WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)

[Outisakanobody]

Will stirred. 'Why in god's name did I think sleeping on a metal bench would be a good idea?' he thought to himself as he stood and stretched his acing muscles. He saw that most of his companions were still asleep. Eragon and Merc seemed to be having a duel, however, so Will grabbed a blueberry muffin and a glass of orange juice and sat beside Joe on a bench.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Eragon saw the kick coming and lashed out with his own leg to cut the attack off. His blow connected and sent his foes leg to the side. Eragons footwork remained flawless as he followed the momentum through to deliver a strike on his opposite ankle. FLowing gracefully around he settled back into a ready stance before the next phase of combat began.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

The Merc stumbled back. What... Impressive. Let's try...
Throw knives at him.
Maybe... aim to miss.
The Merc span, slashing his sword, and threw two knives, one on each side of Eragon before extending his arm.

 

[Zepherus14]

"Hey there sleepyhead, did pretty good there old-timer." Joe looked over at Will.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Leaning backwards to avoid the incoming slash and the two knives Eragon held his sword in one had and followed up with a swift attack. With his free hand he grabbed one of knives from the air, dulled it quicky and then threw it at the Mercs head. He intitial blow parried but the knife struck the Mercs head with a slight thunk. Siezing his chance Eragon wondered how he would deal with a flurry of strikes. Spinning his word in his palm he became a blur of attacks, parries and ripostes.

 

[Arrogancy]

Alek wasn't certain how to feel about Eragon now. The man claimed to be able to read minds, or sense them, or whatever. His biggest secrets had already been revealed, but that was with Joel, and he wasn't entirely certain how many of the party had actually been listening, and if they had, if they actually realized the significance of what they knew. Joel had been the one prying into this from the start, and even he seemed oblivious to what he knew. It was best to keep things quiet. No more people to know than were absolutely necessary.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Thank you." Will replied to Joe. "How have you been enjoying the duels?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

The Merc staggered. Eragon had begun spinning his blade. Damn... Let's play dirty.
The Merc created a small shield of ice, blocking the blade, then pulled out a black gun.
He raised it, and fired six shots.

OOC: Just so you know, the gun is firing blanks.

 

[Zepherus14]

"They have been really cool, I've learned alot!"

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

An ice shield? Eragon ceased his attack and moved swiftly back only to see the Merc begin firing at him. "Letta du Bullts" said Eragon as his palm began to glow through using magic. If the Merc used magic then Eragon would also. Eragon found it odd that he didn't feel his energy drain from stopping the bullets. Now for the ice shield. "boetq istalri" He spoke and with a motion of his hand a wall of flame flew towards the merc. He kept his hand on his sword and waited for the fire to dissapear.

 

[Arrogancy]

"Well, you're about to learn a lot more." Alek chimed in.

 

[Zepherus14]

"I didn't sleep, too busy!" Joe looked on at the duels. If Alek was right this would be one hell of a fight

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Bringing a gun to a sword fight, while, practical, isn't very sporting." Will said as he frowned at what he saw. "Morning Hunter."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Fire? And he isn't weaker...
Fight fire with fucking everything.
The Merc scrawled a symbol on his other hand with his index finger. Ice, Wind and Fire? That's a bit much.
SHUT UP!
The Merc encased himself in ice, and shot a wave of fire at Eragon, hurling a flurry of knives into it and firing the gun again. He fired a gust of air from his feet, and went into a cannonball-like position.
We're going to pass out soon!
Not if I'm in control.

Julia stirred. "This isn't a swordfight, Will. This is a practice fight. Eragon will come across guns. He needs to practice."

 

[Arrogancy]

"Like tackling your opponent during a duel?" Alek asked pointedly.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Still not very sporting." Will replied to Julia's comment. "And how are you today?" he asked her.

 

[Random berk]

Dromaues yawned and pulled himself into a sitting position. As he waited to warm up, he watched the fight between Merc and Eragon without concentrating.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"That's...diferent." Will said to Alek.