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Post by Wulfi on Sept 3, 2009 20:36:53 GMT -5
((( Click here for a pic of the location.))) There she was, her wavy fair light brown hair cut just below her jawline and flaring out at the ends, standing tall on one foot. The ethereal sunlight cast a canary glow upon her soft skin and the folds of her mid-thigh white dress. Some of the pieces of fabric lain underneath the dress was white as well, yet translucent. Eyes closed, the teenager stretched her leg high into the air, elongated all the way until her toes pointed as much as they could towards the sky hidden behind the foliage. She'd made a perfect 180 degree angle with her legs. Her arms were held in front of her chest, elbows out, and fingers spread with the tips facing slightly towards one another. The barefoot girl held that position in perfect stillness, perfect concentration, focusing on the sounds of nature around her. She loved practicing in this place. A smooth smile was painted on her face. She was a dancer. It was what she lived for. |
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Post by Griffin on Sept 3, 2009 22:36:36 GMT -5
Taylor Stone lumbered through the woods, aimlessly trying to find the prissy little girl she accepted a challenge of. In a clearing, she spotted a beautiful young woman, shaped perfectly, looking stunning, showing off her flexibility.
"Oh my lord she's worse than I thought."
Taylor was very upright about her femininity, despite her name, her powerful muscles, and her armor and halberd. This girl was her exact opposite, it seemed. Taylor walked to the edge of the clearing and yelled out.
"Oi!" she yelled carelessly into the clearing, "You this Encanta chick I've been looking for?"
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Post by Wulfi on Sept 3, 2009 23:06:53 GMT -5
"H-huh?" The girl's stance fell as she turned sharply to meet this stranger, bare feet on the rough ground and heart pounding. How could she not have heard her? Was she that focused?
The young lady's jade green eyes opened, yet instead of focusing on Taylor's eyes they looked directly at her forehead. It seemed as if she couldn't see at all. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. Encanta is the name of this country."
She smiled politely, a petite hand to her chest. "Are you a traveler? It seems you're not familiar with this area at all. Could I be of assistance to you, miss?" Was she playing dumb?
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Post by Griffin on Sept 5, 2009 13:35:51 GMT -5
Taylor never could deal well with her temper. Her leg stuck out to the side, arms crossed, tongue pressing into her cheek. She tapped her foot in frustration. She tried to respond coolly.
"I was told to come here by someone for a fight. It said, "Encanta, The Bell Woods". This is the Bell Woods, I figured my opponent would be Encanta. So, now that you've oh-so-helpfully cleared this up, maybe you can help me find this little bitch..."
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Post by Wulfi on Sept 6, 2009 12:48:52 GMT -5
"E-eh," she stuttered, caught off guard by her coarse mood. "U-um, well, I suppose that might be me..."
She scratched her cheek bashfully, looking to the side. "My half-brother likes setting up battles for me without my knowing. He likes keeping me on my toes because of my disability..."
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Post by Griffin on Sept 6, 2009 13:01:25 GMT -5
Oh good lord...
"I'm supposed to fight you?" she sighed heavily. Oh well, she thought. A chance to teach another dolled-up priss a lesson.
"OK. Get ready."
Taylor reached to her sides and refastened the straps on her rather form-fitting breastplate. She slid past her leather hunting slacks and redid the buckles on her boots. And as she pulled the five foot customized halberd off her back, she said, "My name's Taylor Stone. Don't forget it."
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Post by Wulfi on Sept 6, 2009 13:13:32 GMT -5
The girl looked a wee bit unnerved at the stressed "you," feeling a bit underestimated by this rough stranger. She stood with her feet together, moving her ankle just behind her right foot, holding it just barely above the ground.
The white-clad dancer smiled politely at her opponent, closing her unfocused eyes as she did so. "I am Savannah Argall. Please be kind as to not forget mine as well."
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Post by Griffin on Sept 6, 2009 15:13:59 GMT -5
Taylor struck fast, completely wary. With no visisble weapons or armor, she wanted to get a read on her opponent first, or incapacitate her before she had the chance to strike back. It was the one-two punch of the halberdier:
She faced Savannah with her sharp tip of her halberd facing her foe, right foot forward. She lunged forward on her right foot, sending a jab to to torso, followed by bringing her left foot forward, giving momentum to the right-hand diagonal chop with the axe blade, aiming for her shoulder.
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Post by Wulfi on Sept 6, 2009 18:26:19 GMT -5
Savannah was quick to respond. She hopped back to avoid the jab and through what little spectrum of sight she had anticipated, from the direction she saw the head rise, where the axe's blade would hit. To escape this blow she jumped high into the air, higher than a normal person could reach by far, and cartwheeled onto a tree branch.
Something was different about this girl, something that made her stand out from other dainty females. Her leg muscles were tight, well-toned from years of her craft, and she had this polite air about her which somehow made her seem coy, perhaps a bit deceiving.
The girl with the fair brown hair smiled. "It seems you missed."
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Post by Griffin on Sept 6, 2009 20:57:12 GMT -5
Taylor growled in frustration. The first attack and she bounds away into a tree. She could try and jump and stab her with the lance, but it'd probably just make her look stupid. Instead, she tried something new. Taylor took some steps back to get a better angle, then loosened the pin holding the axe blade of her custom halberd to the main shaft. Taking aim, she drew back, then flung her halberd forward, and sent the axe head spiraling crazily toward the branch Savannah was standing on.
"Fuck me, it worked."
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Post by Wulfi on Sept 6, 2009 21:15:14 GMT -5
Savannah gasped as the branch was severed from the rest of the tree. She managed to jump just in time but without direction. She ended up falling onto one foot a few feet from the base of the tree. She wobbled a bit, looking up at Taylor a bit nervously.
"Do we really have to fight?" She didn't like fighting, honestly, but her brother made her. He said she had a gift and it would be a shame to waste it.
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Post by Griffin on Sept 7, 2009 18:53:37 GMT -5
"So far I'm the only one fighting!"
Many girls Taylor's age laced up their ribboned slippers and took on dance. Taylor strapped on her heavy boots, grabbed a halberd, and took on battle. She argued that a melee battle was simply a dance with sharp objects, trying to not die in the process. "1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4," she subconsciously counted. Her next attack demonstrated this with a strong three beat attack.
1. From her ready position with her lance, she stepped forward on her right foot, sending forth a powerful two-handed thrust.
2. She continued forward on her left foot, sliding her grip up the lance so her bottom hand was in the middle of the lance. She twisted her torso, pivoting on her right foot into a spin, aiming the butt of the lance at Savannah's head.
3. She followed through on her spin, twisting on her right foot, aiming a final one-handed low strike with her middle grip hand.
and 4. She ended her attack, sliding her hands back down to their normal grip, and making a leap backward, lance tip still pointed at her foe.
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Post by Wulfi on Sept 25, 2009 11:12:01 GMT -5
It was difficult to dodge the consecutive attacks, true, but she was a dancer and flexibility was a skill that she'd honed over time. A back-bend here, turn there, and so on until she found herself at the end of the lance.
Savannah gave a sweet smile that reached her closed eyes. Her hands flew up in front of her in an "I surrender" motion. "Oh look, I've lost! Is the battle over?"
She didn't notice the small girl who seemed to be watching from several yards away, hidden behind the thick trunks of trees.
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