Fighter
"Talking" 'Thoughts' *My notes*
Summary: The Dark Magician Girl. An Air headed Magical Princess who laughs at life, and is a happy being among the shadow realm. Am I correct?? Not a word of it. At least, the part that's true. Struggling through life's cruel game and facing all it's hardships, as an apprentice and forgotten princess of a royal family of magicians. Lovely, isn't it? To add to that, after she runs away from her apprenticeship with the dark magician, Dark forces are after her. Will she run? Or will she fight? An adventure lies straight ahead, though the direction it goes lies all to her.
AN: let's start the Story, Ne??
Her ice filled and hard eyes, once gleaming and careless, showed only concentration and intent, as she breathed heavily, and in hard pants while she leaped and dodged another attack.
Each one of her senses were alert to each and everything around her as she waited for him to assault.
A shot of bright light zoomed at the BMG in an instance. It was obvious he wasn't holding back.
She didn't know what had hit her, although her leg was throbbing.
She wasn't so lucky, but when was she ever? Luck was never on her side, and she wasn't planning for it to suddenly appear. She didn't have to look at her right leg to know something hit her leg.
For a moment, it only stung, but then the gash on her leg begged to differ.
If only she had jumped a few seconds earlier...but she knew 'life wasn't to be lingered on with 'if onlys.' She thought bitterly.
After all, if she had jumped a few seconds later, it would've made that gash seem like a small cut compared to what would've happened.
She winced slightly, though it wouldn't show, and then composed herself.
:[Flashback]:
She had just splintered her ankle, when she tripped.
"Ouch! Ooo.. Time out! Time out."
" Time out?"
He paused and then spoke.
" Do you truly think if this were an actual duel, the opponent would allow you to have a pause in the game?.
They would not hesitate to kill you." The Dark Magician stated softly as an involuntary shiver crawled down her back.
"I..I.."
He ignored her stuttering and they went back into training.
[{End Flashback}]
' I was so young back then...' She laughed quietly to herself.
The Dark Magician once again launched a shot of light from his own staff, but the Dark Magician Girl had dodged it, leaping high and then landing on her feet, staff clutched in her hand.
She gripped it firmly, and pointed it at him, pure animosity showing.
A pink whim of light shot out of her staff, but he had dodged it too easily. She tried again, several whims of pink light shooting out of her staff, but all of them were unsuccessful in their efforts and attempt.
Not even a scratch. She hung her head.
Then, lifted it. Being distracted would just make her vulnerable to another attack, and we couldn't have that now, could we?
She once again took her staff in hand, energy and aura in full blast as she pointed it at him. She raised it over her head, and brought it back, and this time, a mirage of not something similar to light, but something almost solid blasted out of her wand. He muttered a counterspell and an invisible forcefield arose. The mirage of light rebounded once it hit and sent her flying into a bush, and then down onto the floor.
He strode over to her, who was now struggling to get up .
"Better."
He said in one word, and then headed into the palatial.
An invisible force slid the paper door open and he stepped inside, leaving her.
"Talking" 'Thoughts' *My notes*
Summary: The Dark Magician Girl. An Air headed Magical Princess who laughs at life, and is a happy being among the shadow realm. Am I correct?? Not a word of it. At least, the part that's true. Struggling through life's cruel game and facing all it's hardships, as an apprentice and forgotten princess of a royal family of magicians. Lovely, isn't it? To add to that, after she runs away from her apprenticeship with the dark magician, Dark forces are after her. Will she run? Or will she fight? An adventure lies straight ahead, though the direction it goes lies all to her.
AN: let's start the Story, Ne??
Her ice filled and hard eyes, once gleaming and careless, showed only concentration and intent, as she breathed heavily, and in hard pants while she leaped and dodged another attack.
Each one of her senses were alert to each and everything around her as she waited for him to assault.
A shot of bright light zoomed at the BMG in an instance. It was obvious he wasn't holding back.
She didn't know what had hit her, although her leg was throbbing.
She wasn't so lucky, but when was she ever? Luck was never on her side, and she wasn't planning for it to suddenly appear. She didn't have to look at her right leg to know something hit her leg.
For a moment, it only stung, but then the gash on her leg begged to differ.
If only she had jumped a few seconds earlier...but she knew 'life wasn't to be lingered on with 'if onlys.' She thought bitterly.
After all, if she had jumped a few seconds later, it would've made that gash seem like a small cut compared to what would've happened.
She winced slightly, though it wouldn't show, and then composed herself.
:[Flashback]:
She had just splintered her ankle, when she tripped.
"Ouch! Ooo.. Time out! Time out."
" Time out?"
He paused and then spoke.
" Do you truly think if this were an actual duel, the opponent would allow you to have a pause in the game?.
They would not hesitate to kill you." The Dark Magician stated softly as an involuntary shiver crawled down her back.
"I..I.."
He ignored her stuttering and they went back into training.
[{End Flashback}]
' I was so young back then...' She laughed quietly to herself.
The Dark Magician once again launched a shot of light from his own staff, but the Dark Magician Girl had dodged it, leaping high and then landing on her feet, staff clutched in her hand.
She gripped it firmly, and pointed it at him, pure animosity showing.
A pink whim of light shot out of her staff, but he had dodged it too easily. She tried again, several whims of pink light shooting out of her staff, but all of them were unsuccessful in their efforts and attempt.
Not even a scratch. She hung her head.
Then, lifted it. Being distracted would just make her vulnerable to another attack, and we couldn't have that now, could we?
She once again took her staff in hand, energy and aura in full blast as she pointed it at him. She raised it over her head, and brought it back, and this time, a mirage of not something similar to light, but something almost solid blasted out of her wand. He muttered a counterspell and an invisible forcefield arose. The mirage of light rebounded once it hit and sent her flying into a bush, and then down onto the floor.
He strode over to her, who was now struggling to get up .
"Better."
He said in one word, and then headed into the palatial.
An invisible force slid the paper door open and he stepped inside, leaving her.