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[Blaze]

AC walked into the library and imediatly closed and locked all the door in the library and slowly walked up to the closest student and began to pumble him with his fists. AC just began to beat up everyone in the library and most the students here were no match for this drunken warrior. AC was a master of The Drunken Boxing style, and Alcohol only made him stronger so he got hammerd before coming here. AC was beating on every student, male and female and after a bit a few of them ganged up on him and said "DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING!" and AC replied ina calm voice "Well i missed the opening saramony so i decided to make up for it today" and then began to take each on of them down, two at a time. AC layed waste to half the people in the room and any officalls in the room were on the floor crawling towards the doors. AC jumped up onto a table crouched down and stared one student in the eyes for a few seconds, striking fear into his heart and defeating him without lifting a finger. AC jumped up onto a book shelf and stared down on some students that tried to hide from him. AC simply crouched there for a few seconds and laughed at his fine work. AC slowly opend his mouth and said "Well then, thats half of one room down, so many more to go"

[Valkyrie]

Valkyrie had heard the commotion from the corridor outside, and moved to the nearest door to try and get in. Locked. Bugger. She fought with it for a moment, trying to force it open, to no avail. She growled slightly, laying her ears back ever so slightly, as far as she was physically able to. She took four long strides backwards, bracing herself. She lifted her seven and a half foot tail, swishing it about a little. Suddenly, without warning, she span around, slamming the massive tail into the door, shattering the wood and leaving a rather large hole in it, along with a few splinters in the gaps between the scales on her tail. Oh well.

Diving into the library, the dracothrope landed on all fours, looking around frantically. There; she saw him. Crouching atop a bookshelf, he was obviously dangerous, the cause of all this trouble. Baring her large, conical teeth, she stalked silently forwards. She was, however, in his line of sight, and so he had an advantage. The human was older than her, and also a full foot taller than her. Even so, Valkyrie was headstrong, and had one hell of a sense of justice. Unfortunately, Broder had been left at the Stables, so she didn’t have her hellhound best friend for backup. Well, too late now. She was involved, and like hell was she leaving.

She could only really pull this level of stealth off when she was on her four, so she thanked chance silently for causing her to land in such a position. Her feet bore huge velociraptor-like talons, and she planned to use them. Her experiences with Anja had taught her that her feet were her most effective weapon, more so even than her tail, the tip of which had in fact been broken when she had destroyed the door. She tried to ignore the screaming pain; it had been broken enough times for her not to notice it. Her body was held low to the ground, her belly brushing the wood floor. Her species’ lack of cleavage made such manoeuvres easy; reptiles didn’t need mammary glands.

She was soon close enough to leap onto the shelf, although she wasn’t sure how well it would hold her weight added to that of the six foot three man. Her tail alone weighed seventy four pounds, bringing her total weight to about two hundred pounds. She had estimated his weight at about a hundred and fifty, maybe even more. The bookcase didn’t look like it could handle three hundred and fifty pounds of humanoid. But then again, since when had that stopped her?

Tensing her legs, she thrust herself onto the shelves, uncaring of whether she had been seen. The wood splintered under her immense weight, tearing her caribou-hide shirt at the belly, although the splinters had no effect against the glassy green scales the tear revealed. Her pants were likewise shredded, the slivers of timber having the same lack of effect on her legs. Still she continued to climb, not noticing that the shelves were buckling beneath her. All of a sudden, the shelf beneath her feet gave way, leaving her hanging from another. She suppressed a scream, knowing that such a display of fear would certainly bring the man down onto her like a ton of bricks. She scrambled about to find another foothold, with no luck. Instead, she dug her claws into the wall itself, the red brick beneath the plaster giving way easily to her talons. With her newfound support, she continued her climb, staring up at the fiend with burning blue-grey eyes.

Why was she doing this? She questioned her motives as she scaled the wall at the incredibly odd angle she had found herself at. She had no ties with the people here, heck, she really had no reason to be risking her life like this at all. She was just being her usual self, putting herself in danger for the ‘greater good’. Then she remembered all her father had done to get her into this place; she didn’t want to let him down by standing by and letting others get hurt. On that note, she jumped upwards, attempting to knock the red-eyed demon from the shelf and onto the floor, where the two would be more evenly matched.

