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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 20, 2009 20:40:12 GMT -8
It was foolish to assume he would stand idly by as she came launching upwards, and no sooner then she had connected her shin to his knee would she find that he had put a plan in action no sooner then she had left the ground. That elbow cocked back, and yet, despite the fact he was about to launch a wild corkscrew at her, his face was calm, devoid of emotion.
Still. Her movements did make the male reconsider any thought he had left of her being the same old Sara, as that leap alone had made it clear she was not the helpless damsel she had been when he had her in his car like a cat in heat.. a ravenous cat who loved food. Ah. Memories.
Though, just she aimed to move forwards again that fist came soaring outwards, all that strength and weight being thrown into it, to top it all off the thing was twisting as it came. Now she was left with a dilemma. She would take the bone crunching blow, and continue with her current course of action in trying to strike him, or she could defend herself and some how manage to divert the blow or lessen the damage, or just shift properly to get away from it.. it was up to her to determine the best course of action.
"Seems owning you will come with more benefits then a sexy body and that cute little face. "
He of course said this amidst their battle for one simple reason.. ok two, it was the truth, and he was looking to test the waters of her concentration and determine if it could be abused and bent to his will.. not her own. A dirty trick, but hey, in a fight he was not one to give up toys even if he did come right at an enemy.. besides, all bets were off, as he knew she was talking about Little Katsuri getting that tattoo.. and boy that would be awkward.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 20, 2009 23:54:15 GMT -8
Sara saw the fist coming. ABORT! ABORT! No way in hell was she going to risk taking that hit from the talking mountain D< It was time to put these gloves of hers to the test. Her knees, resting against his knee for the few moments provided just enough balance that as his fist came forward, she would be able to catch his fist with her left hand before it hit her. Her left arm would be bent at the elbow, cocked back, her hand wrapped around the outside of his fist. Now was the tricky part. As his fist continued to move forward, her whole body would move back with it as she attempted to push back against his punch, her legs slipping off his knee and straightening. By using the gloves, she would be hanging of his fist, her feet dangling just above the ground, her small weight supported by his strength. If it all went well, her expression would first be that of shock,  " then awkwardness as she realized how stupid this looked. D< GECKO GLOVES FTW D< "Seems owning you will come with more benefits then a sexy body and that cute little face. "She would glare at him, letting go of his fist and dropping lightly to the ground. Pffffft >3> "You haven't won yet, don't be so..." She chuckled. "Cocky. Now are you going to man-up and attack, or do I have to keep doing all the work?" OOC - Gecko Grip Gloves (Wearer does not lose grip on any surfaces.) |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 21, 2009 0:08:25 GMT -8
The girl grabbed hold of him with some sort of weird grip.. hmm. He tried to pull his fist back before she let go and was met with her moving slightly with it, getting his brow to cock as his grin came nice and heavy. That's what it was eh? His hand opened suddenly as she let go and she'd have felt him try to snatch one of her hands, putting palm to palm.. as it'd be difficult for her to make his clamping falter, and given these things made it harder for her to slip ( Given he has no clue it is impossible to remove from the surface like that. ) it would make holding onto her easier. She'd have gotten a wild look suddenly at her comment of being cocky, poor Sara had just woken the beast. That body being flexible would have twisted in a slightly upwards motion, jerking her up and then down with it if he had hold of her hand, aiming to slam her right into the upper cut which was coming up like a hail mary into the end zone. Something needed to be in the background right about now. Right, those lips parted from his grin and she would have heard a rather loud yell as that fist had just gotten the shift of his hips, uprooting all the strength from those legs from the ground, carrying it up, and then the wild exaggerated motion of his free hand coming in a fashion again to a shoryuken.. and yet he yelled something else. "FALCON PUNCH!"The yell was long enough that it carried through just enough so that the fist could connect unless she got around it.. he wondered just how much Sara could take, as after all she had improved greatly, but she was still half his size, well, not really, but he still dwarfed the poor girl by quite a bit as far as height and weight went. |
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 25, 2009 9:56:10 GMT -8
