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Ryan:
--- Quote from: Kristine on February 26, 2008, 03:26:14 AM ---Then he let me go and I almost fell to my knees. Air. Sweet humid clean air. I gulped lungs full of it for a few seconds and managed to choke out "What...?" I wanted to say "what the hell are you talking about" but my abused throat objected and I started to cough.
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Thirty hacking seconds later, I could breathe again, but I kept coughing, because something that kind of had the shape of something in the plan neighborhood was forming, and I needed the time. At the full minute mark, I hunched forward, made some dry heaving sounds, and my right hand groped for a stick I'd banged my knee on moments before.
My hand wrapped around it and I straightened right up, took a big, raspy breath, raised my arm and hurled the stick, yelling "Fetch!" as loud as I could (which was almost as loud as my indoor voice). The THING took off into the night, and the knight half-turned to watch it go.
At which point I launched myself to my feet, sort of latched onto his wrist and hand and pried the lightsaber away, and sprinted down the street, really, really wishing the weapon were real.
Of course, then it was.
Qualapec:
--- Quote ---At which point I launched myself to my feet, sort of latched onto his wrist and hand and pried the lightsaber away, and sprinted down the street, really, really wishing the weapon were real.
Of course, then it was.
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As I fled down the street the pavement ripped at the bottoms of my bare feet, but the rain water was quickly numbing them. Of course, right then it didn't matter. All I knew in that moment was that if I didn't get away from the rent-a-knight behind me I wouldn't be living very long. When it comes down to it that's all that matters, when a person's life is threatened or the lives of someone they love, they'd be amazed just what they can do. I heard the thundering, chain and plate mail behind me like a demonic base drum as the Knight came up behind me at a speed that would put gold metalists to shame. Fear twisted inside me as I turned around to stare at the behemoth behind me.
I was so focused on him I didn't notice the freakin' pot hole in the middle of the road. Between tripping, and catching a variety of injuries in the process, somehow I still managed to keep my eyes on the Knight. He kept coming like a locomotive. That's right folks, he was loco and he had some serious motive to lop my head off, apparently. Again, the realization came that if he caught me again I wouldn't live to regret it. That was when an unexpected thrum of energy came from the device in my left hand as I swung it in hopes of deflecting his massive hand.
seradhe:
--- Quote from: Qualapec on February 26, 2008, 05:06:31 AM ---That was when an unexpected thrum of energy came from the device in my left hand as I swung it in hopes of deflecting his massive hand.
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I had braced myself for the inevitable impact of the plastic blade against his wrist, but the sudden lack of it caused me to spin wildly around. I tumbled down the road for a few feet, gasping and landing with a loud "oomph".
My own sounds of pain were far outdone by the roaring cry coming from the knight. As I sat up, I noticed a series of deep, perfectly-cut gouges in the asphalt along my route-of-stumbling, leading up to an armored hand.. resting at the feet of the knight.
Kristine:
--- Quote from: seradhe on February 26, 2008, 06:51:27 AM --- As I sat up, I noticed a series of deep, perfectly-cut gouges in the asphalt along my route-of-stumbling, leading up to an armored hand.. resting at the feet of the knight.
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Oddly the first thing that went through my already overloaded brain was not,' How the f&%*k did I get a real light saber?' or even 'Holy Crap this knight's going to kill me!' but rather 'HEY! This is just like in Return Of The Jedi' Then I was too busy surviving as the hound THING came back to defend it's master. I swung in a wide arcs and the hound skidded to a halt on all fours, ears back, all six eyes squinting in anticipation of a blow. It managed to avoid my panicked swinging that did make cool buzzing sounds and skittered to stand between it's master and myself. the knight held his arm to his chest though it wasn't bleeding I can't imagine it didn't hurt. A lot.
"you further condemn yourself by using the Chimeric you have stolen from the Wildflower" he said with disgust.
"I don't know what the hell is happening..." I ended on a hysterical angry note, took a breath and started to giggle again. Some part of my brain registered that this wasn't helping.
I could tell he didn't believe me by the tone of his voice, "You can't feel the power? The bright images that are before you like picture that moves and breaths?"
tagnizkur:
"Here is what I feel. Glass in my ass from the wrecked van. Bruises everywhere bruises shouldn't me. A wedgie so deep that the abyss of the ocean feels for me."
I take a deep breath thinking at the same time why the hell am I being tough and beligerent at a moment like this, and were they hell are my ruby slippers bercause I wanna go home
The knight glares at me and his digust with me only worsens. "Now you dare mock my holy words."
The next thought that rages through my mind as the knight charges is thank goodness is raining, that way the stain I am about to make won't be so bad when my corpse is identified
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