| Samphire |
03-23-2011 05:25 PM |
Hi, I wouldn't mind the arranged marriage in a medieval setting, and I don't mind playing the guy. =3
It would be in forums, and here is a sample:
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This was it. The fight began. Hefting up her axe from the arena sand, Garnet moved into the fray.
Her opponent was a spear wielder, lithe and agile in appearance, and rather tall, towering over the female of five feet and four inches by almost a foot. It was clear the man’s body was suited to his weapon choice, much like her own looked rather ill suited to hers. However, there was not much more time to evaluate this man, before he ran at her, spear outstretched, hoping to run her through with speed before her slow moving weapon could react, a blood curdling cry issuing from his lips.
Garnet, however, remained silent. She also remained still, her axe in both hands but hanging down towards the ground, not lifted upwards in defence. She waited until the last moment, close enough for her to remain unscathed in her execution of her next move, and close enough for the spear wielder to not be able to abort or change his attack move before she could react. She dived down out of the reach of the spear, thrusting her right arm out forward with the axe, using the trajectory of the heavy weapon to propel her body forwards, as she kicked out at the man’s legs with her own, bringing him to the floor just as she hit the ground herself.
Her next move was to quickly scramble to her feet before this man could react, throwing her body on top of his back, to keep him down. She knew it was not a graceful move, as the man struggled beneath her to free himself, and definitely not lady-like, but not having any formal training in combat, and fighting for her life, she supposed it was of little importance to herself. Digging her knees into his back to keep him pinned, she raised the axe with both hands, bringing the pommel down hard, and crushing and breaking the man’s neck, delivering the killing blow. Some of the crowd cheered as she pulled herself off of the man’s corpse, happy for a kill, whilst others heckled and booed, obviously not satisfied that a weapon perfectly suited for the cleaving of limbs, had not been used to decapitate the man.
However, the white haired woman could not care less, taking one more glance up at the axe that would be her prize, before silently exiting the arena, the man’s body following, carried by two guards in a dirty shroud. She entered the waiting area, leaning her body back against the wall with her head back, and shutting her eyes, as her axe rested beside her. However, her crimson red eyes had managed to notice something. Only seven combatants were still alive. One two more people had to fight, until their prizes would be won.
A heavy sigh emitted itself from her lips as she tried to relax.
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Hope you're interested. :) |
