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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 11, 2013 10:48:08 GMT -8
Bastille just titled her head in a sort of shrug.
"I'd enjoy those very much- if you could find some, bombs kinda destroyed everything you know" She beamed as she was parried and Bastille hopped backwards away from the kick and forced herself into a back flip.
She thought the girl was familiar...sure, she'd probably seen her before, but more that just visually familiar. Bastille would ask questions at a more appropriate time. Despite this however, Bastille did know that this girl and David had become rather close. And it was to her amusement that she wondered what the girl might think if - ironically double played here- that she and David had once been engaged? Probably nothing, but Bastille still found the thought self satisfying. Really though- there was something fascinatingly familiar about the way she kicked.
"correctional facility" She spouted finally.
"You kicked at Mathew like that..." She said finally. The name was still lost, but she never forgot moves. Ahh...the days when she had actually 'HATED' Mathew.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 24, 2013 4:54:25 GMT -8
"You can find all sorts of things when you're a scavenger."
Olesya responded with a smirk. Before coming to the Dragon territory, Olesya had gone out every day looking for things of worth. She'd bring them back to the Crow's 'town square' and trade them for things she needed. Lather, rinse, repeat. When she first moved here, she'd done the same thing, but as responsibility and work increased, scavenging decreased.
Olesya blinked when the words left Bastille's mouth. The smirk flickered on her face at the memories, but after a moment she nodded.
"Yes, I've gone through some changes since then, as you can see. You can thank Barker for that."
She could feel the light banter taking a more serious turn, one too serious for a spare in the training grounds.
"And that, in short, is why I'm going to mount his head on my wall!"
She grinned, and a couple of the soldiers cheered their approval. It was no secret that Barker was the enemy here. Sure they bickered with a couple of the other territories, but the reason they were all in this mess was because of Sean Barker.
Olesya rushed forward, diving and sweeping the bo staff parallele to the ground to attempt to trip her up.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 26, 2013 10:56:13 GMT -8
Bastille just smirked and flicked one of her tiny braids over her shoulder.
"Here, here" She said and immediately found herself being rushed. She jumped back and barely missed the staff and immediately jumped back an extra step for good measure.
"Yah, I can't use my qi for shit- and my hair grows like a chia pet thanks to the jack ass....You can have his head, as long as I get his dick so I can shred it through a meat grinder and feed it to his men...If they aren't all dead by the time we get through with them"
Bastille smirked and then hoped forward, moving into a cartwheel and twisting into a back tuck which would hopefully land rather close to her and allow her to immediately pop up and shove both of her legs into the girls stomach. It was done extremely fast- but she gathered the girl would at least have enough power to avoid her metal heels at the very least- the rest of the shoe might be questionable.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 26, 2013 13:17:17 GMT -8
"Oh, do be sure to send me an invite!"She laughed, centering her balance as Bastille hopped backward. They were fairly equally matched, which pleased Olesya. A slight shimmer had grown across her brow, and her heart thudded in her chest at the thrill. She wouldn't need to work out her cardio today! In a flash the young woman had tumbled forward and aimed a double footed kick at her. She parried the sharp looking heels with the bo stick, scratching its polished surface but the rest of the force of the kick hit her in the chest. Olesya fell back onto her butt, tumbling backwards with the momentum to right herself back up in a crouch. Not waiting a moment, she push off hard immediately, leaving indents in the concrete from her feet as she catapulted toward her, the gray surface spidering with cracks from the impact. With the bo staff in both hands, she caught it from one side of her body to the other as she closed the gap between them, lunging when she got close enough. She took another step, turning around for a back lunge followed by a chop. Yay visual! (Dont listen to his voice, just watch the fancy move at the end)
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 26, 2013 19:12:13 GMT -8
Bastille hand landed on her hands and had tucked and rolled down into a crouch herself. Then attacks were coming at her and she found herself holding up her hands like a boxer trying to block the stick like punches. This of course wasn't conducive to having a sword in your hand. She would try an parry with her sword instead, but the attacks were too close and fast for her to accommodate.
