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Carrûn · 03-30-2003, 04:40 PM

His opponent was good, very good. Undoubtedly a leader or chieftan among their kind of some sort. The duel took on a rhythmic pattern, steps in unision followed by the harsh clash of steel. Neither combatent spoke, but focused soley on their objective. One thrust, the other parried. One circled, and the other mimicked his movements. Something had to give. Suddenly, Awrygan laughed. It was a harsh laugh from the back of his throat and it surprised all who heard it, including himself.

He couldn't help it. The thrill of the fight, watching the blade pass with inches of his face; knowing the pain it would cause if he did not block it. He felt....alive, in a way he had not felt for many a season. Even stranger was the inexplainable bond that seemed to form for a time between two parties attempting to kill each other. He felt like he was falling off a cliff into space, weightless and giddy.

He came back down to Arda with the sharp impact of the corsair's boot giving him a kick that sent him rolling down a nearby staircase. Eru, that hurt. He He brought his blade up in time to block the swing of the corsair's but it still sent a jarring ring throughout his arm. He briefly reached back to feel the small stone that was sticking into his back. Spawn of Umbar.... "Ah Saldan, you disappoint me." The words were spoken in the corsair's own tounge and Rochelle and the children looked at the pair strangely. He settled back into his rhythm, waiting for the other to give him an opportunity. He was confident that over time he could easily wear the man down but time was not one of his greatest assets at the moment.

His eyes strayed to the corsairs flowing robes. Blocking Saldan's blow with the sword in his right hand he drew a knife with his left and flung it at the corsair who dodged it with ease. However it gave Awrygan and opportunity to stamp down hard on the robe. His sword came crashing down on Saldan's, knocking both of them away. Simultaneously both men drew a knive and swung. They both intercepted each other. They stood locked; a knive in their right hand and their left grasping the right arm of their opponent. The strove silently, pushing the other, veins bulging...

[ March 30, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

03-30-2003, 04:40 PM	#171
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	His opponent was good, very good. Undoubtedly a leader or chieftan among their kind of some sort. The duel took on a rhythmic pattern, steps in unision followed by the harsh clash of steel. Neither combatent spoke, but focused soley on their objective. One thrust, the other parried. One circled, and the other mimicked his movements. Something had to give. Suddenly, Awrygan laughed. It was a harsh laugh from the back of his throat and it surprised all who heard it, including himself. He couldn't help it. The thrill of the fight, watching the blade pass with inches of his face; knowing the pain it would cause if he did not block it. He felt....alive, in a way he had not felt for many a season. Even stranger was the inexplainable bond that seemed to form for a time between two parties attempting to kill each other. He felt like he was falling off a cliff into space, weightless and giddy. He came back down to Arda with the sharp impact of the corsair's boot giving him a kick that sent him rolling down a nearby staircase. Eru, that hurt. He He brought his blade up in time to block the swing of the corsair's but it still sent a jarring ring throughout his arm. He briefly reached back to feel the small stone that was sticking into his back. Spawn of Umbar.... "Ah Saldan, you disappoint me." The words were spoken in the corsair's own tounge and Rochelle and the children looked at the pair strangely. He settled back into his rhythm, waiting for the other to give him an opportunity. He was confident that over time he could easily wear the man down but time was not one of his greatest assets at the moment. His eyes strayed to the corsairs flowing robes. Blocking Saldan's blow with the sword in his right hand he drew a knife with his left and flung it at the corsair who dodged it with ease. However it gave Awrygan and opportunity to stamp down hard on the robe. His sword came crashing down on Saldan's, knocking both of them away. Simultaneously both men drew a knive and swung. They both intercepted each other. They stood locked; a knive in their right hand and their left grasping the right arm of their opponent. The strove silently, pushing the other, veins bulging... [ March 30, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."