However, the force of the jump was too much for the bookcase. It completely shattered, and books and beast came tumbling down. Whether the oppressor had fallen too Valkyrie didn’t know, but what she did know was that she was currently lying on her back underneath a pile of wood and books. She couldn’t feel anything broken as far as bones went, bar her tail, but she couldn’t be sure until she had fully checked everything. Now, however, was no time for checking. Throwing the debris off of her, she dropped to all fours once again, scanning the area for the man who had tried to wreak terror on the school.

[Blaze]

AC was not shocked by the sudden fall if anything he was waiting for it, obviously someone would of had to hear this come through. So now he had a real opponent or maybe just another practice dummy. what ever it was it look like it could take a beating. AC fell to the floor and rolled into a crouching position he quickly pulled out his flask of liqour took a few sips and then took out his lighter. He placed a foot away and lit it and then blew out flames. The flames spread all around him in hopes of setting what ever had destroyed the bookshelf a blaze. AC set books and wood on fire and destroyed a quarter of the library with his flames. Hopefully this would buy him enough time to find out what was happening, who had attacked and what do next. AC got up and jumped up onto another book shelf, keeping low so he wouldent be seen but would be able to see everything. Everyone had esacped and now this was a circle match, two people enter, one person leaves.

AC's heart raced in excitment his blood was flowing well and his left leg was in pain from the fall, this was nothing, he could easily survive the pain and the rising heat, he just hoped he wasent spotted and wont be tossed into the flames. AC spoke even though he knew it would give away his poistion

"Yall beem eating long enouigh now
stop being greedy
Keep it real partner
give to the needy"

[Valkyrie]

The best thing about being a dragon halfling was resistance to fire, just like their quadruped, significantly larger counterparts. She could feel that her clothes were on fire, and that several of her scales had melted into each other, but the fire itself caused minimal pain, although it did increase the pain in her tail’s break to a white-hot intensity that was almost unbearable. Valkyrie hadn’t seen how the inferno had begun, and was pretty sure she was dealing with either a pyromaniac or a crazed elementalist. Her ears perked up as the man’s words reached them, partnered with the crackling flames.

'Y’all been eating long enough now
stop being greedy
Keep it real partner
give to the needy'

She didn’t understand this bizarre riddle of his, but it was enough to give him away. She whirled around, facing the human through the flames. She was up on her hindlegs now, looking him right in the eyes. Suddenly, she had an idea. She recalled the many books on rune magic in her father’s library, a room not unlike the one she now stood in. She ran over a single incantation in her head, although she had never tried any form of magic before.

Hold out arms… place wrists side by side… speak incantation… brace yourself. She remembered how the book had put it, although it had also said that element magic was to be tried only by the experienced casters. Well, too late to turn back now.

She held out her arms and pressed her wrists together, holding her hands in a position reminiscent of a butterfly’s wings. She racked her brains to recall the words she needed, when they suddenly came to her. She hesitated for a moment; she had never used magic before, especially not the ancient Nordic magic. She even considered putting her hands down and just using hand-to-hand combat, but then she thought that if the man was capable of starting this much fire, perhaps with magic, she had little chance against him without magecraft. Thus, under her breath, she spoke;

“Kommer isaz!”

It seemed that the ancient Norse gods were listening. Valkyrie’s body temperature began to lower drastically, to the point where beads of frost formed on her scales, ignoring the scorching heat. Out of the blue, a blast of ice flew forth from her outstretched hands, hitting the flames and becoming a blast of scalding, superheated steam, heading straight at AC. The dracothrope’s hands began to freeze, encased by ice. It worked its way up her arms slowly but surely, and soon the ice was up to her elbows.

Valkyrie hadn’t thought this through; she couldn’t control the ice that was flying out through her hands, and she certainly didn’t know how to stop it. The ice was developing on other extremities, too; her feet and legs were also beginning to freeze, as was her tail, regardless of the fire. Her muzzle, as well, was being enclosed by the frozen water. She no longer cared if the steam was hitting AC; she just wanted to escape, to run away, to be as far away from this gods-forsaken place as she could.

Was this Loki playing one of his tricks with his favoured element, fire? Was this Tyr, punishing her for being hasty in battle? Was this Skadi, showing her anger at the young dracothrope abusing the element of ice? Whoever it was, Val had pissed somebody off.

She longed to scream out, but her jaws were frozen together. She was from the northlands, and had a surprising resistance to cold, but this was almost too much. She cursed herself in her head, for she had misjudged both her enemy and her ability, the two things her father had taught her never to do.

Suddenly, she remebered; 'Runestones. You should have used a f**king runestone.' That was when she realised she couldn't breathe.

