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Post by Daz on Dec 4, 2007 22:22:38 GMT
Breathing heavily I swing my sword back to give a blow in his direction.. hoping to dear god that I miss my target, though.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 4, 2007 22:27:51 GMT
I block her attack swiftly with my blade. It's got little strenght in it, so it's really not that much of an effort either.
But I grin at her, only slightly. "Goo' girl." I say, as if appreciating her to attack me. Well I do, in fact.
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Post by Daz on Dec 4, 2007 22:30:01 GMT
I swing again, a little harder this time.. confident that he'll block it.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 4, 2007 22:32:06 GMT
I sidestep fast though, so she ends up thrusting her blade in the railing - getting it stuck in the wood. I smirk and put my hand over hers which is holding the blade, and I jerk the weapon out for her before taking a step of distance again. I raise my sword but don't attack, waiting for her to do it instead.
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Post by Daz on Dec 5, 2007 17:40:15 GMT
My breath increases rapidly as I turn to face him again.. I point it strait at him, with beads of sweat forming on my brow, I can almost feel my heartbeat.. "JUST STOP IT." I yell, trembling, with a stiff arm. I don't want to strike again. I dont want this.
I drop the sword and make for the galley.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2007 10:08:45 GMT
I let her leave. The captain comes over, cos he heard the shouting, and regards Cassandra's retreating back with a slight frown.
"Wha' was tha', mate?" He wants to know.
"That's a dead girl walking, capt'n." I sheat my sword and walk away from him, not caring if he's gonna be confused about it.
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Post by Daz on Dec 6, 2007 19:46:49 GMT
I head to my bunk, with a slight shot of adrenaline now pumping through my veins. I can feel every beat of it.. and it hurts. I fall onto my dry hammock, screwing up my eyes, trying to controll this feeling inside.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2007 19:50:52 GMT
By the time that I retreat to the crewsquarters it's already late. Cassandra didn't show updecks anymore, and I spend the rest of my time gambling over money with some crewmembers who were too dumb to count.
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Post by Daz on Dec 6, 2007 19:55:06 GMT
I'm not asleep, as I usually am, when the others start to retreat to their hammocks, so late at night. There's now even *more* on my mind.. and I didnt think that was physically possible.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2007 21:51:40 GMT
Passing by Cassandra's hammock I can tell she's not sleeping, but I pay her no mind. Instead I get into my own, eager to just get some sleep.
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