Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
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Post by Shard Prime on Apr 12, 2009 22:02:10 GMT -5
OOC: *Pokepokepokes* If you're totally braindead and can't think of anything, a few sentences or a paragraph would do. Anything for activity.
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Post by aeroflyte on Apr 24, 2009 19:48:06 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going to get this over with now.
Shard's blow had been sudden. Striking almost simultaneously with the gong had been a clever ruse, and it worked. Teylan had almost no time to react to the punch, and all he could manage was to barely twist his shoulder out of the way. Shard's paw struck a glancing blow, knocking Teylan off-center and driving him back a good two steps. But he didn't stop and leave himself open there. Using the slight momentum borne from the blow, he smoothly slid backwards and down, whipping his tail around like a counterweight and then lashing out at Shard's legs with a solid footpaw.
OOC: Sorry, this is ridiculously short. And late.
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Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
Posts: 208
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Post by Shard Prime on Apr 26, 2009 1:05:51 GMT -5
[OOC: It's okayyy, and I'm sorry if I seem to be a jerk about it. <=P]
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Good reflex! Shard silently congratulated Teylan, with a slight competitive smirk. Shard didn't anticipate a counterattack, at least, not that particular one. He could have easily hopped away if he had attacked with his left paw, but he chose the inside paw to give him a better immediate defense, or so he thought. No options for a counter or dodge came immediately to the dexterous squirrel's mind, and he knew he had to either dodge or take the hit.
Absorbing the impact of the flying footpaw would waste quite a bit of energy. The only way to dodge from Shard's position would be to tumble away from it, but the squirrel was too cautious. In the end, all he could do was block, and so he did.
His feet skidded across the ground, getting a bit closer together as he knelt to lower his center of gravity. As he fell to a crouch, squinting his eyes to see through the dust, he brought his right arm up and flexed it hard, fist pointing nearly straight up, to take the impact with the hardened muscles between his shoulder and elbow. With a growl, he threw his left hand through the crook of his right arm, hoping to latch onto his opponent's footpaw and spring up with it still attached to him, if the otter didn't retract it in time.
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[OOC again: Ouch, wicked bruise! >_>]
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