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*while staring at himanil, windscar accomplishes bring up a new page*

*pulls out a small stack of waivers*

"Everybody needs to sign one..."

*gives Kitty her order*

*crouches and flips himanil over his back*
*looks at himanil laying on the ground*
"havent we already been through this? charging at me isnt going to do you much good"

*vanishes into thin air, and appears about 20 feet back from where he once was*
*steals an apple from the parton next to him, throws it in the air, and shoots it with his bow when it is level with himanil. himanil now has an arow with an apple in the middle of it soaring towards him*

*puts on a pair of sunglasses*

"Crap, Himanil, turn down the lights..."

dang it septim! stole my idea!

*puts on sunglasses and braces for impact...because of it unavoidableness*

*the fire ball hits and sends a showave through the room nocking everyones socks off*
gets up off the floor and cracks his neck*

"well tht wasnt TOO bad"
*says something wierd, pulls his sword out, slices the air, and sends a blade of wind at himanil. a dumb patron who wasnt paying attention gets sliced in half and the blade keeps going*

*dodges all but the last one, which hits him in the thigh. windscar claims thats its only a flesh wound, then doubles over on the floor balling his eyes out screaming for his mommy*

*after his episode, he rips the arrow out, puts it in his windbow, and fires it at himanil with lighting speed after putting a fluffy rabid kitteh on the end of it*

*pulls out his sword and slices the air twice, firing 2 windblades at himanil*

*then proceeds to swordfights as well*

{{ok imma go to bed for the night}}

*the sword almost pierces his shoulder plating, and winderscar looks suprised and inspects the deep gash in his armor.*

"i thought this was a sword fight not a spear fight! but if thats the way you want it..."

*goes to the cabinet at the far end of the tavern, opens it, and pulls out a halberd*

*strikes across himanils chest, catching some loose armor with the spear-like tip, and pulls of his right shoulder plate*

*himanil just barley hits windscar, cutting his arm*

*windscar yells in pain and watches the blood drip from his new wound*

*wind fills in the gash and materializes into flesh, but the wound still clearly hurts, as windscar is holding his basket hilted claymore lower than before. the pain is unbearable, so he thors his claymore on the ground and unsheaths his sabre*

*lunges at himanils chest with his sabre*

"Alright, that's quite enough!" yelled Septim as he draws Firengard, "If you want to fight, do it in an arena! There are quite a few arena threads, one created by me! Go find 'em!"

"Spoilsport," muttered Himanil.
"I believe that there was an arena created by Demonsul, let's head over there."
"We will," raises his voice slightly "Pop in here from time to time though."

[[sorry...school]]

"yes...we shall!"

*himanil and windscar walk arm in arm out of the tavern after windscar orders a septim shot*

*Withdraws his hand*
"Dude, believe me you don't know what those 2 will make out of that. True I've got a lot of dirt against 1 but just about nothing against the other."

Repeats for the hundreth time.
"What a dreary place this has become."

*Looks curiously at Windscar*
"You're not any medications are you? "

*Hands Septim Windscar's medical records*

"You probably don't want to see them...it isn't good."

*windscars right eye twitches and his neck quircks to his left shoulder*

"no...no...not that i know of...unless someone put something in that septim shot i just drank"

*takes a sip on his pint*

"nope" *twitch*

"i just think someone put something in my septim shot" *twitch*

"and who is Mr. Anderimeanshit?" *twitch*

*Yells in pain comes awake as someone twists his ear*
"You would say that it's not exactly the most befitting manner to treat a King."

"Another king?"

*Points to the wannabe RP Kings seating area*

"Hey buddy!"

*Septim walks over from the happy Prince's section and drags Himanil to the distruntled Mr.'s section.*

"Ensuring that there's no contender at all....................................

*stands up frantically and nervously runs to the Duke section, afraid that he was out of place*

*calls across the room to himanil*

"sure im up for a fight!"

"ok"

*Serves the drink since Septim is away from the tavern until monday*