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Tazenhani · 10-03-2010, 08:19 PM

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Originally Posted by Super Spaz

YES! Dakest was down. Tiiimmmmbeeeeeeeer! Dylan felt a slight kick to his foot, but it was barely anything. Fighting to the end. He gave a weak flail back, but he wasn't expecting it to make contact. His head was killing him. His eyes began to droop again. Stay awake. Come on Dylan wake up. No time for sleeping. Lexi's honour and such.

Pathetic. Simply pathetic. Whatever the flailing attempts were.

Rolling back onto his feet with a groan, Sabel stumbled a few steps to make contact with the wall, leaning there as he fought to regain his breath. His back and shoulders were killing him just about as much as his head was. And Denver was still lying there.

The brief thought crossed his mind to help the boy, but he couldn't trust himself not to simply take another swing at the seventh year. So he stayed where he was, panting for air and glaring at his opponent. Words were for later, when he could breathe, and by the idiot's policy, the fighting was over.

Perhaps that crack to the floor had knocked some sense into the boy's skull.

10-03-2010, 08:19 PM	#69 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Super Spaz YES! Dakest was down. Tiiimmmmbeeeeeeeer! Dylan felt a slight kick to his foot, but it was barely anything. Fighting to the end. He gave a weak flail back, but he wasn't expecting it to make contact. His head was killing him. His eyes began to droop again. Stay awake. Come on Dylan wake up. No time for sleeping. Lexi's honour and such. Pathetic. Simply pathetic. Whatever the flailing attempts were. Rolling back onto his feet with a groan, Sabel stumbled a few steps to make contact with the wall, leaning there as he fought to regain his breath. His back and shoulders were killing him just about as much as his head was. And Denver was still lying there. The brief thought crossed his mind to help the boy, but he couldn't trust himself not to simply take another swing at the seventh year. So he stayed where he was, panting for air and glaring at his opponent. Words were for later, when he could breathe, and by the idiot's policy, the fighting was over. Perhaps that crack to the floor had knocked some sense into the boy's skull. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.