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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 12, 2006 1:39:56 GMT -5
Jerek had been watching the match from the very start, keeping quiet and still beneath his black cloak. His face hidden in the shadow of his hood was one of mockery. "Pathetic," he said under his breath. "I should leap over this rail and take both of their heads for mocking the ways of a fighter."
Jerek comtemplated whether to do what he said or not, but thought better of himself and turned to walk away. He walked out of the arena and down the street to a bar. Jerek spent the rest of the evening sitting in a corner booth, sipping beer and concentrating on the days ahead of him. A few people in the bar had noticed him, but decided not to approach. They feared what may lie beneath that hood and he liked that.
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Post by grrman on Nov 21, 2006 21:25:49 GMT -5
OOC: ... Waiting...
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Post by DEATH97 on Dec 9, 2006 20:08:45 GMT -5
OOC: Is this match over? I'm sorry, but if I was PM'd I don't think I got it. Its usually just the common practice that both fighters are exhausted at the end of a battle. The last poster doesn't always win, he just has the last move. Think of it like boxing, where neither man has gone down, but the final bell has rung. Now the judges decide the match.
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Post by GreyEidolon on Dec 9, 2006 20:11:08 GMT -5
OOC: I've got a bad feeling about this one, I took control of my opponent, wich is pretty much suicide in a judged match like this. Also my character was a little overpowered...
Ah, well.
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