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Post by angel on May 10, 2008 16:55:43 GMT -7
Jeyka blushed lightly at the sign of thanks which was usually not received. It wasn’t often that she wa rewarded for her deeds and she didn’t bother to remind anyone, being the humble little mouse maiden that she was. Her eyes sparkled happily as she slowly got up to follow. ”Hey, wait for me!” She called back at him with a gentle giggle, quickly pulling her bag back down to her side. Her tail lashed form side to side as she ran after him and soon running past him. ”I’ll race yah there!”
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 10, 2008 18:54:12 GMT -7
Wynn chuckled to himself as he heard the mousemaid shout for him to slow down. 'As long as I keep going at this pace,' He thought to himself. 'I won't have to worry about her catchi-' He was interrupted from his thoughts, though, as the sight of the smaller friend in front of him stopped him in his mental tracks. "Err... hey! No fair!" He grumbled some more words and chased after her, his red tail like a flag waving behind him. As he caught up to her, he slowed down and frowned to her smaller body. "No fair with the suprising!" He stuck out his tongue and started to pull ahead of her.
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Post by angel on May 10, 2008 22:31:36 GMT -7
She laughed at him and quickly sprinted forward as she found him a bit farther ahead of her than she thought. ”Hey!” She quickly pushed off with her hind legs and with a single bound, She flipped in the air, over his head. Her braid twisted around her as she controrted her body into a round ball-like form before landed skillfully in front of the red fox. Her black eyes glimmered as she sped up faster than him. ”Ha!” ’Never pass a swordwoman.’ she thought to herself as she looked back at Wynn before touching the front entrance to the Great Hall, a smile flickered upon her face. ”I think our little race was quite fair, Wynn.” She giggled gently, whiskers twitching at the excitement and the rush of play with the fox.
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 11, 2008 10:39:35 GMT -7
Wynn relished the feeling of winning, and he could see the entrance just ahead! Smiling to himself he reached his hand out to touch it, and tripped over his own footpaws as Jeyka front-flipped over his head and reached the door before him. Getting back up, he pouted and walked towards the already won finish line. "Yeah yeah, fair enough. Ms. I-can-do-flips-over-every-beast." He smiled though, and nudged her with his elbow. "I could still beat you in a fight anyday." He opened up the door and held it open for the younger mousemaid.
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Post by angel on May 11, 2008 10:47:12 GMT -7
Jeyka giggled as she walked through the door. ”Nothing can beat good training.” She said as she stopped to wait for Wynn. At the sound of his challenge her ears perked up expectantly. ”Oh really? You think so?” She asked raising an eyebrow in a playful expression. ”Don’t amuse yourself. I think a little mous elike me can beat you whenever I want.” She bragged, still in such a playful manner that she couldn’t help but add a giggle here or there. But she was a bit full of herself, knowing that Wynn, being the Champion of Redwall was quite strong and she could learn a thing or two from the large beast.
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 11, 2008 16:47:23 GMT -7
Wynn smirked and nodded, walking in after her. "You're right there." He laughed out loud, causing a few stares to come to his direction. Blushing, he chuckled and shook his head. "You think you could beat me? Well, Missy, I don't see the title of Champion of Redwall in your fur now, do I?" He poked her in the side and started towards the kitchen. "You coming? I need something to quench me thirst!"
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Post by angel on May 11, 2008 17:22:01 GMT -7
Jeyka nodded gently, a sly grin placed upon her face. ”Even so, I could always out-whit you, Mr. Full-Of-Myself.“ She laughed, quickly walking into the kitchen, curtsying politely to the head chef, before filling a glass up with water. ”Besides, I think that bow of yours will break at the blade of my sword.” Jeyka handed the water over to Wynn as she imagined a battle between their weapons.
(Ugh, So bad. ><)
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 12, 2008 17:11:28 GMT -7
"Ha! out-whit me? Never! I have the best tactical thinking all around Mossflower Wood! You know it too. And thank-you!" He accepted the water with a wink and a sly smile. Finishing it in one breath, he put the cup down and wiped the water off his muzzle with the fur on his arm. " 'Sides, I could beat you in a battle of distance, and I could probably disarm you in close-combat. Do you know where all of the pressure points are on the body?" He hoped he had her there. He learned the extremely hard way of finding them.
