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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on May 23, 2012 16:04:58 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : 6/6
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Raining
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Baldr, Asther
PREVIOUS THREADS ? Holding the Fort
Baldr drew his sword as he started to run through the field of men. Right now it was just Hysterians he was running through, but soon he would be meeting Berk’s finest, and he wasn’t in the mood for proper fighting. He was only going into the battle field to get into a good position to give his message.
“To your left!” Rags shouted, he swung his sword out and blocked the attack just in time. The positive of hearing Rags was that she’d make sure he paid attention to his surroundings.
As the Hooligan moved for another attack an ally moved in to attack him, giving Baldr a chance to move again. He ran at another Hooligan who then went for him. He ducked under the attack and jumped up, placing a hand on the guy’s shoulder and pivoting on him which flung him across and into the next guy. He flew to the ground and Baldr ran past. He wasn’t going to kill anyone that he didn’t have to, the other, more blood thirsty men, could take care of that.
Then in the crowd he saw her, fighting off a young Hysteiran who was barely holding his own. He ran towards them. The Hysterian staggered and lowered his guard as Asther slashed at him. Baldr only just got in the way in time and blocked the attack.
“Go play with someone else kid,”[/i][/color] Baldr said, smiling, “I’ll take care of this.”[/i][/color]
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Post by Asther & Puff on May 24, 2012 22:11:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #eee; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #fff; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: right; color: #494949;]TUG OF WAR, SWEET AS SIN[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]I LET GO, I FELL IN[/style][/style][/style] | [style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]A[/style]sther wasn’t exactly the sort of person you could expect to boast, particularly not in the middle of a war taking place on the shores of Berk. However, she found exceptiosn could be made when needed. An instance of such was now. She had exhausted her supply of arrows fighting in the skies above, striking down threats to Berk from the air. However, her familiar comfort zone of combat quickly vanished when she was forced to turn to the ground. In what could have jokingly been called a leap of faith, she’d jumped from Puff’s back and commanded him to keep fighting however possible while she took to the ground.
Her hands had found their way to the sword of a fallen enemy. She had no issues with taking personal belongings from a corpse. Then again, if she did, was this really the time to bother with an internal conflict? The answer to that question had been simple – ‘No’.
She’d entered the flurry of battle as soon as the hand-and-a-half sword was stationed in her grip. The Berk warriors had taken out the trebuchets and catapults rolled up on the shores – most of them, anyway, so the danger form being struck from above was lowered to simply watching out for arrows or flying swords. Red-orange sparks flew as her blade met that of a young Hysterian. To fight him, she’d turned her body sideways in order to lessen the surface area he could strike. Using one hand wasn’t exactly what she would call smart, but she could tell that one hand was all that would be required to defeat him.
Asther’s eyes narrowed when the young man’s guard dropped. There! She wasted no time slashing downward, the powerful stroke direct enough to slice through the leather padding of armor he wore over his torso.
Or at least, it would have, had it not been intercepted and barely blocked.
Asther moved to the side, refusing to stumble in an attempt to gain back her footing while she looked up through her bangs at whomever had dared to interrupt her fight.
She should have expected the man that stood before her – Baldr.
Curling her lip slightly, Asther drew herself upwards to stand straight, placing her second hand on the hilt of the sword and holding it in a position that could turn quickly to either offense or defense.
”The gods slated this to be our fate.” she said, loud enough for him to hear her. She didn’t move, only watched him. ”We were bound to cross blades in this battle. What say you, Baldr?” It was as though she were formally inviting him to even combat.[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] |
[/img][/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]pime as baldr[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]444[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]let’s get this party started[/style][/center][/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Baldr the Bonkers on May 25, 2012 17:54:38 GMT -5
Baldr’s eye gleamed at what Asther said, Why can’t more people talk like that?
“Mayhaps, but then neither of us had expected this to be so,” he moved himself slightly to resemble a bow while still being in a defensive position, “After all, had meant to stay behind the lines coordinating this shambles,”[/b] he then lunged forwards in a way that was more designed to instigate a reaction than to hit, “And you are holding one of our blades”[/color]
The attack was perfectly in character of the style Baldr used. Baldr was a defensive fighter, mostly because when he was young attacking wasn’t really an effect option, seeing that he was the weakest among his peers. So rather than get over powered by those stronger, his tactics mostly involved blocking and dodging, despite the fact that he had grown strong since the habit started. It did mean he was nimble on his toes and good a controlling the enemy’s blade. It was why he’d occasionally do a useless attack; provoke the enemy into being more offensive, easier to work with.
He knew however that he wasn’t going to be able to get an easy upper hand with Asther though. They seemed to be quite even with skill. “Watch out!”[/I][/color] Baldr had seen the attack consciously even without help from Rags.
He ducked under the axe that a Viking had swung at him, did a spin walk so that he moved next to the Viking and, using the momentum of the spin, elbowed the Viking in the face, sending him sideways back into the fray. He then, knowing the bad position he was now in, threw his sword from his strong to his weak hand so that he could block the attack from Asther in time. “Always hard to do one on one while a battle happens around you,”[/color] He wryly commented before the two broke away and they continued.
“So, can I not entice my cousin’s location out of you then?”[/color] It was time to see how much Asther really knew...or suspected. “Shame,”[/color] he said after she [I’m assuming what you would say...though it’s a safe assumption] denied any knowledge, “Maybe I should try asking someone other than you. Like Luna.”[/color]
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Post by Asther & Puff on Sept 18, 2012 9:28:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #eee; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #fff; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: right; color: #494949;]TUG OF WAR, SWEET AS SIN[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]I LET GO, I FELL IN[/style][/style][/style] | [style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]H[/style]e acknowledged her words with a bow, and she raised her sword to hold before her face, holding it with the broad side facing him before spinning it a quarter-turn in her palm, the narrow side of the blade dividing her face in half as a proper response to his display of courtesy. Her reflexes were sharp as he lunged at her. The twitch of his legs downward gave away his intention and she reacted accordingly. Asther moved to the side as his sword came in a thrust-like motion towards her. A simple side-step and parry was her choice of reaction. The flat of her blade had met the sharp edge of his, glancing the two pieces of metal off of each other with a clang.
That was a test. she realized, narrowing her eyes as she stood straighter again, bringing the blade diagonally against her chest, ready to defend or attack however she could. She raised the sword slightly to glance behind her, just in time to see a back-handed flail swing her direction. She ducked to the side and glanced back through her hair. The flail had come from a Viking already engaged in combat. Close call... Asther told herself, turning back to Baldr. He appeared to have been interrupted by a Viking attacking him as well.
It looked like their dance of a fight would prove to be difficult to hold without interruption
Her sharp green eyes saw the muscles of his mouth twitch and her attention automatically focused on his lips. She feigned a blow, darting in close to him while he appeared to be occupied with his attacker. He parried her blow as well, and she stepped back, re-drawing her sword to a defensive position before her.
With a shake of her head, she responded to him easily. "That it is."
She watched him as he spoke, answering swiftly as soon is he was done.
”I regret to tell you that you cannot.”
She crouched slightly, rolling her right shoulder forward and shifting the position of the sword in her hand to lay broadside in front of her shoulder and chest. "If you want to get to anybody of my village in this fight, you're going to have to go through me first." Asther blinked, narrowing her eyes at the opponent before her. "And with that, I believe it's your move."[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] |
[/img][/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]pime as baldr[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]396[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]sort of used my last post to re-respond since it was partially the same // for some reason listening to my bio prof ramble about skeletons gave me muse[/style][/center][/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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