Just as Sara let go of his hand and went to drop, his hand suddenly opened, catching her hand so that they were palm to palm, his hand gripping hers. Well... >_>" That... Kinda sucked... >_>" AND THE GLOVES BECOME HELL SPAWN D< What had been a good thing with her gloves, now became a problem as it was going to be nearly impossible to make him let go so she could get out of his grip. Still, she continued with her smart-ass comment though, and flinched at the look on his face, knowing it probably hadn't been her smartest idea. He twisted, drawing his fist back, and she was suddenly pulled up by his hand, then pulled back down. The momentum of the movement made any retaliation nearly impossibly as his fist slammed into her abdomen, his.... " Battlecry? sounding through the air. She would have laughed had she not been in so much pain. She didn't know whether the fact that his fist would stay where it connected was a good thing, because it stopped her from having to hold all her weight with the arm she was hanging from, or a bad thing, because his fist was still digging into her just below her breasts. She let her weight fall onto his fist, her free hand wrapping onto his forearm for support as she sucked in air trying to catch her breath. Her feet still weren't touching the ground, and his arms were longer. The position also prevented her from striking back. So... It was a bad thing =_=" But more then anything, it was an eye opener. She had become so used to her qi, that without it, she was useless now in a fight. She was dependent on it now. After this... That was something she was going to need to work on =_= |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 25, 2009 10:05:19 GMT -8
The large man saw how she reacted, even through that rapid pace, and it pleased him to see her realize that he was not treating her with such care any longer. The hand that was pressed against her ribs would have opened itself dropping her off his grip, leaving her grab on his forearm the only thing keeping her there, but as it did she would have seen the thing come upwards, aiming to grab her by the neck, and if it had she would have got his body dropping forwards, hurling all four-hundred fifty pounds into the slam, looking to knock her into the blacktop with a force he would use on a male if he was fighting them for real.
Either way, if all of this worked he would have been over top of her, those large knees spread on either side of her waist, sitting back on her legs preventing them from moving, and of course, the gecko gloved hand was till palm clamped against his own, dwarfed by it, making the hold easier then it should have been even with the non-slip surface.
Katsuri had never seen her Qi in action, but when you gave off an aura that devoured the energy of others, you had a tendency to never see Qi at all just from the lack of people able to over come it to strike others, let alone himself. Now though, if everything had gone to plan, the girl was in the same place he had held her in before, and that would have been the fact that she was his. The free hand he had would have come down across her body slowly, grabbing hold of one of those breasts, fingers doing something particularly naughty, but it would have gotten the point across that this new her was actually quite a difference.
"Seems your tattoo will have to wait until you earn it.. that is unless you are going to prove me wrong. "
In the end, despite his perversion, he saw the girl had expanded her potential, and still had quite a bit more to go. It made him want to train her, make her stronger, make her capable of destroying the teacher so to speak.. but the question is after humiliation would she be able to?
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 25, 2009 10:41:33 GMT -8
The fist supporting her abdomen suddenly moved. Sara grunted, the spot he had hit flaring in pain again. His hand suddenly wrapped around her neck. She had a brief moment of 'what the hell... I'm screwed' before she was slammed back against the pavement, a very large weight pinning her legs.
This time, she did cry out in pain. The slam had been extremely rough, her back exploding in pain, and she could feel the small scrapes and cuts from the tiny pebbles and rocks sitting on the paved ground. Forcing her eyes open, she looked around taking stock of the situation. She was pinned, with only one free hand, the other still in his grip.
She had never wished she had qi more then she did this moment. Ohhh, the things she would do with it to him... She definitely wouldn't be in this position. It made her smile evilly through the pain as she looked up at him, hey eyes telling him exactly what she though of him at this exact moment. It was smile or admit defeat. And Sara wasn't one to give up this easily. She let her free arm lay to her side, waiting to see what he did before making any quick attempted and putting herself in a worse situation.
And then she froze, his hand sliding downwards and cupping her breast, touching her. She had to fight the urge to squirm, knowing it was probably what he wanted. She couldn't however, fight the urge to do nothing. Her free hand grabbed onto his wrist, trying to push it upwards and away from her so he wouldn't be touching her, or at least hold his hand still. She couldn't think of anything else more humiliating. She had talked big around this area, and was now backing down. Every woman's worst nightmare... At least she wasn't squirming and crying.
