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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 11:03:15 GMT -8
So, Bastille and Mathew were fighting. And he was opting to stay in Dragon territory until he is done being pissed at her. He was currently on day three of staying here again, and not saying a damn word to that infuriating dishonest woman.
Loud cracks echoed through the training area along with frustrated grunts. Mathew, with hands encased in spiked stone was clobbering the living hell out of a stone training dummy that he made. Each strike sending the spikes on his knuckles in to the stone. If it was a flesh opponent then it would certainly be less than happy when he was done.
He wasn't alone in the court yard, but the others seemed to have the right state of mind. Meaning no one had been stupid enough to approach him or even look at him wrong as he was obviously furious and looking for any reason to vent that. It was taking a lot of his will power to not just go on a rampage like he would have in high school, he wanted too. But he needed these people alive and healthy. So the stone man was getting the brunt ofr his frustration instead.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 13:59:25 GMT -8
Bastille knew this whole thing was ridiculous. With a capital R. And of course they both refused to run to the other. Bastille had her own beef. How in the hell was she allowed to get in trouble for one tear while he came home everyday witha new scar.....but three days of caring for the girls practically alone was enough. If she had to be the adult here she would. Bastille could let it go, so it was his turn. She had told Buck to watch the girl once they'd fallen asleep. She then told Maria to watch the lot of them. Dressing in her usual garb, she found Mathew RIGHT where she knew he'd be. Okay maybe some searching. Bastille pushed past some of the observers and motioned for them to leave. This miiiight get ugly. Bastille walked to the edge and found a place to sit. She'd let him finish with his dance partner first.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:03:44 GMT -8
Oh yeah, he knew she was there. The familiar vibrations, weight, pace. It was Bastille. He punched the stone dummy harder, the spikes slamming in to it's chest. Ripping them out with a grunt he pulled his arm back as far as it would go before slamming it in to the head of the dummy, knocking it right off. He spat at the ground and shook his hands, the stone around them turning to dust and falling to the ground.
"What?"
He snapped as he finally turned to face her. Shooting a glare at anyone in the crowd that appeared to be watching with to much interest. This was personal, but he sure as hell wasn't going to go deal with it somewhere else. She found him, she could handle him here.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:17:35 GMT -8
She let out a low whistle at the rock mans decapitation."woah." Bastille stayed sitting, and her own eyes matched his in hardness. Quietly, she observed the scene for a minute. Yup, this would get ugly. Finally she stood and dusted herself off and walked up to him. "Lets go big man, my stitches are healed, lets get this out of your system and get you home." She said standing in front of him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. Odd, she felt like she was looking forward to this.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:38:33 GMT -8
He was tense alright, the last nine months had been more than a little rough for him as she had an immunity card and was able to get away with a lot of shit. This moment, well it was a long time coming.
Pretty much as soon as she said her stitches were healed up Mathew's arm shot out as his fist clenched tightly. He had wanted to punch her in the face for months now. Sweet release would soon be his.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:48:32 GMT -8
Bastille didnt even flinch, although she might have moved her legs apart to gain a better stance. She watched him the entire time, the smirk never leaving her face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:51:00 GMT -8
Well if she didn't move out of the way or block it, then she would find Mathew's fist slamming in to her face, and he really wasn't holding back on it. Though at least it wasn't covered in spiky stone!
Following up the punch he shifted his body forward before slamming his right knee in to her gut. Again, he wasn't giving her a love tap.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:55:04 GMT -8
Bastille took it. She flinched, forcing herself not to move. It hurt, but at least she could stay standing for now.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 14:58:14 GMT -8
He didn't like that she was still standing, and not fighting back yet. That annoyed him. Especially from her, normally she was all about defending herself and trying to avoid his blows. Speed versus strength. Not this passive standing there crap.
He clenched his jaw tightly as he brought his right fist coming around low, shooting for the kidney shot.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 15:53:21 GMT -8
She fell to a knee and grunted. But didnt fight back. Instead, she just stood again, taking hold of her side a bit. Fighting back? No, that wouldnt do anything for her, just make this worse. God itd been months since she took a hit, she was remembering the sting alright.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 16:15:35 GMT -8
"You fucking serious?"
He snarled. She wasn't even letting him vent properly with this passive crap. She was doing it on purpose, she had to be. She would totally know that it would piss him off. Just like her. Reaching down to grab her by the shirt and lift her up with one arm, glaring at her.
"Fuck you."
And he tossed her to the side. If she just kept taking it he would start to walk away, because clearly she wasn't in a communicating mood.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 18:10:29 GMT -8
"You have and it was plesant..." She commented dryly. She sighed a bit and withdrew her sword pointing it at his back. "You wanted to talk, fine lets be civilized adults like i know we both have trouble being and talk about this." She said harshly, sticking her sword in the ground to lean on it. "Im sorry I broke whatever promise it was I cant remember I made not to fight, but lets back track here and talk about all the bleedin scar you've come home with over the last few month." She paused still obviously not wanting to hash this out. "I love you Mathew...but that doesnt mean I'm going to stop being who I am...even if I am an Idiot."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 19:24:58 GMT -8
"It was alright."
He said waving his hand at the statement. His tone matching her in dryness. It was like a desert up in here. He didn't break stride though, until she offered to actually talk about it, and opened with an apology. That made him stop. He wasn't sure of what he was hearing at first. And as she kept going, well it just surprised him that much more. Bastille with a public admission of love? That was new.
He turned around and shot her an appraising look. His Jaw still clenched. The scars on his face still red, but healing nicely.
"I've kept my side of the bargain and I have been taking less risks. None of these came from enemies, and not once was I ever in danger of losing my life. The reason I'm allowed to put myself in to danger while you were not is because no one had to cut me open and pull two children from my body."
He said as he stormed over to her, jabbing her chest with his index finger as he finished up.
"You can be who you bloody are, but that doesn't mean you need to go out and do it before you recover from bloody childbirth. God fucking dammit Bastille."
Idiot didn't even begin to describe it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 19:47:47 GMT -8
"Love, I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't sure I could handle it. The only person I've done that with is you." She mused in a bored tone, although she raised a brow. Standing up she reached inside her sleeve.
"9 months is a bleeding long time to go without kicking ass. Or getting my ass handed to me." She rubbed her cheek dully.
"Now is this out of your system or do I need to be a crash dummy some more? Because that didn't seem to be working for either of us."
False, it fit her methods fine and worked for her point as well as her own training. But hey, apparently she had to be the wrong on in this situation. Like hell Mathew would apologize for getting into a fight with dogs.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 20:08:17 GMT -8
Fact. Bastille is wrong in every situation with Mathew. Fact. Mathew is always in the right. At least internally that's how he sees it. He knows what he is doing and people just need to trust him. Things would be a lot smoother if more people trusted him and didn't question him. Or worse try to stop him because they had a foolish notion of knowing better.
"Mreh."
It wasn't out of his system. But her taking it like a punching bag wasn't really giving him anything either. She was kind of a spoil sport.
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