Posted by Armand on November 15, 2008, 10:47 pm, in reply to "Forget Jesus... I am your personal God;"
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Armand hasn't taken his eyes off of Ahriman. He isn't that ignorant. The attack to his flank wasn't really something he could avoid, by nature of his attack, and hurt certainly, but he would acknowledge the pain when it was all over. To do so now would distract him.
He catches the motion out of the corner of his eye, having expected a retort of that nature, though he was surprised that he would use both. Nostrils flared he kicks back a little with his own legs, not a full force kick because he hadn't been able to properly through his weight forward, but just a little deterring kick which pushed the blow up above his knee and into the muscle. Torn and bruised muscle could heal faster and easier than a broken bone. He couldn't avoid it entirely, but at least now it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. After the blow had struck it's new destination he pulled his hind quarters forward in a brief but painful trot forward a bit.
But it was over, and so he let himself relax, turning to face his opponent. It had been a fairly decent fight, and he determined that even if he was determined to be the loser that he wouldn't mind having Ahriman for a teacher. He was certainly talented and worth learning from. If not than he would still have Armand's respect. The bitter chilling cold was helping to numb the bite and pulsing pain in his leg. He honestly couldn't say which would win this fight. He had been bold, but that is his personality. The bite to his flank was regrettable, but he didn't think he'd done too badly anyway. He'd just have to wait and see..
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