"Seems your tattoo will have to wait until you earn it.. that is unless you are going to prove me wrong. "
"Shut up and take your hand off me. Now." She shifted, her mind fighting itself on whether to just squirm until she was out, or try to keep some sense of dignity by squirming... subtly. She tried to pull her other hand out of his grip.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 25, 2009 11:09:47 GMT -8
The amusement with how he had hold of this girl was simple, in that she was owned completely.. rather she realized it yet or not. That hand did not move from her, even as she gripped his wrist and tried to squirm around, but he did do something else. That large body dipped down and he was right in her face, grinning at her as she seemed to be struggling, if not but slightly.
Those lips licked he just shook his head, dragging teeth nice and slow along her jaw line, keeping that hand about her breast, but he was doing something else with it, keeping her little body pinned against the ground so retaliation was harder for her to let loose.
"You see.. if I were to let go.. then you would not admit you like where we are right now.. even though I believe you can be far stronger then you are now."
This said he would have let go of her breast, and she'd have seen that hand jerking back and aiming to drill it down into her face, still restricting the other with his tied up arm.. this meant one thing, and that was her defenses were almost pointless, as she only had the one arm and her forehead in her current position to swing around, and it was a suggestion to use them as the punch e had just hurled was liable to slam her head back into the tar without a car.. he respected the girl as a fighter, and thus, made him deadly.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 25, 2009 11:33:55 GMT -8
Sara tried with every fiber of her being to sink into the ground as he leaned down, his face getting right up to hers. His teeth ran along her jaw as she tried to turn her head, fighting what he was doing to her. He was keeping her pinned further now, his body pressing down on most of her, her arm caught between them as she held onto his wrist.
"You see.. if I were to let go.. then you would not admit you like where we are right now.. even though I believe you can be far stronger then you are now."
Sara growled low in her throat, anger building inside her at what he was saying. "You're a sick fuck, you know that?" How the hell was she supposed to fight back with something like 400+ pounds sitting on her body? It took everything in her not to lose it and just start screaming anything that came to mind at him. She was damn well not going to dignify that with an answer though and was going to try to remain calm.
His hand let go of her breast, drawing back. She saw the opening and instinctively took the opportunity to try slam her free hand at the side of his head. Not willing to take the chance that her attack would do nothing, she immediately pulled the arm back across her face and prepared for the worst.
If there was one thing she had learned in the last year, it was to admit defeat. She would be willing to admit his win if he just stopped. He had humiliated her in more then one way today. Without her qi, she was useless, and look where it had landed her. Pinned under him as he groped her. If he knocked her out though, this could be just the beginning to what might happen to her.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 25, 2009 12:13:13 GMT -8
There was another movement by that girl, and a fist came shooting upwards, catching him just in the side of the jaw, sending him slightly to the side opposite of where it had struck, but just as she had slammed it in she'd have met that fist hitting, striking her in the forehead, watching as the thing tried to dig it backwards into the tar.. if he did not stop chances were he was going to crush the poor girls skull. Considering he did not want to break his toy though, he would have let that hand unclench, losing all of its force and falling apart as he withdrew it, leaving her with only a minor strike, but one that would have gotten the point across.
"Submit."
This was all he said to her, even as that face, lacking in expression what it had a few short minutes ago was left alone, a grin would have been appropriate, but he was quite serious in what he was saying.. if for no other reason then the fact he really did not want to hurt the girl too bad as he wanted something else from her today, which was evident by the fact no sooner then he had said that and removed his hand did he try to grab the other and pin it above her head, leaning himself back down.
