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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 28, 2006 22:13:01 GMT -5
Emma managed to hold back the indignant sputter which dearly wanted to escape her after Barbossa's comment,but her eyes narrowed slightly,betraying the fact that he'd struck her again.She knocked Barbossa's blade away with the buckler in her off hand,a little more forcefully than was necessary,then ducked downwards,aiming a sweeping kick at his ankles.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 1, 2006 12:58:19 GMT -5
Further down the alley a lone figure stood. Her left shoulder was pressed against the wall of the tavern. Arms and legs crossed, her hat was tillted down shading her face against the glow of the torches. No man could say that her shape not at least pleasing, and as one drunk passed by her on his way to the arena, he gave a low whistle. The head and hat tillted up, revealing the face. The man gasped, and two seconds later was dead... a knife to his right eye.
Kat calmly pulled her weapon from the dead man, and wiped it clean on his shirt. She re sheathed it in her sleeve, and continued to watch the fight between Emma and Barbossa. Kat longed for a good fight, but practically no one here was a match for her skills... well truely... she had never taken on Emma or Barbossa... and she doubted that she ever would. Emma being her best friend, and Barbossa not being worth her time.
Maybe someday, someone who favored using the knife in the back tactic as much as she did, would come to challenge her... but for now... she was content to watch.
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