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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:48 pm
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Rini gave a short laugh at the cloaked man's reply, grinning and shifting her attention away from him -- back to the spar. Her eyes briefly darted to the boy training nearby and then the white-haired newcomer, arching an eyebrow at the later. She followed his gaze to this "Tenshi Ronnel", studying him for a moment before a soft, mental groan sounded from behind her. A bright smile crossing her face, Rini turned to spot the ethereal shape of her fiance. Giggling lightly, she stepped over to him and reached up as if to cup his face in her hands, though she could not actually touch him. Her hands would go straight through if she tried. "You don't look so good, love," she observed.
To anyone else in the field, it would look as if Rini was speaking to no one -- holding nothing -- no matter how they viewed the scene. An active Byakugan might pick up a faint shimmer of chakra, but nothing substantial -- no more than a ghostly, featureless shape.
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Points Remaining: 570
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 8:08 pm
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The great fighters legs were planted to the ground like tree, and would take more than a mere kick to knock them out. As her kick collided with this left leg, she would feel the metal that coursed through his veins, and would stop the attack from happening. "You are thinking to basic, Aki." Mikyo exclaimed as he took a few massive steps back, putting his arms in an offensive formation. Both hands were bent at the elbows, the left, which was in an open palm form ready to deflect attacks was extended further than the right, which was clentched in a tight fist. This was Mikyo's favored stance in any battle, and has proven victorious more than once. "Now attack again."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:02 pm
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