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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 21, 2008 22:32:18 GMT -8
Mathew was a quick thinker in a fight, his body moved without him even having to tell it what to do it seemed sometimes. The girl had dodged his attack, that was interesting. Even the best fighters got hit by that move, though it was likely because Bastille knocked him off balance with her attack. After the first rotation of his sweep finish he would stop and jump back up from his prone position, another thing he was able to do thanks to break dancing. That was when he saw the chair flying forward right at his head. Dodging the chair would be easy, but far too troublesome. So instead Mathew would lean back for a moment before shooting his head forward to headbutt the chair, it would break over his head causing a small trickle of blood to form out of his right nostril but he didn't care. It didn't even hurt him that much. It was almost like a punch to the face, if a bit on the weak side.
Another smirk would cross his lips as he bent down to pick up one of the chair legs, he now had a club. More then a match for Bastille's blunt sword. The unnamed girl had just helped Mathew believe it or not. She just armed him.
"If thats the best you got sweet cheeks I think you had better bend over. Because this isn't going to end well for you." He would say with a small laugh. This time he would let them come to him. He initiated the first blow, and knowing Bastille she wouldn't wait. She would want to get him after seeing him bleed, it was more then she ever did so it would probably piss her off. At least thats what he assumed.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 21, 2008 22:51:45 GMT -8
Bastille didn’t. Because, though she was the one who wanted to have the blows, she was in no position to be getting jealous. And also…Mathew was expecting her. Bastille continued to walk slowly around the room the medication seemingly burning itself through her veins. The pain was dulling her own muscles from moving. She growled frustrated beyond belief.
As soon as her body seemed to gain enough energy she shoved herself forward with her sword. She moved to her next spot watching the club. However she would wait for ally to make an attack. She didn’t have enough energy to efficiently shatter his make shift weapon. Though dull her blade was metal, and his club was wood. It was as if he was mocking her. She growled audibly from where she stood.
She realized that her qi was being suppressed not by her own will anymore but by something else. It was spurting blue spits of aura all around trying to break through whatever it was but otherwise failing to activate. This in turn took an effect on Bastille who felt like her head was going to explode. She coughed lightly however stayed silent watching the battle. Her eyes traced everyone’s exact movements. It was an awesome trait…and her mind was slowly loosing touch with her body. Slowly she was getting entranced in her power, and in her struggle. The mind of an assassin was what some called it. A place obsessed with only fulfilling the mission. However beneath that desire was the odd desire to fulfill the power she was granted. To make it more. And yet, she stayed loyal to her cause.
Pacing around the room slowly her body was literally trembling. Sweat beaded down her face as her crimson eye seemed to burn with a light that did not equal the condition of her body.
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Post by olesya on Aug 6, 2008 16:51:14 GMT -8
((ooc: So sorry guys, I hit a kind of rpers block, but Im trying to break through it, bear with me <3))
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Olesya was relatively proud of herself for her slick move...that is, until the dragon boy headbutted the chair, breaking it into a few pieces. Well, he has a hard head, somehow that didn't surprise her, har har. Anyway, it was about time she kicked up the volume, yes?
Well, a chair has four legs, and dragon boy takes one, how may are left? That's right, three. Swooping to the ground, Olesya picked up two of the remaining legs, dual wielding them in her hands. She bounced on the balls of her feet, keeping her heart rate up and her mind sharp. This was going to be fun.
Olesya travelled about the outside of the room, keeping about 12 o'clock to the white haired girl, her ally. She didn't know her well, but they were going to have to work together, yeah? Pulling the cigarette from her mouth, she flicked it carelessly at the dragon boy's feet, a sign? Perhaps, but enough dilly dallying. The junior would wait until she caught eyes with the white haired girl, giving a slight nod of her head, leaning to the left and glancing downward. She was going to attack from the left and down, or at least she hoped that was the message she was sending.
Launching herself at Dragon Boy, Olesya raised her twin clubs, aiming for his head. At the last minute she fell back onto her hands in a way much resembling a crab walk, though using her upper body for leverage she kicked her left foot out in a slider's kick, aiming to kick out his foot from underneath him. Her arm muscled stayed tensed in case she had to counter, otherwise she would roll to the left and out of the way back onto her feet following the attack.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Aug 9, 2008 19:39:02 GMT -8
Mathew would follow more or less ignore Bastille, he would keep his ears out for her though. Mathew has fought blind folded before and had a good sense of hearing, but his eyes would follow the other girl. The one that seemed to be the more aggressive and dangerous of the two. He would watch as she moved around the room, and when she came at him he would hold his ground, he wasn't afraid to be hit, let alone by these two girls.
His face would split in to a grin as she fell back in to the crab walk though. She just made life a lot more interesting for him. He wouldn't make a move to stop her from attacking him. Instead he would push his body forward using gravity and the force of his push to speed up his decent. His body would land with his hands on either side of her preventing a roll while in that position, which was a very awkward one to be in. His torso would fall between her legs since she had them spread for the crab walk. Essentially she would be pinned. Grinning at her he would give her a wink before he started to hump her.
"Looks like you are stuck now."
