Niell jumped back as the blade grazed his neck, making a cut that drew no blood. His eyes widened in surprise. "I thought there was a rule against killing your apponent," he said turning an angry gaze on Tahlavain.

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"The rules changed when I saw the markings on your blade..." she said in a grim voice. "Besides, they can heal even that... if they wanted to once they found out who you were." She slammed both her blades against his with such heavy force it would have been hardly expected from her. Knocking him to the ground she kept her blades locked with his and smirked slightly to his face, "besides... I have supreme permission to kill if I see fit in a situation involving someone I do not trust and I see as a threat to my people..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Niell couldn't help but wince as his injured back made contact with the ground. He was concentrating all his strength on keeping her blade at a safe distance, it was proving rather difficult with only the two small daggers. "So your saying that they would kill me if they found out who I was? What if they knew that I was the one that warned you about the poison."

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Tahlavain narrowed her eyes again, forcing the blades closer to his neck. "I myself think that was just a trick... it would be mighty hard to prove that you meant well, after actually letting your so called friend go and do as he wished..." She gritted her teeth as one of his blades cut into her hand.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"If you thought it was a trick then why did you have the drink taken away?" Niell questioned in a quiet voice.

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"Because I believed you. I just believe it was a distraction...." but doubt had already begun to spread in her mind. She spoke slowly, "If you call this match off... and call me the winner... I shall not have to kill you, and I will keep silent... or perhaps if you wish, we can fight until one of us too severely wounded to continue... but we will not let it go as far as death." her left arm gave way slightly, the pain from the slice showing in the expression in her eyes, but she still held the locked blades firm.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"I refuse to forfeit the match," Niell said. "We've come too far for that now." He brought his legs up silently and pushed out hard. Kicking her off him. He got hurriedly to his feet, sheathing one of his daggers, he drew his sword.

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Tahlavain winced as she was pushed back, her shoulder slammed into the ground. She rolled quickly to her feet, her dark hair clinging to her face. She wiped it away with her arm and stood ready, sword horizontal and dagger held point forward. Her dagger arm trembled. "So be it... "

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Alassea sighed, and to her annoyance, a cloaked man walked headlong into her. Piveting around at her heel, she shot a glare at him.

" Pardon me." He walked briskly away, nearly stumbling as he did so. It was the one who had spiked the drinks...Alassea had no time to recognize him, but her gaze followed him. He was making odd motions with his hands, as if trying to snatch Niell's attention. Though he was cloaked and hooded, she could scarcely see a dire expression in his eyes as he waved almost frantically.

She leaned back, and whispered something in the Elder's ear.


[ Okay, I don't see how I'm going to make a difference in this rp other than by doing something like that; so..I hope it's okay. ]

(haha! ^^ we're getting the battle on with... someone's gonna give soon, then you can battle the victor, wheee fun! lol)

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~Cyclist in Training~

(Though I do want the battle to go pretty far, as planned, till severe injury... ^^ *is nasty* lol... however it goes, I don't mind. You need something to do in this rp so go ahead... lol... though I rather like the elder... *snatches elder back* Elder: O_O ah! I'm a free elf! Leave me be!... Me: ^^ I was just kidding... anyway... haha, sorry I'm being random. Nothing to do...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

[ Cha. Well, thanks. (: <Sighed.> La la la...]

Tahlavain's eyes narrowed as she saw the cloaked person motioning to Niell. She didn't want him to be called away just yet. This had to be settled. Using foot work, she positioned it so Niell's back was to the cloaked man. Rushing Niell, she clashed her sword in her right hand with both his blades and thrust her dagger forward, angling towards his left side. She barely had enough force to make the strike with the dagger, but managed, grimacing painfully as the blood flowed steadily from her shoulder.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Niell sidestepped to the right, narrowly avoiding the dagger. He swung his sword around, making a small cut on Tahlavain's leg. "One of us has to give eventually," he said softly. "Do you think the judges will really let us hurt each other?"

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Tahlavain flinched and stepped back, "we've already hurt eachother, and you saw the last duel... the one went out hardly using his leg. Besides... as far as I take this is as far as they'll let it go..." She stepped forward again and swung her sword at his midsection, using her dagger to hold back his blades.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~