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Post by Vespyr on Mar 4, 2013 13:16:28 GMT -8
The pair of killers promptly whirled around at the loud crash, staring almost dumbfounded for a long moment at the sudden reappearance of "Iggy". A few seconds after his stuttering cries ended, Mace and Graf exchanged a look… and burst into a fit of hearty, malicious laughter. They'd leave him just standing there for a good twenty seconds before Mace suddenly straightened up in silence, grabbed her trident, and began sauntering across the street toward the man with a coy smirk tugging at her lips.
"~Oops, my bad."
She dragged the bloody spear-end of the trident along the asphalt behind her, apparently with no intent to use it… yet. The heavy metal scraped loudly on the pavement and left a trail of blood in its wake. The girl stopped about seven feet away from Iggy and stood with a hand on her hip, giving him a somewhat sassy look.
"You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" she pouted, facetious.
Meanwhile, Graf lingered patiently in the background with the homeless man's lifeless arm clutched in his hand. He stepped on the corpse's chest and yanked the arm clean off. |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 9, 2013 1:54:00 GMT -8
Face still partialy covered, Marcus managed to do a rather convincing job of pantomiming blanching under Maces petulant taunt. Marcus used to have a no hitting girl policy when he was younger. That is, until he revoked it after getting beat up by alot of girls.
One tends to rethink ones priorities after picking themselves up and counting thier remaining teeth for the umpteenth time.
Anyway! Back to the task at hand.
"Well u-un-under n-normal circumstances I w-w-wouldnt dare- OH MY GOD! DID HE JUST RIP THAT MANS ARM OFF!?!?!?"
Playing it up, Marcus turned to the side and began to 'retch' for a few minutes, looking back at the young girl as he wiped his mouth off his sleeve.
"T-T-TH-THATS IT! I-I've had eno-enough of this! RAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
With a rather shrill warcry, 'iggy' would go bundle what little of his courage remained and attemtped to take a swing that was more sissy slap than punch if anything at Mace's face. Hoping to wipe the smirk clean off of it.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 9, 2013 2:16:28 GMT -8
"Pffff~" Mace teased as the man swung at her, leaning back and tossing her head to the side to dodge the hit completely. As he swung, she'd also slap her free hand over to the shaft of the spear and swing it up from the ground suddenly, swinging like a baseball bat, pivoting her body to heft the weight of the steel spear right into Iggy's unguarded side. It would most likely slam into his ribs and knock him over. If it hadn't, Mace would kick swiftly at his shins with the flat of her foot, aiming to knock the legs right out from under him.
Meanwhile, Graf still lingered patiently in the background, gnawing on the man's arm... watching the scene with half-interest, obviously not concerned for the girl's safety. Ever since the fiasco that had earned her the nickname in the first place, he knew better than to underestimate her... or any women, in that regard. Girls with spunk were always dangerous. |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 12, 2013 19:25:49 GMT -8
Letting out a sharp grunt from the impact, 'Iggy' pulled his arm back and pinned the spear to his side, snaking his hand up to grab the shaft in a vicelike grip before sending a kick down into the side of Mace's knee with enough force to snap the joint completely
Stumbled and went down to his knees.
'Hmm. So that things not just for show huh?'
The girl seemed pretty adept on it's use as well. Curious.....
Who WERE they?
Hands and knees, 'Iggy' would try for a feeble swipe in an attempt to grab the back of Mace's leading knee and pull her off her own feet before sending an arcing punch down into her petite frame.
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