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oOC[b:2omyaxca]{Oh my. I have been gone so long. PLEASE Forgive me.:'AND we definitely do not mind the assassins.(}[/b:2omyaxca]

[color=olive:2omyaxca]+ To Vasriina the whole action seemed to move in slow motion. She could see Iymlin’s lithe body effortlessly dodge her attack. As the wood staff clashed into the ground, it was mere inches away from Iymlin’s precious head. Strands of her white hair stroked the staff in her gymnastics. The tip of Vasriina’s weapon splintered in the impact, her forearms ached in their extended position. She too was knelt, her arms outstretched as she seized the end of the rod in its slanted arrangement. Vasriina lifted her head slowly, emerald eyes shifting upward to meet Iymlin. That mocking giggle slithered into her ears, like the snake Iymlin was, but it did not upset Vasriina. Iymlin charged at her in fury, something Iymlin was most famous for, irrationality. Vasriina was waiting for this moment to arise, when Iymlin felt too confident and passionate. Vasriina planted her feet into the ground, as she hurriedly lifted her arms. She side-stepped, lifting the rod into a striking position. Iymlin was a swift, and challenging creature, she was the component that made Vasriina better. So, her dodge did not go unpunished, Vasriina sacrificed her body in that dicey move. Iymlin’s wood staff beat into the side of Vasriina, she felt every detail, every curve. The impact caused Vasriina’s turn to move faster. With this she aimed for the rear of Iymlin as she rushed by.+[/color:2omyaxca]
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oOC[b:2sqw49ku]{Yea. College is so demanding. Stupid Crap Post.}[/b:2sqw49ku]

[color=darkblue:2sqw49ku][font=times new roman:2sqw49ku]- -Iymlin new at once she had made a costly mistake. Yet, it was too late. She did not expect Vasriina capable of coming out of a fix like that. She was so sure. Iymlin’s strike was intense and forceful. When her staff connected with Vasriina, she was surprised that Vasriina was still moving. Her tawny eyes widened in surprise, and her teeth clenched together. Iymlin was moving past Vasriina, unable to do anything, her fate was sealed. A harsh, fiery sensation assaulted her naked back, its path traveled in a slanted arrangement. Time seemed to carry on slowly for Iymlin. The wood staff fell from Iymlin’s hands, falling loudly to the floor beside her. Vasriina’s attack had succeeded in its attempt. A slight scream escaped the mouth of Iymlin, though curiously it was not because of pain or surprise, but more in frustration and hate. Her head had snapped back at the force of Vasriina’s hit, causing Iymlin to fall brutally to the ground. The cement greeted her cruelly as rough vibrations ran up through her hands and knees, spreading about her entire body. Iymlin grunted, she had been injured and humiliated, her exquisite body was scared and this infuriated her. She rolled quickly into a seated position before Vasriina. Iymlin’s eyes turned into emaciated slits, the fervor of her body could be felt. Lifting her right hand she opened her palm, and within her hand an iridescent light materialized. A spell, a gift for Vasriina.- -[/color:2sqw49ku][/font:2sqw49ku]
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Brand quietly applauded Vasrinna's move. A courageous and dangerous act, but it had paid off.

Or had it? Iymlin was as vicious as Vasrinna had been clever.

This would not do. He had a proposal to make to each of them...and it would not happen with one of them dead.

He glanced at the Matron Mother, wondering if she would stop the fight or let the pair kill one another. As a guest, he could not intervene, and in a split second his plans for the evening might be disrupted...
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[font=Times New Roman:39anodzn][b:39anodzn] >Still standing erect and immobile, hands cupped together behind him, Xunrak shifted his stare leisurely to the curious visitor sitting near his Matron. Rumors, stories, and perhaps deceit shrouded this newcomer, all equally puzzling. Though, it was apparent of his lust for the female stature, the appraising hunger smoldered in his eyes. Even he, a young Drow knew the various faces this desire took. Xunrak’s eyebrows rose slightly as the other male spoke. This was the only change that disturbed his youthful face, then his solemn gray rested eyes upon Iymlin’s treasured pet. The girl hastily gathered the items back upon the platter. Still teary eyed. Head bent, her eyes lowered as she bowed in reverence. The slave quietly exited, while still facing them she glided away. Xunrak gave one final stare at this bizarre foreigner, then turned his attention back upon his sisters.<

>At this moment Xunrak witnessed the final blow. Vasriina unmercifully struck down Iymlin. Iymlin’s anguished scream echoed about the arena. Xunrak did not allow his composure or stare to change with Vasriina’s triumph. Matron Frerahel cocked one brow slightly accompanied with an infamous laugh. Then without warning, Iymlin summoned a destructive spell. Xunrak impulsively stepped forward, lifting his hand faintly as if this deed could halt the heated affair. Magic was not allowed in this duel. Only weaponry, Iymlin, naturally, would attempt to break this decree. But, as quick as Xunrak stepped forward, perhaps even quicker, Matron Frerahel had rose from her throne. Her lavished attire and headdress chimed in her wake. The angelic face held a livid emotion, accentuated by her lovely features. Her expression seemed even more severe. Matron Frerahel, whom resonated her power and authority, raised her hand, causing Xunrak to faintly cringe as it whizzed by.<

[color=red:39anodzn]“Enough!”[/color:39anodzn]

>Xunrak turned to his sisters once again, and swallowed anxiously.<[/font:39anodzn][/b:39anodzn][/size:39anodzn]
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[color=olive:29pphtaq][font=Times New Roman:29pphtaq]+Vasriina’s eyes closed as her rod struck Iymlin. As Iymlin fell, Vasriina ended her pirouette, swiftly, silently, planting her feet into the ground. She halted before her adversary, her wood staff threateningly pointing at the chest of Iymlin. As if, telling Iymlin to keep at bay. The adrenaline in which coursed through Vasriina began to fray away, the twinge of her own injury was certainly becoming known.Breathing heavily, she moved her free hand to cup her side. A dark contusion began to take shape. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Her long hair began to annoy Vasriina, she longed for her ponytail. The emotion on Iymlin’s face was all too readable, disgrace and loathe of Vasriina blazed in her wicked stare. The sphere mirrored in Vasriina’s green eyes, illuminating her face.+


+Vasriina couldn’t help but smirk and quietly chuckle. Iymlin amused her a great deal. She was preparing her defense if Iymlin was capable of carrying out her enchantment, when that all too familiar voice echoed about the courtyard. Vasriina’s brow cocked upward slightly, as she gifted Iymlin with a proud stare. Iymlin was caught, and only a fool would disregard Matron Frerahel’s decision. Vasriina then lowered her staff to rest beside her. With this movement the pain throbbed in Vasriina’s rib, she clenched her teeth.A cough forced its way out her throat, blood dribbling over her full lips. She stroked her hand across her attractive mouth, glimpsing her fingers, their tips with blood.+[/color:29pphtaq][/font:29pphtaq]
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[i:23dwdft0]Ah, good, Brand[/i:23dwdft0] thought. [i:23dwdft0]Both of them still alive. At least long enough to give them my proposal...privately, of course.[/i:23dwdft0]
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