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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 29, 2008 14:23:45 GMT -5
He gave a mocking laugh. “You will have to forgive me your Majesty, if I do not just prance right up to you. While I might not know wot trick it is that you play, I do believe I know better then to just come into your arms . . . once again.” His words referred to more then just the current moment but the time the Queen had made his proposition know on just what the mouse had to do to stay in the Courts.
And while he had . . . ‘willingly’ gone the first time, he was not planning on doing it a second time. Not, at least, unless it was on his terms and plans. Watching as the bull had one arm behind his back, his mind quickly went through though plans and actions in his head, trying to figure out what he could do to help him win on this creature he knew almost nothing about in power.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 29, 2008 14:36:46 GMT -5
The stallion's eyes narrowed as he caught a strange movement from the Queen, and he had to clench his fist tightly to keep from saying something. His nails bit into the palm of his hand before he reached up with his left to be certain that his hat covered his right eye. The long sleeve meant to obscure the bone fell back, but the man quickly tucked it back into place, hoping that the King of Clubs hadn't noticed.
Aderlass didn't play into the bull's feint and the stallion was proud of him for his caution. The mouse had every reason to hate the Queen, and if Veldmair was smart, he'd hear it in those words. Not that Rai really wanted the bull to be smart, but it would be a good plan to try and rile up the mouse. Actually, it might be good for the bull to try that; Aderlass was mentally prepared for emotional attacks as well.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 29, 2008 17:09:29 GMT -5
Anoushka watched the dodging and feints, smirking as she caught sight of Veldmair's hand reaching around behind him. She knew what he kept in his waistband and she took a small step closer to the equine at her side, murmuring under her breath. "Oh dear. I can't vatch."
Whether or not she was speaking with regards to the soon-to-be gruesome nature of the battle was unclear. She merely raised a hand and placed it over her eyes, smirk still lingering on her muzzle. She hadn't caught sight of Rai's unusual arm, paying less attention to him than she was to the battle beginning in front of them. This would, after all, affect her future far more than it would his.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 29, 2008 18:23:04 GMT -5
And the Mouse had taken the bait.
He had hoped that throwing something as stupid as a "come hither" phrase would convince the Morganberry to keep enough distance from the Bull.
"Glad to hear that you've learned, it's a shame that the skill won't do you much good."
He whipped his hand toward the Mouse's voice, it wouldn't matter if it missed him or not, so long as it was near the voice.
A small capsule, looking somewhat like a blue pebble landed in the soil, near the voice...
...and promptly exploded. An enormous cloud of thick, blue smoke enveloped the entire forty feet of the arena. breathing it in would make anyone except for the Bull begin to hack and cough. Also causing the eyes to stream and burn slightly.
It wouldn't last long but Veldmair was ready to begin preparation for his next attack, hoping this would slow the Mouse down.
Backing even further away, near the edge of the ring, the Bull listened for the sound of coughing to warn him of his opponent's approach, face split into a wide grin.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 29, 2008 21:57:27 GMT -5
He was confused for a moment at the bull’s words and then a moment later there was an explosion and blue smoke filled the air.
Falling to the ground he found himself caught in a coughing fit while his eyes teary and burned. In self defense and without much thinking, he continued to raise his body temperature, till it was hot enough that anyone standing near him was sure to feel uncomfortable and the idea of touching him would not have been a limb saving one; he was careful not to cause harm to his cane though.
Between the attempts to stop chocking he wondered how long the smoke and its’ affects would last. As he slowly recovered from the bull’s last attack he started to prepare for his counter attack. He could run up to the bull or he could stand here and take what came next. Weighing his options he decided to take one last stand away from the bull before pulling anything close off. Now all he would need to do was know where his opponent was for everything to be pulled off.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 29, 2008 22:29:31 GMT -5
With her eyes closed, hand over them to further shield from burning smoke, and her ears turned back to protect them, Anoushka's smirk did not diminish. She held her breath for the majority of a minute and released it slowly so as to prolong the period of time before she had to inhale any of it. She didn't fancy the taste of the burning chemical smoke, nor the sight of it. This prevented her from seeing any movement in the smoke, though she did hear vaguely through the muffling layer of her ears the sound of someone coughing. She couldn't tell who it was.
