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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 16:59:28 GMT -5
Saigo's face contorted with mild disgust at the appearance of the Scott, then with a cocky air he said in his own Russian accent that was easier to understand, "What did you say? I'm sorry I don't speak plaid, maybe if you spoke a little softer I'd understand."
Saigo sheathed his swords a drew a dagger that had a curved blade, its stature seemed to be quite small compared to the swords but Saigo was more skilled with it than the heavy blades.
"Oh, wait, you must be the first mate! So am I, I just rammed your pretty," saigo said answering the question without recognizing it.
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Post by Trey on Nov 22, 2006 17:04:20 GMT -5
McDougle stared at the russian, then did something unexpected. He laughed. "This ship is a brittish naval vessel, and is no prettier than a schooner, in my eyes. But at least it's not falling apart." The scottsman, who was now laying his accent on even thicker, nodded towards the sad truthless, "Like your little sailboat over there." Douglas swung his falchion in a single arch beside him, waiting for his chance to get a hand on the agile Russian.
Water sprayed the climber, who glared angrily at the boat before him.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 17:13:06 GMT -5
Saigo took a step toward the rope his grey eyes now waivering from the Scott's gaze.
His blade pointed down in his fist, the true way daggers were to be fought with. Many seamen knew not the art of dagger play but Saigo growing up on the mainland taught him how to fight properly better than any diryty self-taught garbage.
"Seriously I can't understand a bloody thing your saying, Maybe your should take some speech lessons," Saigo grinned.
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Post by Trey on Nov 22, 2006 17:14:02 GMT -5
"Understand this!" McDougle leapt towards Saigo, his massive arm reaching out for his neck.
Just below and behind them, a now thouroughly annoyed Trey dangled by his leg, having let go when seeing something... bizzare in the captain's quarters.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 17:18:38 GMT -5
Saigo flinched backwards and used the force of his being caught off guard to bend backwards, completely in half and flip over his foot aiming for the burly man's chin.
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Post by Trey on Nov 22, 2006 17:23:51 GMT -5
McDougle barely felt the kick. Saigo's agileness was his advantage, but McDougle now discovered that his own advantage was his massive amounts of un-hurty muscle. The scottsman let out a roar, his deep voice booming across both ships. Trey slipped a little at the unexpected sound. Douglas leapt back, away from the railing, his landing shaking the entire ship.
Towards the back of the ship, Trey made his way up. He was now a little more than halfway, and he swung back and forth as the ship rocked.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 17:30:30 GMT -5
Saigo's eyes went a little wide, this man was like Giganto back in St. Petersburg. Stabbing looked like it would be the only option.
Saigo reached into his puch and pulled out a few daggers and threw them at McDougle's shoulders with stunning accuracy, he needed to test the mans reaction time.
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Post by Trey on Nov 22, 2006 17:37:41 GMT -5
McDougle grinned. This was going to be fun. The daggers flew towards the scottsman's shoulders and he stood there, unmoving. Douglas wasn't an idiot, he knew he was slower than most men, but he did know his own strength. As the daggers whizzed towards him, he held up his forarm, allowing them to sink into his muscle. Those hurt more than he thought. He lowered his arm, plucking each dagger from it and allowing them to fall to the floor. A wicked smile siezed his lips, "I'm the Juggernaught, bitch."
Behind the fight, a now very exasperated Trey paused three quarters of the way up the ship for a quick rest.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 17:43:20 GMT -5
Saigo sighed and ran at Mcdougle springing over the man slicing at the back of his legs before landing nimbly on the railing behind the Scott. He looked down and saw Trey sitting there on a rope.
"Oi, ther you are," Saigo said before turning back around.
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Post by Trey on Nov 22, 2006 17:45:31 GMT -5
McDougle wasn't an idiot, he may be slow, but his mind wasn't. He saw Saigo and lurched mightily out of the way. Saigo's daggers bloody hurt! A thin line of blood appeared on the side of Douglas' calf.
Trey looked up at Saigo, "There you are mate! Help me-- ah..." But Saigo was already gone fighting. -_-
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 17:56:06 GMT -5
Saigo looked at Mcdougle and circled around the man until he could see his eyes. With a crossing slash he made a bold frontal attack at the man's throat. If this lasted any longer he was going to get careless and most likely end up dead. He winced at the thought but kept a focused mind on his footwork.
[[And alas a challenger appears]]
Polly hobbled around slowly sewing up men brought to him below the deck of the Truthless onehandedly. He wanted to be above but he knew better than most when it came to aking over the role of a kidnapped surgeon upon Trey's boat. He glanced out of the side porthole and saw trey sitting on a rope and his eyes went wide.
"Eh?"
He handed the needle to one of the other people who seemed to have some knowledge and grabbed Precious, his small black cat and jumped up the steps and crossed the plank spanning the smae boat. Most of the enemies were two shocked by the appearance of the legless, one-armed boy with a kitten hobbling freakishly fast across the deck.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 17:56:44 GMT -5
[[Okay to be continued post to your hearts content... just not like 5 pages. Ciao]]
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 22, 2006 18:16:00 GMT -5
Bella was quite busy at the helm. She was oddly protective of her position. There was something fierce, something maternal about the need to keep this place safe. She liked the idea. She was a flurry of ruffled silk and white as she kicked and scratched her way through man after man, dreaming of Mother Belladonna all the while. She should have known better than to dream in the midst of battle. Some whelp caught her in the back with cold steel. She felt it rip through her flesh and screamed. In the same instant she turned and aimed for the attackers throat. He was not faster than she, he had simply caught her off guard. Her nails dug deep and she tore with all her might. The man fell, clutching the gaping wounds and gurgling his last breaths. She flicked the gore from beneath her nails. "I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP!" She hollered, spinning round to land a kick square in her newest adversary's chest.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 18:25:04 GMT -5
[[<3 I love Bella you rock Melon]]
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2006 18:41:56 GMT -5
[[post by Trey at Spam's house yes we are actually best friends]]
McDougle jumps back, leaning over slightly to dodge the knife going towards his gut. The knife curves back around, heading towards his ham-sized throat. He leans back to avoid the attack, but falls over with a thump.
The captain of the truthless notices polly shuffle across the plank and quirks an eyebrow. "P-polly?"
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