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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 16:15:36 GMT -8
She blinked and moved in time to protect her stomach and her hands from letting go of her weapon, but found herself neatly under his weight. She cracked her neck once there and let out a rather large grunt.
"nice."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 21, 2012 3:20:16 GMT -8
Still standing atop of her, Marcus would only beam and dip into a bow before hopping off of her.
"Yeah, not gonna lie. Always was better with my fists than with a weapon."
Giving his knuckles a crack, Marcus took a few steps back to give Bastille some breathing room and began to circle her slowly like a great big predator.
"So.....up for round two?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 1:32:47 GMT -8
"I was unaware round one was over" She smirked brightly and pushed back her hair. Although she just sat on the ground in a rather still manner.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jan 2, 2013 15:30:30 GMT -8
"Oooh! I like your spunk girl!"
Marcus appraised with a smile as he cocked his head.
So she didn't want to move huh?
Stomping onto the ground, Marcus sent a cloud of baseball sized chunks of the asphault up into the air and with a rapid series of kicks, sent those chunks rocketing towards Bastille like a flurry of Machine gun fire.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 24, 2013 23:33:36 GMT -8
Bastille flipped herself up quickly and continued to twist and turn herself in a series of rapid gymnastic maneuvers and ballet moves. She avoid most of them, receiving only cuts rather that blunt force trauma. Snickering, she sat like a cat on the ground.
"blood makes things interesting" Her crimson hues flickered up at him. And she quickly pushed herself up and into a standing position- pointing her blade at him in full.
"come on, love- that can't be all"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 12, 2013 22:41:55 GMT -8
Arching a brow, Marcus smirked as he began to approach the woman.
"Trust me hun, you haven't even begun to see the tricks up my sleeves."
He taunted as his brain calculated her maximum potential reach with her blade. Mentaly encasing her with a sphere that represented it visualy.
His Plan was to go for another charge, goading her into either lunging straight for him, or simply extend the blade and wait for him to impale himself. Instead Marcus would wait for the point where she would counter and immediatly Jink outside her guard (Which means hopping in the direction of her sword arm.) Making it difficult for her to recover and strike again.
If Marcus was able to close the distance, he would slip his hand underneath her sword arm and plant it into her chest, Twisting around and using a combination of Momentum and muscle to take her with him as he lifted her up into the air. From there he would remove his hand, Allowing her to fall so that he could catch her across his shoulders in a firemans carry.
If Sucessful, Marcus would then grip hold of her tightly and begin to whirl around faster and faster, keeping his head facing in one direction to keep from getting too dizzy, unlike his poor passenger, before unceremoniously dumping her onto the ground, staggering a few steps back before bursting out in a fit of giggles.
"Ya know, You're pretty fun! For a tackle dummy."
He would tease. He had to admit, Despite this little sparring match staying low key, he was actualy enjoying himself, just goofing off as he was.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 22:55:36 GMT -8
She actually didn't move, more interested to see what bluffs he was pulling. Usually this resulted in her getting severely injured- and same, his hand came to connect with her chest, she twisted oddly in the weirdly in his odd move. She found herself also in his arms trying to recover and then spinning- well this was interesting. She actually closed her eyes, keeping her eyes from messing with the rest of her senses. Allowing the air to move across her muscles she concentrated until he dropped her, to which she folded herself back- eyes opening wide and pushed up and off the ground, back into a forward crouch. She stood up and cleared her throat.
"A tackle dummy- thats new." She grunted, cracking her neck.
She then sat down. "Alright I'm pregnant so I'm gonna cut this tea party short." She said as she walked over to a rock and sat down with a bit of a plop. Oh she wasn't done quite yet....but hey, breaks never hurt, even if they has the possibility of being fake. Not that she was lying about being pregnant- she was.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 28, 2013 19:27:10 GMT -8
The man shrugged unapologeticaly, always having called it how he saw it. Though it seemed the young lady's heart just wasn't into it anymore, which was fine with him. It just wasn't any fun unless his sparring buddy was into it.