Obviously Veldmair had made a strong move of his own, though of course not his strongest. She wondered what the mouse was capable of. She'd never bothered prying before.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 29, 2008 22:32:09 GMT -5
He was late, but time was of no importance to one who lost time. A small figure wrapped in a ratted blanket traipsed slowly through the Court of Clubs, seemingly unaware that he looked like a homeless begger with his current attire, not to mention his smaller-than-average animal form. His eyes were downcast but very aware of his surroundings, and he moved quickly for one that looked like he should be passing out, not trying to go somewhere. After a few minutes, the owl made it to the courtyard. The battle had begun, that much was obvious to anyone watching; but few dared to call themselves bystanders, at least up close. No doubt many were watching hidden from windows, but this particular card was more brazen than that. He managed to get halfway to where Shinrai and Anoushka were standing before he had to pause and was seemingly wracked by a coughing fit, though he was completely silent; after a moment it passed and he finished what was a journey to him. Then he simply slumped to the ground a few feet away from the Queen and King, his holey blanket wrapped snugly around him. Hooded red eyes peered out from over the top as he watched the battle closely, but no sound was made aside from the occasional reshuffling of limbs. |
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 29, 2008 23:27:29 GMT -5
Veldmair zeroed in on the sound of the Mouse's coughing, moving purposefully forward, grin wider than what looked plausible as he thought of his hands closing around the Morganberry's throat.
The crouched form appeared suddenly in the swirling blue smoke. It would only last for another minute. Not wanting to lose his advantage, he reached forward quickly with his off hand, attempting to grip the Mouse by the throat and hauling his other fist back ready for a punch that might have been able to knock off the other Queen's head...
It was too late that he noticed the uncomfortable heat in the air. If his hand connected with the other's throat he would suddenly be overwhelmed with unbearable pain, letting out a yelp of shock and tearing his hand away as best he could, staring at the charred flesh in a mix of anger and agony.
"What is- Aaaaugh!"
In retrospect he recalled that the night he had had the Mouse as his own, that the creature had kept his gloves on...too late did he consider that fact an oddity...
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 29, 2008 23:40:23 GMT -5
Hearing heavy footsteps, he glanced sideways and was only able to catch a glimpse of the bull’s larger from through the smoke before the current Queen pulled away with a cry of agony. Ah, yes. He supposes he had forgotten to mention that small matter to the male. And there was his advantage.
Pulling himself to his feet, still coughing every now and then, he gave the bull a grin. He knew the battle was not over yet but he was going to take advantage while it lasted.
“Sorry about that, Your Majesty. It seems my temper kind of gets away from me sometimes. It can be a little . . . hot to the touch.” He gave a slightly cocky grin to the bull. “Why do we not call this little battle over and you just give me the position of the Queen, eh? You still have a chance to save your life you know.”
Even though he gave the pretense of being cocky he was still planning his attacks and defenses. He had a plan for either way the bull chose, though he was pretty sure which way the bull would choose . . . in the end.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 29, 2008 23:57:44 GMT -5
Hearing this the Bull reacted instantaneously, not even letting the other finish his sentence but attacking directly following the words: Why do we not call this little battle over and you just give me the position of the Queen, eh?.
His right hand, uninjured shot forward, not to touch the Mouse but toward his face, fingers spread wide.
A jet of acid was very suddenly slamming out of the Queen's palm. It sprayed everything copiously over thirty feet, making it excessively difficult to dodge. The acid would fall directly over the top of the Mouse's head and begin eating into his left horn and the skin of his back, if not deflected.
"I will NEVER simply hand over my throne, if you want it, you will TAKE it!" The Bull raged as he danced backward, watching the acid hiss along the ground all around and behind Adrelass for thirty feet. His eyes were wide and the grin was quite gone from his face.
He clutched his ruined left hand in against his chest and snarled with anger, the impudent thing had gone too far...Veldmair had other tricks, he would see this Mouse dead before the afternoon was out.
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