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Originally Posted by
PattyH. 
Dropping the parchment, Prometheus watched as it exploded in shades of purple. He knew that this was going to be a physical fight; however he knew he would be alright. Prometheus had been taught martial arts by his father and many other teachers, through out his life traveling the world.
Now wishing he had not worn such tight clothes, Prometheus consider for a moment taking off his shirt but decided against it, perhaps a bit rude he mused to himself. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over to the wall. Breathing deeply he heightened his sense, not knowing when or from which direction the fight was to come.
He stood ready, his body poised for the fight.
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Originally Posted by
harita Laura stepped in for the next the task.And it was all plain and wooden and then she sat down on a ricktey chair and looked up just in time to listen to man in front of them from the mirror and then began to listen to him.
She watched his movements with his broom carefully and nodded as he continued to speak about gobstones and magic paper.
She got up and took the parchment in her hand and read and scanned it quickly before the parchment bursted into pieces.
She looked around and walked towards the broomstick nearby and ran her hand over it.It had been so long since she rode one.A small smile crept her face
an obstacle?...hmmm... she thought looking around again and looking at the magic paper and the gobstones near by.
"I'll be with the two of you just as soon as I finish with this lot," smirked Alistair and he went back to dealing with the men.
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Jack Mannequin Ronan was getting irritated by nobody wanting to work together to get past this but just to attack the man in their way by any way necessary.
He tightened his grip on the broom in his hand incredibly ignoring the gobstones since the man had called him out on them being in his pocket. Turning to the other men, Ronan arched his brow. "Shall we get to it then?" he asked lifting up the broom and stepping forward to try and attack the arrogant man before him.
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Originally Posted by Zellanna
Were they all stupid? They seemed only insistant to state the obvious and talk things over. At least some of them had started to follow his example. Think on your feet, people! All of this was thought in the space of time between his blow and his opponent's counter...
The first man (Jack Mannequin) was just watching them with a broomstick in his grasp, so Alistair shrugged his shoulders and focused all of his attention on the man who was now on the attack (Zellanna).
He raised his broomstick and there was a loud crack as he blocked the blow.
"Ah, now that's the spirit! Again!"