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rejecht in destiny_odyssey

[Open Roleplay / Eldonsorth]

Oct 29, 2009 03:50

[Deep inside of the Temple's basement, Jecht was snickering as he watched the ball smack into the back of Zell's head. He glanced back at that stupid book everyone was using to see some large words show up. Jecht was halfway through writing a response when he felt a fist collide straight into the side of his face. Blood spewed from his injured nose ( Read more... )

jecht, [roleplay], tellah, zell dincht, eldonsorth

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hyperfists October 29 2009, 07:58:55 UTC

Smirking after his successful attack, Zell was caught off-guard by the man's immediate counter. He tried to pull up his arms to block the blow, but his stance wasn't where it needed to be either. He ended up taking the punch full-on. He was knocked off balance and fell to the floor. The pain was searing, and something smelled acrid, but he couldn't be bothered with it. His adrenaline was pumping too hard and too fast. He used his lower position to his advantage and tried to kick Jecht's feet out from under him with a sweeping motion.

rejecht October 29 2009, 08:05:49 UTC

Jecht was laughing heartily as the kid went down to the ground so easily. He had a particularly good quip in mind when suddenly the floor was misplaced from beneath him and he found himself joining the boy on the ground. Fortunately he had enough time to soften his fall. As he started scrambling back to his feet, he found the Blitzball within arm's reach and scooped it up.

hyperfists October 29 2009, 08:08:54 UTC

Though not a quick thinker in the classroom, Zell was always quick to think in a fight. Well, most of the time. He saw the other man reaching for the Blitzball, and he dove to grab onto the ball. That thing hurt a lot the last time he got hit with it, and he didn't want it being thrown at him again.

90mpofvengeance October 29 2009, 08:16:12 UTC

Still feeling a bit woozy from the lungful of poison he'd recently ingested, Tellah climbed to his feet, supported by his staff. His eyes twinkled. Those foolish boys were engaging in some macho nonsense, but he would teach them a lesson.

On second thought, perhaps he would just teach the ruffian shirtless who threatened poor Garnet's innocence with his very presence. Either way.

The old sage may not have been a powerhouse of strength like the others---what, were they fighting over a ball now?---but he did have his magic. Wasting no time, he chanted the spell.

"Berserk!" he announced proudly, precisely aiming at young, blustering, ball-groping Zell. Wait. Berserk? He had almost certainly meant "Protect." Well, too late now.

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