Disclaimers: Dudes, I don't own it, have a very unlikely chance of ever
owning it, so DON"T SUE ME!!!*holds up arms in front of her head
protectively (if you don't get it, watch Ice Age)*
Author's little notation thingy:
Okay dudes, have just one word to say to you:
Wow
I never thought I could get so many reviews for one chapter! Its swonderful! Its smarvelous! Its *gets slapped for doing Gene Kelly impression* Anywho, I was truly flattered by all the requests for another chapter so *waves her hands* Here it is! My gift to man kind *people in the audience heard murmuring, "Yeah, suuuure."*
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The attack was too rash. Unplanned.
Dèsirèè flicked out her sword like a cobra, flicking its poisonous fangs at its hapless prey. The sword bit into Squib's flesh, driving its poison deep into his heart. His eyes were wide with shock, his body crumpled to the ground, his damned soul sunk down into the eternal pit of hell.
The bandits looked down upon their fallen comrade. There eyes turned angrily towards Jack and Dèsirèè. The brigands drew there swords and started advancing slowly upon Dèsirèè and Jack. Both had their swords drawn, one already slick with blood. Both were backing up into the middle of the circle. Soon, they were almost back to back.
Keeping her eyes on the three men in front of her, Dèsirèè casually asked, "By the by, what's your name?"
Jack was also concentrating on the blade that was coming ever closer to his throat. "Captain Jack Sparrow pleased to meet you. I think."
Dèsirèè choose to ignore this cynical remark, paying more heed to the flashing steal in front of her.
"We could take three each if that isn't too much for you," sarcastically remarked Jack.
Dèsirèè made herself a mental note to kick him very hard later.
If she was around later.
"Certainly."
And with that, the dance of death began.
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*Thousand Faces walks out on stage and quickly gets rotten tomatoes flung at her head for her "gift to man kind". She ducks, her pirate hat flying off in the process.* You bloody.! *she draws her sword, sees the audience draw their swords and quickly puts hers down* Hehe, sorry about that folks! I know that this chapter is the shortest chapter on earth, but I'm having a little trouble with the next scene. If any of y'alls want to help me with the sword fight scene, (that is the fighting part) then I welcome your suggestions! Love ya all and if I use your suggestion, maybe we can work out some sort of prize *MAJOR hinting happening here*
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces
Author's little notation thingy:
Okay dudes, have just one word to say to you:
Wow
I never thought I could get so many reviews for one chapter! Its swonderful! Its smarvelous! Its *gets slapped for doing Gene Kelly impression* Anywho, I was truly flattered by all the requests for another chapter so *waves her hands* Here it is! My gift to man kind *people in the audience heard murmuring, "Yeah, suuuure."*
*******
The attack was too rash. Unplanned.
Dèsirèè flicked out her sword like a cobra, flicking its poisonous fangs at its hapless prey. The sword bit into Squib's flesh, driving its poison deep into his heart. His eyes were wide with shock, his body crumpled to the ground, his damned soul sunk down into the eternal pit of hell.
The bandits looked down upon their fallen comrade. There eyes turned angrily towards Jack and Dèsirèè. The brigands drew there swords and started advancing slowly upon Dèsirèè and Jack. Both had their swords drawn, one already slick with blood. Both were backing up into the middle of the circle. Soon, they were almost back to back.
Keeping her eyes on the three men in front of her, Dèsirèè casually asked, "By the by, what's your name?"
Jack was also concentrating on the blade that was coming ever closer to his throat. "Captain Jack Sparrow pleased to meet you. I think."
Dèsirèè choose to ignore this cynical remark, paying more heed to the flashing steal in front of her.
"We could take three each if that isn't too much for you," sarcastically remarked Jack.
Dèsirèè made herself a mental note to kick him very hard later.
If she was around later.
"Certainly."
And with that, the dance of death began.
********
*Thousand Faces walks out on stage and quickly gets rotten tomatoes flung at her head for her "gift to man kind". She ducks, her pirate hat flying off in the process.* You bloody.! *she draws her sword, sees the audience draw their swords and quickly puts hers down* Hehe, sorry about that folks! I know that this chapter is the shortest chapter on earth, but I'm having a little trouble with the next scene. If any of y'alls want to help me with the sword fight scene, (that is the fighting part) then I welcome your suggestions! Love ya all and if I use your suggestion, maybe we can work out some sort of prize *MAJOR hinting happening here*
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces