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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 14, 2008 20:21:29 GMT -8
He was a bit surprised that she was able to sleep through all of that without even bouncing around when he was bouncing all over the place. He was even surprised at how loud his little princess snored. It was actually a bit funny. And the muttering as she slept was interesting enough to warrant him sitting on the edge of the truck's bed watching her sleep and listening to what she said. Something about a blond bastard and something about vegetables.
"Morning Princess, sleep well?" He would ask when he saw her start to wake up and look around. A grin covered his face as he watched her confused look as she tried to figure out where they were. He would help her out, being the kind person that he was.
"At the park, a few blocks from the school. If you are wondering where we are at." He would say as he hopped off of the bed of the truck before opening the door for her to get out.
"Now if you don't mind Your Royal Highness I think that this is the perfect place." He would say with a mocking bow as he held the door open for his princess.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 14, 2008 20:29:35 GMT -8
“can it with the princess” she growled grumpily and flipped herself over the side of the truck rather then the door he had so kindly opened. She shuffled her way to the park and then stopped to look around. she turned to face him her brow raised.
“one you where totally listening to me sleep talk weren’t you? And two, why a park and why is it perfect?” she asked suddenly confused. She was giving him a very tiredly confused look though her acid edge was marred by her sleepy tone. She gave another look around biting her lip then popping it into a straight line. She was extremely confused on that.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 14, 2008 20:36:24 GMT -8
"You talk in your sleep? How cute." He would say instead of answering her before going on to address the princess issue. "And I am sorry if me calling you Princess bothers you Your Highness, I will try and refrain from it in the future Your Majesty." He would say with another bow looking up as she flipped out of the truck. Why is that? Because she was wearing a short skirt and it was a natural reaction to attempt to get a bit of a peak in. Just because it wasn't a big deal didn't mean he wasn't curious.
When she was on the ground however he would reach over to where she was sleeping and he would grab her sword. Why would he grab her sword? So he could toss it to her. They were going to have a little test.
"The park is perfect because we are going to have a bet. If you can beat me with your sword in a fight while I can not use my hands. I will let you drive and take us wherever you want and you can drive as long as you want." He would say offering his term to see if it was acceptable. If it was then it would be her turn to offer him something for when if he won.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 14, 2008 20:56:08 GMT -8
“better” she mused with the highness and majesty names. She liked those, just not princess. It implied damsel in distress and she was certainly not that. Her eyes followed his hand with keen interest. Her face looking dangerously monotone if that was possible.
She snatched the word without a word and listened to his challenged. She raised a brow then smirked. She held up her sword towards him her smirk turning into an evil grin.
“your on”
She said in a dangerous tone her eyes glinting. There is was motivation. Instead of heading straight into the park however she searched in her fencing bag for her extra set of boots. There they where, nice and ready for use. The pair of knee high dark brown leather boots that had no heal, and resembled riding boots. Booth zipped up on the outside of the boot which was strange but there. Pulling down her skirt further and shook her blunted rapier out of its sheath. Pushing up her white blouse sleeves around her upper arm she adjusted her large brown vest then turned to face him. With a smirk she threw her bag in the back of his car and walked out onto the field in the middle of the park. Closing her eyes a moment she then opened them letting the sword almost dangle from her hands at her right side.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 14, 2008 21:02:42 GMT -8
"Ah you are forgetting something Princess. I have told you what you will get if you win. But I think it is only fair that you offer me a boon for victory as well, and since I am taking quite the handicap I expect it to be good." He would say with an untroubled grin. He already assumed that the fight was won in his favor. After all who could beat him? Even if he did have a handicap. Losing was just not something that he did. It was out of his character.
Normally he wasn't too keen on taking a handicap either, he preferred to just obliterate anyone with the guts to think about fighting him. Break their spirit if you will. The only reason he was taking a handicap was because she probably wouldn't fight him otherwise and if he was going to make use of her he had to see what she could do. How she thought in a fight, and if she could even handle herself in a combat situation.