His face maybe an inch from hers he would have upturned it into a smile, as after all, she truly had changed as he knew well she would not have caused his jaw to rock like that when they last saw one another, and whats more if she would have definitely not left the red mark that had appeared on the thing linger for more then a seconds notice of the cause. This pleased him, and because of that, she would have got his lips locking to her own, nice and tight, eyes slipping shut as he leaned into that, holding here in the middle of the road.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 25, 2009 13:00:46 GMT -8
Sara's fist connected with his jaw, but before she could bring her arm back down over her face to protect herself, he had already dropped his fist on her. Her head exploded in pain, the back of her head digging into the ground beneath her. Yet she wasn't knocked out when his fist unclenched and he pulled it away. Sara knew, whether she wanted to admit it or not, that he had held back. For what reason though, she didn't know. Her arm went to her head, cradling the spot he had hit her. He had even been so kind as to not go for her face. "Submit."He grabbed her other hand, pinning it to the ground above her head. The blow to the head had confused her, and she felt it best to not push her luck. At least not now. It was obvious she was in a very bad position here, and really had no other option then to... submit. She let out a small sound, a cry of sorts, as he leaned forward again, pressing his lips to hers, but didn't fight him. She refused to return the favor, refused to move her lips for him, but she didn't fight him. This was better then continuing with the fight. She had lost, and she doubted he was just going to stand up and let her go if she continued to deny it, nor did she feel the need to continue to receive a beating.  ... On second thought... This wasn't THAT bad... Her lips parted slightly as she pushed her lips against his, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 25, 2009 13:51:35 GMT -8
That kiss lingered for only a moment longer before he would have pulled back, flicking his tongue over it after wards, those eyes locked down on her cute little face, knowing full well that she had enjoyed it, even if she would not admit it. With it broken, he would have brought himself up and off of her little form, helping her to her feet and then dusting himself off from their little romp about on the blacktop, as that was the only problem with fighting on the ground, you got dirty quite easily.
"You belong to me now.. and I have not decided how.. but I will show the world this."
Of course, the thought of a tattoo crossed his mind, especially given she had been so willing to have him have Saras Bitch put in ink on a more sensitive part of his body, but in another sense a brand would have been more symbolic of him owning the girl. The question was.. where would he go from there now that he had one waiting to be brought up to the next level, as after all, with the way things were going it was quite possible that there would be numerous people lining up to play with the two.
This is when the day that had been going so well turned for the worst, some idiot on a cellphone came plowing by and struck the man with the front of his car, slamming the male into the hood of it hard enough that he cracked the engine block with his immense weight, as well as caved part of the hood in to form about his body.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 25, 2009 14:21:14 GMT -8
Sara had finally given in, only to have to him pull away moments later. A small sound in her throat told of her protest as he got to his feet. With his help, she managed to get to her own, and try to wipe the dirt from herself. Her head was spinning, and her vision was blurred. She could feel the blood on her back and the back of her head drying, knotting her hair.
"You belong to me now.. and I have not decided how.. but I will show the world this."
She didn't even bother with a reply, but her first thought was of Matrim and what he was going to think when he found out about this. She didn't doubt for a second that he was going to make good on that. Maybe in the future there would be a way out of it, a rematch or something...
A loud crash filled the air, and her eyes looked up to see the accident. For a moment she stood motionless, staring at the scene. The hood of the car was caved in under the weight of his body. She stood frozen in shock for a moment then stumbled forward pulling out her phone and calling 9-1-1.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 2:34:39 GMT -8
The large man was flat, or rather, as flat as he could be against that surface, the car smoking and smoldering, making noise as it stopped working completely and died out no longer running. He was out cold, although most people hit at that speed would have been removed from the scene in a black bag Katsuri was not your everyday eight foot giant. This would have been clear, as by time the ambulance had come he was stirring from his spot, those eyes slipping open and an immense pain shooting up his back, something he had not felt before and it got a loud yell from him.
"AUGH!... what.. the hell."
He coughed slightly, wincing to the pain that slipped through his form, racking him around like he had been put through hell. Trying to get up, he just found he could not get his footing, which was all the more apparent by the fact that a lot of the metal had caved in around him preventing it. It was like he had blended with the car.
The sound of sirens caused him to look around, noticing Sara.. figuring she had been the one to call, which got him to shake his head and sink it back down against the cracked windshield, letting those eyes shut back.. he'd only rest them for a little while.. just enough to get his strength back, that is.. until he closed them and they felt too heavy to open again. Maybe he would just dose for a little while instead, rest, yes, thats what he needed.
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" then awkwardness as she realized how stupid this looked.
... On second thought... This wasn't THAT bad... Her lips parted slightly as she pushed her lips against his, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.