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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2009 19:27:20 GMT -8
Jaus was falling, falling as though he'd never been downed before furious but blank in the same instance he felt weak, the Ex-Captain of Point Hope downed by a woman. IT was impossible, the only one that'd ever put him in that place was Keira and she was a telepath. He had to be stronger than this.
*SLam*
Jaus felt the force of the blade drive into his gut like a wrecking ball leveling him to the floor. The hit would be enough but she continued, beating and battering his weakened body as he gasped out in pain, blood smearing his lips.
"Gah..." Words were empty as he found himself grasping at the floor for help. He wasn't strong enough. A tear wet his eye searching for that much needed strength.
IT wasn't there.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 10, 2009 20:40:02 GMT -8
Bastille walked up to the boy and pointed the tip of her sword, just sharp enough that with enough force she could ram it through his throat. She tapped his chin.
"Get up." She demanded in a tone an officer might use with a lower ranking soldier.
Her eyes where cold and humourless, all the 'fun' of the game gone. Standing before her kill was a knight, who wouldnt hesitate to end this mans misery. Was that a tear? She had never cried in a fight, no man would be aloud to...he would learn. She stood their strong and regal.
"Get up." She repeated the demand with authority.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2009 22:17:33 GMT -8
Jaus hated authority with a bloody passion, he knealed to no man and was stronger that way, that was his passion to fight on without restraints all his years he'd been tortured and met as a fool but he would succeed in getting stronger if here was to be his last day's he'd not beg nor kneel like some pup he'd fight until he broke.
"get that out of my face!" he snarled back pulling himself up into a slouch his body weakened and in tatters and this point.
He couldn't fight on but he'd remain defiant till the end.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 10, 2009 22:26:18 GMT -8
Bastille slammed her heeled boot into his face and slammed him back down to the ground, probably making a slight indent in the pathment.
"pathetic." She chimed in a bored tone.
With that she slightly kicked his face, probably having broken his nose with the last kick. She turned and went to walk away from the poor sap. She took a few steps and stoped, looking over her shoulder then turning forward again.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2009 22:28:59 GMT -8
Jaus felt the shatter in his face, the numbing pain consuming his features, no she wouldn't have this fun not at his expense, if anything she was pushing him further off the reserve and in all honesty he'd prove he could be just as deadly. The taunt was just what brought him over the edge jerking his head back towards her face in defiance. His own bleeding and broken he'd only return her the same courtesy.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2009 21:12:11 GMT -8
She would turn, whipping herself around her hair following her in a long trail as she suddenly crouched letting him topple overtop of her and she would then kick his back.
"I dont break that easily little boy." She hissed and then sheithed her sword deciding better not to fight with it less she break his neck by accident. She didnt want to deal with the cops today. Her crimson eyes narrowed and she slowly began to walk away.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2009 15:37:52 GMT -8
"I wont be taken a foool!!!!!!!" Jaus cried out instantly exploding in power as he stood.
His body still moderately crippled from her expansion Jaus still had the heart to reign on, his Qi powering that very fragile cold spirit within to fight on and this time prove his worth.
Charging forward Jaus would come in low throwing his left arm much like a bade slashing at her belly his head coming up roughly under her chin to knock off that cocky smile.
(ooc:
Strength: 49
Dexterity: 39
Constitution: 43 - 5 = 38
Intelligence: 52
Wisdom: 33
Charisma: 26 -5 = 21
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 15, 2009 16:28:51 GMT -8
Bastille would have time to draw her sword. Withdrawling it with ease, his hand would slam into its unbreakable blade however she had to use her other hand as a brace for the blade not to flip up and hit her in the chest. This caused it to cut into her hand with the severe speed she had used to draw it. As his head came up to whipe the non exsistant smirk off her face she bent backwards and threw the blade over her head as she fell into a backwards bend kicking up on leg right in his crotch.
She would kick up the other hooking it to his jaw in a swift kick and then she flipped over onto all fours trying to take his body with her. She would then spring back to her feet. Should he avoid the attack she would stand staring at him with a rather bored look, despite its emptiness. If he fell she would take the oppertunity to slam her blade down onto his throat length wise creating a vice, crouching over him and pinning his arms with her legs.
Either way she breathed..."I'm sorry, did I offend you? Lets get one thing straight, there are only a few men who can bring me down and you are not one of them, go cry to Gabriel Seran, i hear the french are a tad more forgiving to weaklings.....The British dont play with "lepkins".
(german for adorable child....>.>)
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