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Post by killerinstinct on Jun 29, 2009 15:34:39 GMT -5
Green was the only thing that could be seen on this little recluse called the Fairy's Meadow. Though referred as a meadow, the grass was actually short, not even reaching knee-length. One would wonder why such a plain, boring place was given such a pretty name; that was because at night, fireflies could be seen everywhere.
But of course it was daylight, around the afternoon, that the spar was going to take place between two young warriors. Who would want fireflies to distract them during a fight?
Papillon slowly wandered on the plains. She was wearing her usual attire; a button-up shirt with ruffled sleeves, a black corset, black pants, and a pair of fold-down boots. Her trusty rapier was strapped to the belt on her right side, and a black fingerless glove was on her left hand; the hand she uses to brandish her weapon.
The young woman looked around, waiting for her sparring partner to show up.
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 1, 2009 22:51:28 GMT -5
Amon took his sweet time arriving in the meadow. Maybe he should have chosen the spot, since he could not read a map in order to save his life, the poor fellow. He had needed to do something no man wanted to do, which was to ask for directions. So, with the sun still bright in the sky, he reached the meadow, dressed a bit too casually for a duel. He wore blue jeans with worn-out boots, and a simple green shirt.
The cape was left at home. Thankfully, his whip was in his hand, coiled up and ready to go.
"Papillon?" he asked softly, bowing to the woman in front of him. "Or did I make a wrong turn?"
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Post by killerinstinct on Jul 2, 2009 13:52:24 GMT -5
Papillon faced the young man who addressed her, surprised to see him dressed very simply and having nothing but a whip. Was that the man she was to spar with? It wasn't what she had imagined at all. Yet, there was something about him that was... interesting, to say the least.
"And you must be Amon?" Papillon replied with a question of her own, then gave him a gentle smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding this place."
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 4, 2009 8:06:19 GMT -5
"Well... at the least, I'm here now," Amon chuckled, thinking of the time he had spent trying to find this place. The woman he was facing, Papillon, she seemed to be a very elegant woman in Amon's eyes. He was rather grateful, as he would prefer battling with those who had a sense of morals and a certain amount of respect towards others. He noted her weapon, a rapier, before beginning to uncoil his whip.
"Are you one for tradition in allowing the woman to make the first move?" Amon questioned, in a gentle tone. "Or should I start the duel?"
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Post by killerinstinct on Jul 13, 2009 6:00:46 GMT -5
Papillon smiled at Amon's question. "I'm not one to value trivial courtesy", she replied, "so you can start the duel, if that is what you wish. You are, after all, the one who first requested the spar."
And with this, Papillon took a few steps back, and unsheathed her rapier, the blade gleaming brilliantly under the sun. She took on a defensive stance, waiting for Amon to initiate the duel.
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 15, 2009 16:38:45 GMT -5
Amon smiled slightly, before letting his whip fall to the ground. He stepped around her for a moment, looking for the best place to strike, as he spoke. "I enjoy courtesy, but I also appreciate the chance to make the first strike in a battle. Often my opponents just try to kill me right away, and that gets boring. I hope this battle won't be dull."
Amon lashed out using his whip, attempting to strike her left hand. This was his strategy, disarm an opponent and the rest would come easily.
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