One thing I still don't get, after having a whole day to think about it... And I don't know if people dream the same things, when they get weird ones like this, or if it's just me, but
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[Voice...and C-c-c-commentloggies!]myownmemoryMay 3 2009, 22:08:39 UTC
Yep, thats me.
[He arrives eager and restless, down by the bridge and the bathhouse, bearing ready in hand the dragon-winged blade forged from darkness in his heart.]
[You wouldn't know Sheik's mood to look at him, which is just how he wants it. Though bare-handed, he's armed, and gives the sword a curious glance - but he's eager to begin. He gives no greeting, only a nod, and shifts his stance.]
[He stands at his tallest with a slow breath to quell the already-starting adrenaline tingle, sizing up his opponent slightly before moving a little closer, adjusting himself into a ready pose, a bit showier with his blade than necessary...
Mostly because the only people he's actually ever fought before have been Sora and Riku...and much more recently Roxas, and a few crossed blades with a particular Persian roof-guardian till he'd apparently humored the man enough into letting him stay up there.
A new person to fight with is interesting, and he doesn't know what to expect yet, so he hesitates for a moment off making the first strike.]
[First strikes are always a little hesitant in the first spar - testing the water. Sheik bends backwards with seemingly no effort, slipping away from the attack and bringing his leg up in a fluid kick. His own style of fighting is quick, confusing to follow and accurate, and he's got a fair deal of experience to back it up.
And right now he's not interested in holding back. For now, he goes without drawing a blade, aiming to take over the offensive with a volley of sharp attacks.]
[He's waiting for a blade to be drawn and surprised to find a foot launched up at him in that first attack, flinching and ducking backwards in a fumbling dodge instead of parrying, unsure how he's going to fight fairly for a play spar, when the other person faces him unarmed.
There's always the darkness, of course, but that's something he didn't expect to unleash until the right opportunity, and maybe only in a serious round.
...but he finds something that works, mid-way through that first series of jabs, blocking with his forearm and a bit of Soul Eater's toothed hilt before bringing the sharper edge of his blade across in a sweeping diagonal swing.]
[His body bends back again, under the arc of the strange dark blade he has no time to study or admire but can still feel as it sweeps over him. Riqis thinks fast, and he's good at blocking, good at turning it into an attack, regaining his ground quickly.
When the immediate threat of being sliced in two is gone he straightens and shifts to lean against his shoulder, hoping to get in past Riqis' defence and subsequently knock his balance again. Already, he's preparing his next attack - spinning on his forefoot with his elbow coming up, face-level.
And he's pleased his mind is solely on the spar now, but of course, when he realizes it, he starts to think again.]
[This guy is much quicker than Sora, can dodge a broad swing all too reflexively, gets in much closer, his attacks aren't at all the sort the replica was expecting when he said 'spar'. Riqis is not about to call foul game though, because from the way this one uses his whole body, not just a swung melee weapon, that's a keen something to learn from
( ... )
[For a brief moment, Sheik notes the way Riqis recovers, the speed and the relative fluidity of it, and finds himself quietly, fleetingly impressed. He's a bit too sharp to fall for the stuck out leg, side-stepping and slipping back to avoid any subsequent kick in his direction. He knows how this is, has fought people like it before - Riqis, it seems, has the knowledge, the theory, but is lacking on real experience, practise.
The sword swing should be easily to dodge for a Sheikah, but it's a narrow miss, and a surprisingly clumsy one. Sheik throws himself down, pressed low to the ground, and rolls away, out of immediate range. Balanced on his hands, he brings both legs around around in another savage kick - if it doesn't connect, it'll pull him to his feet anyway.
Moving up again, he draws the long, slim knife from the sheathe at his back and swings it through his fingers, recovered from his graceless fall to cut through in a vicious arc, backhanded, neck-level.]
[Shiek on the floor gives Riqis the moment to recover and gain upper hand...or so he thinks, but then there's legs flying for his face again and the boy has just enough reaction time to begin springing backward- feet catch him on the chest, and he lands with both hands clutching at Soul Eater to hold his balance, short for breath
( ... )
[Riqis' force throws him off, puts an end to the shriek of the blades locked together. To his credit, he manages not to stumble. Instead, he feints left, feints down, and instead leaps straight in, again leading with his shoulder - he only follows with the knife for now. Whilst Sheik doesn't believe in holding back, he's also not about to cut up one of his Queen's friends
( ... )
[He feels toyed with, by the blur of movement, elbowed in the chest more than once, shoved around just enough to keep his swordwork off and less-than-precise...it seems wherever there's an opening, its there in one instant and by the time he's brought Soul Eater around, his challenger's ducked somewhere else.
Its very different from the blunt rush of clobbering he's come to expect from Sora in the past, or from facing off with a mirror image of himself.
There's hardly time to strategize either, only react and try to squeeze a few offensive sweeps between, broad slashes, but that's mostly to give himself some space to move in, and hold the other fighter off from weaving in too close.
He'll have some bruises and sore ribs by the time is over. But the thrill rush is good, the intensity is a sharp and welcome change from sitting up on the rooftops after dark, waiting for the worst to come.]
Hnh! You were expecting less from me?
[He counters finally several moments after Sheik's observation, a growl of ego as another close swing is
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[He arrives eager and restless, down by the bridge and the bathhouse, bearing ready in hand the dragon-winged blade forged from darkness in his heart.]
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Mostly because the only people he's actually ever fought before have been Sora and Riku...and much more recently Roxas, and a few crossed blades with a particular Persian roof-guardian till he'd apparently humored the man enough into letting him stay up there.
A new person to fight with is interesting, and he doesn't know what to expect yet, so he hesitates for a moment off making the first strike.]
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And right now he's not interested in holding back. For now, he goes without drawing a blade, aiming to take over the offensive with a volley of sharp attacks.]
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There's always the darkness, of course, but that's something he didn't expect to unleash until the right opportunity, and maybe only in a serious round.
...but he finds something that works, mid-way through that first series of jabs, blocking with his forearm and a bit of Soul Eater's toothed hilt before bringing the sharper edge of his blade across in a sweeping diagonal swing.]
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When the immediate threat of being sliced in two is gone he straightens and shifts to lean against his shoulder, hoping to get in past Riqis' defence and subsequently knock his balance again. Already, he's preparing his next attack - spinning on his forefoot with his elbow coming up, face-level.
And he's pleased his mind is solely on the spar now, but of course, when he realizes it, he starts to think again.]
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The sword swing should be easily to dodge for a Sheikah, but it's a narrow miss, and a surprisingly clumsy one. Sheik throws himself down, pressed low to the ground, and rolls away, out of immediate range. Balanced on his hands, he brings both legs around around in another savage kick - if it doesn't connect, it'll pull him to his feet anyway.
Moving up again, he draws the long, slim knife from the sheathe at his back and swings it through his fingers, recovered from his graceless fall to cut through in a vicious arc, backhanded, neck-level.]
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Its very different from the blunt rush of clobbering he's come to expect from Sora in the past, or from facing off with a mirror image of himself.
There's hardly time to strategize either, only react and try to squeeze a few offensive sweeps between, broad slashes, but that's mostly to give himself some space to move in, and hold the other fighter off from weaving in too close.
He'll have some bruises and sore ribs by the time is over. But the thrill rush is good, the intensity is a sharp and welcome change from sitting up on the rooftops after dark, waiting for the worst to come.]
Hnh! You were expecting less from me?
[He counters finally several moments after Sheik's observation, a growl of ego as another close swing is ( ... )
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