((Notes: Tyr is the Norse god of war and justice; Skadi is the Norse goddess of winter and the hunt.))

[Blaze]

The steam had hit AC head on and blasted him off the bookshelf and launching into another one. AC fell to the floor and was badly burnt. AC hit the floor with a loud thud and was unable to use his arms now, his legs were built with greatest endurance and have been broken a hundred times over, burnt a hundred times over and iced a hundred times over. It had been a long time since this kind of heat and pain had been exercised upon him and so he didint have much strength left and he was slowly slipping into the darkness. Still in his pain he could hear his fathers words "STAND UP!. What kind of warrior are you, your a desendent of the great Core family. You cant lose, and even if you do lose, never leave your opponent in pain, anyone greater then you deserves your respect, Remeber that now GET UP!"

AC struglled to even get on his knees. He took a look around and his vision was fading away, he could see more clearly now that the flames and smoke were gone. His opponent was encased in ice and without thinking he used his last bit of energy to take out his flask. AC hit the ground and some alcohol spilled out, he slowly got back up took a few sips and droped the rest. He put the lighter a foot away and took his last breath. It was a short but powerfull burst towards the ice, he slipped into the darkness and in his mind he was hoping he freed his opponent, The victor should always stand to see his crushed opponent, this was no exception. AC slipped, everything went black, His arms were broken, his legs were broken, the burns added onto the pain and the fact that he lost the fight hurt the most.

[Valkyrie]

The fire hit her dead on, not only melting the ice but melting several of the scales on her face. She collapsed to the ground, catching herself on her knees with her blunt-clawed hands. The ice still blasted downwards, creating a frighteningly large hole in the floor that she managed to fall into. She desperately tried to remember the halt command…

“Stopp isaz!”

It was really that simple (Which probably explained why she couldn’t remember the incantation – she had been trying to think of something much more complex). After a moment, the ice stopped flying from her hands, and she gave mental thanks. Takk, Skadi... She looked up and saw the man collapsed on the floor, potentially unconscious, or… no. She didn’t want to think about that. She wasn’t a murderer. She couldn’t be a murderer.

Slowly, she struggled to her hindlegs and clambered upwards, walking slowly over to the man, not worrying about the flames that had now burnt all of her clothes off. She was somewhat uncomfortable standing over him with no clothes on, but she didn’t exactly have anything to hide. Clothes were more for normality purposes anyway.

Kneeling beside him, she could now see his chest rising and falling, if fairly shallowly. Thank Odin. She knew he was unconscious, but she still spoke to him.

“What in Midgard did you think you were trying to pull back there anyway?”

She was in no way up to talking much, as the ice spell had drained her of most of her energy. She still cursed herself for forgetting that Nordic magic required a runestone to channel it so that it didn’t turn against the user, but it was too late now. The man had waltzed right up to an academy containing some of the authorities on magic – albeit Latin magic, which was a damn side more convenient than Nordic magic – and expected not to get his ass kicked. Admittedly, Valkyrie hadn’t expected to still be alive after incurring rune magic, but she mostly attributed that to dumb luck.

She wondered why he had released her from the ice; she’d have to question that when – or if – he came round. She had all but killed him and he went and saved her life – it just didn’t add up. Whatever his motives, she was thankful… to an extent. The library had all but been destroyed, what with one of the doors smashed in, several bookcases smashed, the majority of the floor charred and a worryingly big ice-encrusted hole in the floor.

She didn’t plan on forgiving him, even if he had saved her life. He had endangered the new haven she had found herself in, and she wasn’t going to let go of the grudge he had brought about easily. Even so, she didn’t want him to die. She still had some questions for him.

[Blaze]

A few short hours later AC awoke in some sort of an infirmary. His eyes opend slowly and he got up to find himself wrapped in bandages. He took a look around, his vision was still a bit blurry, but he could see well enough. AC streched a bit and heard a few cracks in his bones, the sound eased his pain. AC relaxed a bit an layed against some sort of a head board. AC was alone here so he would ease his pain even more then walk out and look for who ever it was the brought him here, although it was very unnesisary he thought this person deserved his thanks.

