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Post by Aceiro on Oct 21, 2012 22:22:40 GMT -5
The momentary failure was quickly forgotten by Thried as the prince began to fight for the advantage once more. At this point Thried knew that it would be best to end this quickly as to drive the message of not under-estimating opponents home, but first he would have to regain the advantage.
Thried clenched his jaw and ducked his head as he took a small leap forward and stopped trying to throw Nyota over his head and give himself the advantage. Thried knew that when he got the prince to the ground he would have that advantage and likely would win the fight. It was that type of fighting that Thried was initially trained for and it was something that he had grown up with.
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Post by Kai on Oct 31, 2012 21:53:31 GMT -5
He was falling, and when he landed his opponent had quickly leapt forward. That was when he made an even worse mistake: panic. His thoughts were racing, Thried was on top of him, he was larger and stronger, the King was watching, Mahiri was watching. It was all falling apart. He was going to lose. He was going to be humiliated. His only thought was struggle to try and get up again. With his cool demeanour and confidence lost, it was a lot more like flailing now.
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Post by Aceiro on Nov 7, 2012 23:18:10 GMT -5
Thried knew that his chance was now. He saw that panicked look in the princes eyes and knew that the fight was almost over and in his favor. The half hearted flailing was simply taken as a small annoyance to Thried's level and collected mind. Thried swung a paw in a simple strike and back pattern across the prince's exposed side, trying to leave a mark deep enough to draw some blood and be noticeable but not enough to cause damage. Quickly following the small attack the rogue tried to place his paw on his opponent's neck and brought his muzzle close by as if to simulate a bite, feeling that if he actually went through with the maneuver it would be seen as an attempt to kill the prince.
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Post by Kai on Dec 2, 2012 18:45:08 GMT -5
"Enough" said the King, as the Prince was quite clearly defeated.
As soon as his grandfather signaled the end of the battle, the Prince was struggling out from under Thried's paw. He said nothing, but he was glaring daggers at the rogue. He could only imagine what his mentors would have to say about this. He looked to Mahiri to see if he could get an idea of what she was thinking, although that was unlikely. She had a professional poker face.
"It appears you were truthful about your abilities. I think you will be a useful addition to the pride, Thried." Hadhi continued.
He looked to Mahiri.
"Show Thried around so that he can become familiar with our lands."
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Post by Narifia on Dec 5, 2012 9:45:56 GMT -5
Mahiri gave her king an affirmative nod and turned towards Thried with a single acute step. "Come with me," she stated simply, then turned and began to walk towards the northwestern corner of the Busare territory.
If Mahiri had any opinion of the performance she had just witnessed--and Nyota could be sure she did--it did not show. 'Looks as if I'll be handing down two lectures this evening,' she thought with a sigh.
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Post by Aceiro on Dec 10, 2012 0:37:15 GMT -5
Thried heard the command that marked the end of the fight and he lifted his head from the lowered position and looked toward the king. When he felt the prince struggle beneath him, he stepped back releasing him.
"Thank you, King Hadhi I will not disappoint you." He turned toward the prince, noticing the glare but acted as though he didn't notice anything,"and Prince Nyota, thank you for a good fight."
He lowered his head in a quick bow before he turned and followed Mahiri, as he walked he pondered where she was leading him.
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Post by Kai on Dec 21, 2012 21:50:08 GMT -5
King Hadhi gave Nyota a look, but no words were exchanged. Nyota averted his gaze gritting his teeth. Wordlessly he vowed to pay Thried back for humiliating him in this manner. But first he was going to have to deal with Hadhi, and the worst was yet to come. Mahiri was far worse to deal with than even the ruler of the land. The price for this would be steep. He followed slowly behind the King so that he could be lectured in private.
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