<blockquote><font face=georgia color=white>Sunhawk was still watching. Waiting and watching. Usually that wasn't what she enjoyed doing, but in this case, it was a good strategy. At least it had worked well so far. It was a good thing that she was always paying attention, though, because otherwise she might have been the one jumped. As it was, the Menlo player gave Lyra a pitying glance, but did nothing further. Focusing instead on the lurking Dade, well aware that he could be trouble. Of course her attention was spread out and she was waiting for someone to try and pounce her. If they did, though, they would find that the flat spines that currently lay smooth with the suit were there. It wouldn't be too hard to fling them out right before metallic paws tried to grab at her shoulders or back. Indeed, that was what they were made for. Attacks from behind. Right now she just had to wait. Wait until someone thought she wasn't ready - then show that she was. Bring it on.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>All right, from now on if it takes someone more than 3-4 days to post, just skip them. </td></tr></table>
Stryx silently cheered at the fact he had managed to score a hit, although not a serious one, on Lyra. He nimbly landed, pivotting on his right foot and turning to face his opponent in one fluid movement. He barely lost any momentum as he pushed off and launched back towards her, blade once again bared. His speed and agility gave him a slight advantage, but he needed to avoid any solid hits. One good attack might cripple him for the rest of the match. Surprisingly, his heartbeat was remaining relativly calm, a steady beat in his virtual chest. Stryx was pleased with his bodies ability to handle the situation, he had been worried the stress might affect his performance. A low growl rumbled uo from his throat, a vocalization of his need to win.
Ashavia sat in the alley, trying to bend the metal covering her leg so that it no longer stuck into her skin. That was the one and only thing she hated about Menlo, the pain, you could actualy feel it. She scowled and tried once again at the stuborn metal but ti did nt budge. She put it back into place, though not perfect, she had at least improved the quality. She stood up and looked around. Good no one had tried to ambush her, yet. A slight shiver went down her spine at the though but it passed. With silent agility she pounced onto one of the walls and then up on to the tops of the buildings. Off in the distance she could see others. She went back down below the 'canopy' of building tops and skaled the walls of the buildings sideways, making her way on a skew path towards the concentration of pendragons. As she snuck up, her guard was down, for she thought she would be the one to surprise another.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry to keep you all waiting. Ack, shortness.</td></tr></table> This was just what Lyra was hoping for, another attack. She moved her feet slightly, but not out of the way yet, she was waiting for just the last second. Then when she was ready she made a quick side step to get as much of her body out of the way as she could. Then reached out of grab the arm blade and was flying at her. Hoping to grab on and throw him some distance, if not, then she might not have all her fingers after this. Good thing itÂ’s all virtual
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Shoot... I thought I had replied to this ages ago... so sorry. Oo;;</td></tr></table> <blockquote><font face=georgia color=white>Schism watched it all with a distanced interest, entirely an observer in this battle, currently. She had no desire to get into the fray just yet... until she saw the perfect opportunity. A shadow that was creeping along the wall, unaware that they were forming the perfect target. The female Sunhawk slunk alongside them, walking across roofs and the like to keep pace. Until she saw the perfect moment, the perfect attack position. Jumping silently, the tribeswoman extended metallic claws and, if she landed, would hiss viciously at Ashavia, then attempt to get as many hits in as she could. The pendragon was hoping that, by catching the other virtual player off guard, she might even manage to knock the other to the ground, which would heap on injuries.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Well is anyone interested in actualy ending this thread really quickly? No one seems to be motivated and I dont think ST or Kitsufox are going to reply so the remaining people shall we just go on with us or just end it?</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm going to reply. I just came back from my reported LOA (I had no computer for awhile) about a week ago. and Since I go After you, Pirateferret, it's not my turn yet.I'm watching this thread and going to be tracking down all of my threads and getting must stuff running around soon. I've just never had a chance to really sit down and do things of late. I am sorry about my lack of hereness. But I AM back.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry this has taken me so long, did not mean to keep you guys waiting. I guess its my turn then. Oh and Im sorry Kitsufox, I didnt realize you were gone...</td></tr></table> Ashavia was making her way very smoothly. She was consentrating souly on her own stealth, careful not to make a sound. Suddenly the fur around her neck pricked up and she stopped. She paused a moment, looking around expectantly for a shadow out of place or a shining metal plate. She became nervous and tensed up. She looked upwards and as she did someting came flying at her and hit her square in the face. She felt herself falling along with whatever had hit her but her mind was collected. She reached out a paw to the blurred building beside her and found a hold. Her body smashed into the building and as it did Ashavia could feel a sharp pain on her shoulder. She did no look at it for she knew most likely what it was. Wounds from a metalic claw on the menlo suit she assumed came crashing down on her. She gave herself time to wince and then quickly flung herself around and found another other hold for each of her limb. She looked up to see where the other pendragon had gone. She was hoping that they had just been in a battle and might have just been falling because they were thrown over the side. She did not think it very likely, she hit had been dead on and no sounds of battle had reached her ears. She started to climb back up the building, this time she was ready.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> >< !!! I am really sorry about holding you guys up, I've been out of the loop for a while now... </td></tr></table> Stryx was not expecting Lyra to grab the blade, and was thrown off balance. He jerked the blade against her hand, hoping to at least do some damage. Stryx hit the ground rolling, and lept to his feet. She had knocked him off his attack, and it took a few precious moments for him to pull himself back together. He took a defensive stance, ready to defend himself incase the other player had taken advantage of his momentairy lapse to pull together an attack. There was a slight hum in his suit, a sign that the machina that powered his movements was beginning to tap into reserve power supplies. He needed to finish this fast, or risk running out of steam.