DMX- Stop being greedy

[Hook]
Y'all been eatin long enough now stop bein greedy
Just keep it real partner give to the needy
Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait
I'm go'a bite you and snatch the plate

[DMX]
I could flip that flow, I could stick that hoe
I could get that dough, you know I'm with that yo
And the thing about the shit I came through, I haven't seen
But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin dreams
All nightmares, the light dares to desert me
Got me like everybody wants to hurt me
Paranoid, so I strike out at what ever
The closest thing to me is gonna get it
but, never Will I, can I think death is wrong
So I'ma keep holdin on til, what's left is gone
You could put that on my nigga Boone
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
But if it ccalls for me to force my way in the door
Headhuntin mother Ferrets will rule the world!ers, stay on the floor
4-4, that's what I get sick wit rrrrrrr
Four more, now all this is liquid rrrrrr

[Hook x2]

[DMX]
I thank the lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift
I'm The best, so, unless you wanna rest with the stiff
Don't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone
When you walk pass the dog house leave it a bone
Dogs bite, dogs fight, dogs knife
Scratch, shake, and hold all night
So when you hear the arf arf, start runnin
Cause when you hear the arf arf, I'm comin
But I don't like drama so I say to myself,
"Keep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth
I want the money and give me the honeys with big asses
The most expensive champagne you got in big glasses"
I'm broke so I'ma bash his head wide open
Beggin me to stop but at least he died hopin
Didn't get his wish, and now he's a dish with a cat
Two glowin red eyes, everything else is black

[Hook x2]

[DMX]
When the sun is up the gun is up on the shelf
And all the runners up are thankin me for their help
Hopin that they not around when it gets dark outside
Sun's goin down you hear the bark outside
Locks off the cage, gauge, With the buck shots, faggot
You've been lucky all day thats when your luck stops
One drops, and another and another
Gun pops, go into you and your mother
When does it all end, I found a friend in a dog
Cause Ferrets will rule the world!in wit these cats will send a friend to the morgue
Many questions, no answers, just stress
Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed
If you curse and it gets worse as time goes by
Can't see straight cause I'm so high, Why ask why when you know
Nigga when its your time to go, You go

[Hook x4]

[Valkyrie]

Alone? Yeah right.

“Anyone ever tell you you weigh a fecking ton?”

Valkyrie was sitting on a chair about twenty feet away from the man, her nose having just been removed from a book on ancient runes. She too had been dragged from the library, mainly to check for hypothermia and the like, although it was she who had ended up carrying AC over her shoulder. Her tail was badly frostbitten, and wrapped in about three inches of bandage. Her hands had also been bandaged, but that was mainly to heal the cuts she had gained from the ice and to fight off infection. Her feet, however, were also frostbitten – not to the extent of her tail, but it was still bad enough to make walking one of the most uncomfortable things that could happen to her.

“So…”

She began, cradling her painful tail in her lap. Due to the frostbite they had been unable to set the break, so she would probably have a wonky tailtip for the rest of her days.

“What in Midgard were you trying to do?”

Her physical appearance obviously showed that she had been on the wrong side of an inferno; the melted scales were all too obvious. Even so, she had insisted on staying in the same ward as AC; she had about a million questions she wished to fire at him. Steely blue eyes surveyed the red-headed man with suspicion, awaiting his reply.

“You’re a f**king idiot, you know that? You come in here, start causing trouble and expect not to have your arse handed to you on a platter.”

As she spoke, she displayed rows of deadly, serrated teeth, her tone showing that she wouldn’t hesitate to use them should he try anything funny. The massive talons on her feet had ripped right through the bandages on them, and were now tapping impatiently on the stone floor.

Valkyrie was, secretly, thankful he was alive – she didn’t want to be labelled as a murderer, even if she had done so in defence of the academy. She had faced some serious questioning, and had replied with nothing but the truth (Although she could tell that her interrogator wasn’t particularly convinced). She was also secretly proud; she had survived using rune magic without a stone, despite the after effects which she was now sorely regretting.

[Blaze]

AC looked to where the voice was coming from, he couldent see who was talking but he tried his best to imagin it was who ever he fought. AC just started laughing, the alcohol had gone away and he was back to his old self. AC ripped of the bandages on his chest and to no suprise the some of the wounds had almost finished healing and other had become scars and adding onto the thousands of trophys on his body already. AC began talking "Anyone ever told you Muscle mass weighs more the fat??". AC got of the bed and tried to stand up, his legs hadent completly healed yet so he fell to his knees when he stood. "I dont have to tell you anything...". AC slowly stood on two feet and his vision had come back to him and he could see clearly. He put on his black baggy shirt and his black jacket. He walked over to his opponent. "Thank you for taking me here but... it was more then unnesisary. Its not very polite to startr asking questions to someone who just saved your life" AC walked out of the room as if nothing ever happend...

