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ThePsychopath∞
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Feb 21, 2015 02:55PM
{{We can go with it if you want, I just thought he'd come in after they had atleast began to get along xD}}
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((Are you sure? I thought it would be funny for them to forced to work together when they were still pretty much angry at each other.))
{{That sounds good too, ugh, I dunnooooo xD I think we'll just go with it for now, but if they had gotten along they could've played the blame game and been set to square 1 again thinking the other worked with the sorcerer}}Before Theron could do anything he fell to the ground, he wasn't sure what it was but there was a huge thud right next to him, almost like something hitting the ground at a tremendous speed. He had dropped his sword and went reaching for it, but he was still dazed. "Damn... Woman... Making... A... Tree... Fall... On... Me..." He panted as he tried to get to his feet, but then he saw she was on the ground too. This lead him to confusion, why would she make it hit herself over too?
((That actually sounds funny, agh I don't know what to do. You can choose, both ideas are going to be interesting to play out.))
((But I don't wanna choose! I hate choosing! I have anxiety attacks over choosing what I want to eat from a fast food restaurant!)
{{Dammit, that means I have to get rid of my reply and make a new one xD}}Theron didn't have time to react, he just stepped backwards, suddenly feeling as if he were at the disadvantage. This was not good. "Please... Don't..." He said, staring at the staff wide eyed. This was the first time that he had seen her face, and his eyes were swapping between that and the staff, fearful for his life. He kept his sword raised however, if she was going to kill him he'd atleast try and defend himself. "Just... Put it down. We can talk about this. Like civilised people..." He said, still trying to watch both at the same time.
((xD Oh look! I just went to my window and it's snowing! Yay! If we get enough, then I can be exited about snow while never actually going outside!))"I'm not going to kill you," Anira spat, examining the boy, keeping the staff raised in case he ran at her. "There is only one person who I am willing to kill, and he is not here." Her eyes were narrowed, anger in them, a small red line across her neck from when the man had pressed the blade against it.
{{Haha, have fun with thatJust to mention the blade wasn't around her neck. He was holding a sword and putting the sharp part at the back of her neck}}
"If you had actually done what I said then you wouldn't be in this position, we could have talked this out, acted like proper people, not the savage you're acting like, stubborn as a mule." He said, his own temper now beginning to trump his fear. He stared at her, not dropping his sword at all, aiming it at her, balancing in his hands. "Put it down. I beg of you."
((Oh wait... Gods sorry I totally missed that part. Most of the time when my character is being threatened by a knife or vice versa, it's being held against their neck. Whoops.))
"You are the one who came up behind me a held a sword against my skin. Do you really believe I would be so eager to trust you?!" She almost growled in response, tightening her grip on the ebony staff. She wasn't going to kill the man, but she wasn't going to give up the staff, either.
"Well maybe if you didn't hold a weapon in your damn hands I wouldn't have to do that, you think I am going to trust you, a random stranger who was watching me, with a weapon that could kill me in one hit? Besides, if I stabbed you you could survive, hit me with that thing and I'm not getting up again. Ever. Just drop the damn thing."
"I'm not putting it down. I'm not letting go of the staff!" Anira protested, keeping it tight in her hands. She backed away slightly, bumping into the table behind her. She stumbled slightly and turned around to look at it, wincing.
Theron took a risk, he needed to get that staff, he ran towards her when she looked at it, throwing the sword on the floor as he did because it would be no use to him that close up. He pushed the staff to the side as soon as he could and tried tackling her, but ended up just lifting her off her feet.
((Question! Do you have a google plus?))"Let go!" Anira nearly screamed, struggling against the man. She was about just as strong, and was keeping a tight grip on the staff. "I won't kill you, but if you don't like go let me remind you that I know how to channel magic through staffs!"
{{Account? Yeah but I no longer use it. That is the account thingie right? Now I only use Skype mainly}}
((Yeah, I use google+ a lot as well. You should get on it so I can add you to my circles and spam you with a bunch of posts I reshare. xD))
"I doubt you'll remember how to limit one to a certain power, you're going to have to kill me to make me let go." He said, pushing her. He knocked them both to the ground, and kept wrestling her for the staff, he needed it in order to survive against her, if she got hold of it and knocked him away, well he didn't want to think of that right now.
{{And use it exclusively for you? Perhaps xD But I reckon you should either get skype or just private message me xD So much easier ;3}}
"I remember enough to control the wind, which will send you flying. Injure you? Probably. Kill you? No." Anira growled, trying to jerk the staff out of the man's hands.
"Well if you push me hard enough I could snap my neck, and it doesn't take much to snap a neck." He said as he tried to push her off it. If they weren't fighting for the staff and shouting at one another, them rolling on the floor might almost look romantic.
((I can't, parents won't let me get it. ): )) Anira narrowed her eyes and let the power within her rise to her hands, and a small but powerful spurt of wind shot out from the staff. It pushed the two apart, and Anira quickly ran backwards.
{{That sucks, then I can't message you properly because I'm not on here all that much during the day but on Skype all the time}}
Theron stood up again and ran for the staff, trying to catch up with her. This wasn't his first time dealing with magic and certainly wasn't put off by it. He caught up to her pretty sharpish and attempted to tackle her to the floor yet again. "Finders! Keepers!" He shouted
{{Why won't they let you? Statistically you're more likely to meet dodgy people in real life than on Skype xD}}
"I will never let you have it!" She shouted in return, falling to the ground and wincing in pain, keeping hold of the godforsaken staff. She wasn't going to let go, as far as she was concerned he would have to pry it from her dead body.
((I am too, but they still won't let me have skype. Which sucks. Although, most of my internet friends have google+ and we just talk on google hangouts.))
"Just let go. We can talk about this. We don't have to fight." He pleaded as he grabbed the staff, attempting to pull it off her. He remembered back to before the kingdom fell and thought. No. That won't work. It can't work. To pry it from her he used the one hand and poked her in the stomach, as if to tickle her,{{It works every time, as a person with a younger sister, just tickle them to make them drop what they're carrying xD}}
"You're... The one... Who's been fighting... Me!" She protested, starting to loose her grip on the staff as she thrashed back and forth, breathing heavily. ((Yeah! xD you don't have to, I can really only get on and do my video calls and hangouts when I'm at my grandma's house, since I have a computer there all to myself.))
{{I wouldn't be able to do video calls on it I don't think, unless the iPad works with it. That's the only reason I use Skype a load, the iPad can use it too}}"Just let go. You're the one who was too stubborn to let me talk to you." He said, continuing to tickle her with the other hand pulling the staff. He pulled the staff and managed to roll them both over so that she was on top of him, which wasn't ideal.
((I'm pretty sure it works on iPads, since it works on iPhones.))"You're the one who threatened me and if refusing to listen to why I can't give it to you!" Anira cried out, letting go and holding onto the staff with one hand so she push the man back.


