Ok guys, I am crushed. Well, sorta. This Saturday, we had a meet against
the top teams in our two neighboring states and ourselves (who happen to be
#1 also). Very exciting. Supposedly the closest we'd ever have. For the
girls, not so much. We conquered them. We won by 103 or so. For the guys,
it was a challenge. See, last year the guys lost to this team too. And
alas, history repeats itself. They had to re-score the meet because I guess
they forgot to count a disqualification. So at the end of the meet we
didn't know who won. I just read my email and found that they lost by 2. I
feel so bad for them.
Oh well. I get to shave for the first time in four months on Fri and my championship meet is this weekend! Yay! You all should come! I need a cheering section. Especially with my shoulders. They killed after my races.
You're sick of hearing about swimming aren't you?
Ok so I'll so my reviews then start writing neh?
Dpscythsln: Like my.er.the Assassin's dress neh? Well you don't get to see it. I'm not sure that my bf would appreciate me modeling my dresses for you. Well, I don't think he'd mind if he were in the crowd.. What am I saying?!? Shut up and read!
Dats it.
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The Assassin could hear the Cleric's muffled yells through the wall but she paid them no heed. Her attention was on Anya.
The other girl stood proudly before her. The Assassin tied off the last of the walls and her ki faded.
"So," she said with a false air of lightness, "you and Dacius huh?"
"He IS mine, I don't know who you are-" Anya began to threaten.
"Oh, my mistake," she said with a mocking apologetic tone, "I'm Amys, master Assassin and Dacius's partner in crime."
This set off Anya. She made to take a step forward but Amys held up her hand.
"I wouldn't do that. See, Dacius and I, our spirits are connected. I could just take my dagger," she said pulling one from her sleeve, "and do this," she said bringing the dagger to her wrist and made a cutting motion only centimeters from her skin, "and he'd get one just the same. I die, he dies. You bring him back as one of your slave things, I come too. I'll make your life, or whatever you call it, a living hell."
"Oh you are sadly mistaken, I'll kill you and he'll stay alive. You aren't connected. I know that trick," Anya said preparing to step forward.
"Try me," the Assassin hissed.
Anya took a step forward and Amys hurled the dagger and several others from her sleeves and other areas at her. All poisoned with a different mix of toxins.
Anya dodged the many knives, but was slower in avoiding the Assassin's katana. The Assassin brought it down on the other girl and the blade found flesh. Anya's arm was practically filleted. Skin and sleeve were taken off the outside of her arm and the tips of her pinky and ring fingers lay on the floor.
"Wow, you are weak. I thought necromancers were basically the Fallen versions of clerics. I suppose I was mistaken," the Assassin said flicking the blood off of her katana.
Anya glared up at the Assassin.
The Assassin's scar began to sear again. Pain washed through her and she fell to her knees. She couldn't see straight and her body shuddered from the pain. She braced herself with one hand on the floor, the other clutching her scar.
"I am not weak, little girl. I am far more powerful than you could ever hope to be. You will regret ever crossing paths with me. You will wish to die and be in my service. No, I believe I will just make you suffer for an eternity,"
"And...and what.of Dacius.. You can't..get out with..without me letting.the wall down.." she said gasping between the pain.
"You will beg for death, you will beg for me to let you take apart the world if only I'd let you die. I am not worried of your defiance," she said stepping toward the Assassin's bowing form.
The Assassin screamed as the pain increased.
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The Cleric sat against the wall, attempting to hear what was said. It was only muffles though. The only thing that ran clear was the Assassin's scream. He had never heard her scream before, well at least from pain.
He stood up in a hurry and began to pound the wall again.
"Damn it Amys, let me in!!!" he yelled.
Getting no response again, he stepped back and drew the Avenger. He attacked the wall with ferocity but didn't even make a dent.
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The Assassin slipped into unconsciousness from the blinding pain. It brought no relief though, she felt it in her catatonic state and knew that more was to come.
Strain from holding the wall up was becoming too much for her so she dropped it. Her crumpled form lay at the feet of Anya when the Cleric got a view inside the wall.
He stepped to move to the Assassin but Anya spoke.
"Don't take a step Dacius, or I'll kill her. I won't hesitate. I'll make it so you can't bring her back either," she threatened.
"You wouldn't,"
"I would. What's another minion? I mean it's not like I have too many. Especially after you just vanquished all of those I was calling earlier. Maybe I'll just do it now," Anya said and the Assassin screamed in pain again.
"ENOUGH! What do you want?" he said and the Assassin's screams receded into merely whimpers.
"You, my Dacius, you," she said stepping over the Assassin's shivering frame.
The Cleric stood rigid as she stepped closer and ran her hand gently along his cheek.
"Fall, love. We could be unstoppable," she said whispering
Indecision was in the Cleric's eyes.
'Great. Fall or let the Assassin die. Grand, just excellent.'
"No one Falls but you bitch," the Assassin said weakly as she planted one of her daggers in Anya's back.
The Assassin collapsed as one with Anya and dark blood poured from Anya's wound.
The Cleric pulled the Assassin from the quickly growing puddle and she opened her eyes slightly.
"Hey, nice day huh?" she asked weakly.
He smiled at her. She closed her eyes again and he picked her up and carried her to a shadow.
"Can you open it for me?" he whispered.
