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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 15, 2006 13:07:51 GMT -5
Moving his hand out to catch the sword by the hilt he would form an angry scowl on his face. Jumping down he looked to Anduin.
"You are right. I always thought Tyreal and Selina were lucky. Always with their fathers. I always wondered where you are. Why mom had any faith in you coming back was a wonder to us."
Anger boiling though him now, grey eyes were just like Anduins, though Turin would never admit to any feature that was like his fathers.
"Mom could teach me, she plays with her weapons all the time. She refuses to. And for what? Me to train with you?"
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 15, 2006 13:41:32 GMT -5
:He shakes his head slowly, his face emotionless as he slowly draws his weapon, an elven longsword. He takes a fighting stance as he looks to his son: You ever think for a fact that your mother never told you the whole truth about why I wasnt here? Did you ever think of that?: He then lunged forward with his weapon, beginning the training with a surprpise attack:
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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 15, 2006 13:46:44 GMT -5
As his father lunged forward Turin would meet him with his own surprise, twisting to the side he brought his knee up and the hilt of the sword down.
"Mother taught combative skills. Sword skills are supposed to be from you."
Growling lightly as he moved away from Anduin, looking towards him.
"She wouldn't talk of it. You killed her soul and expected her to tell us everything."
Raising the sword as he held it tightly within his grip. Anduins son was as strong as he was, if not someday stronger.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 15, 2006 13:57:43 GMT -5
:He let out a low growl as he stepped back, then feinted toward Turin's right side, then quickly spun around swinging the sword towards Turin's left side as he spoke: Did she tell you of the other men she slept with while I was away? Or the fact that I didnt leave of my own volition? You tell me son? Who was hurt more, me or her!?
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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 15, 2006 14:00:42 GMT -5
Seeing the sword swinging to his side, he figured his father would try to kill him. Quicky he moved his own sword down to his left side, blocking the hit as he looked to Anduin. Smirking evilly, oh gods he had inherited his mothers evil side, or a portion of it.
"You probably couldn't satisfy her father. Do you blame her? Do you blame my sister or I for hating you?"
Sheena didn't hate, but it was a realization for Anduin. Turin hated him right now.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 15, 2006 14:05:18 GMT -5
:He grits his teeth at Turin as he speaks once more: It had nothing to do with satisfying her, stupid boy. Do not presume to know everything when you dont. Besides, I satisfied her well enough, or you wouldnt be here!: He then swung his sword one-handed at Turin's right side, then, using the distraction, slammed his left hand open-palmed into turin's chest:
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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 15, 2006 14:08:09 GMT -5
Turin was hit hard by Anduin, not having expected the attack. Shaking his head he quickly got back up, eyes seeming to be in flames.
"Woman dragons get pregnant on will, what makes you think that you satisfied my mother at all?"
Taking a better grip on the sword, he didn't know much about frontal attacks, he was better on defense then offense. Turin wanted to hurt his father as much as he could, let him feel the hurt that Turin felt. Jealous of Selina and Tyreal, their father was there for them.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 15, 2006 14:11:43 GMT -5
:He shook his head as he heard Turin speak, then held his sword out. As he did this, flames swirled around the blade, forming an ura of fire around the weapon as he spoke: I have seen more hurt in my lifetime then you ever will. Nothing you can do can hurt me Turin. : He then let the flames die on the blade as he turned away: The lesson is over for today...
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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 15, 2006 14:14:59 GMT -5
"That's right, return to your woman. She is more important then your blood."
Throwing the sword onto the ground he walked to his mare Lilly. Jumpping up onto her back as he was fuming. He leaned forward a bit, pressing his face into the mares mane. Calming himself down. Growling to himself. Anduin made him mad.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 15, 2006 14:18:16 GMT -5
:He turned back to where Turin had thrown down the sword, then walked over and picked it up. He placed it in the scabbard he made for it as he looked at Turin. He called to the boy from where he was: You obviously hate me, so theres no point in practicing if one of us might kill the other...
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