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Post by Tibor on Oct 15, 2011 7:32:23 GMT -5
Tibor sat at the table he'd willed in the center of the arena floor, drinking his tea and waiting patiently. He knew his student was eager to use her magic again. It had been too long since he'd trained her. He feared she'd become weak if he prolonged it any more.
I hate that it must be me.... he thought. This is a hard lesson. One that I, myself have never truly learned. But it is time...
He rose and began to will walls and platforms of varying sizes and positioning. He stretched and rubbed his beard. It''d been a whie since he'd trained.
He started off simple; a few kicks off of the walls, onto the platforms, and flip back onto the ground. He repeated his routine a few more times before upping the stakes, summoning two drones to attack him to test his reflexes.
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Post by Susan Vandom on Oct 29, 2011 11:16:23 GMT -5
[Enter: Luba from Wherever]
*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
"Impressive skills, Tibor." Luba chuckled. It wasn't often that one heard humor in Luba's voice, but it also wasn't often that Luba saw in Tibor such a fierce and fighting spirit. "I never took you for a combatant."
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Post by Tibor on Oct 29, 2011 12:18:10 GMT -5
Tibor quickly dispatched the drones before speaking to Luba. "Battle is a primitive form of action. In truth, I try not to fight, but at times like these, it's good to have some knowledge of the blade."
Her tone threw him off. He wasn't sure if she was mocking him, or simply showing interest in his abilities.
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Post by Susan Vandom on Oct 29, 2011 12:38:56 GMT -5
Luba was amused with Tibor's skill, but not shocked. She was aware that all who entered Kandracar were wise in both the blade and the mind. "'Tis true, what you state, Tibor. Although I have to ask, what you are doing in the Fighting Arena?"
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Post by Tibor on Oct 31, 2011 16:19:09 GMT -5
"I am waiting," he replied. "Orube was supposed to be here now, but apparently something must've come up...." Tibor continued his training. "So I shall simply train until she arrives."
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Post by Susan Vandom on Oct 31, 2011 21:13:02 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Luba puts her hand on her chin, an eyebrow raised, her mood pensive. "If you're going to train, you mind as well have some worthy opponents. Those drones won't do."
A smile curves her lips as she settles into a fighting position; one hand is thrown back and fisted as if she were to shoot an arrow, the other extended like a sword. Her legs are spread out and her feet are planted on the ground. "Would you like to challenge me? It's been a while since I've experienced healthy competition."
*I changed to present tense to make it more real...hope ur okay with that ^^;;
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Post by Tibor on Nov 5, 2011 23:36:37 GMT -5
*Fine with it*
Tibor stands in his usual fahion. He needn't a fighting "pose." He simply fought when he needed to. "Very well, Luba." he says in his calm tone. "It's been a while since we met on the field. Perhaps you have gotten rusty?" Mind tricks. Not a favorite of Tibor's, but useful in some situations.
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Post by Susan Vandom on Nov 7, 2011 12:33:04 GMT -5
"Rusty?" Luba shrieks softly. She can see right through Tibor's games, but she figures it'll be fun to pretend. "Are you telling me that my fighting skills have dampened?!"
She runs towards Tibor in the sloppy fashion that only a human would, and expects to throw Tibor off.
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Post by Tibor on Nov 10, 2011 3:24:27 GMT -5
Tibor smiles. He knows what Luba's trying to do and it makes it much more fun. "Well then, show me that you aren't." With solemn grace, he flips into the air and lands just behind her. this truly is going to be fun, he told himself.
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Post by Susan Vandom on Nov 10, 2011 10:56:25 GMT -5
"What?" Luba announces. "Where you are?" She looks around, clueless.
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Post by Tibor on Nov 13, 2011 19:49:38 GMT -5
Tibor smiles and gives Luba a swift kick. It wasn't hard, but it did show her where he was. "Always remember your opponent's weak spot is right behind them," he chuckles as he flips onto a platform he created earlier.
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Post by Susan Vandom on Nov 15, 2011 9:18:18 GMT -5
"Ha!" Luba laughes and flips over behind Tibor now. She twists his arms a certain way (not too tight, but tight enough to keep him locked). "Right."
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Post by Tibor on Nov 16, 2011 2:22:57 GMT -5
Tibor groans in pain. But then he starts laughing. Slowly "Tibor" shows what he really is. A decoy. The real Tibor lands behind Luba and casts a spell, melding her to the platform. "Never underestimate your opponent." he chuckles.
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Post by Susan Vandom on Nov 16, 2011 15:07:13 GMT -5
"Ah, nice trick," Luba compliments, without a drop of bitter in her tone. "If only Orube were here, she would have loved to see this."
Somehow, Luba's thoughts go from Orube to the Guardians, as if the transition of thought is a foreshadowing to the future. "Tibor...do you think the Guardians of the Veil worthy of their positions?"
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Post by Tibor on Nov 22, 2011 11:52:25 GMT -5
"They are still young, Luba." Tibor replies, jumping down from his platform and landing next to her. "When the time comes they will act their role. For now they are still intoxicated by the wonders they can do. But we have seen them act in a disatrous situation. They are capable. They have great power, and in time, they will act accordingly."
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