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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 15:43:42 GMT -8
Sara grabbed a hold of his shirt, but before she could hit him, his fist came up, slamming downwards towards his face. She flinched, and it hit her on her head.
Well... At least it wasn't her face.
Her fist tightened on his shirt as a result of the spasm of pain her body gave. He was so much stronger then her, and he really hadn't held back with his punch. She was pushed away from him by the force of his attack. Her head exploded in pain, and her vision went black for a second, coming back almost immediately but with a massive pounding in her head. The lights went out again, and all she could see was blackness. She had a what the fuck moment, and then it was over as it came back to her. It didn't matter right now if her vision was blurry or anything else, it was dark anyways. Not like she could see either way.
She used the force of his punch to her head, and as she dropped downwards and pulled him with her fist, which was still clutched to his shirt. Her goal was to pull him down with her, get him in the water, and try to... She didn't know quite yet, maybe drown him or something... She would need to see if it worked.
If that didn't work, she would use her fist on his shirt to remain close to him, and above water. She would pull herself back up, using him like a climbing wall, and try again for the punch when she gained her feet.
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Post by valekin on Feb 15, 2009 15:55:12 GMT -8
It was a 'oh come on' moment. He had honestly started to think about whether or not he should pry her little hands from his shirt. He liked this shirt, he would be pissed if she tore it. But then an idea came to him, why not kick her? After all, she was hanging out there in the water in front of him. There's no reason why he couldn't just let loose and kick her. So he pulled his right leg back, and would give her a good kick. It would probably land somewhere around her chest or in an area lower, depending on how far she had actually gotten to pulling herself up.
The water had risen to eighty centimeters.
Provided his kick hit her (probably would), Valekin would reach down to grab her by the hair, so he could pull her from the water. He didn't want her to drown, after all, she was just a kid. But he wasn't doing charity work, he was going to throw her up at the ceiling. He had plenty of strength to do it, it would be no problem, but god forbid she rip his shirt.
Then the lights came back on.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 16:32:59 GMT -8
Again, she didn't succeed in hitting him. She felt his body moving as his leg drew back. He threw it towards her, and it connected with her chest. The wind was knocked from her, and pain resounded throughout her chest. Goddamn him... I'm going to kill him... The only consolation...
She had managed to keep a hold of his shirt! =D
She dropped again, her legs buckling under her, as she held onto his shirt for dear life. There was no fucking way in hell she was letting go now. She felt his hands grab onto her hair. Her face contorted in pain as he lifted her, her hair pulling against her scalp.
Sara went nuts. Using the hand that wasn't latched onto his shirt, she clawed and beat at him, finally fisting that hand to, onto his shirt. She pulled herself to his chest, pulling on the shirt, her hands moving, grabbing at different spots. One of the hands fisted on the neck of the shirt... and yes... she so went there...
The shirt ripped. =D
She continued to claw at him, pulling herself against his chest. She let go of his shirt, wrapping her right arm around his waist, hugging herself to him, the left arm wrapping around him slightly higher, around his chest, her hand reaching upwards and grabbing into his hair. She pulled downwards, pulling at his hair.
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Post by valekin on Feb 15, 2009 16:45:19 GMT -8
Ffffriiiiip.....
She tore his shirt.
-Sigh.-
Oh well.
It would have been a touching moment as she beat at him and then grabbed onto him, but then she kind of grabbed his hair, and that was a no no. So many people liked his hair, they would kill for it. So he let go of hers, and instead would grab her by the throat, his right knee coming in at her side hard to hit her in the ribs. Perhaps something would be breaking right about now?
Of course he'd squeeze on her throat pretty hard, strangling her a bit. Only until she would be unconscious, he wasn't so mean as to crush her windpipe or kill her. The little girl seemed to be clinging to him, and he was going to force her off him by her neck.
The water had also risen to ninety centimeters, almost a whole meter. The lights had also gone out just then.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 17:05:02 GMT -8
He let go of her hair, and if it was possible, pulled her self closer against him, pushing herself against his chest. She didn't know how much closer she could get, she was practically molded to him now. His hand moved to grab her by the throat. Well he was going to have to pry her off. She faught against his hand, burying her face into his chest. She felt his leg come up, trying to kick her in the ribs. She felt the impact, but because of the water and her closeness to him, it wasn't that bad.
