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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 22, 2010 12:34:47 GMT -8
Matrim was in the locker room getting dressed into some workout gear. He figured he'd do a couple laps around the school, go up and down some stairs, maybe do some climbing of the school building itself. He wanted ice axes so he could pretend he was on some grand mountain, but sadly that might not work out so well, and he didn't think that a pair of crampons could do so well in the foundation of the school.
Not to mention, have you ever tried getting an ice screw into the side of a school building?
HUH?
HAVE YOU?
IM ASKING YOU A SERIOUS QUESTION MR./MRS./MS. SITTING THERE, READING THIS POST WONDERING WHAT THIS GUY IS SMOKING! HAVE YOU
EVER
PUT AN ICE SCREW
IN THE SIDE OF A BUILDING?
No? Neither have I but it probably sucks balls. In any case he was dancing around to his iPod, his phone on vibrate and in his pocket... which for some reason was uncomfortably close to his guy area. So when it vibrated... let's just say he would know it.
He had just gotten his workout gear on, his short shorts, his hoody, his runners, and he was good to go. He just pumped up the Ke$ha and took off... that is until....
He stopped, his head tilted and his mouth started to foam as his cell phone went off.
Ahhhhhh that feels gooooooood....
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 22, 2010 14:36:21 GMT -8
Sara wore her typical attire. Track pants, tank top, flats, hair tied back. She was going after Matrim again today. And this time, she planned for a serious fight. None of that crap where he didn't take her seriously. She was damned and determined that he fight her with everything he had. It was pissing her off that she didn't know if she was getting stronger or if he was just going easier on her. Today, she'd find out.
She rang his cellphone, bring her phone to her ear as she wandered down the halls of the school, wondering where he was. She waited for him to answer, then, "Where are you baby? Kay.. Stay there, I'm coming to you."
She didn't tell him what she wanted, just hung up the phone as she turned another hallway, realizing she was actually only a few doors from him. She would just show up and get on with it. Hell, everyone should know by now that she had no qualms being in the boys rooms. She had been in the boys bathroom for various reasons, how many times?
Outside the change room, she checked herself. Hair? Tight and in a bun, nothing to pull on. She swung her arms testingly and cracked her neck as she bounced on the balls of her feet, checking her shoes. Everything was set. "Ok.. Here we go."
She opened the door to the change room and stepped inside, looking around with interest. "Nice... Roomy... Perfect." She turned a glare to Matrim. "I wanna fight." She brought her fists in front of her. "So whenever you're ready."
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 22, 2010 14:46:14 GMT -8
"Where are you baby? Kay.. Stay there, I'm coming to you."
"Uhm... but-" *click* ".... I'm in the boys locker room.... this can't end well," He said hanging up his phone and sitting on a bench as he waited for her to show up. Once she had he stood and looked over to her, before he could ask her anything she said something to him.
"Nice... Roomy... Perfect. I wanna fight. So whenever you're ready."
"Alright," He said, "Then let's fight!" He said, starting things off he would simply take after her, she had her two fists up and he would charge at full speed, both hands aiming to reach out and grab her wrists as he would step down on his right foot and attempt to drive his left knee into her abdomen while pulling on her wrists to bring her into the attack.
If that worked he would let go with his right hand, form a fist and punch her in the left side of her head to send her away and off of his knee before putting the foot down to his side so that he would once again be standing and facing her. Assuming this all worked he would draw his right foot back and bring his own fists up.
"I'm more than ready."
I'll give this one my all.... she's a Dragon, she deserves no less than everything I've got. So I'll give her every ounce of strength I have in me. I'll pour it to her to show her exactly how much respect I truly do have for her as a fighter. And as a Dragon.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 22, 2010 19:21:16 GMT -8
"Alright... Then let's fight!"
He came at her quickly. He almost surprised her with how fast he moved and the type of move he used. She had been expecting to have to piss him off and force him to fight her seriously and here he was doing it on his own. She gritted her teeth, knowing she wouldn't be able to get out of the way fast enough and realizing she might be able to use this to her advantage.
He grabbed onto her two wrists. As soon as he did, before he could lock his arms, she jumped, bringing her knees up to her chest and throwing her upper body back to get the angle she needed while there was still some give in his arms. Then she slammed her feet out, aiming to get one foot on his upper chest and one foot on his face. If that alone hadn't made him let go of her wrists, she would then push off of him with her feet planted on him firmly, trying to straighten her legs and pull her wrists from his grasp.
At the same moment, she burst. It would be an oldschool burst, the force coming from within in and exploding outward from all over her. His hands would hopefully be bursted off her wrists, forced to let go, and then through her feet, he would be sent flying back as the force slammed into his face and chest.
