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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 30, 2007 11:19:25 GMT -5
"To truly fight is to fight with the possibility of winning.” Jared replied and dropped the jacket onto the ground. He rubbed gently at the raw spots on his arms, wincing. Then he quickly turned his attention back to Tristan, grinned in the way he had at the beginning, and ran at him.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 30, 2007 15:28:59 GMT -5
No mumbling began this time,. Tristan simply watched and waited for him to get close to see what he would do.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 30, 2007 17:22:23 GMT -5
Jared ran as fast as he could, but it was slower than his normal sprint, as the combination of burns and electrocutions had exhausted him extensively. When he was close enough he put his right elbow foreword and his head down for a running hit.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 30, 2007 18:15:39 GMT -5
Tristan jumped to the side, his own elbow coming forward as he took a step towards Jared and thrust it down at him. His goal was to nail him in the back, going for the spine.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Feb 1, 2007 11:17:39 GMT -5
Jared skidded and spun around. He caught Tristans' elbow with his hands, blocking it, and threw an upper-cut punch to Tristans' jaw.
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Post by Oliver on Feb 1, 2007 18:42:02 GMT -5
Tristan moved his free hand to try to block the attack while his knee came up to attmempt to hit him with it.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Feb 1, 2007 21:48:39 GMT -5
Jared gasped, bent forward, and reflexively grabbed onto Tristan's leg. Then he quickly straightened up, trying to lift Tristan off balance, and shot a kick out for his knee so that he could either hyper-extend or break it.
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Post by Oliver on Feb 1, 2007 21:59:40 GMT -5
Tristan wobbled, starting to lose his balance though saw what Jared was doing. He quickly began to mutter, causing a greenish light to start to form around his knee. He wasn't fast enough to protect his knee altogether, but was able to prevent it from being broken with the protection spell. He did, however, lose his balance and his shoulders slammed hard against the arena floor. Luckly he'd kept his head tilted so his chin was down and his head didn't slam the floor as well.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Feb 1, 2007 22:08:45 GMT -5
Jared kicked again, this time aiming for Tristan's throat. He hadn't let go of his leg.
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Post by Oliver on Feb 1, 2007 22:14:09 GMT -5
Tristan moved his arm in the way of the kick, mumbling as he did so. Red lightls began to swirl up around Jared once more.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Feb 1, 2007 22:34:08 GMT -5
Jared saw the red lights around him. "I didn't want to do this, but..." he said reluctantly and aimed a kick at Tristan's groin.
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Post by Oliver on Feb 1, 2007 22:51:57 GMT -5
Tristan's icey hues fell on the foot aimed for his groin. He didn't want that at all and quickly turned his palm towards him to send a powerful telekenetic blast at Jared.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Feb 1, 2007 22:57:01 GMT -5
Jared was caught off-guard by the sudden blast and went flying into the air. He tried to roll his landing, but it still hurt is burnt-raw arms, and he cried out sharply.
*forfeits to Oliver because Tristan could definetly kick the crap out of Jared if he had the time*
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Post by Shikaru on Feb 12, 2007 18:33:23 GMT -5
(Round has ended. Last poster was Oliver, so Tristan wins)
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