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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 18, 2013 0:04:15 GMT -8
Strength.
It was what she sought, above all things. Freedom, wisdom, kindness, compassion, honour, nobility, all the qualities she held dear and wanted to see in herself boiled down to that point. She needed to be stronger to be worthy of such considerations.
Thus, she found herself striding briskly through the Dragon's territory, humming audibly in her search for David.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 12:32:33 GMT -8
David landed with a thud in front of her.
"Hi there."
He would launch himself forward, aiming to throw a hard right cross for her cheek. Yeah, what a way to say hello. But the reality was, they always needed to remain on their toes, and though David had initially been coming here to retrieve some papers from his old apartment, once he saw the female down below he decided to continue the training they had started on multiple occasions.
Lesson 6- never assume your safe, just because you want it to be true.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 18, 2013 18:25:28 GMT -8
Delilah was a very accepting and good-natured woman, by all accounts. She was friends with almost everyone she had the chance of meeting and her love for them was boundless. She was able to laugh off most jibes and jokes, and she was damned if she couldn't take a hit or two. She reveled in life, in laughter and in love.
Beneath that, was the strict structure drilled into her by many painful days and nights of the most brutal sort of training. A month in the mountains surviving off nothing but the knife in her hand. Live knife fights with her sensei. Being attacked in the dead of night in her own home while her son slept beside her. Walking down the street, attacked with a sword. Being shot at from a distance with an airsoft rifle or a paintball gun. Hours, DAYS, of push-ups, sit ups, sprinting, leg raises in every form, shape and style you can imagine.
This had made Delilah calm and collected in the face of anything possibly thrown her way. There were exceptions, of course, but for the most part, she was always centered.
But the way she was trained was to respond immediately and with every fibre of her being when confronted. Her body had an astounding muscle memory that was able to react instinctively with the many ways they had been bent, shaped and molded over the years. It was rare that she was caught of guard thanks to her awareness of her surroundings, but when she was, there was only one reason why that was the case; her life or the life of someone she loved was in danger.
As David landed in front of her, a friendly smile crossed Delilah's face...and then promptly vanished. Her hackles raised, her eyes widened, her muscles relaxed, her mind went blank, save for one word:
KILL [/U][/CENTER][/color] There was nothing to do about it; her body felt that her life was in jeopardy and it responded with her mind completely taking a back seat. There was no thought or rationaliziation; there was only the moment and the threat to her safety. This was why it was a very bad idea to surprise a ninja. He swung and her Qi activated of it's own accord. Delilah's stats with items:
Str: 52
Dex: 61
Con: 55
Int: 57
Wis: 45
Cha: 52
Delilah's stats with qi:
Str: 69
Dex: 69
Con: 80
Int: 45
Wis: 45
Cha: 37 Delilah's body moved, bringing her feet beside him with alarming speed and accuracy to maneuver out of the way of his fist and stomp hard on his foot at the same time. A steel coated fist would attempt to slam into the right side of his ribs in a downward punch, whip back around for a back fist into the kidney, and then up for a shot at the nerve located in the armpit of his outstretched hand to deaden that nerve temporarily. If this quick succession of attacks were successful, Delilah would pivot behind David with a twist of her heel, lift her knee to strike at his lower back, grasp a fist full of his hair in metallic, vise-like hands to pull his head backwards to bend him in half and put him completely off balance. If David was at that point and hadn't done something to get out of it, Delilah would throw her hand up for a hammer fist to his throat-- --and then she would she the face before her, actually recognizing, and the hand would open and turn into a rough push that would guide him towards the ground. With a yelp, she would leap backwards, abandoning the technique all together and gaining distance to allow David to fall backwards or regain his balance, if she got as far as aforementioned. She would look at him in concern, adrenaline coursing through her veins, not able to drop her guard now that her awareness was currently everywhere in a thirty foot radius. "Don't DO THAT." She would exclaim, honestly worried she might have seriously hurt him if she hadn't pulled that last blow. Because fighting to kill and fighting for sport were two very different things[/SIZE]
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 19:48:02 GMT -8
