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Post by insanity on May 18, 2005 17:08:59 GMT -5
As he was on the ground his foot returned with a bit of pain. He could tell that he had strucken his opponent. Grinning, he stood up. As he stood, a droplet of blood rolled down his odd-shaped cranium. His tounge poked out and slurped up the blood droplet. A menacing grin appeared and he began to speak. "Getting a bit sluggish are we?" he said, the smile still on his face. "Humans are so easy to break..." he muttered to himself and rushed toward Derek. With one sword, he slashed at Derek. It was a diagonal slash, from left to right.
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 20, 2005 14:26:42 GMT -5
Derek rolled to the side and his right foot lashed at the wrist that held the blade.
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Post by insanity on May 22, 2005 16:22:05 GMT -5
A jolt of pain ran through his hand as it was struck. The result was the blade flying out of his hands. He was left with no weapons, other than his claws. Wel, he would have to make do with what he had. His hand was hurting, be he would have to deal with it. He turned to look at Derek, who was on the ground. He lifted his leg up high and dropped it agressively, aiming at Derek with the heel.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jun 12, 2005 21:18:11 GMT -5
Derek made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he angled his chest slightly. The heel struck it, slid off the chestplate and thudded on the ground. He swiped at the foot with his arm, trying to knock the lizard over.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Jun 17, 2005 18:28:53 GMT -5
As his heel thudded against the ground, he was impressed. No human had lasted this long before. As he was remebering about the victims of the past, Derek's arm struck his leg. 'This could work out towards my advantage.' Thought the creature. As he flew forward towards the ground, his claws were headed towards Derek's face.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jun 18, 2005 12:32:50 GMT -5
Derek shifted, but the claws raked across his face, leaving a pair of ugly gashes. He swore and rolled out from under the creature. He stood up and wiped blood off his face with his sleeve. The gashes stung sharply, causing him to reel with pain.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Jun 22, 2005 23:26:31 GMT -5
"My my. How the mighty have fallen." The lizard spoke as it drew its claws out of the ground. Spotting the blood on his claws and he licked the blood off. An evil gleam appeared in his eyes as he gazed at Derek. He took this opportunity to retrieve his weapons. He began to walk near one of the blades that he had lost earlier.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jun 24, 2005 8:23:20 GMT -5
Derek felt the wounds starting to clot. He examined his chest plate. A hairline crack extended down the middle. He cursed. These things weren't easy to find. He sighed and cut the straps that held the plate in place. It fell to the ground with a soft thud. He made sure his glove was on right and counted the knives he had left. Eight. "Oh the hell with it," he muttered, and shed his shoulder plate.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Jun 24, 2005 13:55:59 GMT -5
As he reached the blade he grabbed the dark brown handle. He picked it up and looked at the shiny metal. He moved the blade so the sun hit it in a light to make it shine brightly. He stopped himself and looked back at Derek. He walked toward toward him slowly, the blade at his side.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jun 24, 2005 19:50:12 GMT -5
Derek felt his face lightly. He felt the rows of cuts that marked his visage. They were clotting up nicely. He felt fortunate that they had missed his eyes. His head swam, and he was suddenly aware that there was quite possibly poison in the cuts. He fought the toxins, refusing to give up control. He systematically tried to gather his thoughts. What's wrong with me? Poison. Where did the poison come from? Cuts. Where did the cuts come from? Claws. Where did the claws come from? Lizard. Lizard? That didn't make any sense.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Jun 24, 2005 21:45:56 GMT -5
"Has the poison taken effect yet? I suppose so." The creature said, looking at Derek. "I never quite caught the name of the fighter who posed a challenge. May I ask what it would be?" It questioned, standing a few yards away from Derek.
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