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but the swords you guys are talking about here are probably different than the ones he’s used to using. That would be funny.
Yeah, Nahim is making a crystal sword like he uses, but they’ll probably make some normal weapons too, because they don’t have many materials. We were thinking it would make sense for them to give crystal swords to less skilled people to compensate.
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“So are we rattling off lists of things we’ve survived now?” Zahlin said. He glanced at the other two. “Get out of the way and don’t run for Fennin.” He glared at Nahim. “He has no right to stop us.”
Nahim stared back, shedding his armor to make the fight more fair.* He drew his sword, the green blade glowed and even pulsed as Nahim readied himself for the fight. This was the same blade he had used to kill the mormaka, and Vorgan, and many Nanians. It was the same blade he drew when he charged into the Nanian ranks at the Second Invasion of Laxan. This blade had a history of death and destruction.
“You don’t know who you are talking to Zahlin. I am no normal lord.” His eyes seemed like fire with an almost evil glint. He charged, and the two blades clashed in an awful sound. Metal clang and crystal sang, the strained against each others strength, their faces lit by a glow of green.
*Nahim can by command cause all his armor to drop from his Mithweve suit. There’s like a quick glow and flash at the edges of the plates and it drops. His doesn’t have any straps, unlike some.
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To explain Nahim’s statement, this is a portion from my book…
Nahim carried the traits of a true son of Nayhelm. He was a full-blood Realn, a descendant of those who charged behind Emperor Aradin against the consuming dragons of the Realn Isles. Of the same blood as those who sailed the great sea about Wond. A child, by a thread, of those who made the Realn an entire nation of warriors. He had a thread of the blood of Thurston, first Emperor of the Realn. And he never showed more than a fraction of the great hero’s blood that flowed even a little bit in his veins.
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Their blades clashed. Neither seemed able to gain an edge. “I can tell that,” He grunted, attempting to stab around Nahim’s guard. “A normal lord would already be dead. I admit, I’m not sure which of us will walk away from this fight.”
If either of you do. The Sword added.
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Nahim
Nahim smiled. “At least I have an honest opponent. And honestly, I think that we can match each other.” He swung in from the side, but was blocked. Zahlin stabbed and Nahim moved to the side, letting the sword miss him by a couple inches. “I usually have defeated my opponents by now.”
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If anyone wants to help with the RP doc, I can send you a link (I’m not just going to post it, because I want to put it somewhere where it can be deleted afterward, to make sure random internet surfers don’t get in.) note that your email will be visible to the other people, in case anyone has a problem with that.
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“I usually have defeated my opponents by now.” Nahim said as he dodged Zahlin’s strike. Zahlin hung back, looking for an opening. “Not against me, while with a splitting headache.” He said, attempting to strike again, “Not against me at all.”
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Nahim
Splitting headache was right. Nahum’s head was complaining about the sudden movements. But he kept on, dodging, blinking, striking, missing. He studied the style Zahlin fought. It is good, skilled, practised, expieranced. He didn’t hold his blade like he had learned more recently, no, Zahlin was taught when he was young.
By the way, Nahim’s left arm is weaker, especially in the shoulder, since his shoulder was crushed and had to be replaced once (long story, but that’s where he got his green sword).
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