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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:58 pm
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Persian looked over to Etsumi, an annoyed expression on her tanned face. "Why would we want to get involved?" She asked, looking back at the fight. "It was their choice to fight. Their choice to put their life in the line." She stood up, shifting all her weight to her right leg, while placing her hand on her left him. This entire thing was too stupid. To her, these were all just games, means of amusement. Even if they did get hurt, someone would heal them and they'd get back and fight again. I mean, that's how it was done in her home.
But a little thing nagged at her in the back of her head. It told her that if they got hit, no one would heal them. If they got attacked, they would have to deal with it. If they got fatally wounded... Well, then they died. Persian had always listened to the little voice. It had gotten her out of tight spots before, and she trusted it.
Her eyes continued to watch the fight. Persian's feet were planted firmly in the ground, for whatever she may choose to do. "Who cares?" She questioned, less sure of herself than before. You do. The little voice told her. "They can get out of it." Yet again, the little voice came back. By death. "They chose to do it." In order to protect themselves. "They don't need us." Her eyes looked to Jacob, and she frowned.
Liar.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:06 pm
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The fight started. Persian couldn't just ignore it now, could she? Her firmly planted feet dug deeper, and she kicked off. Whispering low incantations to herself, her right hand caught on fire. She followed the zig zag motion quickly, then pulled back her hand. The fire collected into a neat, little ball in her palm. Persian couldn't ignore it now... The little voice was cheering for her. She was standing up for something, which was most certinly an improvement from how she used to be.
Finally, she leapt up and threw the ball of fire. Coming down with grace on the ground, she darted out of the way. Her fireball looked plain, simply... Completely unintimidating. No matter, it was quite a force to be rekoned with, and Persian was sure of this.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:25 pm
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