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Post by taran on Oct 30, 2008 17:25:32 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, recognizing the attack. He parried her block down with his own downward swing, reversing the angle and moving back up towards her forearm, attempting to disarm her. An opponent without a weapon is not an opponent, he is a deadman.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 30, 2008 17:36:18 GMT -5
Mica smiled as they began their training. She flipped herself over him to avoid his disarming move as she twisted her blade, coming down on the other side of him. "I told you...my swordsmanship is weak but my body...will move as I will it and show need for it to."
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Post by taran on Oct 30, 2008 18:53:58 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, easily moving away from her attack and pinning her sword down with his as he kissed her lips passionately.
"Then I must train you better," he said, twisting away. "Attack me."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 30, 2008 20:15:27 GMT -5
Mica watched as he easily evaded her attack and pinned her sword down. She felt her love surge as he passionately kissed her. She looked intently, concentrating on what she was doing as she moved to attack him again.
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Post by taran on Oct 30, 2008 21:21:59 GMT -5
Bruce had a glint in his eyes, he was having fun. Side stepping her attack, he kissed her lips again, then backed away, bringing his sword up.
"Come on, love," he said with a smile. "Make me work to get to your face."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 31, 2008 8:45:04 GMT -5
Mica smiled at him as she looked into his eyes, a playful glint within hers. “Very well love,” she said as she moved back to the long pack and removed two shorter swords. “Shall we dance my love?” She raised one of the swords, holding it delicately within her grasp over her head, her arm bent at the elbow holding it in front of her. She held the other one in her left, her arm crossing across her stomach holding the sword pointing behind her. She watched him intently as she waited. “If you can get the swords from my hands…you can have me and collect your reward.” She smiled coyly. “I must warn you…I think you will find your task much harder. This reward you must work for, unlike the kisses that you stole. This one demands much more.” Her eyes flashed a hint of gold as she felt her passion rise within her. She smiled. The passion would feed the power within her.
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Post by taran on Oct 31, 2008 10:31:22 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, feeling his passion rising at the prospect of feeling her skin against his. He lowered his sword point to face her stomach, his hands against his own.
"Very well, my love," he said, closing his eyes and opening them, their color now a deep blue. Without warning, he lunged forward, knowing perfectly well she would be able to block the attack, and twisted around, lifting their swords over his head as his lips touch her cheek softly. He winked at her, taking a step back and feeling the power within him surge at the kiss. Reversing his grip so the point was behind him, he brought his arm across his face, sending the tip towards her beautiful face.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 31, 2008 13:48:49 GMT -5
Mica smiled as she watched him move, she raised the sword within her left hand, lifting his blade from her face as she spun and tapped him lightly on the rear with the sword in her right. "I think it's ripe." she told him as she laughed softly.
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Post by taran on Nov 1, 2008 2:39:01 GMT -5
"I hope they're ripe!" he shouted with a smile. "I'm not that old you know!" Stepping away and turning, Bruce moved with the practiced precision of a trained fighter. He smiled, leaving small openings in his patterns deliberately.
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Post by micaylah on Nov 1, 2008 13:21:25 GMT -5
Mica laughed as they continued their training. Her swords nimbly moved about her as she danced with him. She took advantage of the small openings he left by stealing kisses, swats with her sword and an occasional grope when she could.
Kyra touched Mica’s mind as she watched the two half heartedly training. ‘Mica stop this horseplay and train!’ Mica reeled at the stern reproach from Kyra. She looked at Bruce as she embraced the power within her wholly. Her fighting began to take on the ferocity of her spirit as the blows from her swords came faster and harder than before. She began to breathe hard as she felt the power flowing within her, the intensity almost maddening.
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Post by taran on Nov 1, 2008 19:58:36 GMT -5
Bruce smiled when he saw her change to a more serious training focus. He left his mistakes there, the small openings in his defense. He hid his smile when he saw her reaching into one, trying to catch him and end the match. It was a trap. Twisting his blade down, Bruce deflected her attack and swung his leg under her, knocking into the backs of her knees and sending her into the ground. He knelt above her, his sword held across her throat as he smiled down at her.
"I like looking at you from here," he said, leaning down and kissing her lips softly. "You're dead, my love." He stood and put the sword on the ground, smiling at her.
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Post by micaylah on Nov 1, 2008 20:14:57 GMT -5
Mica looked at him from the ground. A flash crossed her eyes. She saw another man, a friend, standing over her as he said the same words that Bruce had just uttered to her. She felt the steel of the man’s blade as he stabbed her. She heard the screams of the Hunter over the night sky as she felt the life drain from her. She knew they were his dying screams as her breath ceased.
Mica jumped up and ran into the nearby trees. Her heart beating so wildly she thought she would die. She ran until she could not run anymore and slumped down against a tall evergreen. Her chest heaved as she fought to get her breath.
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Post by taran on Nov 2, 2008 0:43:40 GMT -5
Bruce jumped back at Mica's reaction, unsure what she was doing. He dropped his sword and ran after her, struggling to keep up with her. 'Wow,' he thought. 'She can run!' Eventually, he caught up to her and slumped to the ground beside her.
"Mica," he said as he tried to catch his breath. "What...what is it? What's wrong?"
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Post by micaylah on Nov 2, 2008 0:51:38 GMT -5
Mica stared blankly ahead. Her voice was cold as she spoke. "I saw our deaths. I mean the last Hunter and Huntress. The ones from the last great war. They were betrayed by their best friend. He spoke the same words that you did just before he plunged his sword through me. I heard the Hunter screaming as we died. Kill one...Kill the other."
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Post by taran on Nov 2, 2008 1:16:10 GMT -5
Bruce pulled Mica into his arms, holding her head against his chest.
"Mica, that was the last war," he said, kissing her forehead softly. "I wont let that happen. Alright? We'll keep vigilant, watch who we trust with our secret. Betray to none who we really are. Understand? If those who wish the Hunter and Huntress dead don't know we are them, it gives us a better chance."
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