Post by .:Orube:. on Apr 12, 2008 11:36:24 GMT -5
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Orube cleared her mind. The fighting Arena was where she felt most comfortable. No noises. Nothing. Nothing except for a gentle breeze. She felt more at home when she was on her own. She had been seperated from her father when she was five to be trained. She was use to being alone.
But now, she wasn't alone. She was faced with a warrior spirite. Warrior spirits were virtual soilders that were good practice for the real thing. When you hit them, the reaction is very realistic. When stiking them with a sword. The blood will pour out on to he floor. They have no brain nor heart. Just piles of contorted tissue and flesh that resembles them. When they hit you, the pain is there but it is dim and faded. Almost as if from another world.
When they confront your body with a sword there is no blood but pain will still be there. If they strike a blow that would have killed you, they simply dissapear. If you kill them, then they, and the blood will go. Simply because they wern't real. Orube, when she first saw one, felt pity with it. But soon grew to know that they felt nothing at all. So from there forth, she felt no emotion. No anger, no hate, no happyness...no love. Just plain exaustion.
Orube held a 90 cm Japanese Katana with a single sharp blade. Popular with the Middle Ages Samuri fighter. She turned towards the Warrior Spirite and attempted to slice his head off. It was blocked easily. The Spirite raised it's sword and brought it down upon Orube. It cut her across the cheek. She winced at the dim sence of pain. The spirite was more feistey then the previous 135 Orube had encountered. It came in for another attack. Orube jumped up and over the Spirites head. and as quick as a cat, she sliced along the back of its thighs. With a shreik it turned around and aimed for her heart, she did a slide along the floor, through its legs to avoid being hit. It worked sucsessfully but when she stood up and turned around, the Spirit kicked her in the stomach. The blow of the force sent Orube to the floor. The spirit walked over to her and was about to plunge it's long sword into her chest when she kicked his legs and he fell crashing to the ground. Before he could to anything, she stabbed him in the breast.
Orube felt where he cut her. It still stung. She looked in the mirror. It looked like she had been cut a few weeks ago as there was a long, thin red bump. It hurt still to touch.
She looked around and swore she heard someone come in!
Orube cleared her mind. The fighting Arena was where she felt most comfortable. No noises. Nothing. Nothing except for a gentle breeze. She felt more at home when she was on her own. She had been seperated from her father when she was five to be trained. She was use to being alone.
But now, she wasn't alone. She was faced with a warrior spirite. Warrior spirits were virtual soilders that were good practice for the real thing. When you hit them, the reaction is very realistic. When stiking them with a sword. The blood will pour out on to he floor. They have no brain nor heart. Just piles of contorted tissue and flesh that resembles them. When they hit you, the pain is there but it is dim and faded. Almost as if from another world.
When they confront your body with a sword there is no blood but pain will still be there. If they strike a blow that would have killed you, they simply dissapear. If you kill them, then they, and the blood will go. Simply because they wern't real. Orube, when she first saw one, felt pity with it. But soon grew to know that they felt nothing at all. So from there forth, she felt no emotion. No anger, no hate, no happyness...no love. Just plain exaustion.
Orube held a 90 cm Japanese Katana with a single sharp blade. Popular with the Middle Ages Samuri fighter. She turned towards the Warrior Spirite and attempted to slice his head off. It was blocked easily. The Spirite raised it's sword and brought it down upon Orube. It cut her across the cheek. She winced at the dim sence of pain. The spirite was more feistey then the previous 135 Orube had encountered. It came in for another attack. Orube jumped up and over the Spirites head. and as quick as a cat, she sliced along the back of its thighs. With a shreik it turned around and aimed for her heart, she did a slide along the floor, through its legs to avoid being hit. It worked sucsessfully but when she stood up and turned around, the Spirit kicked her in the stomach. The blow of the force sent Orube to the floor. The spirit walked over to her and was about to plunge it's long sword into her chest when she kicked his legs and he fell crashing to the ground. Before he could to anything, she stabbed him in the breast.
Orube felt where he cut her. It still stung. She looked in the mirror. It looked like she had been cut a few weeks ago as there was a long, thin red bump. It hurt still to touch.
She looked around and swore she heard someone come in!