourishing the staff dangerously.
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Post by Blair Averill on Nov 27, 2008 20:43:41 GMT -5
Didn't this guy know it was just a story to get the fight going? Well it got Artair to fight better, more anger. Blair blocked each swing, taking several step back to reinforce her block. "What are you going to do about it then?"
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Post by artair on Dec 3, 2008 16:22:14 GMT -5
“I can’t do anything about it!” Artair retorted in response, flourishing the staff again, this time with more force. “I’ve already tried! My uncle will beat me nearly to death if I try anything again!” ((That, my friend, is a crap post))
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Post by Tay on Dec 6, 2008 19:28:14 GMT -5
"Aw, Artard! That's so touching! I mean...not really...want me to beat the snot outta him?" Tay asked eagerly as the shadows returned to their owners. "Thanks guys'." She mutter quietly.
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Post by artair on Dec 11, 2008 8:09:04 GMT -5
“My name is Artair!” he snapped at Tay, turning to her for only a moment before spinning around again and flourishing the staff quickly and dangerously at Blair once again. His ‘moves’ were becoming more like actual ‘moves’ as he went.
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Post by Tay on Dec 13, 2008 22:45:55 GMT -5
"I know, that's what I said! Keep it up!" Tay called encouragingly.
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