"If you wanted to sit this dance out thats cool, don't have to come up with any excuse or anything." Marcus replied, clearly skeptical that Bastille was in fact Preggers. In his mind, no woman right in the head would fight with life growing in thier bellies.
Right?
The man would then sit down where he stood, crossing one foot infront of the other as he swirled in place to remain balanced as he bent his knees until he folding himself down, now sitting crossed legged on the ground. From there he would begin to gently rock back and forth, looking up at the woman inquisitively, almost expectantly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 1, 2013 19:50:41 GMT -8
Bastille gripped her stomach uncomfortably. She wasn't quite ready to get back into the fight now- but she would be. She had missed fighting like this, and it would be ten times better if she wasn't working so hard on avoiding punches or hits to her stomach. Usually she took those okay.....She sighed.
"Figures I'm the one who gets pregnant off the first time." She muttered. Trusting Mr. Marcus? Why ...somewhat at least. He knew how to sword fight- that got him kudos. She might as well vent. "thats why I was practicing bow and arrow- figures I also suck at it"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 1, 2013 21:50:27 GMT -8
"Ok, seriously are you ACTUALY pregnant or are you just saying that to make me feel bad about beating you up?"
Marcus asked as he gazed suspiciously at his bomber jacket sister.
"Cause I was REALLY aiming to go through life WITHOUT beating up pregnant women and I'm pretty sure you just ruined that for me. Like forever."
Now that he thought about it, she actualy WAS far more adamant about protecting her stomach during the fight......
'Awww FUCK! I punched a Pregnant chick! THIS IS THE WORST THING TO HAPPEN EVER!'
"Well of course!"
Marcus exclaimed after the Bow and arrows comment.
"You Practise to Iron out what went wrong, not what went right. I say keep at it! From where I watched you didn't actualy do half bad."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 1, 2013 22:12:22 GMT -8
Bastille just broke out in a giggle. "Yes, dear Marcus,....I am indeed pregnant- not by choice let me tell you."
Her british accent was thick.
"Believe ...me....and no I was right fowl at it. Really how the hell did archers do it thousands of years ago. I prefer watching the light in their eyes tell me all their moves, not ....aiming at an ant and watching it die." She sighed. "That is what magnifying glasses are for..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 9, 2013 2:13:53 GMT -8
"Eh.
Marcus grunted.
"Y'see usualy it wasn't just one Archer. It was like...an archer and all his drinking buddies and they would all try to hit the same target at once so you would get this big fucking rain of arrows going on. What you need is a mechanism that lets you shoot like.....a FUCKTON of arrows like a bowchine gun or something."
"Wait....not by choice....You weren't.....'Taken advantage of' were you?"
Marcus asked with real concern.
"Who's the Lucky Pappy? If you dont mind my asking."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 9, 2013 14:25:09 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow.
"As in, I didn't think I was even still able to have children..." She pointed to the large scar across her hips to which she shrugged. "Let alone off the first damn time I sleep with the guy- bleedin hell, life is quirky that way." She grumped. "Mathew Fanfuckingtastic Amtrum." She answered in a bored tone. Oh her life, she should really write it down at some point.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 12, 2013 19:34:56 GMT -8
Marcus nodded in understanding as he looked at her scar, then realized he was staring and so quickly, VERY QUICKLY looked back up again. When Bastille explained the situation, Marcus sighed and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Oh that is SO fucking unfortunate. That's fate sticking it's middle finger into the melting pot right there."
He laughed when she told him who the daddy was.
"Seriously? The motherfucking Earth Dragon himself huh? Shoulda figured a guy like him was potent enough to fertilize unfertile grounds. Errrr, no offense."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 0:14:32 GMT -8
Bastille just shot him a cold look. "None taken..." she said slowly. She then smirked and held up her hand to look at it, the ring on her finger glinting. Then quickly she smirked and swiped her sword and pointed it at him all in one motion.
"Round two?"
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