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Post by killerinstinct on Sept 7, 2010 10:35:23 GMT -5
Papillon looked in disbelief at Drake. Here they were, in the middle of a battle, in a tournament, where one had to do everything to win, but instead of taking advantage of the situation, Drake held out his hand to help her up. She wondered if it was an insult, but he didn't seem to be mocking her.
"... You're too nice. You could have taken the chance to end this battle, but instead, you want to help me up. You show too much kindness to your opponents."
And instead of shoving his hand away and getting up on her own, Papillon surprised even herself by accepting his help and taking his hand to get up. Once up, she slowly moved her left arm; her elbow was still hurting, but at least she was able to move her arm. When she looked back at Drake, she noticed how tired he looked.
"You don't look good... do you want to continue?"
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Post by Golden Emblem on Sept 7, 2010 10:50:21 GMT -5
"Yes, I do. However, I would like to talk to you after the battle, and make plans just in case I faint from blood loss. Maybe we could meet tomorrow at that ice cream shop in the city? We can talk... about the wings," Drake mumbled, the blood loss showing in his pale face and through the slur of his speech.
As if it was timed perfectly, Drake's wings spread out at this point, going as far was their six foot wing span could reach. However, while they might have seemed beautiful to Papillon, they could also be dangerous. The feathers seemed to bristle, and then some shot out at Papillon, a lot sharper than they looked. Drake knew it was the last thing he could do if he wanted to continue on.
[Winged Chaos: Drake spreads his wings and spins, releasing a small flurry of arrow-like feathers at his opponent. He can only do it once per battle, and they are not as accurate as one would think (or Drake would hope).]
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Post by killerinstinct on Sept 7, 2010 17:14:57 GMT -5
"That sounds good", Papillon said, just as Drake's wings spread out. She was a bit surprised at this, since, the first time they showed, Drake hurried in hiding them. Her instincts told her something was wrong, and soon after she found out why. She took a step back when she saw the feathers ruffle, and suddenly, she was attacked by small arrow-like feathers. She let out a shout and jumped back, but it was useless. She was too close to Drake to start with. Several arrows hit her, and she fell back, dropping her rapier as she fell.
I was so careless...
Papillon moaned in pain. She was hit in the stomach, the shoulder, and the arm. Another one had passed by too close to her face, and cut her cheek. She coughed, and spit out a bit of blood. She didn't know which hurt the most; her whole body was in pain. The aching kept her from getting up, and left her on the floor, leaning on one side.
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Post by Golden Emblem on Sept 7, 2010 18:16:17 GMT -5
Drake felt terrible for doing something like that to Papillon, but he had wanted to end the battle, and be able to get stitched up. However, he either had to make sure Papillon was fully incapacitated, or make her surrender. He managed to walk up to her, sheathing his wings again, but he... ended up falling right beside her, halberd in hand.
That hurt quite a bit.
"Can... someone surrender so we can go home?"
Drake would have said more, but before he could... he fainted. Apparently, blood loss took a toll on him.
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