"Well Princess? I'm waiting..." He would say as she adjusted her outfit for the fight. He was of course waiting for her to name his reward not for her to attack.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 14, 2008 21:20:11 GMT -8
Bastille was in front of him in second her eyes almost glazed over. No longer the bright eyes full of intuition or thought. They where the eyes of a dead person, unlighted by life and untouched by emotion. However her eyes glinted back a moment as she held the blunted blade to his neck.
“you choose your own prize im uncreative” she whispered before slipping backward and starting in a kneeling position sword held straight forward as her eyes returned to their clouded state. She stood up slowly running her hand down the length of the blade back to the hilt where she left it crossed in front of her chest. Her eyes scanned his every mussel movement. If he even blinked an eye she would process it faster then normal. Then again everyone processed things better when in a point of high adrenaline.
She was calculating.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 14, 2008 21:27:48 GMT -8
Her lack of ability to choose a reward was disappointing. And because of that he would not play nice with his reward. Where before he would have settled with something trivial he was going to call on the big guns now. "Fine if I win then you swear fealty to me. You will do what I say when I say it. You agree to be mine to direct as I see fit. Since you are feeling uncreative today." He would say as his eyes narrowed. In his mind the terms were set, she passed her chance to choose his reward and he chose it for her then.
Once he was sure she understood the terms he would place both of his hands behind his back clasping his wrists to hold them in place. As agreed he would not use his hands in this fight, he wouldn't need to.
"Well Princess I do believe it is ladies first." He would say with a grin as he watched her, waiting for her to strike. Though she would likely wuss out and make him strike first, which would be fine to.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 14, 2008 21:33:01 GMT -8
Not entirely so. Bastille had heard the terms and she smirked at them. The bastard had been more creative then this guy, then again he was a bastard and this guy was well…Mathew. Bastille liked the rule of ladies first, as it worked in fencing as well. Taking soft steps forward slowly she seemed to only barely touch the ground. Suddenly she side stepped and great speed her body almost sifting over the grass. She kept her body away and guarded in a sword thrust attack to his shoulder pivoting and trying for his right led in a nerve. If she was going to win this, she would have to play dirty from the start and hit the nerve centers in his body in order to render parts useless.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 14, 2008 21:58:34 GMT -8
Mathew was pleasantly surprised when she decided that she would attack first. Mathew knew that he was taking a risk even with the Earth Dragon Coat on, it would protect him but to what degree would depend on her skill and strength. Thankfully Mathew had no intention of getting hit with the blade if he could avoid it. He was a fast guy after all and had been in some sticky situations.
He watched her as she came for him, watched how she moved and he watched the blade for sure. When the thrust came at him he would move his own body in a pivot to move behind her since her body would likely go in to the thrust. As his body pivoted to avoid the blade his leg would come up moving quickly with his body, he was aiming to kick her in the back of the knee cap to make her loose her balance. Should that happen and her balance was lost causing her to fall or something he would attempt to kick her in the ribs to help keep her down.
If she managed to dodge or counter however he would have to go with the flow and see how things ended up.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 15, 2008 14:59:22 GMT -8
Bastille was fast and smirked as his kick came in perfect contact with her back. He would feel his foot there she knew he would, but she would not. She stepped forward slightly as his kick went into her back then flipped forward and almost floated as she turned back and rushed towards him. Her feet almost never touched the ground. She also looked as though she hadn’t been hit at all though she had. Her greatest asset was her speed, and fast comprehension. Her body couched as it got closer taking an unusual fencing stance. She looked like a cat crouching to pounce. Suddenly like a tiger as she was up in the air the next moment holding her hand at an angle so the sword hilt would jam into his jaw should he not move in time. She would then persist to raise up her leg with amazing speed and slam in down onto his shoulder.
However to prevent another round about attack should he dodge she would flip a fair length backward and hold her sword straight again watching his muscles again.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 19, 2008 21:00:53 GMT -8
Bastille wasn't the only one that was fast in this fight. Years of fighting left Mathew with a sharp mind and good instincts. When added to his already good reflexes and Mathew was in a league all on his own. Even back at his old school he was one of the best if not the best fighter around.
A smirk would cross his lips as he watched her move in to attack. He didn't know about fencing and what was a normal stance and he didn't care. All that mattered was if he could beat her. His eyes followed her every movement until she jumped up in to the air coming at him.