If everything went to plan, she would have pushed off him at just the right moment so that she would land on her feet instead of falling straight down like a brick. As soon as she touched the ground she would turn to face him, fists still raised as she waved him forward.
He seemed to be taking her seriously and he damn well better continue to do so. She wanted to seriously fight for once. Like the old days, before they started to see each other. No one fought her like that anymore, and the simple fact that he wouldn't, was like disrespect to her.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 2
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 276
Charisma: 71
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 22, 2010 19:59:12 GMT -8
She bursted off of his face and arms, and he was pushed back, and forced to let go. He had been on one leg so the burst caused him to lose his balance horribly, and as he fell back he somersaulted in order to end up back on one knee and one foot, his hands touching ground. He then grinned and said, "Well if we're using that...."
He ignited in flames, taking off after her, sprinting as hard as he could in order to close the distance and gain momentum as he worked it all into his legs, once he got close he would swing his right leg for her left side, aiming for her hip. He would snap that foot back upon contact of any sort and launch that foot once more for the area around her knee before snapping it back to the ground, raising both of his fists up.
Alright, let's tango.....
(OOC: Strength : 442 (x2)
Dexterity: 310 (x2)
Charisma: 175 (-5, +2)
Posts of Continuous Use: 1)
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 23, 2010 19:28:54 GMT -8
She turned back to face him just as he somersaulted back. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him crouching. That move had been luck. So many things could have gone wrong there and she didn't want to be put in another position like that. The only reason she kept her fists raised in the same way she had in the beginning, was because she figured he wouldn't try the same thing twice.
"Well if we're using that...."
She gave him a small smirk, which immediately fell away when he burst into flames. "Tch..." Crap... He came at her so quickly she barely had time to react. His foot slammed into her hip, knocking her off balance as her hip flared up in pain, her pants smoking slightly from the contact. She hissed in a breath. His flames had always scared her and they were friggin HOT. Again, the foot came back for another hit. It slammed into her knee, this time nearly taking her down. She would have dropped if it wasn't for the gloves.
She caught a locker with her right hand, the glove gripping onto the metal and helping her keep her feet. She swore under her breath, trying to keep her eyes on him through it all. Her right hand was closer to the top of the locker. Her left hand slammed into the locker about halfway down. Using both hands and the grip of the gloves, she pulled the locker off its hinges. Then, with a grunt of effort, she swung it upwards like a golfer, aiming to slam the bottom edge of the locker between his arms and up into his chin. Following up, she took a step towards him, planting her left foot and bringing her right foot up to 'sparta kick' him in the gut and kick him back.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 1
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 276
Charisma: 71
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 23, 2010 19:37:56 GMT -8
Her gloves kept her upright sort of, and as he snapped the foot back he found a locker door make its way between his fists, slamming his chin up, causing his field of vision to be absent of her. Which sucked considering she was his opponent. She was getting stronger, a lot stronger. And he wasn't capable of taking hits like that non stop, nobody was.
And then a kick to gut, hitting him back as he stumbled falling and sliding on his ass. He lost his breath for a moment as he struggled to get back up, coughing as he did, and putting a hand to his mouth. She was definitely strong. Definitely worthy of no less than his full power....
Taking off once more he became a little more reckless. Except he tried to leave himself some room for error. He would charge, his left hand drawn back with it in a claw of sorts, he would aim to run just to her left and slightly past, his left hand would aim for her gut and he would try to slam her back into the lockers and wall behind it. If he missed he would simply keep with the move in order to attack the lockers.
It's no good, I'll have to use four arms before long... and if I can't beat her after that.... then I'll have to resort to one of my technique's... most likely the speed one....
(OOC: Strength : 442
Dexterity: 310
Constitution: 228 (-2)
Charisma: 177 (+2)
Posts of Continuous Use: 2)
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 24, 2010 17:22:13 GMT -8
Sara blew out a breath as he slid back on his ass. This was tougher then she had thought, but... She honestly had no idea what was going on. She was pretty damn sure he was going easy on her and it was pissing her off. "What the hell Matrim?!" She growled in anger, taking a step towards him. She was out of breath from the exertion, but she was doing pretty well so far.
This time, when he came at her, she could tell he was just being reckless, just doing whatever came to mind. She wanted to throw up her hands and tell him to blow it out his ass. Who the hell did he think he was that he was going easy on her!? She couldn't forgive that. She had asked him for a real fight, and he was still holding back. The frustration continued to grow in her as she sidestepped him, turning as she moved so that she faced his back.
