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Post by needle on Oct 15, 2012 18:26:12 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] Needle "Well, well, the big brother guild leader has shown up!" Needle hadn't really expected him to show up. To make matters worse for the female player she hadn't found her way out of the desert to reach the Inn yet either. "So, you're here for revenge. Hoooow cute." "..." Gizamon looked to her then to the opponent Digimon, slowly baring his teeth at the Agumonn. His HP wasn't full, while the fight had been rather one-sided, the Dokunemon had gotten a couple hits in. All he could do was place his trust in his tamer now, something he was reluctant to do. Needle gave a slight nod when the look was thrown her way, her eyes still focused on Masaru. There was a grin stretching her lips, and an easy way she stood that spoke of confidence, or maybe arrogance. She knew how to fight, she was getting a handle on it. While Masaru looked and acted like the type that would fight she wasn't too worried. He was still a brat after all, and she'd dealt with brats before. "A gentleman I see, giving the lady first blow! Unfortunately I'm not a lady." She was half-tempted to test how long he'd wait to let her have the first blow. That was only a fleeting, brief notion though, one that didn't really mesh with her style or wants. It looked as though Needle had gotten her wish for a stronger fight though, no matter how small the increase in power was. The PVPer swept her right arm in front of her, letting the left extend into the air behind her as she bowed to her opponent mockingly. She'd do her best to make him regret that decision to let her have first blow, even as she privately approved. As Needle straightened up and her arms lowered one of her boots dug into the sand beneath her. Gizamon crouched a little lower, muscles tensed. >>Jump, throw sand in his eyes, rip 'n' tear.<< She privately ordered her Digimon, the grin on her face persisting as she knew Masaru could see her lips moving but couldn't hear the words she spoke. The furred amphibian obeyed, ordering his body to launch himself at the flat-nosed Digimon. He'd land just shy of Agumon, digging his claws into the ground. He shoveled up sand on the back of his claws and flipped it at the opponent, seeking to fill his face with sand. In the next beat he would fling himself forwards with a snarl, aiming to dig into Agumon's body with claws and teeth.
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