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Post by SOLIDSNKE on Apr 30, 2004 14:15:58 GMT -5
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Post by Nu Wa on May 6, 2004 14:17:18 GMT -5
During a time of peace, seeds of turbulence are planted. Time flows by, unnoticed; waters travel, silently; lives end and begin;instantly. Pens of scholars can do no more- territory and honour must be decided....on the battlefield.
As the sun shines overhead, beaming through trees, rippling the ground with spots of hope, a woman rides.
Burdened only by armour, her rapier and the weight in her heart, she flies across the plains of Wu Zhang Yuan. Heart pounding nervously as she goes, almost with the rhythm of her steed's trampling bounds, she heads for the arranged spot.....today her destiny is to be fulfilled. Life and death to be decided in minutes, honour and disgrace won in equal measure....the price is high for the defeated on this day.
Nu Zilong brings her steed to a halt, dust kicking up around her as she jolts forward in the saddle. She vaults lightly out of the saddle, and leads her horse to be tied up, out of harms way. This done, she turns, looking east, into the glaring sun framed by a clear blue sky. Raising her arm against the glare, she can just make out a vague figure moving at a fast pace towards her....Lord Jian Yong must be arriving.
Heart pounding, yet maintaining a calm exterior, Nu Zilong walks towards the man as he dismounts casually from his steed. He looks towards her, an intense look in his eyes- yet not of malice, but confidence. Nu called out to him, at a safe distance, her voice concealing a minor shake.
"Lord Jian Yong, it is a pleasure. Long have I heard of your skills....now I shall be able to understand firsthand just how good you are. Will this be a duel to the death?"
Nu Zilong waits, hoping that her opponents answer will be no.
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