Thankfully, David was a man who practiced what he preached. When attacking, he knew that Delilah wouldn't just stand there, dumbfounded. No self respecting warrior would. The fact that she didn't just defend, but instead attacked? Well, that only caused his estimation of her to rise significantly. However, he himself was surprised by her sudden use of martial force- meaning, they way she took to the arts. It had been a long time since David had to stand on technique rather than force, and with his weights and her sudden activation of Qi, he noticed her abilities skyrocket. A grin as she stomped on his toe, pain shooting up the leg. No holding back, then? So be it. A fight for damage until someone stepped back. Her fist to his ribs would connect, but since he turned with her, that backfist would instead collide with the ribs as well. His hand would snatch at it, though, aiming to wrap around the wrist lithely. It would be twisted and placed into a one handed wrist lock, which would negate the entirety of her following moves. He would at the same time, kick at the side of the knee closest to him if only for damage. If it connected, he would release the hold and surge forward, throwing the million punches of Wing tsun, holding traditional as the girl was bringing in her own ninjutsu. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 18, 2013 20:28:08 GMT -8
As David twisted her metal wrist around, Delilah would turn the rest of the way so that they were standing side by side, popping her elbow out and into his ribcage with a small, knobby protrusion; not sharp, but not nice, a little incentive to get him to disengage.
Her leg would sweep behind his and aim a knee spike to the back of his, straightening her spine to draw his center of balance too high and therefore down.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 20:38:55 GMT -8
As she twisted, Davids other hand would try to take over the hold on her wrist while he used his right hand to palm her elbow. Then, pushing out, would run forward, her facing him, her wrist bent and now unable to use that arm while he held it. He would stop abruptly, using wind coming from Del's left to club her toward the bottom of her legs, aiming to sweep her off her feet.
He'd release her as he did so, and take a big step back before kicking- you see, she wouldn't fall. Instead, the leg sweep would be intended to leave her on her side, suspended in the air for half a second before he would kick for her stomach in an attempt to send her flying into a near by run down shack.
If it worked he would wait outside for her to return, as he began removing his weights.
OOC: Waiting to see if this all works before guaranteeing removal of weights!
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 18, 2013 20:53:42 GMT -8
She growled at him over her arm as he held it in a directional change of the wrist forcing her elbow in and locking up her shouder. Omote gyaku was a bitch. As he ran forward, almost barrelling into her, Delilah would curl her toes backwards as she went with the 'pushing' , dragging her heels on the ground, creating friction, slowing him down and...letting her fall backwards and down, also untangeling her wrist from his due to the drop in height.
her free hand would catch her, landing palm down as she applied torque to her hips and performing what was almost a break dance type move in an effort to sweep David's legs out by the backs of his knees. If she was not otherwise impeded, getting to her feet would be made difficult by that blast of Qi-air he sent her way, forcing her into a roll and farther away from him.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 21:01:40 GMT -8
With her falling, it made it impossible for his hold to sustain- however, his mind was quick and his body was right in that groove- you know the one i'm talking about. The groove that you hit when you haven't done something in a long time and someone comes along and shakes the rust off? David, as soon as she fell backward, leapt forward, bringing the arm up between his legs and slamming the back of his calves into her chest. From here, he would push down with the legs and down at the shoulders, forcing his hips upward as he would mold directly into a modified armbar. " Tap." |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 18, 2013 21:18:33 GMT -8
The sneaky ju-jutsu-esque armbar caught her as she went down and bam there she was. She grunted at the impact.
"Tap."
For the breifest of instants, David might get the impression that Delilah's eyebrows raised as if to say are you serious?
Part of her Qi shifted to her teeth and she bit down on his thigh. Hard.
The next instant, Delilah's free arm (not held in the arm bar) would begin to claw at his calves, aiming for not-so-very-nice full skin grabs that were painful, but wouldn't break the skin while her legs would fire back, aiming to kick him in the head as her body thrashed toward the arm bar rather than away from it, both to ease the pain and the lock on her shoulder and to more successfully grab at every inch of leg she could get.
