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| The Whistle | 21 Feb 2009, 00:59 |
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Corem flexed his long fingers as his eyes followed the fiery woman into the grand building. For a moment he curled his hands into bony fists, but he quickly released. He didn’t want his muscles to tense up. He remained relaxed in anticipation of the fight, although he wasn’t necessarily sure when it would begin. He had closed maybe half the distance between his starting place and that of the woman… Condra. That put him about fifteen feet away from the corner of the imposing wall, still shrouded by the dark shadow. His position, though, was not Corem’s main concern. Condra had decided to enter the cathedral, and by doing so she had gained a large advantage over the other two. Her display of power had basically labeled her as a fighter capable of ranged attacks, and so staying away and allowing her to keep the high ground would land him in a bad position. Attempting to take the flammable structure would likely end in it going up in flames… At this point in time, those were his only options. Corem rocked back onto his heels, awaiting the inevitable attack of his opponents in the lengthening shadows of the twilight. |
![]() Whistle: ... Whistle: Yeah I punch stuff when I'm happy. Whistle: It has to do with the martials arts upbringing. Darky: Remind me to keep you depressed at all times. | |
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| Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle · Dark Rain Combat Tournament | |





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