05-12-2002, 11:57 PM
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Lord Soth 
Join Date: February 7, 2002
Location: New York
Posts: 1,980
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ooc: Fair enough. Rest well, Larry.
Even with his knowing that it was coming the attack surprised him with its speed. It is a confident assault, powerful in its violence. Using the slight advantage his deception had given him, Cyril reaches to his belt and with a practiced movement withdraws the axe and hurls it at the rushing attacker. There is no time to aim carefully for the knees and so he simply throws it forcefully at the body of the One Who Mods. He hears it strike, not knowing if the blow has had any effect other than that of disorienting surprise. Again, he uses the slight advantage of a few instants of time to step swiftly aside and draw the stormreaver. The hand axe returns to the spot in which he had previously stood, but there can be no pausing to retrieve it.
He breathes deeply. One more card must be played in this game of the mind. He whispers, as he braces for close combat, a few words in the tongue the One called Larry uses to assert his power, “Buscas mi vida. Bien. Vas a tenerla.” There is a slight warming in his hands as his life and health gather near the handles of the axes.
ooc: I've been saving the Spanish since Cyril's very first post in this story.
[ 05-13-2002, 12:12 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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