She waved her hand slightly and he walked into the shadow leading back to the mansion.
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Ok. I hafta go clean. There's this massive winter storm and whatnot and I have to clean for some reason.
Enjoy my good friends.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow I could update during the day and not at school?
Huzzah!
Make sure you review. I know who reads. Greg, this means you!
Oh well. I get to shave for the first time in four months on Fri and my championship meet is this weekend! Yay! You all should come! I need a cheering section. Especially with my shoulders. They killed after my races.
You're sick of hearing about swimming aren't you?
Ok so I'll so my reviews then start writing neh?
Dpscythsln: Like my.er.the Assassin's dress neh? Well you don't get to see it. I'm not sure that my bf would appreciate me modeling my dresses for you. Well, I don't think he'd mind if he were in the crowd.. What am I saying?!? Shut up and read!
Dats it.
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The Assassin could hear the Cleric's muffled yells through the wall but she paid them no heed. Her attention was on Anya.
The other girl stood proudly before her. The Assassin tied off the last of the walls and her ki faded.
"So," she said with a false air of lightness, "you and Dacius huh?"
"He IS mine, I don't know who you are-" Anya began to threaten.
"Oh, my mistake," she said with a mocking apologetic tone, "I'm Amys, master Assassin and Dacius's partner in crime."
This set off Anya. She made to take a step forward but Amys held up her hand.
"I wouldn't do that. See, Dacius and I, our spirits are connected. I could just take my dagger," she said pulling one from her sleeve, "and do this," she said bringing the dagger to her wrist and made a cutting motion only centimeters from her skin, "and he'd get one just the same. I die, he dies. You bring him back as one of your slave things, I come too. I'll make your life, or whatever you call it, a living hell."
"Oh you are sadly mistaken, I'll kill you and he'll stay alive. You aren't connected. I know that trick," Anya said preparing to step forward.
"Try me," the Assassin hissed.
Anya took a step forward and Amys hurled the dagger and several others from her sleeves and other areas at her. All poisoned with a different mix of toxins.
Anya dodged the many knives, but was slower in avoiding the Assassin's katana. The Assassin brought it down on the other girl and the blade found flesh. Anya's arm was practically filleted. Skin and sleeve were taken off the outside of her arm and the tips of her pinky and ring fingers lay on the floor.
"Wow, you are weak. I thought necromancers were basically the Fallen versions of clerics. I suppose I was mistaken," the Assassin said flicking the blood off of her katana.
Anya glared up at the Assassin.
The Assassin's scar began to sear again. Pain washed through her and she fell to her knees. She couldn't see straight and her body shuddered from the pain. She braced herself with one hand on the floor, the other clutching her scar.
"I am not weak, little girl. I am far more powerful than you could ever hope to be. You will regret ever crossing paths with me. You will wish to die and be in my service. No, I believe I will just make you suffer for an eternity,"
"And...and what.of Dacius.. You can't..get out with..without me letting.the wall down.." she said gasping between the pain.
"You will beg for death, you will beg for me to let you take apart the world if only I'd let you die. I am not worried of your defiance," she said stepping toward the Assassin's bowing form.
The Assassin screamed as the pain increased.
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The Cleric sat against the wall, attempting to hear what was said. It was only muffles though. The only thing that ran clear was the Assassin's scream. He had never heard her scream before, well at least from pain.
He stood up in a hurry and began to pound the wall again.
"Damn it Amys, let me in!!!" he yelled.
Getting no response again, he stepped back and drew the Avenger. He attacked the wall with ferocity but didn't even make a dent.
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The Assassin slipped into unconsciousness from the blinding pain. It brought no relief though, she felt it in her catatonic state and knew that more was to come.
Strain from holding the wall up was becoming too much for her so she dropped it. Her crumpled form lay at the feet of Anya when the Cleric got a view inside the wall.
He stepped to move to the Assassin but Anya spoke.
"Don't take a step Dacius, or I'll kill her. I won't hesitate. I'll make it so you can't bring her back either," she threatened.
"You wouldn't,"
"I would. What's another minion? I mean it's not like I have too many. Especially after you just vanquished all of those I was calling earlier. Maybe I'll just do it now," Anya said and the Assassin screamed in pain again.
"ENOUGH! What do you want?" he said and the Assassin's screams receded into merely whimpers.
"You, my Dacius, you," she said stepping over the Assassin's shivering frame.
The Cleric stood rigid as she stepped closer and ran her hand gently along his cheek.
"Fall, love. We could be unstoppable," she said whispering
Indecision was in the Cleric's eyes.
'Great. Fall or let the Assassin die. Grand, just excellent.'
"No one Falls but you bitch," the Assassin said weakly as she planted one of her daggers in Anya's back.
The Assassin collapsed as one with Anya and dark blood poured from Anya's wound.
The Cleric pulled the Assassin from the quickly growing puddle and she opened her eyes slightly.
"Hey, nice day huh?" she asked weakly.
He smiled at her. She closed her eyes again and he picked her up and carried her to a shadow.
"Can you open it for me?" he whispered.
She waved her hand slightly and he walked into the shadow leading back to the mansion.
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Ok. I hafta go clean. There's this massive winter storm and whatnot and I have to clean for some reason.
Enjoy my good friends.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow I could update during the day and not at school?
Huzzah!
Make sure you review. I know who reads. Greg, this means you!