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[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

**Agamemnon stepped through the portal that had been so dazzlingly set up for him and looked about his new soundings with a bright smiled on his gorgeous face. As he looked about he realized he must have been sent her to show his abilities so they could decide whether or not to hire him. That would work out just dandy.**

[dar'Inder]

dar'Inder walked into the practice ground. A handsome young man stood looking around. She walked towards him.
" Greetings," she said brightly. " I am called dar'Inder. Are you Agamemnon? Dusk asked me if I would spar with you, to test your skills. If you are willing?"

[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

That would be my name. **He bowed dramatically.** A pleasure to met you My Lady Dar’Inder. **He said in an even more dramatic voice.** It would be an honor to spar with thou.

[dar'Inder]

dar'Inder smiled at the gallantry. So unusual in these times, she thought.
" Well then, Master Agamemnon, " she said and unsheathed her sword. " Shall we begin?"

[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

**Agamemnon hadn’t been expecting her to use her real sword. A dulled one would have been best for this but he could do it. He took a minute to pounder on his blade choose then pulled out a slightly curved sword with a hooked end.**
Let’s. **The light and laughter left his eyes and he became dead serious. His whole body bunched like a spring ready to leap. He would allow her the first swung because she was a lady but after that it was all death.**

OOC I know it’s hard but let’s be carefully not to auto hit. It does become so difficult in battles.

[dar'Inder]

dar'Inder spent a few moments looking her opponent in the eyes, trying to get a " feel" of him. She sensed he saw her as a female first and warrior second and decided to make the most of that for as long as she could. She shifted her feet slightly and flicking a look to her right, dodged to the left and struck out at him with the side of her blade.

[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

**Deathstroke moved like water flowing from the black pitcher of death. He hummed in a soft barley audible tune. With carless ease he brought his sword up to clang against hers. Relishing in the comfort that sound gave him. While their blades were still locked his free hand ripped out his sjambok and swung it at her legs. He took care to keep his eyes on hers and make it seem as if he was fully absorbed in their swords and paying no attention to what his other hand was doing. **

[dar'Inder]

dar'inder smiled at his trick and jumped. She landed behind him, avoiding his sjambok and pulled her short sword. She danced lightly to his left and aimed for his belt, meaning to cut his purse string.


(( what is a sjambok?))

[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

OOC This baby here. http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa296/S...001_2337185.gif BIC

**Deathstoke bent his legs and pushed from the ground. He landed a few feet away and whirled towards her. No one went for his money. No one. His blue eyes narrowed and a hiss escaped his mouth. With lighting speed that he had paid dearly for in his past he struck out with his weapons.**

[dar'Inder]

Eleena's eyes widened. He had misread her intentions and what had started as a game turned into a clash of swords. This was not Ferrant, she chided herself. She could not cut his purse strings and laugh as the coins fell to the ground. Agamemnon believed she was trying to steal his money!
She avoided his sword, barely and danced back, breathing more heavily. This opponent was good! Dusk would be impressed.
Keeping her eyes on his weapons, she feinted to his left, made to go right and changed mid-step to go left. This time she caught him wrong footed and got under his guard.

[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

**Deathstroke let her get close. Then when she was to near to safely dodge him he dropped his sjambok and grabbed at a knife. His stabbed at her stomach his beautiful face cold and hard.**

[dar'Inder]

Eleena was a fraction too slow and his blade sliced into her shirt, cutting her deeply. She dropped her blades and clutched her stomach, trying to stem the blood.
" This was only supposed to be a sparring match, friend," she gasped. She looked down at her wound and sat down on the hard packed dirt. "You have wounded me, I fear," she gasped, trying not to faint.
Beren, my son, I need thee! she called out in mindspeech.
As she looked at up at Agamemnon, she frowned. He was begining to fade from her sight. No! she was not going to faint! But blackness claimed her anyway.

[Agamemnon Deathstroke]

**Agamemnon blinked fast and shook his head rapidly.** Oops. I despise it when that happens. **He knelt by dar’Inder and winced.** Forgive me. Sometime I… **He trailed off feeling stupid. One of these days he was going to work on that.**

[Rendrag]

* A new portal slammed into view, and Rendrag sprinted out, a mixture of anger, fear, and weariness flickering across his face. Kneeling beside dar'Inder, he rapped out a terse order to Agamemnon.* "Go through the portal. get Dusk, and any mages skilled in warding. Perhaps a healer or two. Now!" *He did not wait for the man to go, merely began his magic. He was not a proficient healer, but his mother was. Quietly, he sent want he wanted her to do to her in his mind. 'I am going to use a different sort of portal magic, one that I don't truly know will work. I wil take us both to the spirit realm, then back, but landing myself in your body, and you in mine. If all goes well, you will have your magic, and can heal this wound. If not... You will have a new body, and I will die in yours. Are you ready?'*

[dar'Inder]

dar'Inder heard Beren's voice faintly, instructing her................ changing bodies? What? NO!
She tried to fight her way back to consciousness, but she was too weak. She couldn't risk him dying in her place, but she had not the voice. All she could do was send her feelings to him and hope he would understand that she didn't want to risk him. He was too valuable, he had tremendous potential still to be realized. And she loved him.
She could feel his strength flowing into her, trying to keep her alive and then a strange floating sensation. She was aware of musical voices carressing her and encouraging her.
Ah Beren, what have you done?