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Post by angel on May 12, 2008 17:21:03 GMT -7
Jeyka pondered for a moment as she thought about her own skills but unfortunately he was right, she was one skill short. She shook her head gently finally feeling defeat weight upon her shoulders at the fact that she had no experience or any knowledge on pressure points of any creature’s body, being the simple mouse she was. No one ever told her anything about that nor had anyone told her how to fight. She usually figured these things out herself. ”Fine, I guess you got me there.” She pouted letting out a giggle slip through her mask of disappointment. ”But even so, I could always beat you if I try.” She said turning her muzzle toward him, tail flickering back and forth with their little argument.
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 12, 2008 17:31:54 GMT -7
A laugh and a raising of the arms was required to gloat in his single winning. "Hah! Finally something that I can do!" He stopped, realizing a couple stares were directed at him... again. Turning the winning arm raising into a casual stretch, he faked a yawn and smacked his lips. "But you know, I win a lot of things like battles. Especially battles against small mousemaids who think they're better than a keen fox." Hr grabbed her tail and ringed it around his fingers. "You know, it's in my blood to fight battles, even mroe so to fight them in the dirtiest ways possible. So how exactly would you think as to beat a fox. One who is much larger than you, more experienced in combat, trading, and trickery?" He poked Jeyka's tail in a few spots before letting go of it.
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Post by angel on May 12, 2008 17:39:13 GMT -7
Jeyna let out a faint yelp as he grasped her tail. She tried her best to pull it away from his grip but true enough, she was much smaller and not as strong as the sly fox. She growled faint as she listened to his taunting words yet only knew that they were plain and hollow words used often in a gloat. ”Well, If you knew any better like a true gentleman, you know not to do that to a lady!” She growled in a light tone as she grasped her now, limp tail. She let out a sigh and lowered it onto the ground, careful to see if it would perk up with feeling again. ‘Is that what he meant by pressure points?’ She thought to herself with a grunt.
She brushed her dress lightly then looked up at Wynn straight in the eyes in a challenging gesture, a determined smile upon her face. ”If you think you’re ‘all that’ then come and fight. Lets see how much of those words are true or not.” She said ready to grasp her sword and slash at him, yet being an experienced swordswoman she knew that a proper fight was resumed outside not in a kitchen.
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 12, 2008 17:49:22 GMT -7
A smile flickered to his face as Jeyka taught him on how to be a "True Gentleman", as she put it. "I can be true when I want to, I just don't do it when i'm joking around." The next words she spoke were the ones he was waiting for. Watching her paw go near her sword hilt his teeth glinted as they were shone upon the world. "If it's a fight you want, missy," He reached into his tunic and took out a small dagger he kept in there on an inside belt around his chest. He flung it in the air, watching the light reflect of the blade as it swung in the open air. He caught it with extreme accuracy and smiled with great wickedness, that somebody who was entering the kitchn fled and ran. "You'll be getting a fight."
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Post by angel on May 12, 2008 18:10:59 GMT -7
Jeyka smiled at the thought of this challenge. She watched with a gentle laugh at his little trick and the creature than ran out the door at the sight of it. Entertaining and quite expert-like but what she was waiting for was the trick was that if he could bring her down like he said he could. ’All just smoke and mirrors…’ She thought positively. ”Lets go.” Jeyka flicked her tail finally having the feeling return to what most call an extra limb to all those creatures with this extra appendage. Her eyes sparkled as she unsheathed her sword, the blade glinting bright in all it’s finely crafted glory. The sword itself was quite amazing with the rare blue-grey and lightweight metal and the swirling design. Just as well, her name was crafted upon the thin blaze that was stretched out, long and flexible. The handle glowing in all it’s leathery glory that had was clearly worn yet was still as beautiful as ever. This was the sword she had made for herself for months on end, day upon day and hour upon hour. She worked her paws to the bone to get the sword to look this way and she worked diligently just to get it done with the image in her head and the thought of the gleaming blade in her hand. And soon enough her image became true and bold into the sword she wished, and that sword she could never part with at any time of her life knowing that she and the weapon had been through a lot together from the beginning she had come to Redwall. And her interest in making the sword had come from her interest of swordplay.
