Post by Azrael Jiraco on Aug 29, 2006 10:20:20 GMT
After walking for about a mile towards the outskirts from the house that was demolished, Azrael finally caught sight of the mountains.
Hello mountains!
Azrael walked up an easy slope... Joan's hide out was well hidden, but not tricky to get to. He wouldn't have to worry about the rock climbing with no gear part. Just as well, being the fact that Joan was in his 90s.
After half an hour of walking through the mountains, Azrael looked around him.
Damn... Where was it again? He though, as he desperately tried to remember where the hide out was.
He suddenly noticed a figure behind him in the distance. He wore a hat and a leather coat.
...Austin?
Upon further inspection, Azrael realised that it wasn't Austin, but it was in fact a werewolf.
Azrael waited for the werewolf to catch up with him. He didn't want to be hunted all day.
Once the werewolf was in talking distance, Azrael spoke first.
"Greetings fellow traveller!" Azrael greeted.
The werewolf smerked.
"I thought I smelt a human in the mountains. It's not safe here you know. You should always bring a friend."
Azrael smiled.
"By a friend, you of course are relating to yourself I hope?" Azrael asked. But the werewolf just chuckled.
"Oh no... I meant a friend to help protect you from me!"
"... Oh, I see. Well, it just so happens I do have a friend. My trusty sword here..." Azrael was interrupted by the werewolf.
"So what brings you to the mountains my curious friend?"
"No offence meant, but that's really none of your business."
The werewolf drew a blade. Azrael sighed and did the same.
Why can't I ever meet anyone friendly?
Azrael sent two blows at the werewolf, and then a third major blow that Azrael expected would end the fight. The werewold blocked trhe first two, and narrowly avoided the last.
... That was fast, Azrael though.
The werewolf sent repeated strikes at Azrael, in which Azrael had to put effort into defending himself. The werewolf made a final high strike, which Azrael blocked, but the werewolf then kicked him to the ground.
Azrael stood up and dusted himself down.
"I have to apologise my friend. From first sight, I misjudged you."
The werewolf smiled.
"As did I. But that doesn't mean I will let you defeat me."
Azrael sighed.
It would be a shame to waste such a talented individual.
Azrael and the werewolf clashed swords again, neither getting the upper hand. A fierce melee ensured, in which Azrael realised that his offencive wasn't enough. Azrael rolled under a swipe made by the werewolf, and then rose with his sword to cut up at his spine, but the werewolf was still fast enough to block the attack.
"What does it take to kill you?" Azrael asked pollitely.
"A miracle!" The werewolf replied.
Hello mountains!
Azrael walked up an easy slope... Joan's hide out was well hidden, but not tricky to get to. He wouldn't have to worry about the rock climbing with no gear part. Just as well, being the fact that Joan was in his 90s.
After half an hour of walking through the mountains, Azrael looked around him.
Damn... Where was it again? He though, as he desperately tried to remember where the hide out was.
He suddenly noticed a figure behind him in the distance. He wore a hat and a leather coat.
...Austin?
Upon further inspection, Azrael realised that it wasn't Austin, but it was in fact a werewolf.
Azrael waited for the werewolf to catch up with him. He didn't want to be hunted all day.
Once the werewolf was in talking distance, Azrael spoke first.
"Greetings fellow traveller!" Azrael greeted.
The werewolf smerked.
"I thought I smelt a human in the mountains. It's not safe here you know. You should always bring a friend."
Azrael smiled.
"By a friend, you of course are relating to yourself I hope?" Azrael asked. But the werewolf just chuckled.
"Oh no... I meant a friend to help protect you from me!"
"... Oh, I see. Well, it just so happens I do have a friend. My trusty sword here..." Azrael was interrupted by the werewolf.
"So what brings you to the mountains my curious friend?"
"No offence meant, but that's really none of your business."
The werewolf drew a blade. Azrael sighed and did the same.
Why can't I ever meet anyone friendly?
Azrael sent two blows at the werewolf, and then a third major blow that Azrael expected would end the fight. The werewold blocked trhe first two, and narrowly avoided the last.
... That was fast, Azrael though.
The werewolf sent repeated strikes at Azrael, in which Azrael had to put effort into defending himself. The werewolf made a final high strike, which Azrael blocked, but the werewolf then kicked him to the ground.
Azrael stood up and dusted himself down.
"I have to apologise my friend. From first sight, I misjudged you."
The werewolf smiled.
"As did I. But that doesn't mean I will let you defeat me."
Azrael sighed.
It would be a shame to waste such a talented individual.
Azrael and the werewolf clashed swords again, neither getting the upper hand. A fierce melee ensured, in which Azrael realised that his offencive wasn't enough. Azrael rolled under a swipe made by the werewolf, and then rose with his sword to cut up at his spine, but the werewolf was still fast enough to block the attack.
"What does it take to kill you?" Azrael asked pollitely.
"A miracle!" The werewolf replied.