In her anger, she grabbed another locker. If this was how he wanted to play, then so be it. She moved to the lockers he had just run into, grabbing another locker door with her other hand. Ripping it off its hinges, she now had a locker in either hand, the gloves gripping the surface and making them stick to her. She waited patiently, stepping up behind him. She could feel the heat from his flames, holding the lockers out at her sides as she waited for the click that she could use her qi again. "Take me SERIOUSLY! Do you have that little respect for me?!"
OOC - Posts till next burst - 0
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 276
Charisma: 71
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 24, 2010 17:28:21 GMT -8
"What the hell Matrim?!" She said, dodging his attack. He wasn't sure why she was so upset, that was an honest attempt at attacking her, brought down due to his own lack of attack plan. He had gotten frustrated, and it was a mistake. Another mistake was that he had effectively caused a large crater in the side of the wall, cracking it to some extent, but his hand had gotten caught by it.
Shit...
"Take me SERIOUSLY! Do you have that little respect for me?!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP I AM TAKING YOU SERIOUSLY!" Matrim said, losing his anger as he turned back trying to get himself out of the wall with a pull, then a second pull. And then getting fed up he gripped down against the wall with the hand that was stuck. "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!"
Matrim pulled the wall over, causing it to crumble and collapse. Once free he would recover and go back to the defensive, attempting to rethink his strategy with fighting her. He was a grappler, and the only trouble with that was when somebody was too afraid to come close to you. And if they could just pick something up and hit you with it, you started to appear SOL.
(OOC: Strength : 442
Dexterity: 310
Constitution: 228
Charisma: 179 (+2)
Posts of Continuous Use: 3)
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 24, 2010 17:46:13 GMT -8
"SHUT THE HELL UP I AM TAKING YOU SERIOUSLY!"
THERE! She felt the click that her qi was ready, like a ding signaling that the oven was ready that came from inside her. She gritted her teeth, preparing herself. She could tell she had a moment, his hand seemed to be stuck in the wall. But it wasn't going to be long before he broke through it. She took a deep breath, her mind screaming that she was stupid to get so close to his flames. He let out a roar, just as she stepped forward, using the two locker doors to essentially crush his head.
Like one of those monkeys with the cymbals, she used the locker doors to her advantage. She brought them both up high, and then brought them together like she was clapping, aiming to catch his head between them. The locker doors would protect her hands from his flames as well as add extra damage. It had actually never occurred to her to use objects when fighting him before. This was interesting.
At the same time, she burst just as the two lockers connected, her burst coming from both hands and slamming into either side of his head. Similar to when she had burst his stomach and lower back, except... This time it was his head... The booming noise filled the area, and she held her position for a second longer.
The wall collapsed in front of him. She quickly stepped back, backing away from him and pulling her hands back. She didn't drop the locker doors, instead held them in front of her defensively, waiting to see what happened. She was almost scared of what she had just done to him.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 2
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 276
Charisma: 71
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 24, 2010 17:59:44 GMT -8
Shit....
A burst hit either side of the head along with two metal locker doors, causing an immense amount of force in his skull that he neither wanted nor tolerated as he nearly blacked out, the wall falling would have ended it all, crushing down to pin him had it not been for his extra arms coming out and bracing himself for damage, knocking the rubble away as his body came up from it all.
He spat off to the side and wiped the blood from his face as he looked over to Sara, all four arms gripping into tight fists as he stepped forward, back onto solid ground. Once he was there a wrath filled him from the anger of the attack and he felt himself slipping. He felt it and could not control it as he lunged forward, both his right hands aiming to punch her. One at the face, the other for the sternum. Both of his left hands would be used defensively if need be.
(OOC: Strength : 442
Dexterity: 310
Constitution: 226 (-2)
Charisma: 181 (+2)
Posts of Continuous Use: 4)
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 24, 2010 18:48:23 GMT -8
Sara crouched over slightly in defense as he spat and wiped blood from his face. He looked... pissed. Deep down, she had hoped that her move would have knocked him out. She was scared of what would happen if he actually tried to take her out, if he got to angry to control himself. Their fight on the side of the road came back to mind when he broke her ribs. What if he went insane...?
She took another step back as he stepped out of the rubble of the wall. She swallowed back nervousness and brought her hands in front of her, blocking everything but her view with the locker doors, left leading. He charged forward. Instinctively, she brought the locker in her left hand up to block, her hand at about a third, to a quarter of the way up, her forearm bracing against the metal. She held it diagonally, trying to protect as much of herself as she could with it. The second locker, she held straight up in front of her. Time to test out that theory.
