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| Too Much Aggression; For Vyse | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:05 am (247 Views) | |
| Holy Rage | Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:30 am Post #16 |
 
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He chuckled, she at least followed instructions well enough, he clapped his hands slowly, "Good enough, your basic movements are fine for now, though you lack stamina, you should probably exercise more often, exert yourself every other day doing exactly as you've been doing, though once the training barely starts to make you lose any energy, I suggest you double it, and when it becomes to easy again, double it once more. After you first double it, I'll teach you how to parry and riposte correctly, oh, if you're wondering how I'm going to know, trust me, I know people, I have connections with some information brokers. I'll keep an eye on you... well until I think you'll put up a better fight, then I'll come back, and fight you once more." He smirked, she was beautiful and deadly, still he enjoyed a good fight and she had potential and drive, the two things necessary to meet him head on. He took some bread and cheese from his pocket, eating it slowly, enjoying the simple flavor, "I hope one day someone like you will kill me... someone as cruel and strong as myself, so in the future when we fight once more, be stronger, be faster, be something I can't... or else I will take away your freedom, I will make you something less then what you could be. So the next time we meet, either win... or lose your freedom." He stood up, his face blank, he felt no need to stay here, he did what he wanted to do, oh, yes, one last thing to tell her. He turned his head to her and smiled, "If you wish to join KE, go to Striberg, I'll be there myself in a few weeks, if you come into port while I'm still there, I'll introduce you to my boss, goodbye for now Diana, kill more people and eat well, also keep up that attitude, it's fitting for such a strong woman." He chuckled as he walked away, she was such a handful, it would be fun to take away her freedom in the future, though if she killed him that would just be terrible, he didn't want to die, though giving her false hope about him wanting to die would make her work harder to kill him or creep her off, either way he won, in the end, he would make her his minion. |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:06 am Post #17 |
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Diana rested as he spoke and just listened. There was an intensity in what he spoke, and she could tell he was challenging her. Be the killer or be a slave. It was the kind of statement that got to her. He probably did not know how much she hated being considered lesser then a man, how much the thought of it made her angry. He was a different kind of killer from her, whatever had made him into what he was today was entirely different from what made her what she was today. And as he gave such an ultimatum, she knew she would have to kill this man one day soon. He may not really have a death wish, but she could tell it was not an empty threat. She would not allow herself to lose to this man again. She could not. Even as he was readying to leave, her mind was churning out a place for him. He was not just another man today. He was her rival, representative of men who wanted her to lick their boots. "Then I will see you later," she said, calmly though her eyes burned into him as he left. Perhaps she had needed this, a good kick to the ground. She had spent so long just robbing people on the road that she had forgotten her other passions, her other needs. She was more ambitious then the common bandit. A clear goal was in sight for her future, something she could go after with all her might. To best Zenjirou. |
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