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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 5, 2004 14:51:22 GMT -5
"Very well."
Bassarov steps toward the Finnish man. He bears him no hatred and is not compelled to fight either of them. He waits for him to attack first.
"I always like Finland. I grew up only a few hundred miles from the border."
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Post by Lemminkainen on Jan 5, 2004 14:54:19 GMT -5
"I am not so fond of your country, man." I walk forward, this should be an easy fight. It feels so good to be fighting a Russian again. This is where it's at. I swing my long sword and it makes contact with his sickle. "Alright dude, ready for some ultimate pain? Let's see if you can keep up with my mad moves!"
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Post by Genki on Jan 5, 2004 14:54:51 GMT -5
"you are right, everyone has good inside of them Hope. It was mean of me to say bad things against Bassarov. I was just worried that maybe he hurt your feelings."
we walk together. Ahead I see Lemminkainen and Zex about to fight Bassarov.
"don't they ever learn! fighting isn't the answer...I have to do something. this is just so wrong....!!" i say in shock.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 5, 2004 15:00:43 GMT -5
The Finnish warrior is skilled with a sword. His stupidity in life is not carried into battle. Bassarov notes that he is quite serious and quite focused on the fight. An interesting contrast. Who is the strange Finnish fighter, Bassarov wonders to himself.
Bassarov gracefully swings his sickle in arcs and curls of silver. The sword meets the sickle blow for blow. They fight like this for a while, neither making the slightest mark on their opponent.
"This will call for other measures." Bassarov says as he summons an orb of dark energy.
He throws the orb, which exlpodes at Lemminkainen's feet. Lemminkainen bounces backwards, but remains standing. He is quite agile it seems.
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Post by Lemminkainen on Jan 5, 2004 15:17:33 GMT -5
Whoa! That blast almost hit me, I have to be more careful. "Well, it looks like you're not so weak after all. I guess I will have to use some of my ultra-cool powers too." I swing my sword, and as I do, a huge gust of wind blasts out of it toward Bassarov.
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Post by Hope98 on Jan 5, 2004 15:18:50 GMT -5
I watch them fight. Lemminkainen is quite good at fighting. Bassarov isn't bad either. I am not certain what action to take.
I glance at Genki, he looks very angry...angrier than I've seen him before.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 5, 2004 15:31:31 GMT -5
Bassarov is blown backwards and lands on his back. He pulls himself up and gathers some more dark energy. He throws it at LEmminkainen, and he falls backwards.
Bassarov charges at him with his sickle and hits him in the chest. Bassarov withdraws the bloody sickly from Lemminkainen's chest.
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Post by Lemminkainen on Jan 5, 2004 15:38:26 GMT -5
"AAAh! Paska! Paskiainen!" Man, that hurts! I decide to finish this... Give it an ol' Finnish finish. I transform into my giant goose form and flap my wings, sending a hurricane toward him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 5, 2004 15:47:09 GMT -5
The wind gust slams Bassarov into a tree.Bassarov's head is bloody. He is disoriented. Above him he sees a giant blue goose.
Blood blinds his eyes. He gathers energy for a final attack.
"Poshol ty k chortu!" Bassarov says angrily as he releases the attack.
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Post by Lemminkainen on Jan 5, 2004 15:58:57 GMT -5
A large energy blast knocks me from the sky. I hit the ground hard, and take on my human form again. I am bloody and sore. Who is this Jerk? I lift myself to my feet and draw my sword once more. "Let's finish this now."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 5, 2004 16:02:12 GMT -5
Bassarov limps slowly toward Lemminkainen, bloody sickle eager to gash the Finnish warrior to shreds.
Both are bloody and broken. Bassarov musters his energy and runs toward Lemminkainen. He swings his sickle gaining momentum for a final blow.
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Post by Genki on Jan 5, 2004 16:09:15 GMT -5
i have to end this fight. I finally step away from Hope.
"Ultimate Diplomatic Skill!" i shout.
Bassarov and Lemmy are stop in their places.... they are blinded by a flash of blue light.
When the light subsides they look confused...even brainwashed. This skill takes away a person's desire to fight for 24 hours.
"The fight is over. I hate fighting anyway. there was no point in any of it."
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Post by Lemminkainen on Jan 5, 2004 16:14:19 GMT -5
"Whoa! What happened? I feel all fuzzy. Hey, why am I covered in blood? Man, I feel like I was run over by a train. I think I need to take a nap. Hope, Genki, what's going on?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 5, 2004 16:15:14 GMT -5
Bassarov stands in a stupor of confusion. He can not remember what he was just doing, but he does feel an overwhelming sense of peace and balance.
He glances at Hope, who is standing behind Genki.
"I have to go. I have things to do. "
With that Bassarov walks off, never to see any of them again, or at least that was his intent.
"Now to find Lightmer Whitmer....." he says to himself as he boards a train.
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Post by Asher on Jan 5, 2004 16:22:01 GMT -5
"That was most impressive."
Asher walks up behind Genki and pats him on the shoulder.
"And intersting skill of peace you have there child, very nice indeed."
Asher steps over to Hope and hands her a scroll. "You left this behind. You ran off so fast I didn't have time to give it back so I had to come find you. Here, let me help you there."
Asher grasps Lem and straightens him up, patting him on the back.
"You got roughed up there a little."
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