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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 1:43:38 GMT -8
"I'm sure I will see you again. Hopefully not on opposite sides."
Because with the neutral territory being eaten up, it would only be a matter of time until the gangs started to fight each other. Barker was a big enough threat to unify them for now. But that wouldn't last forever. There would come a time when alliances would fall, and the mad grab for power would begin.
He could only wonder how far away that time would be as he stood there, waiting for the sun to go down.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 13:53:18 GMT -8
"I'm sure I will see you again. Hopefully not on opposite sides."
"Hopefully not." she agreed. With a cheerful departing wave, Delilah set off back the way she came at a brisk pace. The ever-prepared young woman had already preselected her route home through some winding alleys, side streets and through ruined buildings.
But as she left the immediate perimeter of the hotel, the hairs on the back of her neck began to lift slightly. Her hand went to her knife belt and she slowed her pace, pushing her awareness around her, trying to get a feel for what she thought was amiss.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 13:58:17 GMT -8
She could hear the sounds of footsteps before she saw anything. A large man shifted in to view to block the way out of the alleyway that she was cutting through. A smirk on his face as he straightened up his tattered coat before running a hand over his smooth bald head.
"Where are you heading off to little birdie?"
His blue eyes stared at her, weighing her up and down. There was little room for doubt as to what was on his mind.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 14:20:23 GMT -8
Her eyes snapped to a dark area of the alley she had entered, hearing the footsteps. She sighed inwardly and drew her bowie knife, holding the blade against her forearm so as not to be seen.
The man moved in front of her, blocking her path. She slowed her pace and conjured an aloof expression.
"Where are you headed off to little birdie?"
"Get out of the way," she told him in conversational tones, completely ignoring the question. She turned her head slightly to check over her shoulder out of the corners of her eyes, in case this guy had friends. "trust me. I'm not what you're looking for."
One warning. That was all he would get.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 14:31:12 GMT -8
She checked over her shoulder and saw that he did have friends. Two of them to be exact. Both smaller than him, though that wasn't hard. One of them was a thin wiry looking guy with spiked up orange hair and a face riddled with scars. The other guy was a bit bigger than the spiked hair guy, with broad shoulders and he looked like he knew his way around a fight.
"Hehehe."
The spiked haired man let out a laugh that was almost a giggle of anticipation.
"You look like what I'm looking for from back here."
"You will want to be putting that knife away sweety before you gets hurt."
The big man said. Very confident in himself and the trap that she found herself walking in to.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 14:56:04 GMT -8
"Hehehe."
She glimpsed the mismatched pair behind her and tried not to roll her eyes. Of course the big, strong manly man had friends to come 'a huntin' with him.
"You look like what I'm looking for from back here."
Revulsion flickered across her face before she forced it back to neutral. Guys like this deserved what she had coming for them. She gripped the knife a bit tighter as they closed in.
"You will want to be putting that knife away sweety before you gets hurt."
Said the man with two other friends who cornered a woman alone in an alley. 'Before you get hurt'. Riiiiiight. She was pretty sure that was the intention all along.
"Yeah? How 'bout you come take it from me?" she flipped the blade around, holding the large blade in a sabre grip.
She was starting to get annoyed with all that put your knife away talk.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 15:02:30 GMT -8
The large man stepped forward, arms outstretched about shoulder width apart. Probably a grappler, that would serve him well with his size.
The small one started to creep up on her from behind, while the broad shouldered one stayed put.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 15:29:11 GMT -8
Delilah remained still for as long as she could possibly stand it, allowing the wiry guy to creep closer and closer behind her. The big man who initiated this had also stepped forward, although he seemed to be taking his time with it. That suited her fine.
Just as the wiry guy was a hairs breadth behind her, Delilah simply slid her foot back between his legs, not as a trip or for an attack, but simply to take his centre at the hips. She would follow up by unlocking her knee as she attempted to jam it into the back of his to take the weight off the leg, forcing him to lean back to regain his balance. If this were successful, she would quickly bring her leg back to centre with a quick rotation of her hip, her knee catching the leg she took off balance and taking his leg out from under him, taking him out without even having to raise her hand.
If the strike to the knee wasn't successful, she would withdraw her leg, pull it back to her hip, and aim a back-kick for his lower stomach to send him flying back the way he came.
She would keep her eyes on the big man all the while, taunting him with a small smirk of her own.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 16:18:26 GMT -8
The bad part of her plan was waiting until the man was that close was that he was within grapple range. The large man increased his speed, and as she caused the smaller man to fall back she would find his arms wrapping around her neck from behind, to pull her back with him.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 17:25:15 GMT -8
She let herself be taken down by the man, throwing her head back and into his face as they connected with the ground. Hopefully, this would be enough to stun him and get herself out of the way of the grappling man.
