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Post by oroan on Sept 18, 2010 19:20:08 GMT -5
Oroan watched the human during it's interesting battle dance. To say he wasn't impressed would be a lie. Unlike many other fiends, he had been taught how to fight instead of mindlessly attack his foes. It gave him the ability to actually appreciate what he was seeing. Few creatures got through this display, they seemed to become weaker as time went on. Oroan figured it was likely that the human's perfumes had a hand in this.
However, Oroan was not ignored by the creatures gathering around them. After only a few moments, he began to work in tandem with Aschen. His moves were not as graceful. They were sharp and he left little more then blurs behind as he moved. The claws on his feet were used along with those on his hands. "It seems there is something of a larger gathering of creatures." He stated as he impaled yet another grat which came at him. "I cannot help but think that this isn't by mere chance." He added as he flung the dead beast away. He kept alert, wondering what else might be approaching, the thought of one of the large bipedal lizards approaching increased his blood lust slightly.
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Aschen Windseer
Moogle
Equanimity - Screw it, try it all, I say!
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Post by Aschen Windseer on Sept 19, 2010 12:40:26 GMT -5
Deciding to keep the act on for a while, Aschen stopped his attacks and peeked behind his fans. And cursed loudly in his native slur of a language. "Piss, ah mixed m'goods! Lemmie check it again!" (she?) he squeaked in a panicked tone, as he moved away from the fight to 'review' his perfumes. "This one 'ere's bait! Ah'm lookin' fer th' exact counter!"
A few hasty, if not a bit clumsy, switching around in his belts were followed with a pair of vials getting pitched and swatted with a folded fan to crash apart near Oroan. "Clearin' an' fadin', but we ain't out yet. 'Ope th' lizzie ain't noticed yet, ah'm no good with 'ose." he said, dashing in to land a few kicks on a Grat. Or rather, lied, but only a bit. The perfumes did seem to make the enemy lose interest, but only in the sense that they scurried elsewhere if not engaged. As for the wandering dinosaur, Aschen secretly prayed to the goddess for luck: if it were to just notice them, after all the commotion, that would be his excuse to escape the area unaccompanied. As for keeping that way, speculation onto Oroan's nature would have to guide him the rest of the way.
Retreating back to his usual back-line tactical support function, the gypsy's fans spread wide more of their poisons, helping to mow down the remaining few. "Well, 'at's th' las' o' 'em, ah guess. Ah really need to practice wi' my perfume orders some more, since ah normally keep outta trouble." he said, between fatigued pants. After all, 'she' was just a small girl. "Need any wounds treaten', or wanna hide?"
Fortunately for him, his prayers were just to be answered.
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