[Valkyrie]

“Excuse me? I could have left you there for Hel! But you know why I didn’t? Because I wanted to ask you some questions! Now get your gods-be-damned arse back here and face me!”

She jumped to her feet, wincing in pain as agony shot up her legs in a white-hot wave. She struggled after him, leaning on the wall to keep herself upright. Valkyrie knew she wouldn’t be able to follow him for long, and that she probably shouldn’t be exerting herself, but she had questions and she wanted them answered.

“Listen,”

Her tone was much gentler now.

“I accept you saved my life back there, but I saved yours too. We’re even. However, you were the one who started the trouble. What’s a couple of questions going to do to hurt you? If you’re gonna come in and start causing havoc, you’re gonna have to be able to scrounge the guts to face a little interrogation.”

She tried to fathom how he could act like he hadn’t just set an entire library alight, destroying much of the wisdom the ancients had preserved for posterity. Whatever his motives had been, Val didn’t like them. She felt her hands clench into fists as her body subconsciously became battle ready, ignoring the fact that she certainly wouldn’t be able to fight.

“So… what are you doing here?”

She didn’t particularly care how he reacted, as long as she got the information she wanted out of him. She was more than willing to use threats and blackmail to get what she wanted, and she certainly wouldn’t hesitate to call infirmary staff, despite the chiding she would inevitably get for trying to walk. The wooden crutches she had been issued were lying abandoned next to the chair she had been resting in. She would have liked to have gone back and fetched them, but now certainly wasn’t the time.

An unconscious thought caused her to swish her tail, bringing forth a barely suppressed cry. It was natural for her to move her tail like this when she was angry, but doing so when it was both frostbitten and broken was hardly one of her best ideas. Even so, very few of Valkyrie’s best ideas were remarkably sensible, so the comparison is not especially valid.

She was tempted to pace as she waited for the man’s answer, although her better judgement, which was rarely brought into play (And was normally centred around pain, as it was now), advised her against it. Besides, it wasn’t like she was able to.

[Blaze]

AC stopped suddenly turned around and got real close up to his enemys face saying "Lets get one thing straight, you did not save my life, you bringing me here and these doctors using there methods in no way shape or form help my wounds ok"

AC's epression changed, he wasent happy now, he was far from it. AC took off his jacket and shirt and pointed towards a tatto over his heart "See this?? this is what saved my life, this tatto is my blessing, it is my curse and aslong as i have this my spirit can not rest, if my body is destroyed my spirit will continue going and find another body until this Tatto is removed and the only reason im here is because of this, i dont know any form of magic and the only offensive skills i have is breathing fire and my drunken boxing... now go lie down... in your in to much pain to start fighting me now... and one last thing... Ive faced fates worse then death, death is nothing to me now... A True warrior fight knowing that he migh die....". AC stopped talking and continued walking, he pulled out his flash of alcohol and finished what ever was left.

AC walked out into a hallway where nobody dared come within arms length of him, he had already become feared and he sure as hell gave them a reason to fear him... He was Armous Core, the Burning Hero

[Valkyrie]

Valkyrie stood there, flabbergasted. A warrior, denied a place in Asgard?

“You must have really pissed Odin off. Even Loki was permitted into the afterlife!”

The last sentence she screamed after him, hoping he would hear. She forced herself to follow him, her mind screaming with every step.

“What do you think we can do, anyway? If you’re worse than Loki you won’t find help here!”

She spoke Loki’s name with no disrespect; he was a Vanir – not quite an Aesir, but pretty damn close, and worthy of her full regard. She found herself disgusted by the fate imposed by the man; nobody, not even a criminal, should be denied the afterlife, be it in Asgard or Nifilhel. Then she thought of something – she was a Valkyrie. Well, maybe not a Valkyrie, but she was their namesake, and she thought it was about time to live up to that. She paused for a moment, pondering what words to say.

She didn’t want to get too involved in this man’s dealings, but it seemed she was already too deep to back out now. She wanted her questions answered, she wanted to know why he had been denied his rightful place in whichever afterlife he was attributed to – probably Nifilhel, going by what he had said and done. Even so, even Nifilhel, land of the sinners and criminals, was still a release from Midgard, world of the mortal beings, even if you wouldn’t be feasting with Odin and Thor (And getting royally drunk on mead, but that was incidental).

