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    [justify]Serenity was finally figuring out how to use that dagger she found nearly a week ago now. The mute girl was, yet again, on the beach because it was cooler here and the sun was oh-so-hot. She was slicing at air, a small smile on her lips as she did so. Occasionally she'd try it out on a pile of sand or a rock, but the sound it made as it went through the air was much more satisfying.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.5pt;][size=26pt]★[/size]Athy had been walking along the beach when she heard swooshing from up ahead. Curious as to what was making the noise, the canine went to investigate. The girl soon reached Serenity, who was slicing at the air with her dagger. "It looks like you're having some fun." The gladiator smiled.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The african mammal remembered when the fea had found that dagger. Now he came padding slowly up, tryoing not to grimace as he moved. "Nice, finally learnt how to use it? Now you can go mess up some *ers. " He inquired to the BoneClanner, tipping his sepia head ever so slightly as he stood beside Athenia.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 360px;][justify][size=8]"Careful. Wouldn't want to cut yourself," Ramsay intoned, eyeing the blade with a mild fascination. She handled it well, and it looked like she knew it. He smiled thinly, which seemed to be one of only two types of smile that he had. "Knives like that are really meant for stabbing, not slicing. Deep thrusts," he muttered, as if he was offering advice. "Of course, just ramming a knife into someone puts you in awful close proximity," he added, voice suddenly a lot more cheery, "But, well, risk is reward!"[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px]Fun. Was she having fun? Kind of. There were other things she could be doing that were a lot more fun, but this was necessary. Necessary and productive, not just sort of fun.


    Serenity set the dagger down and her green gaze flickered over the trio who arrived, giving a small, slightly uncertain smile. She finally learned how to use it and now she could go mess people up. That was not at all how Sere pictured it. In her mind, she only learned how to use it because she didn't want to be utterly defenseless all the time. Oh well, he could think what he wished to.


    And then the last one. Cut herself... well, she did that enough already. Then advice was being offered and the tigress was fully enraptured in his words, ears perked and swiveled forward slightly, jade colored optics widening. Stabbing, deep thrusts, potential danger but also potential reward. She thought about it for a moment, head tilted curiously. Perhaps. But, she didn't plan on stabbing anyone anytime soon, so it didn't really matter at the moment.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]Ramsay's cheerful advice unnerved Duskmire a bit, but he did his best to ignore it as he sat down among the small group. "Looks like you're, um, pretty good with that thing. To me, anyway - I don't know anything about knives." his voice was soft and unsure; he didn't know how she would take such a thing. Glancing nervously to Ramsay once again, Dusk mentally scolded himself. He shouldn't fear Ramsay, he told himself. That creepy knowledge about weapons and the best way to flay your opponent was probably just a front - and they were in the same Clan for goodness sake, they were all allies here. He had nothing to fear in Ramsay or Serenity and her blade. "Maybe we ought to have a weapons spar soon. With sticks or something. You two seem to know, uh, your blades - maybe you could teach us all something before the raids."


    [spoiler=tags][b]BASICS —
    Duskmire | male | 24 months
    homosexual homoromantic | domestic feline
    BloodClan gladiator | SunClan warrior
    Zerogravity x Freedomfighter (current body)


    POWERS —
    Elemental (Fire), elemental pelt, molecule manipulation, ability to take away pain, eye + custom pelt manipulation


    APPEARANCE —
    Tall, short furred solid cinnamon tom. Muddy amber eyes. Narrow and sharp features; he always looks nervous. No notable scars.


    BRIEF PERSONA —
    Mostly easygoing | Somewhat quiet | Cynical
    Impulsive | Intelligent | Emotional
    Fears failure | Tries really hard | Sentimental


    BATTLE INFO —
    Medium physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | attack in bold

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px]Teach? Fear flooded her veins and her eyes widened. Nope, nope, nope! She shook her head rapidly at the offer, ears flattening against her skull and her tail curling around her. She actually dropped the dagger, just managing to jump out of the way before it landed on her paw.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]How chatty everyone was put him on edge, and the thought of becoming chatty himself even worsened it. Royal blue visionaries looked the weapon as the girl twirled it about, a small hint of disinterest marring his eyes. Blake never liked weapons for he was more fond of his fighting with teeth and claws. On the contrary to how he acted in the clan, the male loved fighting. Taking his frustrations out on an opponent felt good, but sadly was he not feeling up to the task today. "Hello," the boy greeted in a meek manner, head hanging a bit low to the ground.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-6/cur572.cur"), auto;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border:0px;width:430px;height:auto;padding:0px;text-align:justify;line-height:130%;]Talia quite fancied blades, she had to admit. Although her claws and her antlers were more than enough to pierce and tear through skin and flesh, there was just something different about having a weapon on her grasp, an extension of her arm that could deal just as much damage as she did. Admittedly, her prized possession was a scythe she had received when she became a reaper of souls, but the bastard sword forged in the name of the Pendragons had to be her absolute favorite. It had a fine balance, with a pommel fashioned into the head of a dragon and the family crest carved onto the blade itself, just above the crossguard.


    You are very good with a dagger, hummed the ten-foot hellhound as she approached, picking the fallen dagger from the earth and offering it back to Serenity. As she did so, the archdemon canted her head to one side curiously, having registered the prior conversations held about battle tactics with a dagger. It hard a short blade, and she agreed, one would have to get close to land a blow. Proximity is just as much an advantage as it is a disadvantage. If you know how to move your paws fast enough, you have the upper hand. There was a second of silence before she added, Or you could just throw it from a distance.[/fancypost]
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