He would say as he stopped his momentary victory hump. Giving her another quick wink he would slam his his head forward, his intention was to smash his forehead in to her nose.
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Post by olesya on Aug 9, 2008 20:08:07 GMT -8
Not only had her attack failed, but now here she was, mere inches apart from Dragon boy as he fell face first over top of her, pinning her to the ground. The junior let out a shriek of surprise that was cut off into a grunt as his body collided with hers, knocking her to the ground and pinning her there. Ugh, alright fine...Dragon boy: 1, Olesya: 0. However, the look on his face was disturbing, and the feeling solidified when he winked and began to hump her. Suddenly the girls eyes got exaggeratedly large and her face turned red.
"UGH! You pig!" She shrieked, thrashing like an angry cat trying to escape. because she had been in a crab walk-like position when she fell to the floor, her arms were still bent, her hands up near her chest. Wrestling her hands upward between them, the moment she freed one she slapped him across the face as hard as she could just as he stopped humping.
'Looks like you are stuck now.'
As his head slammed downward at her own, Olesya tilted her neck to the side, sliding her head out of the way of his, where it would collect with her shoulder, or better yet, the floor. Either way she hoped it would pose a distraction for her to thrash again, rocking her body to the left and pushing with her hip to flip over and push him off of her. If he rolled over she would reverse their position, sitting across his torso and looking down at him and smile.
And then punch him in the face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Aug 9, 2008 20:16:39 GMT -8
Mathew would feel the slap ring across his cheek leaving a red mark on his face. One that he would ignore. Not like it was the first time that a girl had slapped him. He would laugh when she called him a pig. There was another reason for the humping. It was pissing her off and an angry enemy was a stupid enemy. Mathew's grin would stay on his face though, it was something he always did. Not only because he enjoyed fighting, but he liked pissing people off, it made them easy to use.
When he went to headbutt her he would hit her shoulder since she moved her head, it was a shame but it was a part of life. And of course she would take that chance to try and push him off of her. But he wasn't done with her yet. So he would use his weight and position to push her down to keep her pinned down on to the ground flashing her another grin. This time though he would move his head down to press his lips against hers. He wasn't going to use tongue since he didn't want her to bite it. But he was going to really piss her off now if he could.
However he wasn't just gonna be playing kissing games, as their lips were together he would send his right knee slamming in to her between her legs since that was the easiest place to get. Even if she didn't have the same equipment he did he was a strong guy. And just to make it worse he would start to grind his knee in to the spot where he hit. Just to make it all the worse.
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Post by olesya on Aug 9, 2008 20:36:12 GMT -8
Colliding once more with the cold floor with an 'oomph,' Olesya fumed, trying to think of a plan. The one major pain about being a girl was that against a guy, she was a lightweight. Unless she was overweight or a freaking gladiator, he could pin her with his weight no contest. Fuck.
Again Dragon boy, flashing one of his stupid grins, caught her by surprise....by kissing her. Who the fuck did this ass think he was?! Turning her head sharply away from him, she would break the kiss, snarling. She would have wiped her mouth on her sleeve if she could move, but alas, she was pinned. Fucking boy, thinking he can go around and use girls as sex dolls or something?! He had been playing the white haired girl and now he thought he could play his trick on her. Well no way. She opened her mouth to snarl an insult when his knee collided with her pelvis.
"Bleck, you fucking- UGH!"
She cringed in pain as he knee collided, jarring her pelvic bone horribly. Okay sure, she wasn't built like a guy down there obviously, but it was still a sensitive area and to hit bone was rather painful, no matter who you are. Cursing and spitting, she fought to get out from underneath him. A yellow light sparkled over her skin much like it had during her fight against Faust when her Qi had kicked in, spreading down her limbs until it simply became an aura about her. The power to get back on her feet and keep fighting, Olesya wasn't one to fight sitting down, she wasn't one to give up...but unlike in the underground ring, she wasn't feeling any different. Her muscles were still constricted and fatigued, her body still riddled with pain, why was this? Her last ditch effort wasn't working? Was it even her last ditch effort to defeat this goon?
Placing her palms against his chest she pushed, grinding her teeth. "Get..off...me...you...big...buffoon!" Olesya wondered briefly what had happened to her white haired ally, was she planning something or was she inhibited from attacking somehow? The junior would begin scratching, hitting, biting, kicking, attacking every part she could reach in her pinned state to make him move enough that she could escape. Sure guys were stronger, but girls fought dirty.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 9, 2008 22:27:32 GMT -8
Red…red…and more red. The entire room seemed to be covered in a red like film. Everything was a deep shade of blood and Bastilles eyes twitched unsteadily. The more violence, and more movement the more her eyes seemed to freak out. Her brain was having trouble keeping up and it was trying with all its might to adjust. Thus giving her a headache. The cigarette dropped from her mouth as she took a step back leaning against the cold wall.
She couldn’t even concentrate. Looking away from the battle all together she tried to regain her eyes for a moment. However they continued to sting. She wanted to shake out the contacts but they felt burned into her eyes by now. Bastille felt odd as her body overflowed with energy to move…to move twice as fast as all she saw. However she felt…well…unconfident about that. However her muscles spasmed with being held at bay. Her entire body was rippling it seemed.
