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Eolande
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(I'm fine with taking it all as attempts... That's how I've always learned how to do combat RP in other RP communities.)
When her shot hit, Kristen was sure he would be dead. A mistake she made. Kristen had been losing a lot of blood from her arm, and by now she was feeling quite woozy. Her vision blurred as the man approached. She was feeling.... Weak. And hell, maybe a bit giddy. How strange, very dangerous too. "You bastard..." She growled, her voice like gravel. "You dishonorable scum... Parasite. I'll fight you till my last breath!" She felt the poison burn her neck as it touched her. She knew that the slightest movement would bring him to sink the blade into her. She was speaking mostly to disguise her mouth movements, because just then, she spat, aiming for his eye. If is hit and distracted him, she would curl her body away from the blade, so much so that she would be able to maneuver her foot near her head, and kick his wrist, hopefully pushing his weapon away. She knew this guy was even more ragged than her.
If this was all successful, she would draw her daggers and stare him down. "I won't do you any services and speed up your death," she would say. "You can suffer just the way you are."
When her shot hit, Kristen was sure he would be dead. A mistake she made. Kristen had been losing a lot of blood from her arm, and by now she was feeling quite woozy. Her vision blurred as the man approached. She was feeling.... Weak. And hell, maybe a bit giddy. How strange, very dangerous too. "You bastard..." She growled, her voice like gravel. "You dishonorable scum... Parasite. I'll fight you till my last breath!" She felt the poison burn her neck as it touched her. She knew that the slightest movement would bring him to sink the blade into her. She was speaking mostly to disguise her mouth movements, because just then, she spat, aiming for his eye. If is hit and distracted him, she would curl her body away from the blade, so much so that she would be able to maneuver her foot near her head, and kick his wrist, hopefully pushing his weapon away. She knew this guy was even more ragged than her.
If this was all successful, she would draw her daggers and stare him down. "I won't do you any services and speed up your death," she would say. "You can suffer just the way you are."