[h1][center][color=gray]Moros Vorsickle[/color][/center][/h1]
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Moros gave a mental groan. A girl? And from that smile she was a nice one too. Well whatever, all the more reason to get this over with quickly. Moros returned her smile with a half-hearted grin of his own and stood up. Time to go. In the well rehearsed movement that made up the beginning of most battles Lefay shouted, [b]"Let's go."[/b] in that generic brash male voice she used when imitating him. Then Lefay and Moros rushed forward to either side of their opponent and two metal poles [i]woofed[/i] through the air. Lefay's swing was aimed at Farrah's head and came from Farrah's left side, whilst Moros's swing was aimed at Farrah's thigh, from the opposite side. It wasn't terribly creative, but it made dodging difficult and in Moros's mind was a fairly good way to kick things off. Hopefully he didn't lose too badly, it would be embarrassing if he couldn't at least make it look close.