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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 4, 2007 10:26:14 GMT -8
More pain surged through her, though due to the blow to her diaphragm, she could hardly manage the quiet woosh of air as it left her lungs. Delilah would retreat, but couldn't due to him grasping her hand. Trying hard to get her wind back, her legs reacted to him once again, kneeing her in the groin. Dimly thanking her lucky stars she wasn't a male, her weight shifted again, to her left leg. She would turned her hips a little, and bring her own knee into the back of his right mid-thigh, aiming again for the pressure point there.
That move was caused by pure adrenalin, more of a reflex she didn't know she had. She coughed heavily as air flooded her lungs and breathed deeply. Her body ached all over...it wouldn't be long until she was out, even if he did not attack her again. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 4, 2007 10:39:46 GMT -8
The other leg then went numb. And he had the serious urge to just let his legs turn to jelly. But his will was stronger than that, and he remained. There wasn't much more she could take, not at this rate. He sent a straight, full powered punch for the right side of her head, from his left arm. Full strength, at full speed. This would surely cause some serious damage. As now he wasn't a happy camper at all. Considering what she had just done to his legs.
Normally, he wouldn't let anyone hit him if it were possible. And it was entirely possible. But today he was in the mood more for a brawl than a fully tactical fight. Normally he would go unscathed. But his mood prevented that. He just wanted to hit someone, not cut them, counter all their strikes with just sheer badness. Letting doom rain upon them like it was a summer storm.
No not today, today was brawl day.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 4, 2007 11:55:04 GMT -8
When Valekin's fist connected with her head, Delilah's world flickered and dimmed. The words 'Fighting the loosing battle' flashed across her mind, and she pushed it dully to the back. This had been inevitable from the beginning, and all she had managed were two hits. Better than none...you were pretty bad... she shook her head again. A smile curled her lips and her heart beat slowed, and she lowered the knee she had brought to his thigh.
Her body went slack and she lapsed into unconciousness, but was remarkably, still standing. This was mostly due to a combination of where her feet were placed and the fact his hand was still locked onto hers. KO, Game over, ladies and gentlemen, thats all folks. |
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Post by hualord on Aug 4, 2007 12:33:54 GMT -8
End Battle.
Valekin: +2xp
Enubia: +1xp
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