<font color='#810541'>"al right then, ill attack first" he threw numerous punches at her and then jumped back and prepared his blood blades</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>It wasn't really one of  Mist's classes but she didn't want her fighting skills to go rusty.She thought to herself <font color="CCFFFF">I hope they don't mind.</font> Mist flew in quietly and landed a few feet away. She stayed there and watch the other 2 pendragons fight. OOC:Sorry if its too short. My first RP</font>
<font color='#810541'>"your turn to attack...hello who might you be" he turned to face the new comer</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka dodges his attacks, weaving under them; after all, she was small and fast enough. She whips around as he jumps back, and feigns forward and to the left. On her dodge, she unfurls her large wings and extends her dual claws on her right wing in an attempt to both scratch him wherever she can reach, and also halt his concentration in whatever magic he was after.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"if you are going make a suprise attack go ahead, i really would like to see how you fight</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka, getting frustrated, because she thought she was fighting, flares her wings up suddenly, bows her head, and lunges at him; attempting to bash him with the right side of her shoulders. Whether or not she was successful in crashing into him to set him off balance, she circles her wings forward in an attempt to envelop at least his head with them: she found this usually disoriented other nioties to suddenly find themselves in darkness; as her wings were certainly big enough to do such. The child warrior then lashes out with both forepaws at several quick alternating times, attempting to scratch his face with her long paw claws.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <font color="black" font size="1">Ebon pupils centered within a pool of amethyst gravitated about the malachite acreage- scrutinizing the various flora and fauna which twas abundant. Femora glanced to her left, to see an abandoned notepad and pencil- with a insubstantial shrug she eased her mentality. Abruptly the pen and pad drifted within the atmosphere toward her- as the materials were leveled with her configuration she closed her eyes boredly. Using only her mind, Rain lined the pencil with the paper so that it scantily skimmed the notepad- she began to draw... Draw what she saw around her, the plants, the animals, and even the opposing pendragons whom were practicing. The femora 'dragon did this in her spare time- it brought solace to her wary soul and in a way abated her emotions. Slowly a felicitous grin managed to crinkle across her eburnean jowls, her optics still closed in delight as she continued to sketch the inanimate phantasm which was pictured in her mind. Auds swiveled about achromatic pericranium for she could hear the students trying their best to attack Yoh- why else would they be there? To fight of course, though Rain didn't take much satisfaction in watching for it wasn't her trade- she couldn't be blamed for that. She was a poison brewer, a healer, nothing grand nor anything she could show off... Rain was who she was, and nobody could /change/ that. Femme's lifestyle consisted of inventing new poisons, perfecting her healing expertise and of course drawing... But to a more extent writing various books, which took up much of her time. Some of which were in the library- though few young ones would read such a book written by Rain because it was far too analytical, filled with various scientific compounds and "Mojojo" as some of her students would playfully joke. Yet if an individual could understand her immensely conglomerated books they could accurately make poisons of their own. Not the highly lethal ones, but toxins which were fairly useful in parlyzation and such. That all didn't matter though, especially in this timing. Rain continued her drawing with the ease. </font></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color="CCOOCC">I'm Mist. I'm new to the school and was just flying around and saw you guys practicing and thought I would just stop by. </font> Mist sat down and decided to let them finish their fight.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"nice, now we are getting somewhere" he jumped over her "try agian,would you like to double team me with mist? it would be more helpful for you both</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color="CCOOCC"> I will gladly join in if that is okay with you Anezka. </font> Mist walked over to the pile of weapons and lifted a sword up with her telekinesis and gave it a few swings. She found it easier then using her paws, giving her an advantage of using both her front paws.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"nice form...y dont you get one of the smaller swords Anezka? all i get to use is my techniques to give you a look at an how to fight when u have a disadvantage...attack! he bleed his hands slightly</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Mist took her fighting stand and took the first few swings at Yoh, before jumping in to a defensive stand.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka blinks, and walks over to get a sword. She selects a broadsword from his arsenal, and tests it's weight in her right paw, sifting her stance from quaropedal, to bipedal, shifting her weight backward so she could stand. <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Sir.. I don't know how to use a sword."</span> Anezka looks at the heafty yet thin metal in her paw, then back to Yoh.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka shakes her head, <span style='color:#B69D85'>"I've never used a weapon before.."</span></font>
<font color='#810541'>"then use these then he threw her a pair of brass nuckles "they add to the strengh of your punch and have small spikes, that should do...so will you two attack me already?!</font>
<font color='698AAB'>If he was trying to provoke her, he was succeeding. And this little one was not one meant to be provoked. Anezka snorts, swiping the brass knucles out of the air, claws extended, to deflect them to the ground where they land with a soft thunk. They probably wouldn't fit her paws anyway. From where Mist was standing, Anezka trots quickly, circling, until she was in a position to have Yoh inbetween herself and Mist. She attempts to catch eyes with Mist, perhaps to coordinate their attack. Anezka had a devious mind, what with constantly fighting, and knew that just attacking someone was never of any use, especially if you wanted to learn some technique and thought process to go with a wild frenzy. But if he wanted her to attack him.. so be it.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Mist looked up at Anezka and mind spoke <font color="CCCCFF">{Do you have some sort of plan you would like to put into action? I'll follow you, and I'm open to ideas.}</font></font>
<font color='698AAB'><span style='color:#B69D85'>{Attack at the same time, I think. Both of us attack in the same direction, too: both go left, or both go right, and one attacks high, while the other attacks low. No room for escape. Would you rather go high, or low, and left or right?}</span> is the 900 year old's quick reply. Oh, yes, she'd scrapped quite a bit in her young life with many a 'dragon much larger than she, and had had enough black eyes and bruises to prove it.</font>