Jeyka quickly rushed outside, tail trailing behind her excitedly. She couldn’t wait to see the fox’s skill pitted up against her own yet countless times she had watched him train and fight on the battle field. From time to time she would admire his skill and truly he earned the title of Champion of Redwall. Jeyka continued her way outside of Redwall Abbey until she reached a nearby meadow, which was were she usually trained day after day to keep her skill up. She stopped sticking her sword into the ground, ears perked and eyes searching to see if Wynn followed behind her even through her great speed.
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Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 14, 2008 15:21:17 GMT -7
Wynn watched as she accepted his challenge, and as well as she unsheathed her sword. Looking at the long blade, he smiled softly, and nodded in approval. "It's good lookin', but you can't beat my bow." As she walked away to go outside again, he scampered up to his single room dorm to get his bow, his quiver full of arrows, and his special bombs which he had made with simple ingredients, like onion juice and the powder from them. Along with Flour dyed black so it was a miniature smoke bomb. Strapping them onto his belt, he patted them, and sheathed a dirk he had as well, putting the sheath itself onto his belt side. He walked to the corner of his room, where he had a desk with a chain on it, and on the end was a small locket, the only thing left from his mother, He put it around his neck and left the room.
On the way out of the Great Hall, he stopped in his tracks, looking to Martin's Sword. Since he was the Champion, he had the right to take the sword and use it in the aid of battle. He looked to his weapons, eyes mostly settling on the dirk that was as long as his arm. Looking back up to Martin's weapon, he sighed and took it, putting the belt across his back, but underneath his quiver. Walking back out into the sunshine, he had to block his eyes since he forgot how bright it was on that day. A couple folks had followed Jeyka outside, wondering why the mouse readied her sword no doubt. Walking towards her, he drew his bow and notched an arrow onto it. All the arrows he used now were dulled at the tips, so much as they wouldn't penetrate. But enough so they would leave a large bruise in their quake. Smiling, he lowered the weapon and stepped a little whiles away from the mouse. Coughing, he looked around to the beasts that had gathered to watch what they were doing. "Uhh, you know... you can still back down if you want to. I mean, you are going to lose you know."
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Post by angel on May 14, 2008 16:18:21 GMT -7
Jeyka glanced around at the gathering crowd for a moment. Many different creatures had come to see the rousing fight, even the small sparrows circling overhead had come to rest upon a branch to watch. Yet she stayed as calm as ever as her thoughts directed toward the many weapons along Wynn’s body. As he pulled back the arrow in his bow, she noticed that familiar sword hanging from his belt. ’Martin’s sword!’ She thought in surprise. It seemed to have passed her mind that, as the champion of Redwall, Wynn had all the right to take the legendary warrior’s sword. She hesitated slightly for a moment remembering the many adventures that the sword had been through and pulled through each time. But she shook her head and stood firm, sword still ready in her paws. She herself had only her sword and her dagger at her aid while many weapons allied the young fox. Jeyka shook her head once more, finding the thought of losing hard to erase from her mind. ’I’m going to win.’ She thought firmly to herself over and over again. At the sound of his gloat, Jeyka let out a laugh. ”Oh really? You think you will? Well I’m going to prove you wrong.” She replied strongly without fault as she braced herself and got into a steady stance.
But then something came to mind. ”Oh wait!”Jeyka suddenly remembered, placing her sword back into it’s leather sheath. She quickly bent down and pulled up the edge of her dress, uncovering a black material around her ankles. She unfastened the strings and with that the small black weight beg fell to the dust ground. The bag was made out of leather and filled to the brim with heavy sand and pebbles from the beach shores. Jeyka let out a sigh of relief as she unfastened the second one. ”Much better…” She murmured delightfully before kicking the sand bags away and unsheathing her sword once more, getting ready to fight. ”Now I’m ready.” She said with a firm nod, ears swiveling forward and whiskers twitching excitedly for the battle.
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