She then wrapped her legs around his. NO. BLOODY. WAY. was she letting go now. Nu uh. No way. She clawed at his back, shimmying herself up his body. She ignored anything he did, instead focusing solely on using his hair like Rapunzel and clawing her way up his body, until her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms, wrapped around him just under his underarms, fisted in his hair, pulling.
At this point, she was just desperate. Her head was at his shoulder level. She bit him, digging her teeth into his flesh.
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Post by valekin on Feb 15, 2009 17:36:18 GMT -8
If she was going to be like that, clawing and biting, then it was ok for him too, right? Right. He sighed, and then would place both hands on her middle back, open palmed. Then he would rake his claws, actual claws, up her back, to actually cut her open. She bit him, but she would find that his muscles on his chest were quite hard, and that his skin was a little more difficult to bite through than originally planned.
"I didn't know you liked me like that."
He was debating biting her on the skull. He had sharp fangs, but that would probably crack her skull open. But clawing open her back was probably enough, considering the claws were quite long. If he had to give her credit for one thing, it was her determination to win and hold out. He would have thought that last good hit on her head would have taken her out. Now with the new cuts that would be coming about, she'd have to worry about bleeding into unconsciousness.
A hundred centimeters of water and he was clawing at her back, probably tearing up her shirt.
Then the lights came on.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 18:05:22 GMT -8
She bit into his shoulder, but it was more like biting into a jaw breaker. But he had to be feeling something right? She hoped so. She continued to bite, even if it was only because at this point, it was the only thing she could do.
And then she felt his hands on her back. she opened her eyes. Shit-GAH His claws broke through her skin, and he raked his fingers up her back, slicing through her skin. She stopped biting him, her head dropping back as she screamed in pain. She fought against him, trying to make him stop, but the pressure he was putting on her back held her to him.
She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, letting go of his hair with her hands. She would hook her hands under his arms and try to push herself downwards, and away from him. In order to do that, she had to force his claws higher up her back, but as long as she got away from him.
As soon as she was low enough on him, she would grab out with her right hand, her fingers in a clawed shape and she would grab him... his manhood. She was fighting dirty, she knew this, was 100% aware of it.
She would reach between his legs, grabbing and squeezing as hard as she could, and then she would pull and twist. It was what her mother had always told her to do if she was attacked. Her mom called it STP. Squeeze, twist, pull. She said it would take a man down in less then a second. She didn't believe her mother, and on top of that, the people in this school were different from any normal men. But they were still men. And it still had to hurt.
She could feel something running down her back, her shirt torn to shreds, nearly falling off of her. She didn't know if it was water or blood, but she knew either way, she didn't have very long.
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Post by valekin on Feb 17, 2009 18:46:41 GMT -8
When she shifted, Valekin sprawled with his claws still in her back. The sprawl would take her underwater, where the blood was already clouding the water. She wouldn't be able to reach his man parts because a sprawl involves the sudden and deliberate kicking of one's legs out from under themselves. It is a defensive move that moves the lower body and legs away from an attacker, primarily used in grappling.
Valekin has used this move before to defend himself from incoming attack, it was sort of a reflex action.
This time however he was using it because a brilliant idea came across his mind. There's a meter of water in the hallway, and he's a soldier with training, she's a little girl. Odds were that he could hold his breath longer than she could, especially if he had her body pinned under him (her head primarily), and she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Consider that if one control's their enemy's head they can control their entire body.
Tick tock, a hundred ten centimeters. How long can a girl last?
The lights went out. Drowning in the dark?
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 17, 2009 19:21:15 GMT -8
He pushed her under the water holding her down. She started freaking out immediately. She didn't like this. Not at all. She wanted him to let her go. She clawed at him, or tried to, but it was no use, her position was just that awkward. She could feel her lungs burning. She was reaching now for any part of him she could reach, trying to just touch him, to get his attention. She was going to drown. She wanted this to stop. She was scared. She wanted to tap out. Her lungs were burning and aching for air, her head was starting to pound. She really only had another few moments until she blacked out.
Common, I give up, let me go...
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Post by hualord on Feb 17, 2009 19:30:19 GMT -8
K.O.!! Winner: Valekin +4 Loser: Sara +4 |
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