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Post by David B. on Mar 19, 2013 13:17:49 GMT -8
" AUGH! Cannibal!" He would bring his legs up and out of the reach of her claws by bending his knees- only to kick with both at her body. If it worked, she would go tumbling a ways across the ground, to which David would follow up by sticking his right hand into the air, making a fist and pulling downward, aiming to club the girl with knots of air to keep her busy. Then, while she recovered, he'd remove his weights and sigh. " Much better." OOC: stats now in sig  |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 20, 2013 1:01:34 GMT -8
The kick caught her roughly in the chest and away she flew, though not injured by the blow, and thus was able to land with her palms on the ground and roll swiftly back up to her feet...
...and then that damn Qi of his.
Fortunately, she had fought David enough times to know what was coming next, thanks to that AOE Qi of his that, more often than not, screwed her over in the long run. So, she kept throwing in her ukemi-kata, rolling, diving, cartwheeling, flipping in so many random directions to try an avoid what she couldn't see. Even then, she still managed to get hit twice by the knots of air, gasping and wincing in pain as his Qi wracked her body with unnecessary pain.
Damn gamble fruit.
During one of her arieal cartwheels, her teeth clenched as she watched David shrug the weights off his shoulders.
Goddammit, not this again.
As her feet touched the ground, she launched at him, aiming to tackle him-- only to fall short a surprising six feet in front of him, hit the ground with her hands, twisted herself around backwards and aimed a donkey kick for the front of his knees.
(OOC: 1/2 nulls used)
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Post by David B. on Mar 20, 2013 22:17:34 GMT -8
David jumped, left and then would turn and kick her in the side so her body would be lifted off the ground. Using the wind he would sort of "catch" he body after a few feet, to which he would run forward and attempt to get into a mounting position.
If he was successful in straddling her he would try and pin her arms, grinning as he took a feet deep breaths.
"Pinned. I win."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 20, 2013 22:23:25 GMT -8
--Unable to prevent it Delilah was indeed pinned beneath David as he...straddled....herrrrroh god, close, really close, too close. Breathe. Breathe. Don't blush. DON'T YOU DARE BLUSH.
"Pinned. I win."
She scoffed up at him , still trying to wriggle even as she panted, unable to move out from under him. "Did I submit? I think not, sir." she grinned up at him, challengingly.
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Post by David B. on Mar 20, 2013 22:32:12 GMT -8
He cocked an eyebrow, hooking his legs so her wiggling would be voided.
"No, your right. You could stay put. And if I were an enemy, strong as I am-"
He would move her arms together above her head, using his left arm to pin both of hers, the weights removal giving him the muscle to do so. Using the wind, he would shoot a knife from his boot and grab it with his other hand, pressing it to her throat. Not hard enough to cut- he kept a thin layer between the edge and her neck just in case- but in a way that proved his point.
"I would give you the option of surrender or death. And if you were proud, i'd slit your throat and you would never see any of us again. Never help to free the world. Death brings you nothing. At least in submission you live to grow stronger and fight another day. After all-"
He would lay flat, pressing against the length of her body as he spoke into her ear.
"You take the route of death and your enemy might wanna have... Fun first."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 20, 2013 22:47:03 GMT -8
Her teeth gritted with effort to resist as David put her hands above her head, listening, but still trying to struggle. A valiant effort, but wasted, especially as he put a knife to her throat--which was not very nice, though her Qi moved to cover the spot just in case. But he was making a point and she was listening...
...until he lay down on top of her AND WHISPERED IN HER EAR. Her teeth found her lower lip and she forced her mind to calm down and the DAMN BLOOD TO MOVE AWAY FROM HER CHEEKS.
"...I'm not afraid," she said softly. Her qi would form on the shoulder facing David, a metal spike that stopped just short of his eye. "I have my methods."
But she was curious.
"I could go easily to death by resisting. Or I could prolong my life for a few seconds so they can kill me when my guard is down. Or they could threaten my life until they don't need me any more, to entice me to obey. That's not living. That's slavery."
Her voice was soft as she spoke those words, almost whisper light as she breathed into David's ear.
"And I am a slave to none~."
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