02-13-2009, 03:08 PM
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R.I.P. Brigadier General Maes Hughes (1885-1914)
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Location: In the abyss of my hard drive.
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Re: The Proficiency of a Master's Flair (Insaney)
Alain was so surprised by the pain of a small knife flying so fast that he dropped his gladius. The pain wasn't the problem for him, for he was a soldier and could heal such a wound in a minute, it was how swiftly the man threw the knife that surprised him. He would have picked his sword back up, but the man moved in, Alain assumed for an attack. But he was quite wrong. Instead the stranger took his own sword, which Alain could now see as a talwar, and cut off the sheath to Alain's gladius. Alain jumped back as the man reached out to grab the sheath and sword that Alain had dropped. The stranger glanced at Marshall only for a moment before dashing off over a low building, but then paused, as if taunting Alain to give chase.
After a moment of thinking, Marshall decided against trying to chase the man over buildings. Alain could run, but not over a building. That was more than he'd been taught in his military. He would, however follow the man on the ground, running alongside the building. He didn't particularly want his sword back, as it was standard as far as he was concerned, but he wasn't going to let someone simply take something of his without some effort.
He quickly dashed into the alley by the building as the stranger started to run again. The man kept ahead of Alain with ease, and Marshall could tell he did such feats regularly. Thankfully Alain saw up ahead there was a lack of buildings. The area was rather dry, open, and there was room enough for a battle. He ran into he middle of the field and turned towards to stranger, who was still on the building.
Pulling out his halberd he called to the man.
"Stranger! You have great skills, there is no doubt about that. But skills have no use with an honor less coward who would take a man's defense and run." He paused, seeing as he had the man's attention. "Give me my sword, and we shall duel. If you win, my blade is yours. But if I win, I keep it. I ask nothing of you, other than what was taken."
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