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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 18, 2009 11:37:19 GMT -8
It had been long enough since the incident and Kevala was in need of more training. She knew this and though she was still not 100% back to her old self, she was close enough. She had sent a message to Gabriel to meet her in the park, which was where she currently was. Standing there dressed in another simple outfit, she would sigh softly. Those marks still clear upon her arms though she did not pay them much mind. No point in it really. Reaching up she would pull her hair back into a ponytail at the back of her head. Icy hues scanning over the area. She would wait... She had not really mentioned in her text why she wanted him to meet her. But she hoped he would show anyway.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 18, 2009 16:42:59 GMT -8
Gabriel had shown up despite whether or not she had believed it, if her faith in him wavered it was certainly just considering Gabriel's persona, yes he was a demon and deviant that caused trouble constantly battling between the fates of his life though he had expected as much despite his change of plays, this game was a very difficult one that required a bit of tact. Patience. Calm.
"Kevala... Are you ready?" Gabriel stated bluntly out of the blue emerging from the street.
He'd want her back to full soon as possible, there'd be no way people would deal with the pair after her training was complete, as for Gabriel's his remained endless and brutal.
"En guard!" Shouting he'd lurch across the field a left fist firing into an uppercut as his left leg pulled throw aiming to trip her from the side.
Random dice roll 1) 2 ---------------- Totale: 2 x0.9
Strength: 32 Dexterity: 66 Constitution: 47 Intelligence: 144 Wisdom: 62 Charisma: 13
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 18, 2009 17:11:28 GMT -8
She would turn those eyes to him and nod softly. Not bothering to try and speak. It was such a task these days that she left it up for when she absolutely had to.
Then he was off, coming at her. That uppercut connecting and sending her back enough that she managed to shift and avoid his leg.
She recovered from it fast enough moving back to him and throwing a right hook at his jaw and then a left jab to the stomach before bouncing back and using her right leg to try and throw a kick to his ribs.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 18, 2009 17:20:21 GMT -8
Feeling the sudden surge of pain to his face, only to be met with a sock to the ribs Gabriel felt his only escape was to be backwards. He knew he was stronger, faster and potentially smarter but she had the ability to out last him. Given a different timing Gabriel may have stood a chance but here it was a certain risk, his moves would have to be powerful and fast aimed to strike her down in moments before she had the chance to outlast him by any means.
Pulling himself into a weighted back flip Gabriel would dodge the last blow putting a good six feet between them. Gabriel's body then pacing into a strafe as he kept his eyes solidly focused on her next movements.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 18, 2009 17:28:36 GMT -8
He backed away and Kev was not in the mood to lose today. No, she had to prove to him and herself that she was still able to do this. Those eyes shifting to black as the red started to swirl about in them. Liquid fire dancing in the darkness.
Her clone appearing behind him and delivering a kick to the lower section of his spine, the original moving forward and throwing a left uppercut to his jaw as the clone would sidekick his ribs.
This was the only way she could know that she still earned the right to stand beside him. She may not win but at least she would have fought hard enough to earn it.
( Stats with Qi:
Strength: 23 Dexterity: 30 Constitution: 71 Intelligence: 72 Wisdom: 44 Charisma: 31
-5 con per post )
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 18, 2009 17:42:37 GMT -8
(ooc: SHIIIIII....did not expect myself to be in this position lol)
Gabriel backed up focus solely ahead till his peripherals caught onto Kevala's clone. Gabriel still had his weight on his toes and could control his body very easily, using his superior speed and fast intellect he'd drop the weight into his hips throwing his left arm back to block the blow. Suffering in strength however he still felt the blow simply with restrained force.
Damn he was out gunned here at the moment and would need to adapt fast rather than find himself overwhelmed, he couldn't let her beat him, not with such ease. Though he was proud of her noticeable strength growth he had to remain tied to his pride.
Using that same limb Gabriel would fire it into the clone's face roughly firing it to break her nose hopefully whilst backing up further. Soon he'd be cornered and he couldn't allow that, rather to choose his own corner than to be pressed into it.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 18, 2009 17:52:55 GMT -8
The original would land her hit on him, though the clone would be knocked back by his. Not that it mattered.
The original Kevala would then throw a swift jab with all her strength into his ribs, quickly followed by another. The clone having recovered and now though blood ran down her face from his punch. Her own fist firing out at his jaw, then sending her boot into his ribs on the opposite side of where the original had hit him. Both girls now bouncing back.....dual images running through Kev's mind as she set those black eyes upon him once more.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 19, 2009 1:05:35 GMT -8
Gabriel found himself already growing tired, his breath heavy and ragged as he tried keeping up, this wasn't the same something with him had gone awry whilst her growth had improved greatly. Something he could was seen coming, yes he'd seen it a great many times by now her training was coming through and that limitless strength was certainly peaking. Wrenching back from the strike to his gut Gabriel's Qi would activate dropping his left hand to backhand the original across the face his right hand following up to grapple the clone around the neck tossing her aside to the right assuming his aim caught hold. He'd breath a bit tired by this point, there would be a need for him to press harder now, to not hold back next she strike.
