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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 10, 2009 22:09:14 GMT -6
Here it is, this is going to hurt. Theian braces himself for the disarming. What seems to be a split second later, he's on the floor, with Richter's blade tucked under his chin.
"In battle, the pain only lasts an instant. One wrong move, and you're dead before you know it. Remember that. You did well, Thiean, but you'll need to work harder if you want to beat me. "
Theian grabs the hand and gets up. He brushes off some dust and smiles. "Of course, sir. I only have two regrets, I did not do well in the beginning... and that I have left blood on your sword. Now, we should be getting some rest before we go into Ostia. Someday from now, when I master my sword (and my mother's bow), let's spar again. Heh, I'll make sure I won't lose to you."
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 11, 2009 14:22:42 GMT -6
Richter smiled slightly. Theian's optimism was encouraging. "Too bad I don't lose," replied Richter. Draping his Officer's cape back over his shoulder, Richter hopped over the fence. He turned to the soldiers who had come to watch. They applauded at the match. Richter nodded, then waved his hand in the air in a salute like manner. "Alright men, get back to work!"
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