Just before his fists connected, she pushed the second locker in her right hand outwards, trying to press it to his chest, hoping that through the closeness, he wouldn't be able to stop her before she pressed the metal of the locker to his body, trying to melt it to his skin. His two fists slammed into the locker she was protecting herself with.
From the two connection points, her arm collapsed under his strength, the locker slamming into her body. It had protected her, but not nearly enough. She was slammed away like a gnat he had swatted. At the last second, she released her grip on the locker she had pressed to him, hoping his flames were hot enough to have already begun to melt it.
She landed hard on her right side, sliding a few feet and coming to a stop, cradling her left arm. She let go of that locker now to, and it fell to the ground, crushed and broken. Slowly, and hissing in a breath, she pushed herself to her feet, trying to shake off the pain in her arm and shoulder, facing him with her right side to make up for it. She was going to have to be careful now, with the one side nearly out of commission for the time being.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 1
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 276
Charisma: 71
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 24, 2010 19:09:05 GMT -8
As a locker came in his two left arms crossed over his chest, expecting blunt force but instead had it pressed against him as his Qi worked against the metal causing it to sear the flesh of both of his arms. Once she was thrown back, and her grip let go his right hand quickly moved to brush away the melted metal, getting it off of his arm as skin had been burnt. He would need to be careful of that from now on as he stepped toward her. She was gaining her composure, and was back up by the time he had gotten it off of his arms.
Where she cradled her left, he cradled both of his. They weren't out of commission quite yet but they were definitely going to be used as back up. And the worst part? Even if he retreated his extra arms, the injury would be there on his side, and the truth was he'd prefer a burnt arm over a burnt side during this fight.
"Alright then," He said before stepping forward, his upper left fist drawing back as he let out a scream of pain from it moving so quickly, the flesh hurting and stinging a great amount, as he pulled back and threw it toward her face, following that he'd attempt to ram his left shoulder into her to try and knock her off balance again. If she dodged left he'd try to reach and grab her with his right arms. If she tried to dodge right he would attempt to pivot and swing his right arms around to try and slam them against her.
If she tried to dodge back he'd take another step forward with the lunge itself.
Of course, she had more options than that but all of them were hard to account for.
(OOC: Strength : 442
Dexterity: 310
Constitution: 226
Charisma: 183 (+2)
Posts of Continuous Use: 5)
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 28, 2010 18:18:50 GMT -8
As Sara pushed to her feet, she noted that he was trying to get the melted metal of his arm. It was honestly a facepalm moment. How could she not have realized sooner?! That wasn't to say that she was 100% right, but if she was... Matrim had a weakness. A very exploitable and dangerous weakness. Imagine if someone doused him in gas or something. He was cradling both his arms by the time she got her bearings back and was ready, still holding her own arm.
"Alright then."
She gritted her teeth, tensing, and nearly jumped when he let out a cry of pain, her eyes wide as his fist slammed towards her face. She stepped back, her upper body bending back further then her feet to dodge the punch. When he kept going though, his left shoulder coming down, she tried to step back again, but lost her balance.
This was fine... She could work with this. There was no way she could dodge further back with his speed and she wasn't going to risk it with an opportunity like this staring her in the face. Instead, she let herself drop onto her back, bracing her arms against the ground and bringing up her feet. She hoped to use his momentum against him, counting on him not being able to stop. She tried to time it perfectly, bringing her feet up so they would hit his abdomen, and then move with him, pushing up with her legs so that he would be tossed over her.
To make sure that it worked, she went back so far with her legs that she was able to somersault back the moment his weight came off her feet, telling her it had worked. She would land crouched and push off her feet, and immediately take off running, getting distance between them before she finally turned back to face him, fists raised in case he had already gotten back to his feet.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 0
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 276
Charisma: 71
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 28, 2010 18:31:21 GMT -8
She disappeared.... no she fell...
Incoming.
Wha--UMPF!
Matrim got kicks to the abdomen, and was soon sent off of his feet, and as he twisted in air his left side face down, he went through the wall, his back breaking the foundation with the strength and force and momentum of his attack. As he crashed through on the other side, only a Matrim sized sideway hole punched out, Matrim stood just shy of the water.
Good thing the whole water bit doesn't work on me......
After running a few scenario's in his head he thought to himself....
Yeah I'll stay out of the pool the best that I can....
Matrim braced himself, waiting for his opponent to appear from the other side, he would go on the defensive since it was obvious he was wasting his energy by actively seeking out his opponent, "Come on in the waters fine," Matrim yelled out, even though he wasn't in the pool himself.
Get it together man...
(OOC: Strength : 442
Dexterity: 310
Constitution: 224 (-2)
Charisma: 185 (+2)
Posts of Continuous Use: 6)
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