OKAY

THIS WEEKS WITHOUT INTERNET WERE LIKE HELL

BUUUT NOW THAT I’M BACK I SHALL PAY MORE ATTENTION TO MY ROLEPLAYING BLOGS

LIKE

THIS ONE

GEEZ

reikutohno:

He heard her shout and he could only chuckle as she did so. He turned around, the daggers retracting back and almost disappearing under his clothes.

“I told you, princess,” he said as he blocked her blade again. Her blade, though, managed to graze his shoulder and he hissed a bit as he felt his flesh get singed. He paid no mind but he had to jump back for a bit.

“I am an assassin,” he told her as he placed a hand to his shoulder. “Not bad though, for a spoiled brat.”

He motioned to her with his finger, taunting her to come and charge at him if she dared. “Is that all?”

For her part, she was placing a hand on the wounded zone of her arm as well, which actually might be even more alarming that a rather small and insignificant burn in the shoulder.

“Don’t you even dare calling me like that again” she grumbled, nearly pouting and looking away, as she wielded her sword firmly once more, and indeed daring to charge, probably a last time, with another acrobatic jump and another fast swing in the air, that hopefully would lead the blade to his skin this time.

reikutohno:

He groaned a bit when she kept on the pressure of the attack. But he held on and held his ground. He chuckled as he gazed into her feline eyes. Spark crawled across his skin as his hair turned silver. His eyes changed, turning more serpentine and silver as well. He swung the blade to the side as she just jumped and landed behind him.

“That’s not a good place for you, princess,” he chuckled as he stabbed his sword into the ground. Several daggers, connected to razor wires, shot out from his back, as if stray feathers from a pair of wings. A couple rebounded as they blocked her blade while a few attempt to stab her arms and legs.

The Princess’ eyes contracted one more time, as she stepped back and swung to  block some of the daggers. One of them, however, landed on one of her arms, and she couldn’t help gasping in pain.

“What are you?” she exclaimed, trying to pull it out of her skin, but only getting to hurt herself even more because of the wires “What kind of creature are you? Where did you come from?”

Even with a wounded arm, she wielded the sword and charged again with another high jump, managing to graze him a little.

Just a slight rubbing had to be enough for the sunbeam blade to burn at least a bit of skin or clothes.