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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 8:22 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:00 pm
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Kire Kaysan Kerrigan_dragon As the fire ball approaches she curses again and dodges quickly to the side. Guess he's not the chatty type of bad guy, she thought with a mental sigh. []iThose ones are so much more fun to fight. She then walks up to him, and slashes his back with her claws. *As her claws slashed his back, his disappears as his dragon changes back into dragon. It returned back to his master's sword. The rider watched them from atop of a large tank* The male is the target,so be gone female! Oh I have fans huh? how sweet whee *His sleeve falls back revealing his skin and a second arm comes out and slashes the rider across the stomach while he used his other arm to send a slash down his back with the scythe*
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 7:49 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:05 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:30 pm
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"Nice to meet you, don't mention it, I'm Cthugarai, and I think I can do one better." Cthugarai rambled off with a look on his face that resembled a smirk. Standing he shouts towards where the two people were earlier, "Stay away from the tank!"
A couple quick serpentine steps got him within reach of the tank, and with a mighty thrust, his spear sunk into the metal like it was made of paper, ice quickly spreading through the surface, Cthugarai, concentrates hard and the ice begins to spread faster, encasing the occupants and the entire form of the tank in razor sharp crystals, pulling back his spear there's no trace of where he made contact with the tank.
Feeling winded from the exertion he takes a defensive pose, his back to the tank, barrel over his head covered in small crystals.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 8:01 pm
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