<font color=orange>Okay, a kinda cheeky post... For starters, your last couple of posts were considerbly worse than mine, so in theory you shouldn't just be able to main my character. But you still took a hit, which is good, and you avoided the attack in a realistic manner. Plus, this post was very good, good enough for you to get away with it at the very least. So, nicely done.
Just a tip, you stated that Yahto was hoping that Christian hadn't freed himself, but didn't say what he was going to do about it if he was, leaving yourself a little bit open.</font>
Christian leaned down and carefully worked away at the ice with Hope. Carving the ice into an almost new set of boots, Christian listened carefully. Yahto may have been extremely acrobat for his size, but he was still a big, heavy man and that meant his foot steps made considerbly sound to anyone willing to listen.
He sensed Yahto moving behind him, closing in on where he would be most vunerable, he listened as Yahto cautiously strafed around to his side and then his rear... suddenly, there was a grunt and a large slab or ice came flying out of the fog, straight towards Yahto's face as Christian swung his leg backwards and the ice flew off of his foot.
He was aware that Yahto wouldn't see the ice until late, and there was a thud and a cry as the ice smacked into him. Now that he was perfectly certain of Yahto's position within the fog, Christian flung his leg round to gain momentum and distance and then brought his other foot, still incased in ice, around in a large, powerful round-house kick that smashed the ice squarely against Yahto's head and sent his sprawling to the ground.
<font color=blue>"An equally nice try..."</font> Christian whispered morbidly, moving silently around the arena, his light, padded boots absorbing the sounds of his movements, <font color=blue>"But when vision is lacking... I <i>always</i> have the advantage..."</font>
Christian heard Yahto moan and took it as a sign of his quickly regaining focus. Christian then became aware of two choices... he could either pounce of Yahto again, now...
Or he could play mind games. When the enemy is confused - trick him, when the enemy is frightened - surprise him and when the enemy is frustrated... attack him.
Christian changed direction, slowly circling where he could hear Yahto was.
<font color=blue>"We can stop now, if you've had enough?"</font> Christian called while still moving. He changed diection again afterwards. Without allievating the fog, Yahto would have no way of getting an accurate reading of Christian's position. None-the-less, Christian held both his blades across his body and crouched down low, ready to deflect any attack and then spring past Yahto if neccssary.
<font color=orange>Seriously, let me know when you've had enough, because I can't think of anything else worth teaching you right now. At least not until you've gotten some real experience and then you probably won't need me training you anyway.</font>
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Well done DL, you did really well. I don't see much point in posting a formal ending, so we'll just leave it here.
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