Qi Activated:
Strength: 32 x1.2 = 38 Dexterity: 66 x1.3 = 86 Constitution: 47 -5 = 42 Intelligence: 144 Wisdom: 62 x1.2 = 74 Charisma: 13 - 2 = 11
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 19, 2009 7:30:09 GMT -8
That backhand caught the orginal across the face sending her head to the side, the clone being caught in his hold and thrown to the side.
But both girls would recover soon enough, the original not wasting time as she shot her left leg out toward the area where his chest met his stomach, trying to throw off his center just enough so that the clone, who was now up and coming back at him could throw a round house kick at his chest from her position at his side.
The goal........( funnny how there is always a goal with Kev ) was to try and get him down. She could already tell he was getting tired, at least more so than herself...but that did not mean much.
He was still stronger and faster...if he landed enough good hits, ability to endure would only get her so far.
( con: 61)
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 19, 2009 12:46:49 GMT -8
Gabriel saw this one coming quickly, though thinking in a short span of time there was time only enough to make the best judgment decision and that was to get out quickly then return with a strike. Gabriel would perform a back flip evading her strike and the clones, landing on his hands he'd continue his spring backwards.
*Click*
The collar came off in that second and Gabriel's Qi exploded sending him forward at a rapid pace firing a savage right handed punch across the original's face. Following that up Gabriel would throw his left elbow into the clone's face them thrust his right shoulder down and into the original Kevala's lower chin.
Qi Activated: 14% Overheat - 13-26%: Normal. Will recover his internal electrical charge and recieve no damage.
Strength: 82 Dexterity: 190 Constitution: 42 -10 = 32 Intelligence: 144 Wisdom: 158 Charisma: 11 -7 = 4
Collar effect = 1/2
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 19, 2009 13:19:30 GMT -8
( ooc: Butthead! XD )
Both girls would take those hits, being sent down to the ground and a light growl escaping both of them in unison.
It figures he would do this, but then she had never planned to win, merely give it her best shot. Which is what she did. The original sending her foot up and into the lower section of his stomach, the clone hopping back to her feet and throwing a right hook at his face.
Now the blood flowed from both girl's faces. Though Kev would shake her head, clone doing the same in turn. Both sets of black eyes settling upon him as the original would roll out of the way and regain her footing...Making sure to put sufficient distance between himself and her. The clone throwing another shot at his ribs.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 19, 2009 15:47:14 GMT -8
Gabriel wouldn't shut off now it'd all be competed in this movement for better or worse he suspected this would be his final strike. Though he was incredibly stronger than before, so was Kevala being fully capable of defending herself and in unison taking him on with just as much effort.
The kick to Gabriel's mid-region would be caught as he'd sear her shoes lifting and tossing her over his shoulder spinning his body 90* before launching a backwards kick towards her face.
His breath would be ragged, rough and exhausted the heat consuming him as Gabriel collapsed to the flow and passed out his Qi taking the last bits of energy he had. Tired yes, as well as defeated. But he was not disappointed, rather very proud.
Qi Activated: 21% Overheat - 13-26%: Normal. Will recover his internal electrical charge and recieve no damage.
Strength: 82 Dexterity: 190 Constitution: 32 -10 = 22 Intelligence: 144 Wisdom: 158 Charisma: 4-7 = -3 KO!
Collar effect = 2/2
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 19, 2009 16:12:01 GMT -8
Hmm...ruined a perfectly good pair of shoes...But yeah, none the less she was tossed and booted in the face. It hurt like hell, and did stun her for a bit....but in the end she managed to push herself back up, blood flowing from her nose and mouth as she sat there. Those eyes settling upon him and a brow raising.....
Drawing the clone back, she would shake her head to get back into the right train of thought, then slowly crawl her way over to him. Hmm...not that she was not excited about the fact she had actually won..but still, she would position herself beside him.
Sitting there as she wiped the blood away from her nose and mouth, her breathing heavy though still not completely exhausted.
She debated on what to do now. Not like she had planned for this. heh.....Nope...not at all.
AH! She knew what to do!
Pulling out her cell phone she would find Ivan's number. The big lug was not far she was sure, but she could not really speak soooo yeah....
Yeah that was a text she had never thought she would be sending. But either way she would hit send and then sit herself as close to him a she could. Those eyes watching....yeah..like she was stupid enough to not keep a look out for anyone who would wish to harm him as he was. Pft! Give her more credit than that.
Soon enough that familiar sight of the large man was caught out of the corner or her eyes.....Not a word spoken as he managed to get Gabriel to the limo....sliding him into the back seat and then stepping out of the way for the little female who followed behind.
Staring at them the whole time and daring the big guy to do one thing wrong. Oh yeah..she would have made him a big woman if he so much as had a wrong thought.
Not like that would happen..but Kev was a bit protective.
She would then crawl into the back of the limo...her small hand coming out to brush against his face, ignoring the heat of his flesh as she sighed softly and leaned back........
Yay!.......>.>
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