Post by Elrohir on Jul 22, 2004 21:38:04 GMT -5
Off to the side, two dark figures, light gray of skin, circled in upon each other, signaling the beggining of a duel. Both had wide grins on their faces as they dodged, parried, and lept over themselves, a fresh start, each trying to avoid the others blows and each calculating their next move.
Dagan, the older of the two, had armed himself with his usual, a trusty sword, jeweled with a large moonstone upon the hilt. He liked to call it Ice, for according to the elvish engraved on the blade it 'Stung the flesh with the burning of ice.' But, of course, most thought that ridiculous.
Diren, on the other hand, held a pair of curved daggers, she had always used them when training, for of all the weapons, they were the ones of which she had had the most of skill. They had no title or embelishments to speak of; plain leather hilts, iron blades...nothing fancy.
The duel went on for quite a while, blades willdly flashing about, their bodies as almost a rhythmic dance. It was quite impressive really. But as all battles are fought, they are won. On a late move and with improper calculation, Diren swiftly lept over Dagan's blade for yet another time, but promply lost her footing and fell to her back with a large flump, knocking the air and wind out of her.
Dagan had quickly leapt over his younger sister while the moment stood, pointing his blade near to Diren's chest.
"Ha! I've won yet again young sister. What have you to say of yourself now?" He said as a wide smile drew upon his dark face.
Diren frowned for a second, then smiled greatly and pushed his blade quickly away from her chest. And all in the same instance, her form was replaced by a panther's and she lept on her brother with a playful growl.
Dagan quickly changed as he felt Diren's weight begin to come upon him, knocking him backwards. The larger, better built male panther replaced Dagan as he was about to hit the ground and knocked the female to his side.
Thier swift movements were as lightning as the two drow/anor's began to playfully leap and paw at eachother. Diren, being smaller and more easily able to dodge his attacks, quickly launched herself under one of Dagan's great leaps and pranced upon him as he fumbled and rolled to the ground, growling fiercely as he took the blow. She carefully placed her jaw upon his throat, biting it softly as to signify that she had won. A quick ending to the duel.
Both changed back to their human forms and stumbled as they crawled off of eachother. Diren was laughing insanely as Dagan rubbed his neck, checking for wounds. He simply smiled and looked to her. "We are equal then? You being the better panther while I am the better man."
"I am getting better with the daggers, soon you will be beat on both ends," Diren replied as she got up, dusting herself off.
"Keep your dreaming but it will never happen Diren," Dagan said as he came to his own feet, spinning a second before regaining his balance.
"Ha" Diren sneered, thinking the comment ridiculous.
Both stopped and looked around with a sigh. Both then changed yhier gaze to see Shieg and Kalmyr fighting in the distance, an interesting and noisy sight, but none the less entertaining. They sheathed their weapons and walked closer to the others, seating themselves upon a near bench to watch the show.
Dagan, the older of the two, had armed himself with his usual, a trusty sword, jeweled with a large moonstone upon the hilt. He liked to call it Ice, for according to the elvish engraved on the blade it 'Stung the flesh with the burning of ice.' But, of course, most thought that ridiculous.
Diren, on the other hand, held a pair of curved daggers, she had always used them when training, for of all the weapons, they were the ones of which she had had the most of skill. They had no title or embelishments to speak of; plain leather hilts, iron blades...nothing fancy.
The duel went on for quite a while, blades willdly flashing about, their bodies as almost a rhythmic dance. It was quite impressive really. But as all battles are fought, they are won. On a late move and with improper calculation, Diren swiftly lept over Dagan's blade for yet another time, but promply lost her footing and fell to her back with a large flump, knocking the air and wind out of her.
Dagan had quickly leapt over his younger sister while the moment stood, pointing his blade near to Diren's chest.
"Ha! I've won yet again young sister. What have you to say of yourself now?" He said as a wide smile drew upon his dark face.
Diren frowned for a second, then smiled greatly and pushed his blade quickly away from her chest. And all in the same instance, her form was replaced by a panther's and she lept on her brother with a playful growl.
Dagan quickly changed as he felt Diren's weight begin to come upon him, knocking him backwards. The larger, better built male panther replaced Dagan as he was about to hit the ground and knocked the female to his side.
Thier swift movements were as lightning as the two drow/anor's began to playfully leap and paw at eachother. Diren, being smaller and more easily able to dodge his attacks, quickly launched herself under one of Dagan's great leaps and pranced upon him as he fumbled and rolled to the ground, growling fiercely as he took the blow. She carefully placed her jaw upon his throat, biting it softly as to signify that she had won. A quick ending to the duel.
Both changed back to their human forms and stumbled as they crawled off of eachother. Diren was laughing insanely as Dagan rubbed his neck, checking for wounds. He simply smiled and looked to her. "We are equal then? You being the better panther while I am the better man."
"I am getting better with the daggers, soon you will be beat on both ends," Diren replied as she got up, dusting herself off.
"Keep your dreaming but it will never happen Diren," Dagan said as he came to his own feet, spinning a second before regaining his balance.
"Ha" Diren sneered, thinking the comment ridiculous.
Both stopped and looked around with a sigh. Both then changed yhier gaze to see Shieg and Kalmyr fighting in the distance, an interesting and noisy sight, but none the less entertaining. They sheathed their weapons and walked closer to the others, seating themselves upon a near bench to watch the show.