Valekin
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[M:3287]
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Post by Valekin on Mar 21, 2009 19:42:22 GMT -5
"My name's Valekin."
He wasn't about to shake the boy's hand and he wasn't about to do anything other than try to kick him in the chest. What was the kid's problem? They talk a bit and all of a sudden he thinks Valekin's no longer hostile? It's harder than that to get him out of the mood to kill you. So what did he do now that Adrian was back in range? Send a good straight forward kick right at the kid's chest.
Maybe the young man was letting down his guard because of the discussion, or maybe it was a trap? Maybe he was trying to reason with the maniac? That's impossible. Perhaps it wasn't a trap and he was really an idiot? Or perhaps his guard wasn't down at all. It was quite hard to be sure.
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Adrian
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Earth Dragon Potentiate[M:95]
...that was a bit disappointing.
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Post by Adrian on Mar 22, 2009 20:49:44 GMT -5
With Adrian's hands out to his sides, it was no hard feat for his left hand to twist down, grabbing a nearby trashcan lid by the handle, and swing it back around at the kicking leg. This was, in fact, the very reason he had out-stretched his arms to begin with. Adrian, as previously mentioned, had continued to keep himself tense and ready around the lunatic speaking to him. When the kick would shoot out, Adrian, still only just within range, would jump back as he grabbed the trashcan lid, swinging it hard into the oncoming kick, which would extend just shy of the distance between them, thanks to the jump. The trashcan lid would be aimed for the other fighter's ankle, and Adrian hoped a hard enough impact would break or at least bruise the joint, leaving him with only one leg to stand on.
Regardless, Adrian would hold the lid out in front of him, like a shield, his right hand cocked into a fighting stance once more. He shook his head at the man before him, offering a sardonic smirk. "Now that's just rude. Where I'm from, we punctuate sentences with periods, not boots to the chest."
His trap had been sprung, to some degree, and now he was armed against this threat. He still held ideas of running, but for now, he would take it slow, see if he could unwittingly pump some more information out of this man before he took off.
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