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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 21:07:13 GMT -8
She slammed her knee in to his but as she was probably expecting it didn't seem to phase him at all. And without a moment's hesitation he twisted his body forward in an attempt to dislodge the girl from his leg while bringing his free leg up to hit her in the back of her head. Should he get a little breathing room he would pick himself up.
(nulls used 1/3)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 27, 2013 21:34:55 GMT -8
Being in the position that she was, she could feel the bones in his leg start to shift as he brought the opposite limb up and around to kick her in the back of the head. She just managed to duck to the kick, but his momentum still threw her off, removing his leg from hers. As he made to get up, Delilah would right herself.
"Oh no you don't--"
She would attempt to lunge at his back, aiming both to tackle and put him in a swift choke...and not really being nice about it either. If successful, her knees would dig into his back, attempting to keep him from wrenching out of his grip with sheer leverage alone.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 21:44:00 GMT -8
It would have been a good plan! If it wasn't for the fact that he could feel the vibrations of her footfalls on the stone. So as she lunged at his back his body would twist in to a round house kick. Aiming to slam his right foot in to the side of her face.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 27, 2013 21:49:35 GMT -8
Oh, Goddammit...
Too late did the raven haired woman realize her mistake. She took the full force of the kick in the face...but as it didn't affect her, she forced her body to change the direction of her momentum and would up bowling into him in a sort of 'shoulder check' of the aerial sort.
If this hit and Mathew didn't buck her off somehow, Delilah would straddle his torso, slamming her fists repeatedly into his chest in vital areas (liver, solar plexus, heart) for as long as she could hang on.
If this wasn't effective, Delilah would roll to carry herself out of the fall and stand, swiping at her nose just to make sure it wasn't bleeding; it wouldn't be. She would ready herself for Mathew's next attack.
((2/2 nulls used))
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 22:20:19 GMT -8
She shoulder checked him and he would fall to the ground since he had been in the air. He landed and rolled on to his back as she straddled him.
"Oh? Is this what we are doing? I won't tell Bastille if you don't." He said with a wink and a grin as her fists started to come down at him. His own arms reaching out to grab her wrists and pull her down toward him. His head rising up sharply in an attempt to head butt her. Whether it failed or not though, he didn't plan on letting go of her wrists.
"You're slow and clumsy. Weak."
He said after the attempted attack.
"No wonder you can't even get Sidervib to respect you. He probably sees how soft you are."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 27, 2013 23:01:00 GMT -8
"HURRHURR SO FUNNY." Given her elevated position on his chest, his headbutt wouldn't quite reach (and thank God, because fuck that would have hurt). He grabbed her hands and she hissed. Damn, he was strong. She had no choice but to try and tug them free.
Only to stop when he started insulting her.
Now Delilah fully expected taunts and assertions of his brilliance compared to hers; this was Mathew after all. Not wanting to injure feral dogs aside, he could still be a dick.
But that was a bit personal.
The arch of her brow was the only reply he got before Delilah threw herself upright in a front flip, using her grounded hands that Mathew was holding as a weight as she brought herself up and around...aiming to drop both feet on Mathew's head.
Not smiling now.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 23:06:41 GMT -8
She managed her flip and stomped on Mathew's head! Though it didn't even wipe the smug grin off of his face. His left foot rose up and then fell back down to the ground. A pillar of stone shooting upward and diagonal from the point of impact shot straight for her back. Mathew himself would keep ahold of her arms until the moment of impact. Letting go only then, so he didn't break her back.
"Seems I struck a nerve. I suppose that's to be expected. Maybe I should coddle you? You obviously need someone to stroke your hair and tell you what a big girl you are."
He baited snidely. If she was knocked off of him he would take this chance to pick himself up once more, even going so far as to casually dust himself off. He was telegraphing that she was not a threat, and certainly not someone he was taking seriously.
(3/3 regular nulls used.)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 27, 2013 23:26:09 GMT -8
She cried out at the impact of stone against the middle of her back. Reacting to the pain, she forced her body up and away from him, making herself roll to realign the vertebrae. Her mouth was set into a tight grimace of pain as she drew herself up to her feet, wincing as she glared at Mathew from only a couple feet away.
Her glower only deepened at his patronization and her upper lip curled slightly. Not happy.
He was going a little too far.
She pivoted on her heel, aiming a high round-house for the side of his face...though this was a feint. She dropped her leg back down and transferred the majority of her weight to it, closing the distance using sheer momentum while she aimed a dual palm strike for his midsection.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 23:34:25 GMT -8
Feint or not, Mathew was going to react to the kick. His right foot slid in a small line in front of him, a thin pillar of stone about the size of a quarter shot out of the ground aiming for the back of her leg. And then she dropped the leg...
