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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:08:35 GMT -5
Once the wood pieces were swinging at a desirable rate, Mivelle began to actually attack them with the scabbards of his blades, careful not to cause them damage. The wood pieces would begin to swing faster as Mivelle would have to dodge them, while swinging at the other pieces. This was increasing his agility and evasive abilities by the second as he started to struggle in dodging these pieces.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:11:35 GMT -5
Mivelle suddenly felt a pain strike him from behind, as one of the wooden pieces swung into him. These pieces were quite heavy since they were made from slabs of tree wood. From being struck from behind by the piece, it slammed Mivelle into another wooden piece that was closing in from the front. Mivelle got hit from both sides and stumbled backwards then was hit from the side which knocked him over completely.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:13:19 GMT -5
It would've been better to stay down until the pieces eventually stopped swinging, but Mivelle tried to make it to his feet. He stopped at his knees for a moment to look for an opening to stand up and attack, but was hit once again from the side and was knocked back down. Mivelle rolled over onto his back in order to look upward at the swinging pieces before actually standing and endangering himself for nothing.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:15:02 GMT -5
He saw a slight opening for a split second and did a flip to get back onto his feet and held out his scabbard with hands on each side of it to block the oncoming wood piece. He managed to block it but was struck from behind once again, though this time his force from pushing against the front piece would equalize him enough to keep him standing. Atleast for the moment...
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:18:31 GMT -5
Once the force from the front side piece subsided, Mivelle fell to his knees momentarily stunned from the pain in his back, but quickly regained his composure knowing he would be hit again if he didn't. He gave a quick backwards swing with his scabbard at the piece which knocked it backward swinging into the air. He hit it so hard that the vine in which it hang began to bunch up instead of swinging it. From seeing that, Mivelle knew that piece would come down hard but couldn't focus his attention on it at the time. He turned quickly to do the same to another piece, and attacked another piece that was swinging from his side, then blocked one coming in from the right side.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:20:45 GMT -5
Mivelle didn't calculate the time correctly and could not return himself to the direction of the first high-swinging piece and had to drop his scabbards quickly to block with his arms, which was successful until he was sandwiched inbetween two other pieces. He held in his yell and instead quietly grunted, as he once again fell to his knees. While on his knees, a heavy wooden piece came swinging in from the right front side, knocking him over completely.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:22:55 GMT -5
He coughed a little from the pain and lied there as he watched his vision going black while the pieces above swung overhead. He wouldn't allow himself to faint, not at this time. He slowly reached for his scabbards and gripped them tightly, rose to his feet, being slammed by atleast two of the pieces but remained rising to his feet until he finally managed to stand.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:24:58 GMT -5
By now the pieces weren't swinging much at all, especially since colliding with Mivelle which greatly slowed their momentum. Mivelle lowered his head and stood inbetween the very slow swinging pieces. He began to gently nudge one of the pieces. That nudge turned into a push, then a shove, then an all all force against it as if to rip the vine it was on. Mivelle dodged this piece as it came flying back toward him and allowed it to collide with the other pieces which sent them all flying in their own directions.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:27:40 GMT -5
Mivelle jumped back inbetween the swinging pieces whenever he saw an open chance and began swinging at them in all their directions, not once having to dodge. He was constantly slashing at them to force them to fly all around him. This was practicing the quickness of his offense. Finally once the pieces were swinging at full speed and force he tucked his scabbards away behind him and held onto them which kept his hands occupied behind his back.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:29:40 GMT -5
He began dodging the pieces coming from all directions. It was rare that he would have to untuck his scabbards to block and repel. For the rest of the time the pieces were swinging, Mivelle kept dodging and evading them to practice his evasive capabilities along with agility skills.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:33:53 GMT -5
Once the piece's swinging speed began to slow, Mivell untucked his scabbards and began attacking once again to get them back into full motion as well as practicing his offense. Mivelle's slashes didn't let up against the pieces. He never once had to defend this time, he was quick and desicive enough to attack each and every piece on time, and powerful enough to repel it regardless of how hard it came swinging down toward him.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:37:23 GMT -5
Mivelle feeling confident of his offense skills continued practicing them to the most near perfection his abilities would allow him at the time. He continued attacking and repelling the pieces that he would never have to move or dodge, he would only center himself within the middle and spin or twist his body. Sometimes having to lightly jump in order to turn faster.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:41:01 GMT -5
Finally after practicing his offense and feeling confident that the pieces were swinging fast enough, Mivelle switched to evasive defense. He would keep his hands tucked behind his back along with his scabbards as his did the first time, but this time, he dared to keep his eyes closed and try to "sense" the oncoming pieces..which would further practice his sixth sense as he was earlier while walking through the forest with his eyes shut.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:43:50 GMT -5
As soon as shutting his eyes he felt a severe painful strike to the face which made his darkened vision of his inner eyelids turn to blurred colors for a split second. He stumbled backward but tried to focus his senses once again but didn't have time as he was struck from behind and tossed forward. As he fell forward he was struck back backwards by another piece of wood. Mivelle fell to the floor.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:46:06 GMT -5
He kept his eyes closed and didnt bother clutching his wounds. He tightened the muscles in his face to replace wanting to clutch and rub the pain away. He stood to his feet and felt the wind of a wood piece fly by his right side, somehow he knew it was coming before he stood. This gave him the confidence that his sense had returned as he moved out the way from the same piece swinging from behind. He then backstepped to avoid the piece coming in from the right side.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:50:51 GMT -5
He sidestepped to avoid one coming from his left and very quickly forward stepped right afterward to avoid a piece flying in from the back left side. Mivelle spun around to avoid another swinging piece. It seemed Mivelle had suddenly perfected this technique to the point that from the distance it seemed as he were performing a beautiful fluid-like dance..as if he were performing a sending.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:54:07 GMT -5
Suddenly a flashing image appeared in Mivelle's mind, and he quickly untucked a scabbard from behind him to defend from a wooden piece that was less than two inches from his face once opening his eyes. He turned around to block the rest of the blocks and decreased their momemtum to the point of no movement. Mivelle decided he was done with this exercise for the moment, strapping his scabbards back onto the side of his belt and sheathing his blades which were sitting off to the side somewhere. Quietly, light rain began pouring down...Mivelle once again looked down at his hands as the rain drops splashed against his palms. He lowered his hands and closed his eyes, looking upward, it seemed as if the pain of his injuries began to gradually fade..
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Post by mivelle on Mar 17, 2008 22:50:41 GMT -5
Mivelle stood with his eyes closed, listening to the quiet sound of the pouring rain...gently falling from the atmosphere landing against the soft leaves of the forest trees. His senses were improving as he could hear the raindrops splashing against the pond nearby.
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Post by mivelle on Mar 17, 2008 22:50:54 GMT -5
It was getting quite cold, he shivered as he felt the rain increasingly seeping through his long, wavy hair. A deep inhale the silent warrior's lungs took, as he opened his eyes to peer at the darkened clouds above.
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Post by mivelle on Apr 6, 2008 21:14:46 GMT -5
Feeling like he did enough work for the day, he decided it was time to rest. He continued to stare into the darkened clouds as the rain drops splashed against his face, sometimes into his eye. He closed his eyes to let his lashes clear the water from themselves, and looked downward at his necklace and embraced it with his left hand for a moment.
*sigh*
Mivelled turned to walk away, heading towards his small one room cabin he built to call home.
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