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Started by Carthrat, January 08, 2005, 11:00:21 PM

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Dracos

Cosgrove takes note and shifts, keeping up the offensive and trying to force Livingstone towards his comrade out of curiousity.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Carthrat

With the light in his blade, Livingstone seems to have no real trouble parrying Cosgrove's attacks. Cosgrove knows Livingstone is fast- but not *that* fast.

Purple sparks shoots out as his short sword clashes with the rapier, and the holy glow seems to vanish quickly.

Clive has set up some kind of warding shield, sending Fitz's arrow ricocheting off dangerously close to Cosgrove..
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Dracos

Cosgrove frowned and focused on meeting the magical blade with his short sword as much as possible, using his long sword to keep Livingstone from being able to go on the offensive.  Focused on his opponent, he didn't even flinch at the near miss.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Carthrat

Livingstone curses as Cosgrove artfully parries his longsword with his shorter blade, and slowly starts backing away, beginning to fight more defensively.

With a sudden surge of power, however, Clive throws the entire room into darkness. Cosgrove can't see at all (though he can hear Livingstone's feet moving), and Fitz feels his arrows of light wink out.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

baka

Fitz curses and his gaze darts this way and that, as if he might be able to see in some direction. Having no luck, he draws on his Goddess' support, begging some of her Light.

Dracos

Cosgrove uses his stealth skills to move silently and slowly in the darkness towards the left (assuming he remembered the left as open), listening to try and pinpoint either Livingstone or clive.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Carthrat

Judging by the sound's of their feet, Livingstone has moved back to the stairs- rather slowly. Clive, however, is running, and not crashing into much; he's running after Livingstone.

Richard and the Golem are, by all accounts, stumbling around with no idea.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Dracos

Following the sound of Clive's feet, Cosgrove moves until he judges himself reasonably close and swings out in a wide arc, planning to catch the man even if he misjudged while keeping his own footsteps as quiet as possible.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Carthrat

Cosgrove's blade swings through empty air- and clashes against an upright blade.

It wasn't a parry, more like hitting a stationary object- Livingstone must've been holding the blade in that fashion in any case, as opposed to just as Cosgrove attacked.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Dracos

Cosgrove hopped back.  "You know, Livingstone, this terribly ruins the fight."

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Carthrat

"I'm as miffed as you are," replies Livingstone, sounding annoyed. "Honestly, Clive!"

"Shut up and kill him, for crying out loud," shouts Clive. "This isn't a bloody tea-party!"

The darkness evaporates all of a sudden, and Livingstone's blade glows a bright white. Clive blinks.

Cosgrove notes that Livingstone is as shocked as he himself is- he obviously has no control over the blades effects.  Clive is standing just behind Livingstone, and he's also shocked.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Dracos

Cosgrove blinks, his eyes adjusting back to the light.  "Nifty toy you got there.  Care to get rid of your yelping foreign mutt first before we continue?"

Cosgrove readies to parry the blade with his short sword.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Carthrat

Livingstone pauses for a moment.

"Gladly," he says, annoyed. "This fight isn't much fun. I suppose I'll have to talk to you instead. What a drag.

Clive, get out my house."

Clive blinks at that, then looks at Livingstone as if he's lost his mind.

"You're going to regret this, Livingstone," he says, a sneer in his voice.

Livingstone snorts. "Cosgrove, get out the mans way. The door is that way, Clive."
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

baka

Fitz blinks in the returned light, and quickly takes stock of the situation. Watching Clive carefully, he notches a glowing arrow and holds it pointed at the ground, but ready.

Dracos

Cosgrove steps aside, glancing at Clive  "Dog, be thankful.  If we cross paths again, I'll be sure to remember your yelping interference."


Dracos
Well, Goodbye.