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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 5, 2013 22:12:42 GMT -5
Fang grinned at Carter slyly, asking in reply, "Oh, what kind of flavor?" He said it like he was genuinely curious, like it was more important than the start of such a demographically devastating war. He always treated wars between the gods like plays. He sat aside watching with a snack, so he found it funny that Carter would think of doing something similar, though Carter might not have been aware of the facts to come.
The vixen stayed where he was as his request was accepted easily. He watched him carefully, picking up his defensive stance and labeling potential openings he would give with a few glances. Fang regarded the glint of celestial bronze with some thought, knowing that it could be harmful to him, not that it was easy to get a hit in on him in the first place. He sprang forward suddenly without warning, knowing that Carter really didn't trust him. He was being defensive. He was testing him. Fang didn't like eing analyzed, even if it was an attempt, so he wasn't going to give him too much time. Despite seeming like he was attacking without a sword, he was a blur. A flash of his dusty ginger hair, and he was in front of Carter. He had a hand around a silver chain at his neck. The fox's fang between his fingers suddenly extended into a long sword of pure white with a single modestly-sized ruby embedded in the hilt as he swung out. What first seemed to be a pointless swipe with his arm had turned into a longer reaching quick swipe with his pristine blade out at his head. Fast and efficient. No complaints and to the point. It wouldn't be his fault if Carter didn't react fast enough. He believed he had given him enough time to prepare.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 6, 2013 0:50:17 GMT -5
Carter gave out a small laugh of acknowledgement at Fang's joke. Then he struck out. At first, Carter had no idea what was happening. He was unarmed. How was he going to make contact? With his forearm? Suddenly, however, a pure white sword extended from his palm - his fang necklace. With little time to react, Carter could only duck, taking a few more steps back. Fang was quick; agile. He would be a match for the best of fighters.
The dragon raised his scimitar, glittering in the light beaming from the lamppost further down the street. He struck out, taking a swipe at the fox's sword arm, hoping this sudden action would take him off guard. He wasn't about to let up with him. Already, Carter could tell Fang was a threat. Whether that threat be allied with him or be another set against him, he did not know, nor did he much care. While it may be true he was a threat, as far as Carter knew Fang had nothing against him. Leon and Irissia, sure, but not Carter. For now.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 7, 2013 22:00:46 GMT -5
As Fang was fighting, he was analyzing. Carter had a meticulous personality. He watched his movements with utmost care, and was extremely alert in his defensive position. It wasn't a surprise that he could avoid the blade, and it sliced through empty air. He also deduced that the son of Ladon liked to be prepared, hence retreating a few steps to gather his next move and taking a quick counter strike towards him. Fang saw no reason to use his powers yet. In fact, he decided that he would hide them from Carter through the fight.
The vixen caught the attack on the hilt of his French rapier, deflecting the blow and stabbing forward with his own blade's long reach. This was actually fun for once. He was a quick attacker, though there wasn't any kind of incredible strength behind his movements. Combined with the light sword with a long reach, he tended to finish off his enemies quickly with striking vital points with his thin blade meant for stabbing. But with an opponent who could keep up with him, he would have difficulty. His rapier could not hold against heavy blows, so he relied on dodging in battle.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 8, 2013 1:26:32 GMT -5
Carter parried the attack, before feigning outward, only to change target and slice toward the thigh. It would be quite literally a low blow. He knew very well just by a glance at Fang's weapon that he relied upon quick, fluid movement - a technique Carter used as well, though did not rely upon. His sword, in contrast to the vixen's, was thick and resembled an oversized sickle, though the blade was pointed outwards, rather than within the curve. The only thing this blade harvested was victory.