If for some reason it wasn't and she remained latched to the ground by her neck, Delilah would tun her knife over in her hand and would begin stabbing furiously at anything she could reach on this wiry little bastard, cutting up the arms around her neck, shifting her body slightly to the side so she could plunge her half serrated half straight edge knife into his guts until he let her go.
She would have to change tactics, of course, for when the big man started to grapple with her.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 19:21:34 GMT -8
The small man hissed and winced as she cut up his arm. But his grip tightened, cutting off her air flow, shifting under her and rolling to push her knife side against the ground and stopping the stab to his stomach unless she switched hands.
The big guy upon reaching her let out a hearty belly laugh at the struggle.
"Good job Lawrence. You will get seconds if you keep this up."
His eyes gleamed dangerously as he forcefully grabbed her legs, pushing them open as he slid his girth in between them. His hands sliding up to her waist, moving to fumble with her buttons.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 20:39:04 GMT -8
She was starting to panic now, and fought to stay calm. Her knife hand was pinned under his stomach, and in response, she pulled out her second knife, the recon tanto, and laid into him on the exposed side of his body, aiming the slender, razor sharp blade for a shot between his ribs to stab into his liver and lungs. She would draw the blade downwards as she did so, slicing open the entire right hand side of his body. This should have slackened his grip enough for her to get a couple of lung fulls of air. If not, she still had a ways to go before that was cut off, although her vision would start to become blurry as she thrashed, trying desperately to get up.
Meanwhile, the man leaning between her legs would have had precisely one full second to fumble with her buttons before she turned her feet to the inside and started slamming her heels high up into his kidneys as hard as she could. If he were to lean forward at all, she would drive her tanto into whatever limb came close.
And if none of that worked, she was still hanging onto the ace up her sleeve: her Qi.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 20:45:40 GMT -8
The skinny guy screamed in pain as the blade sliced through his body, his grip did loosen up allowing her to breath as the fat man managed to unhook the button on top of her pants before the blow slammed in to her kidney. Causing him to flinch back in pain.
The last man who had been all but forgotten had been approaching while the brawl had been going on and he would slam his boot right in to the top of her head before shifting to kick the blade from her hand.
"This won't end well for you now darlin'."
He said with a slow drawl. His eyes cold and dead inside.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 21:07:23 GMT -8
Finally, some success! As the big man flinched back and Lawrence lay writhing beneath her, she pulled her leg back to kick the big man in the face. Using that momentum, she managed to sit up and try to pull her knife out from--
Suddenly she felt a dull thud on her head and immediately began seeing stars. She shook her head in an effort to clear it and tried to raise her blade at the third man, who promptly kicked it away from her. With a sharp gasp of pain, she fell forward at a slight angle at his feet.
"This won't end well for you now darlin'."
And what part of this had been good, exactly? It didn't matter right now anyway. She was in dire straits, and it was time to gain an advantage. As he spoke, Delilah quickly grabbed his leg around the calf and activated her Qi.
The quick silver metal she had showed Mathew earlier quickly formed a barrier over the majority of her body. If any of the men looked closely, they would have noticed the metallic sheen were in certain places, such as her legs, her back, her head, her hands and in the ends of her hair. She threw her head back against Lawrence's in an attempt to shred his face with the sharp needle like ends of her hair. The finger nails on the end of the hand grabbing the man's leg also extended, the metal piercing deep into the flesh before ripped them free. All over the rest of the covered parts of her body, an inch long protrusion of sharp metal appeared, puncturing whatever was closest to it.
Were this successful, Delilah would roll off to the side and try to regain her bearings, drawing her third knife, the little pocket knife she had since she was fourteen.
If not, she would continue thrashing, using any means she could think of to try and gain the upper hand, slashing, clawing, biting, tearing at anything she could get her hands on with her strong hands.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 21:18:53 GMT -8
Lawrence let go of her completely as his face began to get shredded up. His cries echoing in to the growing dusk. She gripped the third man's leg with her razor sharp nails just as the big guy renewed his attack and shifted up her body. His large ham like fists encircling her wrists and slamming them to the ground on either side of her.
"I'm going to make you wish for death by the time I'm done with you bitch."
His foul breath washing over her as he licked his lips.
"Sounds fun."
Mathew would say from behind the man who had kicked her in the head. And before he could even turn around to see who had shown up a stone blade would pierce through the man's lung. He let out a gasping cry, struggling to breath as he stumbled away. The fat man had a look of terror on his face at seeing not one, but two people with powers against him now. His grip would loosen on her wrists.
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