forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Perfect… You knew what I was going to do and moved your blade to block it. Defensive maneuvers will save your life,"

"Is that why's the saying the best offense is a good defense?" Lillian asked him.

"Well yeah. If you're only focused on taking a stab at your enemy, you leave yourself open to attack… Which brings me to my next point, you should try your best to turn yourself so your side is facing our opponent, it makes you a smaller target,"

"Smaller than I already am?" Lillian responded with a slight quip attempting to follow his advice.

Darren chuckled, "yeah, I didn't think it was possible either,"

"I really don't think it would be possible," Lillian replied with a little laugh.

"I really don't think it would be possible," Lillian replied with a little laugh.

"The next tip is power but you have to remember that power only works if it's directed in the right places. So find your opponents weak point and strike there,"

"Got it," Lillian said for a moment before pausing, "And I'm guessing I find that through observation?"

"Mostly, yes," Darren agreed. "They'll likely guard their weakness more. Nonetheless, everyone, even 8 foot demons, have one,"

"I find that unlikely, but sure," Lillian shrugged for a moment.

"Well… Don't worry about hurting me but, find my weakness," Darren knew she didn't know about his left knee that he injured sophomore year playing football. When he stood in his 'fighting stance', he kept it tucked behind his other leg as far from the opponent as he could get it. He also had protected his his midsection (as does everyone) as a trauma response to that one time the boi get stabbed there.

"Okaay," Lillian couldn't tell if his stance was normal or by choice. She scanned him for a moment trying to see if she could spot anything glaringly obvious while getting into a stance of her own trying to see if by doing it herself she could figure out what was different. And she also didn't know what to do from there.

Darren smiled and raised his sword as if he was going to attack her, "In a fight you aren't going to have time to stand around and stare, you have to analyze while you fight. If you find a weak point, use it to your advantage. Strike it or something," One good hit to the knee would be enough to cause him to stumble.

(For Jacks)

Ryan woke up in a sweat on the living room floor. His eyes opened but he couldn't move. He tried to speak but he found himself unable to do that just the same. He worked on his breathing as not to panic and scanned the room for Belle. Where is she?

Belle came out of the kitchen, holding her children in her arms as they fed. "Ryan? Sugar, are you okay?" There wasn't much she could do with two kids attached to her body but she could at least let him know she was there.

Sometimes after transformation, control over the body wasn't an option as it switch hands from Convel to Ryan. It would take a moment for either of them to regain control. Ryan put all his effort into blinking to show her he was okay. He never took his eyes off of her. If he was to be stuck here, at least he had a great view.

(Implications are magical)
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Her cheeks turned pink as she looked away from him. "Stop staring like that. It's like you're trying to burn holes through my chest."

(Aren't they)
Ryan managed a smile and a twitch in his finger. He was regaining control quickly this time. He cleared his throat and tried to speak but it just came out a slow whine like a caged dog. He wasn't there yet.

"Take your time, don't hurt yourself." She focused back on her children, sighing contently when they finished and brought them back to the kitchen to set them down and clean everything up before bringing them back out and sitting next to Ryan. She laid Delilah on his chest and took Matthew for herself. "There. Daddy's little princess can help him out of this."

"I feel fine," his voice was raspy, he really had to force it out. He was able to lift his arms and enough to hold his daughter.

Belle ran her fingers through Ryan's hair. "Shh, don't push yourself. We've got time." She kissed his forehead gently, trying not to let her worry show.