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A quick introduction of myself and a few associates of mine


For real though, I'm a Brit who dabbles in most genres of roleplay, but tends to go for fantasy and sci-fi in particular. I prefer high casual, but will use a more or less advanced writing style if I like the concept.

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Saddaj was glad when he finally managed to hit the woman, even more so that his risk had paid off. He had stabbbed her around her stomach, hopefully the pain would slow her down a little. He reacted quickly to the thrown knife, ducking under what could have been a fatal attack. However, while he was righting himself the woman created a deep wound across his bicep. It was painful, but he got his spear-stave into his left hand, in a short-hand position, before it fully settled in. He couldn't be expecting to use that arm for much in the near future. Being right-handed, Saddaj's ability with his spear-stave was diminished, though he had trained for situations like these and was highly skilled even now. Still, he'd prefer to keep his distance and focus on ranged attacks. He retreated a few steps, then all at once the sandstorm froze and drew in to a cloud above his head. He formed it into a column and blasted it towards his opponent. A direct hit with the rough sand would be horribly painful for her, unbalancing her and potentially knocking her off her feet, while ripping her skin all over. While Saddaj knew she might dodge it, the potential of the attack was too high to ignore.
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Saddaj knew he wouldn't be waiting long for an attack, and here it came. Wait. Now she had two knives? Magic seemed the most likely answer, but he had been caught unprepared, and paid for it. He heard her coming, and began to parry. He struck her right elbow with the blunt end of the spear-stave, sending the attack wide. However, the action left the outer side of his left forearm open, and he suffered a long, though shallow, cut along it from the woman's other knife. Thankfully no arteries had been opened, but the pain was certainly distracting. She would be expecting him to retreat, and whether that was a wise decision, it was certainly unwise to be predictable. So, instead of breaking under her assault, he pressed forwards when she tried to move out of his vision, lunging forcefully in a long-hand stance, hoping to catch her off-guard by his sudden, risky, movement.
I wouldn't flinch in horror upon looking at you immediately
Surprises? Saddaj could do surprises. It was clear already that, due to her speed, no warrior would be able to fight this woman conventionally. But Saddaj was not a conventional fighter. What good is speed when you cannot see to use it? With the desert on his side, wisdom would triumph over haste. So Saddaj struck the ground, hard, with the blunt end of his spear-stave, the resounding thud of metal on rock echoing through the valley. A thick cloud of dust rolled out from Saddaj, making vision inside a large radius of where he struck the ground useless. He gripped his spear-stave in a short-hand position in his right hand, with his left hand out for balance, and ready to enter a long-hand technique if necessary. He watched the area around him, alert. Though he remained still himself, he would have to rely on his ears should the woman attack him. While his clothes, designed with situations like this specifically in mind, would protect him from the worst of the dust and sand, he could still barely see farther than six inches ahead. What little attention he could spare he put towards maintaining the minor sandstorm he had going, so that it wouldn't dissipate unless he released his concentration, and a strong wind picked up.
Mass Effect 2: Meet a load of people who make unrealistically good friends (like, you might know 1 or 2 people like that, but 10?), then watch them die horribly because you weren't good enough at making decisions to keep them alive.
This woman was clearly psychotic, and a danger to the inhabitants of this land. Though it pained Saddaj, it was clear he would be forced to kill her. She was circling him, rather than attacking him immediately. She clearly expected an easy victory. Saddaj would be happy to surprise her, and if she was going to let him strike first, he certainly wouldn't complain. With his empty (left) hand, he drew his spear-stave. As quickly as he was able, he closed the remaining distance between them and threw the sand he still had in his right hand, aiming for her eyes, so as to blind and stun her. As soon as his hand was empty, whether his attack hit or not, he moved his left hand around to grip the spear-stave in a long-hand stance, ready to attack again or defend as he saw fit.
Saddaj relaxed. It was just a traveller like him, a young woman. He turned all the way around to face her, and the hand that had been going to his weapon fell to his side. "Greetings, fellow traveller." She didn't seem to have a weapon. Strange, considering the risk of being attacked, by wild animals or criminals, or any number of other dangers in this harsh land. And there was something about her eyes... Saddaj had fought vampires before, her eyes reminded him of theirs. And she was alone? There was something very, very wrong about this. "Are you- okay? You look ill."

Saddaj didn't want to scare anyone if he was wrong, and the woman was not a threat, but he wasn't going to risk his life to avoid revealing his capabilities to a single traveller, who on their own wouldn't be believed by most of the population anyway. So, as subtly as he could, he transmuted a small part of the rock he was standing on, gathering the sand in his hand in case he had to defend himself. Hopefully, there would be no confrontation at all, and they would both continue on their way, but without his spear-stave in hand he felt he needed some way to be able to react quickly to an attack. The sand was the answer.
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