The Art of War
If melee combat could be considered an art, then the masters of the nine were its paragons. they switched between the nine styles with effortless, fluid grace.
the dark arts
"mystic sword art: twirling blockade" i shouted and threw my sword. i went infront of the group of 20 dragons and twirled so fast it looked like there was a metal circle there. the demon's sword hit my sword and he staggered.
Assassin Art
Nbsp; assassin art
Fine Art
The art wasn't particularly interesting at this point, a landscape here, and portrait there.
The Art of Mingling
Or, uh ... well, mingling," she explained, changing the subject, paws gripping the cool, metal railing, "is, like ... well, an art." "how?" "well, it just is. there's an art to all social discourse, to diplomacy.
Art Trade
"Now, where did that pencil go..?" Will fumbled around for his drawing utensil, a clear picture of what he wanted to put on paper fresh in his mind. He found it, and immediately attacked the sheet with a flurry of circles, arcs, lines and points....
Art Block
My craft will lead the way into inventive day, for now i must survive, and keep my art alive.
Body Art
* * * I've always wanted to get a tattoo. Something special. Something with some type of special meaning even if I'm the only one who ever understands what that meaning is. I want a compass on my right arm because whenever I was lost and...
The Art of Chance
#2 of the art of chance darren sighed indignantly. he was simply baffled. no matter how he conceded to their demanding suggestions they continued to push.
{ Art Damage }
The ancient arts are being destroyed. the kingdom of arkeddon wishes to eradicate the old ways and replace it with pure technology. the few who wish to save the arts must infiltrate the last sanctuary and escort the creatures to safety.
Art Class
Pervert then walked with max and margret to his art class. now mr. pervert was the school art teacher. he was a black rabbit who had reputation for being a total pervert.
Art Rocks
#### ** ** Mind racing, his heart beating faster than it ever had before, Asterix pushed. He pushed until even he could feel the lactic acid in his muscles. Though, even as he pushed himself to his outermost limits his mind continued to race. Why...