(( er. Concrit 1: For fights, it's generally better to keep the number of subsequent actions that happen in a post to a minimum. Think of RPing a fight a bit like scripting a play. I need to work on that myself...
Concrit 2: For reference, in a grassy plain like this, it's actually kind of hard to get a handful of dirt. For one, the grasses are covering the soil, which means you have to rip it up to get to it. It's not something you can easily do on the fly. I suppose you had a different kind of plain in mind? ))
Trian immediately turned his body aside, but some of the soil still got in his eyes...and the rest got in his hair. Even as he shut his eyes, he could still 'sense' Rosalie and kicked out in her direction, raising his staff.
The three fires swerved around to change direction when Rosalie moved and followed her, shooting towards both of them.
((Yeah, totally different. I imagined a tall, grassy, plain. Except the grass was kinda dead and wispy. Leaving clumps of dirt around...at least thats like a lot of the fields around here...))
Rose twisted to the side, but not quick enough. Trian's shoe caught her shoulder. She bit her tongue against a yelp.
Now, lying on the ground, she could see that her dirt plan had worked somewhat. Except now, it seemed as if Trian's fireballs were rushing them both. And Trian couldn't see to direct them.
(( We have something similar around my school, but it's sand rather than dirt. But even with the drought, from what I've seen, our plains here are still pretty grassy and tough and even though the grasses might be almost dead, grasses around here tend to hang around pretty stubbornly ))
Trian speared down with his staff, purposefully missing her. His eyes were still tightly shut. The three flames sped towards Rosalie, but stopped an inch from her, hovering menacingly, before backing off when Trian drew back a few feet.
"One chance," he said, rubbing his eyes to get the filth out of it. "That's all I will give you." The dirt was being stubborn. He fought down annoyance when he thought about how hard it would be to remove from his hair.
Rose rolled to her feet, backing away slowly from Trian. He had mentioned something about how he would kill her if she cut his hair. She idly wondered if getting dirt in it would garner the same punishment.
"One chance for what?" Rose asked, slipping a dagger into her other hand. Her eyes flitted from the fire balls to Trian and back again. "I can't do much more than run, Trian. Sometimes it's better to do that then stand and fight. Especially in a fight as lop-sided as this."
Trian made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat as he rubbed the last of the dirt from his eyes before blinking. "You've seen how little running has done for you, puppy," he replied tersely, almost spitting the last word out in disgust. "Cragan is better at hunting than you are at running. I suspect the only reason why you've managed to escape before is because he's playing a game of cat and mouse with you, girl."
He held his staff in one hand, spike in the ground. "I am not a particularly difficult opponent, you're just not looking for my weaknesses." His voice became cold, words blunt. "You hesitate too much, you waste too many chances to get the upper hand, you don't use your strengths to your advantage, you fight like a goddamned noble who doesn't know the meaning of survival, clinging to the impractical ideal of a 'fair fight'." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "It's as if you want to be killed." He bared his fangs in a dark grin, fingers tightly gripping his staff. The flames around him flared. "Tell me, do you want to die
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Rose’s mind whirled. Fear speared her gut. She couldn’t imagine Trian harming her, much less kill her, but then again…How well did she know this vampire
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Concrit 2: For reference, in a grassy plain like this, it's actually kind of hard to get a handful of dirt. For one, the grasses are covering the soil, which means you have to rip it up to get to it. It's not something you can easily do on the fly. I suppose you had a different kind of plain in mind? ))
Trian immediately turned his body aside, but some of the soil still got in his eyes...and the rest got in his hair. Even as he shut his eyes, he could still 'sense' Rosalie and kicked out in her direction, raising his staff.
The three fires swerved around to change direction when Rosalie moved and followed her, shooting towards both of them.
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Rose twisted to the side, but not quick enough. Trian's shoe caught her shoulder. She bit her tongue against a yelp.
Now, lying on the ground, she could see that her dirt plan had worked somewhat. Except now, it seemed as if Trian's fireballs were rushing them both. And Trian couldn't see to direct them.
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Trian speared down with his staff, purposefully missing her. His eyes were still tightly shut. The three flames sped towards Rosalie, but stopped an inch from her, hovering menacingly, before backing off when Trian drew back a few feet.
"One chance," he said, rubbing his eyes to get the filth out of it. "That's all I will give you." The dirt was being stubborn. He fought down annoyance when he thought about how hard it would be to remove from his hair.
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"One chance for what?" Rose asked, slipping a dagger into her other hand. Her eyes flitted from the fire balls to Trian and back again. "I can't do much more than run, Trian. Sometimes it's better to do that then stand and fight. Especially in a fight as lop-sided as this."
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He held his staff in one hand, spike in the ground. "I am not a particularly difficult opponent, you're just not looking for my weaknesses." His voice became cold, words blunt. "You hesitate too much, you waste too many chances to get the upper hand, you don't use your strengths to your advantage, you fight like a goddamned noble who doesn't know the meaning of survival, clinging to the impractical ideal of a 'fair fight'." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "It's as if you want to be killed." He bared his fangs in a dark grin, fingers tightly gripping his staff. The flames around him flared. "Tell me, do you want to die ( ... )
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