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Post by David B. on Oct 30, 2009 15:06:28 GMT -8
David plowed through the car, watching the boy as he rolled away. Give chase? No. He waited, hearing the kid stomp on the car before launching himself skyward. David would be standing among smoke and flame, so as Sudeki was in the air, Davids laughing face would suddenly rocket out of it, Spikes kick glancing off his left shoulder as he shot out his left hand to grip him at the knee. His right fist would slam into his opponents sternum before he wrapped his arms around the kids figure. He turned upside down and spun, laughing as he drove his adversaries head along with his own into the cement.
He would stand, a blood trail coming from his head as he would look down at the likely unconscious Sudeki.
"Tch. What a buzz kill..."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Nov 3, 2009 7:48:57 GMT -8
Spike felt the contact from his kick, but it wasn't the impact he knew it should of been. His momentum stopped long enough for him to catch sight of David's attack as he grabbed his knee. Throwing a harsh punch to Spike's sternum likely cracking it, he couldn't tell at the moment the throbbing pain was too much to tell. Spike was then given introduction to a siesmic toss.
The ground came fast, landign his head into the cement. The world was spinning now, darkness attempting to ingulf him. Lke a monster at the edge of his conciouseness waiting, spotting oppertunity where it could, this being the greatest of them.
But... The will of a Sudeki... Its what made them famous for what they did. The Sudeki blood line, the line of warriors for hundreds of generations. If they had nothing else it was the will to kee fighting, even if their body was broken, even if their ability to fight was shattered they kept going.
The left hand of the boy would twitch. Slowly moving to plant against the ground, lifting his head from it. Blood covering half of his head, in his eyes, his body wrecked, he was moving on nothing but will. His eyes where glazed over, probably already unconcious. A line of tears mixed with blood coming from his eyes as he pushed further.
"Guh!"
Blood would splatter from his mouth to the ground as he tried to breath against the pain. Raising his leg to a knee he would push further to stand.
"You."
Spikes voice was feint, hardly audible, but his right hand would appear the dragon, the black flame sparking to life as Spike's eyes flashed the dark sapphire blue of his dad.
"Will."
His knees where shakey, hardly supporting weight. The right hand now forming that claw again as he forced it to move, wave after wave of numbing pain ripped through him from the notion of a second attack.
"Leave."
Spacing his feet apart he would pull his arm back.
"My dad."
Chargin now in a full sprint right for David, blood trailing in the air behind him as he moved, barely staying in a straight line or even on his feet as his knees buckled, he pushed harder, his eyes flashing blue again as he would thrust the claw forward at David.
"Alone!"
That time his voice completely audible, but it was wasted as the fire went away and he lost conciouseness mid thrust. His body likely falling limp to the floor.
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Post by David B. on Nov 3, 2009 9:49:08 GMT -8
David turned, and began to walk away, when a voice spoke out from the rubble.
He stopped, taking half a step back and peering over his shoulder at the bleeding Spike. He stared at him, blanked face, though his estimation rose slightly. His..how do you say? Respect. To have a mission, a goal, so strong in your mind that you begin pushing your body beyond the physical limitations set before you....It was more than admirable. David turned back, facing him fully as he coughed blood everywhere. David had streaks of red down his abdomen from the scratches, which would also leave new scars to be seen. He didn't care- they were but trophys, rewards and gifts from a moment of ecxtasy.
He watched with mild interest as the kid charged, his feet wobbling and his body obviously disoriented. He would wait until the boy comes in close, then slam a fist into his stomach. Unfortunately, the young Sudeki never made it there. He collapsed, his body sliding the final few feet to Davids shoes. He stared down at the kid, a look of respect in his eyes. He looked away, fighting something within himself before cursing under his breath and lifting the body, carrying it inside to the nurses office. He would knock on her door, and when she opened it would only find the body there, and when looking about would see nobody around who would have brought him.
David thought something to himself as he left, a notion of peace and a gift of respect toward the fallen warrior.
'Very well Sudeki. You have earned my respect. I will not fight Leon- for now.'
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