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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 27, 2012 21:26:06 GMT -8
Mathew is standing in the crowd of Dragons. A challenge had been issued for an induction in to the Gang, but one of authority. Answerable only to Mathew himself. To be his voice, the harbinger of his will. He kept to the back, this would not be his battle to fight. He awaited Bastille and her challenger.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 27, 2012 21:30:04 GMT -8
Bastille really needed to know when to keep her big mouth shut.
But alas, here she was- standing in the middle of the crowd, wearing her typical bomber jacket and the rest of her gear. She also wore a pair of sunglasses. She said nothing, and even hardly moved as she stood shorter than most.
But somehow the attention was still on her. God she hated being in the spotlight. Made her get all-.....weird. She cringed once, then returned to statue like stillness in a neutral position.
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Post by David B. on Oct 28, 2012 20:57:13 GMT -8
OOC: This NPC is not currently in my registry, as i have had to work from the phone and cant update my profile. However, she is My fifth NPC.
IC:
Another woman would walk onto the field, and though she wore little, there were no whistles or jeers. This was a respected battlefield, and no man Would tread on that honor.
She wore a sports bra and shorts, her blonde hair kept up in a tight bun. Her long legs carried her swiftly, determined to test this woman. She would clap a fist to her heart and bow to her opponent, Annalise unfaze by the girls obvious strength.
"I am Annalise, Temporary Voice of the Storm Dragon. It is my honor to test you."
She would bring up his fists into a straight boxing stance.
"Now make me bleed, if you can."
Anna's stats:
Str: 10
Dex: 10
Con: 10
Int: 10
Wis: 10
Cha: 10
**All items must be removed, and base stats posted! No qi. No weapons. Just fists. The battle doesnt stop until its stopped by someone else! Good luck!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 0:39:27 GMT -8
Bastille would watch the other girl with a patient stare, nodding at her and her respected entrance. She bowed her head when the other introduced herself but did not reply immediately. Instead she shrugged out of her bomber jack and began to unbuckle her outfit. Her pants slid down after her boots, her over shirt and waste belts- all of it was taken off and folded. Lastly, Bastille set down her sword on top of the pile and turned to look at her opponent again. She now wore nothing more than white biker shorts and a white long sleeves, mid-drift exposing shirt. The belt around her arm remained, and so too did the bandages around her left thigh. She stepped forward into the center and faced her, red hues gleaming.
"I am Bastille Cunningham, ....and I accept your challenge" She said it modestly and without much emotion behind it. Then suddenly she smirked. "Time to dance"
Base Stats- (00c: doing my best here, thanks Mathew for the help. Hope they are right. )
Str: 40
Dex: 40
Con: 40
Int: 40
Wis: 40
Cha: 40
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Post by David B. on Oct 29, 2012 20:46:32 GMT -8
Anna would step forward, slowly, hands raised in front of her. When she got close enough, her hands would dart out, aiming to sink a muay thai clinch around the back of Bastilles neck. Then, she would start throwing up knees, her long legs hopefully adding some damage to the midsection of the would-be Dragon voice.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 21:35:28 GMT -8
Bastille took the damage, moving only to slightly lessen the impact on her stomach. She'd meet the floor and sit there, motionless. A giant smirk on her face and the tapping of her finger on the floor told the audience this was most definitely a ruse.
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Post by David B. on Oct 30, 2012 3:22:21 GMT -8
Bastille would find little or no time to play possum- as soon as she hit the floor, Anna would lurch forward and throw a football-punt for Bastilles chin. It helped all that much more that Anna played womens rugby in college, and knew how to kick something round with a grand stance and the speed necessary.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 30, 2012 11:26:37 GMT -8
Bastille laughed and lurched forward grabbing the the leg the girl meant to kick with using her left arm and hoisting herself up and around the girl. She used her legs to grab a hold of the girls neck, still in the same motion, and twist her entire body again- taking the girl with her towards the ground. She'd slam the girl into the ground, catching her own with her free arms, pushing off to flip backwards, push off and back into the girl body slamming her with her elbow into her spinal cord. She'd then hit two pressure points in her shoulders, attempting to maker her pass out before soothing up into a standing position with one foot on the back of her neck.
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Post by David B. on Oct 31, 2012 15:55:23 GMT -8
Anna had trained with David- she was used to fighting people of a superior power. She had hoped her kick would land, but understood the liklihoods. As Bastille caught her leg and began to move, Anna would bend the captured leg at the knee as she jumped forward with her free limb, attempting to bring it up and kick for Bastille while she was busy moving to stand.
This, of course, if it worked or didnt, would put her on her ass, but it was worth it. Someone would bleed, after all, and she might as well make it fun for the spectators.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 31, 2012 16:49:15 GMT -8
Bastille smirked. Her speed out marked the girls, and Bastille had always prided herself on speed. She saw the knee coming towards her and dove under it. Much like a spider she slid across the floor using her own legs in a barrage attempt to knock her balancing foot out from under her and her back to the floor. Bastille would spin up in one turn and should the fall not have worked or the girl was already on her way up, she'd - as fast as she could- grab her neck and slam her head into hers in an attempt to head butt the girl unconscious. Should the barrage have worked and Anna fell, Bastille would be rolling on top of her and grabbing her legs, bending them back behind her and up off the floor while her foot extended out to again- meet the girls throat.
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