He didn't intend to dodge the blow. Instead he would rush her while she was in the air unable to changed direction and speed. His plan was to shoulder bash her while she was in the air hoping that it would effectively knock her out of the air so he could stomp on her chest. He couldn't use his hands so he would have to use brutal feet attacks.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 19, 2008 21:40:58 GMT -8
This was on technique she wasn’t going to face as readily. She was caught a bit unaware and was a bit late in changing her form. Instead of him knocking her backwards she hit him with her hip in the face falling back and sliding down in front of him. She would try then to ram her hilt into his groin as she bit her lip. His head was hard and it had hit wrong on her hip. The pain lasted a few seconds before the adrenaline numbed it. She turned to look at him immediately ducking and rolling away from him standing up again.
She was torn suddenly. And her head hurt for no good reason. She held up a hand towards him. “crap”
She said her eyes tare at him awkwardly. She closed her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. Crap the feverish headache was coming back. Bastille was currently experiencing withdrawals from cocaine and was having a harsh time with it. She had been smoking since she was 11 and to quite now was pure torture. She would throw the match if it meant her able to sit down a minute. But she was to stubborn to let it get to her like that.
She then looked up with a frown now. She would have to fight with the growing pain. The numbing affect along with the adrenaline rush would leave her soon. That was the problem with it. She crashed quicker in her already tired state. She held up her sword and waited for him to go again her body protesting greatly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 19, 2008 22:04:42 GMT -8
Mathew hissed in slight pain when her hip slammed in to his head but it was better then getting a hilt to the face. It didn't phase him though, not much did when he wore this coat. He was unstoppable. He was a Juggernaut, he would sidestep the shot the the groin. He went to kick her only to have her duck and roll away from him. That was where things got a bit interesting for him. She held up her hand saying crap obviously in pain, only thing was they were fighting and that didn't concern him at all. He would still move in so he could strike since she hadn't given up. Then once he was within range he would send a powerful Cresent Kick at Bastille using every ounce of his impressive speed to send his leg at her head while her eyes were closed and her hand was pinching the bridge of her nose. He suspected that when the blow landed it would send her flying as well as add to her headache substantially. He wouldn't pause with his leg in the air however since that was stupid. And while he doubted that she would be able to dodge it there was always that chance and he would be ready to deal with that if it happened. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 20, 2008 20:29:52 GMT -8
Bastille was a bit slow with the damn reaction. She forcefully tried to focus when her instincts kicked in and in an instant her eyes seemed to flash open and glow oddly as she moved as fast as she could out of the way of his kick. It skimmed her shoulder taking off her sleeve. She ducked and rolled away from that one too standing up immediately and holding up her sword. Her eyes seemed different. More hostile and dangerous now. She was frowning. She then lowered her sword only slightly to tilt her head.
“how about removing the protective coat…..” she said calmly though her voice sounded a bit different. More soft yet with a huge frightening undertone.
“ I don’t see this being fair despite the fact your hands are tied when you have a coat such as that on…” she glared now making move sin her head as she worked out a plan to beat him with only facial attacks. She would have to work hard to get that but she was ready.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 26, 2008 7:23:05 GMT -8
Mathew laughed. It was actually kind of cute how she expected him to take off the coat, that was something he didn't do in a fight, let alone one where the other person has a weapon.
"So you think I should take off my jacket while you poke at me with a sword? And I can't use my hands? I would say that doesn't sound fair either. So I will keep the coat on." He would say with a grin as he continued to clutch his wrists behind his back.
"Though if you really think it is unfair we can stop now and you can admit defeat. Don't worry there is no shame in losing to me, everyone does. Handicap or not." He would say with a very cocky grin. After all the only fights he had ever lost in his life were the ones he let himself lose because he didn't fight back. That was of course being jumped in and out of RoB, and when he stopped fighting Kyr because he found out she was pregnant. He wasn't all bad after all, certainly not one to kill a fetus.
"Up to you babe." He would say as he flipped his head to the side moving his bangs out of his eyes that way since he couldn't use his hands to do so.
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