Post by Darrla Blackmoon on Apr 10, 2010 21:12:35 GMT -6
Darrla dismounts her horse and slowly pulls both of her blades out of their sheaths. "So fighting me would make you happy you say?"
Malfrith slips his hood off, throwing his mask off to the side. Speaking quietly to her.
Aarik flashes Masia a prideful grin, clapping her on the shoulder in rough comraderie before turning back to watch the show.
Malfrith says, 'I'll never be able to move on... But I must.'
Dyamasia growls. "If I do I pray to the Creators I do not become as cold hearted as you."
Malfrith says, 'Try.'
Darrla moves forward with blades at her side extended outward, yes she could hold those huge blades as such, she had been training. "So take your shot."
Melorn slowlyleans around the corner, and watches Darrla, and Malf.
Malfrith smirks holding his blade out to her, "Ladies first."
Darrla says, 'I have already taken the first shot, or have you forgotten? It is you who wished to fight, so STRIKE NOW!'
Malfrith smriks, "May your blade finnaly finish me..." he plants a foot hard infront of him swinging at an arc at her side.
Darrla does not budge to counter his attack, her blades remained high at her sides, extended as if creating a cross. She takes the blow to her side, the blade digging through her shirt and hitting her rips hard, perhaps even cracking a couple. She falls sideways and stammers to stand once more, though she had to drop one of the blades that hit her left? side.
Malfrith takes a few steps back, still holding his blade up to her. Sweat driping down from his forhead in his nervousness, "Why do you not fight woman?"
Darrla clentches her side with her free hand as blood freely spills from between her fingers. She steps forward with her other blade still in the air, raised parallel to the ground. She doesn't say a word, the look in her eyes was enough. The look of abandonment and a taste for death.
Aarik nods. "Was plannin' it regardless."
Malfrith breaths heavily as he watches her, dinging her unmoving sword with his own. "Fight me..." he said quietly.
Darrla suddenly cannot hold her blade any longer, the pain in her ribs making her wheeze. She had been ill for a month now, and this surely would not help. She dropped her second blade from the weight, her hand still remaining outward as if it was still holding the blade. Those parched lips spoke yet sounded curdled from the blood errupting from her throat. "Return me to my family."
Malfrith gets up to her face a deep frown, "You won't even respect me now!" he shouts, "You win... " he turned shealthing his blade.
Aarik growls, watching the scene play out below.
Melorn smirks as he watchest he two
Dyamasia narrows her eyes.
Dyamasia whispers. "Just finish her, Roof Runner. Know joy for once."
Darrla doubles over and holds her side as blood continues to spill, she suddenly felt dizzy. "My brother is waiting for me, I will return to him with or without your help." :She pats her leg as her horse comes closer and nudges her side slowly falling to a kneeling position on the ground. Noname, the horse, was all too familiar with what was going on. She slowly fell atop of Noname in an ungraceful fashion.
Malfrith walks over to where he have left his things, picking up his mask and putting it on. "Tell my folks I said 'Hello'." he turned looking at her.
Aarik glances at Masia. "If we let her leave here alive, this'll just keep happening again and again."
Darrla falls to the ground and grasps her swords leaning against the horse again and holding onto the saddle as he slowly stands and backs away.
Melorn grabs one of his throwing knives, and aims it at Darrla carefully just in case.
Malfrith eyes her coldly, "I hope the man keeping your bed warm, does a good job." he snarled as he turned and began walking away.
Darrla nods her head. "I'll love your mother as if she were my own."
Dyamasia nods. "Yes, I know. He deserves to be happy. I say...end her life."
Dyamasia pulls out her bow and prepares an arrow.
Darrla 's horse Noname takes off in a steady but fast pace.
Malfrith slips his hood off, throwing his mask off to the side. Speaking quietly to her.
Aarik flashes Masia a prideful grin, clapping her on the shoulder in rough comraderie before turning back to watch the show.
Malfrith says, 'I'll never be able to move on... But I must.'
Dyamasia growls. "If I do I pray to the Creators I do not become as cold hearted as you."
Malfrith says, 'Try.'
Darrla moves forward with blades at her side extended outward, yes she could hold those huge blades as such, she had been training. "So take your shot."
Melorn slowlyleans around the corner, and watches Darrla, and Malf.
Malfrith smirks holding his blade out to her, "Ladies first."
Darrla says, 'I have already taken the first shot, or have you forgotten? It is you who wished to fight, so STRIKE NOW!'
Malfrith smriks, "May your blade finnaly finish me..." he plants a foot hard infront of him swinging at an arc at her side.
Darrla does not budge to counter his attack, her blades remained high at her sides, extended as if creating a cross. She takes the blow to her side, the blade digging through her shirt and hitting her rips hard, perhaps even cracking a couple. She falls sideways and stammers to stand once more, though she had to drop one of the blades that hit her left? side.
Malfrith takes a few steps back, still holding his blade up to her. Sweat driping down from his forhead in his nervousness, "Why do you not fight woman?"
Darrla clentches her side with her free hand as blood freely spills from between her fingers. She steps forward with her other blade still in the air, raised parallel to the ground. She doesn't say a word, the look in her eyes was enough. The look of abandonment and a taste for death.
Aarik nods. "Was plannin' it regardless."
Malfrith breaths heavily as he watches her, dinging her unmoving sword with his own. "Fight me..." he said quietly.
Darrla suddenly cannot hold her blade any longer, the pain in her ribs making her wheeze. She had been ill for a month now, and this surely would not help. She dropped her second blade from the weight, her hand still remaining outward as if it was still holding the blade. Those parched lips spoke yet sounded curdled from the blood errupting from her throat. "Return me to my family."
Malfrith gets up to her face a deep frown, "You won't even respect me now!" he shouts, "You win... " he turned shealthing his blade.
Aarik growls, watching the scene play out below.
Melorn smirks as he watchest he two
Dyamasia narrows her eyes.
Dyamasia whispers. "Just finish her, Roof Runner. Know joy for once."
Darrla doubles over and holds her side as blood continues to spill, she suddenly felt dizzy. "My brother is waiting for me, I will return to him with or without your help." :She pats her leg as her horse comes closer and nudges her side slowly falling to a kneeling position on the ground. Noname, the horse, was all too familiar with what was going on. She slowly fell atop of Noname in an ungraceful fashion.
Malfrith walks over to where he have left his things, picking up his mask and putting it on. "Tell my folks I said 'Hello'." he turned looking at her.
Aarik glances at Masia. "If we let her leave here alive, this'll just keep happening again and again."
Darrla falls to the ground and grasps her swords leaning against the horse again and holding onto the saddle as he slowly stands and backs away.
Melorn grabs one of his throwing knives, and aims it at Darrla carefully just in case.
Malfrith eyes her coldly, "I hope the man keeping your bed warm, does a good job." he snarled as he turned and began walking away.
Darrla nods her head. "I'll love your mother as if she were my own."
Dyamasia nods. "Yes, I know. He deserves to be happy. I say...end her life."
Dyamasia pulls out her bow and prepares an arrow.
Darrla 's horse Noname takes off in a steady but fast pace.