(Short)
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 10, 2013 0:59:05 GMT -5
Warding off blows was difficult indeed, but even more so with an experienced opponent. He sprang away, turning in the air and sliding along the ground to Carter's right. With a flash of ginger hair, he had stopped behind the son of Ladon. He was quick- and would continue to increase his speed. With a keen eye, you could tell that he was warming up- not purposely testing Carter. The seeming-like-he-was-testing-him thing was just a funny bonus. He lashed out with his long blade, feigning a slash at his head before stabbing down at his side just above the hip. He had a stabbing attack habit, partly because of his blade's design. Fang had ended up adapting to the style after he his blade's evolution through the years had stopped on its current form.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 11, 2013 23:24:28 GMT -5
Carter reacted quickly, blocking Fang's stab by moving the blade off to the side, before lashing out with an attack of his own. Stepping to the side only an inch, he tried for an intimidation move. In mid-swipe, Carter's scimitar blade was shrouded in a black mist, swirling around the celestial sword in tendrils. The mist would do no harm, physically, but he hoped it enough to get Fang to step back, wary of its purpose. At least, it should bring curiosity to an already inquisitive fox.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 15, 2013 18:54:56 GMT -5
Fang withdrew his blade quickly as Carter knocked it aside, preparing to avoid the attack that was to come. But the mist caught his attention, piquing his interest and awakening his curiosity. "What's this?" he asked rhetorically, holding out his left hand as if to grab the blade. He winced as the blade left a cut along his hand, but the Mist passed harmlessly over. He had long forgotten what celestial bronze felt like. It burned. He pulled his hand back to inspect the blood welling up on his wrist, half expecting it to be blue or something. "It doesn't do anything?" Fang asked curiously, looking up and suddenly springing forward to swing again at Carter. His true nature was speaking loudly right now. He would allow himself to be injured to satisfy his curiosity. He was addicted to knowledge.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 17, 2013 1:15:51 GMT -5
Carter was surprised at Fang's need for knowledge. He'd just injured himself as a way to obtain it. He was about to take advantage of Fang's curiosity, however, when he struck out. Quickly blocking, Carter retaliated with a swing of his own, the black fog dissipating. "You really will do anything for a bit of information, won't you?" he asked, keeping his focus on the fight. Fang moved quick and Carter was having a difficult time keeping up. Perhaps it was getting time to use the mist to his advantage? No. He didn't want to reveal his true power - not yet. He'd be content acting as if he were inferior to the vixen. There was nothing to gain from proving his power - especially if Fang were to be holding back. Still, Carter kept fighting, though. See what he could discover about Fang's battle tactics. Such information may come in handy, someday.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 19, 2013 19:18:59 GMT -5
Fang scoffed, blocking his blade and feeling his own vibrate with some tension, "Of course!" he replied like it was normal, "Everyone has a thirst for knowledge once in a while. Mine just doesn't turn off. Problem?" He ducked, allowing the force of them pushing at each other to slide away as Carter's scimitar passed over his head, sliding off his rapier. He was pretty close to the son of Ladon now, and this was a risky move. He slashed forward, straight at his chest with his long-reaching sword. "From this, I've learned that you have a greater resource of that stuff around, but it's relatively harmless. Because this is so and the fact that it is black in color, it must be used to obstruct vision, yes?"
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 21, 2013 0:05:51 GMT -5
Carter felt the tension between their blades ease as Fang ducked away. He quickly drew back his sword, ready for an offensive attack from the vixen. "Not at all," he replied, laughingly, though he was very serious in mindset. Of course, he wasn't so much on edge aside from focus on their duel. He was beginning to like this being, Fang was the closest thing Carter had met in a few centuries to be like himself. "Correct! You get a gold star!" he joked, with a slight sarcastic tone, though he meant no offense. He was, however, very surprised at this fox's deduction skills - a real Sherlock Holmes. Of course, as most emotions were, this was a hidden thought, unportrayed in his tone and expression.
As the two continued, Carter, almost as an afterthought, added, "You shouldn't underestimate it, though. You'd be surprised how much we rely upon our sight to fight. Without it, well, most don't really stand much of a chance." He sidestepped, dodging the stab at his chest before countering with a swipe toward the neck.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 24, 2013 9:07:26 GMT -5
Fang grinned back at Carter, realizing that he was finding genuine enjoyment from their conversation/sparring session. It had been forever since a monster could entertain him, and he gave Carter props. But this fight would continue for a long time, he knew. He was a slippery eel, with enhanced speed. He would be incredibly difficult to catch, but the son of Ladon was skilled with his weapon- maybe more than he was. But just as he was impressed with Carter, he could sense that he had impressed Carter as well.
Fang moved backward quickly, his blade bouncing off of his with a clash of metal. He let out a small sigh of relief like he couldn't have handled that very well. "Scary," he commented, "But of course, we all don't realize how important something is until it's gone. I would understand your many victories now." His eyes glimmered with an unsaid evil and slyness to this fighting, but it also brimmed over with a thirst for knowledge, being pools of knowledge already at the same time. Fang was not a living Sherlock Holmes. Oh, no. He was a real live Moriarty.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Mar 6, 2013 22:09:29 GMT -5
Carter noticed Fang hadn't retaliated and took this as a sign the sparring was over. He lowered his weapon, a small grin snaking its way across his features. "I'm glad you've got the sense to admit just how much we rely on sight," he laughed, his guard admittedly lowering as he slowly grew more comfortable around this vixen. While he didn't quite trust him, he doubted the sly fox was stupid enough to truly attempt to harm him.
"So," Carter began, straightforwardly, "what's the story behind the tooth-sword?" He'd noticed the necklace, itself, the moment the two of them crossed paths. He took not it was in his hand the moment the Fang's sword extended, as well. Simple deduction reasoned the fang and the sword were one and the same. Whether Fang answered or not and just how he would answer would dictate just how he feels about it, as well.
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