Mathew himself remained impassive as he watched her. Definitely hit a nerve. Good. He would continue digging then.
"Is your silence an admission that this echos your thoughts? Perhaps if you were stronger you wouldn't need to play nice with all of the other factions. Perhaps if you were stronger you could be like the God's or us and have people approach you."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 27, 2013 23:41:15 GMT -8
She gritted her teeth and hissed as the stone pillar jarred the back of her knee. His words jarred her more.
She seethed as she stared him down for a moment.
There was a time when it would take a lot more than this to anger the First. Her patience and understanding were what she prided herself on. But she was so through being pushed around because of her rank, because she was a woman--
Because I'm not strong
Her lips formed a feral snarl.
"I AM[/i] strong."[/color]
She reached out the last few inches between them with her leg, sliding her foot forward and her injured knee into a strike for his lower abdomen. Followed by a harsh chop to the side of the neck from the outside, which would quickly pull back and turn into a fast jab aimed for his face.[/size]
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 23:54:50 GMT -8
He smirked.
"So strong that you hide away and scheme fearing Barker. What would you do if he showed up? Soil yourself?"
His arms came down to push her knee down from his stomach, but left his neck wide open for her chop! However she was gonna learn a lesson Leon learned a while ago. He had another trick besides the nulls. And Delilah would instead feel a blow hit her neck where she struck Mathew. Not as forceful as hers, but it wouldn't need to be on the neck.
In that moment of shock and choking that was sure to follow he would follow through and give her a sharp backhand across the face before his right leg came up to push kick her in the stomach away from him.
"You're like a child holding a flashlight because you are afraid of the dark. Tell me Delilah, because I really am curious. Why do people bother to listen to you? Or do they even listen to you? Maybe they listen to your friends instead?"
Keep digging and digging Mathew.
(and 1/1 backlash used.)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 28, 2013 0:17:55 GMT -8
For the split second that she was satisfied her chop connected with his skin, she felt almost smug.
Only to remember that he had this crazy thing that pushed her hits back on her.
She choked at the blow as it was reflected on her. She hadn't felt one of those at full strength in a long time and she was damn lucky she didn't kill herself. Then, CRACK[/B] went his hand across her face and 'WHAM' went his kick straight to her stomach. She skidded on her feet, stumbled, staggered and righted herself, coughing violently.
A cough that quickly turned into a growl of rage. Shaking in anger now, her Qi activated of it's own accord, writhing across her skin in her fury...her wrath.
Blood trickled from her lip and was sealed by her Qi as the metal formed over it, only to resume as it shifted away from her face.
"Bastard"
Now she was actually afraid to hit him...she wasn't sure what she would do if she did. She probably wouldn't kill him, but she was sure that she could hurt him enough that she could very well cause a gang incident.
Right?[/size]
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 28, 2013 0:23:34 GMT -8
"See, this is your problem. Look at you. Right here and right now. Do you feel like a leader?"
He slipped out of his fighting stance and ran his hand through his hair. Letting stone slide up the back of his leg and torso and start to coil around his arms in a stealthy manner. A little surprise. He already decided how this was going to go. He was going to make her bleed, and he was going to teach her a lesson.
"You went on about how well trained you Crows are back at my house. Would you say you are a fair representation of that strength? Maybe I should go find another one of you Crows to show me how tough you are."
He snorted.
"Please, tell me how strong you and your army are again. How well trained you all are."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 28, 2013 0:30:27 GMT -8
Her eyes narrowed only slightly as Delilah reached the end of her rope. Black anger exuded from her very person as she glared hatefully at Mathew.
I'll fucking show you.
She cleared the distance to him in a blink. Not holding anything back, letting her anger and her Qi move her limbs. She went in low, aiming a metal back-fist for his rib cage, a heavy stomp to his left foot (to trap him) an upper cut with a Qi saturated arm for his jaw and a ruthless headbutt to follow. Hitting him anywhere she could reach until he did something to prevent it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 28, 2013 9:10:17 GMT -8
He smirked as she started to close the distance his body shifting before shooting his right arm out toward her. A sharp spike of stone shooting out of his arm like a spring loaded blade. This one was aimed for her left shoulder, a warning a prelude of what was to come.
And for once Mathew remained silent, but his eyes said it all. She played right in to his hand.
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