She pondered as to how and why the tattoo had been applied – it would have to be some kind of magic-thing, although it was like no rune she recognised, nor was it any of the few Greek characters she knew. She strained to move down the hallway, trying her best to keep up with the obviously faster human. Her tail, which was normally held about six inches off the ground, was now dragging along behind her, even though it was doing more harm than good. However, it was too painful to pick up, and so she didn’t try.

She remembered the last sentence he spoke, and, even though she felt a strong hatred for this human, she cried out;

“Just because you might die doesn’t mean you can’t live!”

[Blaze]

AC walked away from his enemy he didint say anything he just thought the words "I dont live so i dont hurt those around me... emotianl pain is much worse then physical". AC walked down the hallways and quickly took the next turn and disapeared amongst the other students. He never felt good talking about these things, talking about his past and why he was himself braught much pain to his heart so instead of talking about his pain and instead of dealing with it hed use his fists to ease the pain and continue running away from his problem... he wasent as strong as he wanted to be

[Valkyrie]

Her frostbitten feet couldn’t take it any more. She crashed to the ground, unable to catch herself. Pain shot through her limbs as she tried to force herself to her feet, to no effect. Using the isaz runespell had seemed like a good idea at the time; now she chastised herself for it, or rather her body did. She was a Nordic dragon, yes, but that didn’t mean she had any supernatural resistance to frostbite. Her hands were only frostnipped; that was a small blessing, but she still couldn’t bring her screaming body to stand.

She wished she could put her overwhelming pride to one side, if only for a moment, and cry out for help, from anybody. She didn’t care from whom – heck, even assistance from AC would be welcomed, if somewhat reluctantly. Her eyes were half closed in pain as she feared for her feet, her most valuable weapons. Should she lose them, she would never be able to fight again, not only because she would be crutch-bound.

It seemed that Tyr, the great god of justice, had passed his judgement – the young woman was to suffer excruciating pain, and risk losing both her feet and tailtip, but her tailtip was hardly important right now. Even so, she wished she could avert his judgement somehow, longing to make the great Aesir reconsider. Deep down, though, she knew that no mortal, least of al a young, reckless woman who was fool enough to incur their magic without anything to channel it with, would persuade a god such as he to change his mind.

She slowly tried to get up, although her legs were having none of it. Her knees buckled, bringing her crashing down once again. Oh, bugger it. Valkyrie was tempted just to stop trying, as she was simply causing herself more and more pain. Then she made a subconscious decision that it was too much like common sense and tried again, with much the same effect. The skin beneath her scales was thawing, bringing with it a wave of pain. She was frightened her feet had become gangrenous, and was cursing herself for not grabbing her crutches.

The doctors had declared the frost bite on her feet at grade three (Probably explained by the fact that, when she had fallen, her feet had taken the brunt of the blast in an instinctive manoeuvre to shield her belly), while her tail and hands were only grade one, her hands barely ranking as full-blown frostbite at all.

She watched him skulk away into the crowds, trying to ignore the lightning-like pain in her feet as he didn’t even bother to answer her. If one thing angered her the most, it was ignoramuses like this one. Here she was, her feet suffering grade three frostbite, and he was just walking off like it never happened. She screamed at him, partly from anger and frustration, partly from pain;

“Get back here, you coward!”

Were she in physical form to do so, she would have lashed him around the legs with her immense, seven and a half foot tail. She just wished that, if only for a moment, he would stop pretending to be tough and actually face the woman who had defeated him. Suddenly, another lightning-pain shot through her foot, and she almost screamed. Two hours ago her feet had been blissfully numb – it was only when they had been thawed in a bucket of warm water that this nigh-unbearable suffering had begun.


((Terrible post I’m afraid, but I have to go quickly. I’ll finish it off later, okay?

EDIT: Finished!))

[Blaze]

OOC- really i dont care. im not good with detail myself. if anything, reading your long posts is kind of irritating, yet enjoyfull at the same time... i like seeing what kind of ideas people come up with. :D

[Valkyrie]

((Heh, sorry about that. I have the habit of getting too far into detail with my posts. Also, your avatar is pure awesome.))

[Blaze]

OOC- Ever thought of being an architect? i know i love it to its so funny

[Valkyrie]

((Never quite saw the point of architecture.))

[Blaze]

ok... puts your need for detail into realty, designe places for people a.k.a. Big money

[Valkyrie]

((I guess. So, you wanna carry on? I finished my post.))