After what seemed a good five minutes, or to Bastille a good five hours, Her eyes seemed to calm down and her muscles responded faster. She pivoted her foot to face the battle again. She could hear it clearly. Every word and breathe made, she could even hear Mathews heart beat steadily as the other girls beat fast with fury. Bastille smirked, walking calmly forward, picking up the cigerette and placing it between her lips again. A new passion overtaking her body…she’d almost call it vampiric. Pushing off her speed seemed to have increased maybe a little but well, she was still fast.
Her body was near Mathews in a second her sword digging deeply around the edge of the coat into his neck. She didn’t care if it didn’t do any damage to him, it would at least leave a scratch, because to any normal person that blow would have shattered every bone in their neck. She then slammed her knee into his groin and pivoting again raised her leg and let it fall harshly on his lower back. Her lips pulled back over her teeth in a smirk. She pointed her sword and went next to stab it through his hand. If she put enough force behind it, to any normal person it would probably stab right through. Her qi however was also acting oddly. It was sparking around her. Trying to defy the powers of the other but failing it its weak second form. Bastille didn’t seem to notice that or her partner. Her body had recovered from its fever in but an instant…and odd instant…or maybe it had just gone numb.
Her crimson eyes stared hungry at Mathew as she jumped back flipping in the air and landing gracefully on her feet. She hadn’t even noticed her hair was now touching her knees or around the area. Not like it mattered. She would cut it later. Her sword at her right side as she held up her left hand and beckoned him forward with a masochistic smile. She was the same…of course …..she just had a new perk to add to the book, one that changed her world to red. She felt like she could take on Mathew, and weather that was true or not…well she would see.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Aug 22, 2008 0:47:46 GMT -8
Mathew was an unstoppable force, an unmovable object. Mathew Amtrum, the Earth Dragon was a legend. There was no one back home that could stand against him, and from what he had seen here there was no one here that could either. People wondered why he always chose the violent route, why he chose to step on those weaker to him to grasp for even more power. The answer was simple, those that were weak didn't deserve said power. If they couldn't hold on to it then they were not fit for it. That wasn't the only reason, but it was the most common one that he gave out, when he gave out a reason that is. Another reason would be simply that he was bored, not having a challenge in life was dull. That was why he pushed himself to his limits, limits that he recently discovered. However, these girls would not bring him to his limits.
He would hear Bastille coming at him in the quite room, but there was little he could do without freeing the second girl from his grasp. That meant the most logical move was to take the blows and continue to bash on the girl in his grip while he had her.
The blows wouldn't really do much damage to be honest, the blow to his groin would be blocked by the large trench coat making it ineffective, the blow to the hand would probably bruise, and the one to the neck did make his head move forward but only left a small cut. He was built Ford tough.
During this time he wouldn't let go of the girl he had, he wanted to finish her off before going after Bastille, it would make it easier on him at least. And since Sean was just gonna heal his wounds afterwards, he didn't care if they did manage to hurt him.
His attacks would come swiftly after each other. First he would once again knee her in the pelvis hoping to hit the same spot hard, and while the pain from his blow worked his way through her body he would attempt a second headbutt which would hopefully land right in her face this time breaking her nose and disorienting her enough that he could finish her.
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Post by olesya on Aug 27, 2008 20:02:03 GMT -8
(Do you think we should wrap this up because of the event?)
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Olesya continued thrashing and yelling, obscenities, curses, anything that came to mind as she tried to wriggle out from under his weight. She had managed to scoot backward/up a few paces before he kneed her in the groin once more...fuck did that hurt. >< The obscenities stopped as she cringed and bit her lip, slight crimson dotting the surface. This was ridiculous.
"You fucking, no-good...-"
She started up, breaking off when he headbutted her, both collision between their craniums and subsequently the back of head against the floor sending black sparklies into her vision. Her ears rung horribly and she felt sick. Instant headache, all movement ceased as she fought unconsciousness. She wouldn't black out, she wouldn't let herself. This bastard wasn't going to get the best of them. Fuck Dragon boy and his trench coat, fuck Sean Barker and this whole place.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 27, 2008 20:13:50 GMT -8
Bastille had no chance of this alone. She used her entire body and slammed herself into Mathew. If nothing else she would slam…wait a distraction. His coat right…though powerful it could be removed like a regular coat yes? Bastille knew he would have to let go to stop her wandering hands. She began to grab at the opening of his coat doing whatever she needed to try and open it. If she could slide it half way down his back she could use her sword for the rest. She was growing desperate to keep this girl, her partner conscious. As one hand was reaching around his shoulders to undo his coat the other took her sword and slammed the hard metal part of the hilt up into his nose and face. She just needed to make him let go. God anything to make him let go of her.
Using one hand to continuously impale in on his face with the metal part of her sword which was parallel to her arm so it was cutting deeply into her own skin as she did so. She also focused on any other open part of the skin hard enough to break bones her other hand worked vigorously at trying to get the coat off.
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