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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 20:45:00 GMT -5
"My name? My name is Drang."
Drang eyed the sword carefully. He knew he couldn't touch it. Moving to the right silently Drang repositioned himself so that his voice no long gave away his location. Crouching slightly he readied himself for whatever attacks the demon would throw at him.
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 20:50:09 GMT -5
"Tch..." Lorr looked around blindly. The Elf's scent was all over the place, so he couldn't locate him by smell, and he was light on his feet, so he couldn't locate him by sound.
"Oh, you're sneaky, Drang..." he whispered, chuckling. "Very, very sneaky..." There it was! Something touched the water to his left. "Gotcha!" Lorr exclaimed and slashed in the direction of the sound.
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 20:53:43 GMT -5
Drang flipped back and grinned grabbing onto a pipe lightly so he wouldn't contact the water. In his opposite hand was about twenty pebbles. With a grin he threw one to Lorr's right and then silently jumped to a pipe on his left. From that position he managed to kick him in the back of the head before swinging to another pipe.
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 21:00:24 GMT -5
Lorr swung his sword in the direction of the sound, growling when he felt his sword his the stone wall of the sewer. Then, he stumbled forward then the Elf kicked him in the back of his head.
He strained his ears, and heard as the Elf landed on one of the pipes above him. So, he was using the pipes to his advantage? Lorr would just have to remove it.
He let out a victorious shriek as he shot up, grinning went he felt his head connect with his target's gut. He wasn't sure if he nicked him with his horns or anything, but he didn't care about that as they crashed through the 'ceiling' and into the open street above.
Lorr landed on top of a rich merchant, unsure of where exactly the Elf landed, but he liked it better this way. "Eh, shut up," he muttered to the stuttering merchant, before punching him in the face, splattering pieces of skull and brains over the ground as he got up.
"Where are you now, Drang?"
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 21:05:05 GMT -5
Drang winced as he stood. Those horns had cut him a little. With a smile he realized, he was behind the demon. When he heard the demon ask him where he was he grinned. Silently he leaped onto the demon's back and wrapped an arm around his throat, and his legs around the demon's sword arm, binding it in place.
"Lets see you escape this, demon."
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 21:13:33 GMT -5
Lorr's unseeing eyes widened when the Elf landed on his back, but he soon chuckled when he felt an arm around his throat, and a pair of legs around his arm.
"You wanna see me get out of this, Drang?" he whispered gleefully, before taking off in a run. With a maniacal laugh, he ran straight towards a building and jumped, flipping in mid-air so his back, which had Drang attached to it, slammed right through the wall.
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 21:17:56 GMT -5
Drang let out a sharp yell of pain, but tightened his grip more. His time under the 'care' of Orc slum lords had taught him to ignore pain. Gritting his teeth he tightened his grip more.
"I will end you demon. I've fought to hard for my right to live for it to end now."
Drang took his free arm and braced his other arm.
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 21:26:54 GMT -5
"You little shit!" came Lorr's strangled cry as he felt the grip tighten around his neck. "I've survived a thousand years of slaughter! You think I'm gonna allow myself to be taken down by someone like you?!"
He got up with some difficulty, the Elf still attached to his back. Suddenly, he froze, and actually smacked his forehead with his free hand. "How silly of me! How could I forget?"
His hand caught on fire, and with a gleeful cackle, he grabbed onto the Elf's arm.
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 21:34:03 GMT -5
Drang howled in pain but kept control. He reached one arm around to the demon's arm pulling it back locking them both in place along with his neck. Drang tightens his grip and twists until he feels a crack.
"Just die already!"
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 21:40:58 GMT -5
Lorr's eyes widened once more when he felt his neck crack, and he uttered a small, "Oh," before his arms went limp, followed by his legs, causing him to drop to the ground as the fire in his hand died out.
He didn't want to die like this... He wanted to go out in the field of battle, fighting a huge demon, or a Neo Angel, or something. He didn't want to be killed by some punk Elf! His senses numbed, and he couldn't feel anything anymore. So, this was death?
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 21:48:04 GMT -5
Drang felt the body go slack slightly but kept his grip. He had learned from watching and his own fights that if you weren't sure your opponent was dead you would pay. When the body went completely slack Drang let go and stood looking down at the demon.
"Lorr Rotha, you were a great warrior. I will remember your name for the rest of my life."
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 21:54:54 GMT -5
What the...? His senses... They were coming back! No, scratch that. His eyes were still shot. But the others were returning! He felt his magic pulsing within him again. He let out a wheezing laughter when he heard the Elf speak, and he slowly got up, grabbing his sword as he did.
"I'm not as dead as you, or I, would think..." he muttered as he rose to his full height and leaned his head to the side, hearing some satisfying cracks. "I carved out my own heart, boy, and that didn't kill me. It doesn't really surprise me that this didn't, either."
He rubbed his shoulder and looked towards the Elf, chuckling. "You fought well today, Drang. I will remember you. Go now, and rest. The next time we meet, my eyes will have healed, and I will be back at full strength. You should pray that we never meet again."
With that, he simply walked past the Elf, scraping his sword against the ground... only to walk right into a wall. "Shit!" His hands searched for the hole they entered from, and found it. Grumbling, he hopped out.
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 21:59:38 GMT -5
Chuckling slightly Drang watched the demon go.
"Lorr Rotha, what a strange demon. If he weren't so hell bent on killing me I just might have wanted to befriend him."
Drang turned to walk back to his home before something clicked as he looked around.
"Of all the luck...he would have to crash into my home..."
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Post by zeno on Jul 4, 2009 22:04:15 GMT -5
Lorr sat on top of a building, staring over Upper City. This was definitely not the place for him... Sure, there was Drang, but he was one fighter.
Maybe he should go back to the Bay of Blood? In truth, he missed his favorite bar. Or maybe he should head to the Slums here in Eden? He heard that there was a pair of people who wrecked an Orc bar... Those two would be pretty fun to fight...
"Meh! I'll decide it over a drink and some slaughter!" he exclaimed as he jumped off the roof, heading towards the nearest bar, his sword anxious for some blood.
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Post by deadsent on Jul 4, 2009 22:18:04 GMT -5
----24 hours later----
Drang awoke from his bed from the light filtering through the hole in his wall.
"I really need to fix that."
Drang stood up and jumped out the hole in his wall already being fully dressed. Walking down the street he began muttering to himself.
"Who should I rob today. I really need money to fix that hole in my wall...and no little merchant is going to do...but...if i want to do a big job I need help..."
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