[ooc; watch anything of Black Widow in the recent Marvel films and you've pretty much got what Bastilles moves are like.....XP]
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 30, 2013 4:47:41 GMT -8
[ooc: Heheh. Badass females FTW!]
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Olesya smirked, pleased that she was keeping the silvery-blonde at bay for the moment. It wouldn't last long, either Bastille would wise up and be able to fight back, or Olesya would have to up the ante to knock her on her butt.
She chopped down with the bo staff, sweeping it down and across to sweep at her feet while her foot came up from the opposite side to aim a roundhouse kick to her sternum. The goal was to sweep at her feet and knock her back with the kick, to hopefully knock her on her ass. Her multicolored eyes keep wary of that sword the entire time.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 30, 2013 9:58:43 GMT -8
Bastille had to quick think on that, Oleysa was still faster than her. SAd but true fact.
But Bastille was also an out of the box thinker. She thrust her hand out, hoping to grab the bo-staff as it hit her, taking some of the impact elsewhere with her left hand before twisting and using her right hand to effectively shove her sword into the ground, using it as a balance as she bent over, hopefully letting the kick fly right over her and back over her at the recoil. She was going to have massive bruises from the stupid staff tomorrow....massive.
The things we did to avoid the shame of one falling completely on their arse.
Bastille would immediately let go of the staff as soon as she had avoided the kick, feeling the bones in her fingers crack awkwardly as she dropped into a forward somersault hoping to aim a close ranged hilt covered punch to her stomach.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 30, 2013 13:33:23 GMT -8
Damn, well if that girl wasn't flexible and inventive...Olesya was not prepared for that. Her momentum halted slightly as she admired the ingenuity. This gave Bastille time to tuck and roll and aim a kick at her stomach.
Olesya pulled back on the bo staff, holding it horizontally across her abdomen to parry her kick, her feet sliding backward slightly as she widened her stance to give her better center of balance and pushed back hard to hopefully send her tumbling back the way she came.
[ooc: Sorry, short, it was a quick move lol]
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 30, 2013 17:31:25 GMT -8
And Bastille would, flying backwards she tumbled and rolled hard- but like a cat was up on her feet at the end. Coughing a bit she shook her head.
"Let me reiterate,...ow" She said and sighed, not making an advance.
"I think...we should call this here before one of us gets too creative. We might actually fancy keeping our strength about us." She said, rubbing her hand. "And as much as I admire you Oleysa, I do not wish to waste ALL of my creativity on you, I'm sure you understand."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 1, 2013 4:32:52 GMT -8
It appeared they were at a stalemate, equally matched in power and creativity...it was exhilarating. When she fought with any of the troops, she kicked their asses. When she fought with David, he kicked her ass. It was nice to have an even back and forth.
"You're probably right."
Olesya agreed, placing the end of her bo staff on the ground and leaning on it like a walking stick. She was feeling a little achy, in a good way.
"I'm sure if we truly went toe to toe, it would last for hours before either of us grew tired."
She laughed. It would have probably boiled down to stamina: Who could hold out longer? Even though she hadn't made the silvery blonde cry 'Uncle,' she was satisfied with the outcome.
"I wouldn't mind crossing swords with you again. A little creativity is a good thing."
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+1 Draw
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 1, 2013 8:04:11 GMT -8
Bastille smirked and nodded.
"Fascinating indeed to fight another non-Qi user...and here I thought we were a dying breed." She shrugged and held out a hand.
They were not evenly matched, not that close...Oleysa was higher in most of her stats, but Bastille just had the advantage of creativity and a good rival style to match her. It made her mentally glad that they were on what appeared to be the same team. Even so...she was going to have to train a bit harder...she had taken more hits than her silver haired friend.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 1, 2013 8:16:22 GMT -8
"Hahah, that we are, in a sea of Dragons."
She chuckled, stepping forward and holding out her hand to shake Bastille. There were a couple claps and other murmurings as the crowd dispersed, the fight over. Les was still panting slightly, trying to catch her breath, but the adrenaline and endorphins were racing through her blood stream.
"It was fun. If you want to train together, or rematch, I'm always available."
She wasn't even using the term 'always' loosely. David had woken her up in the middle of the night before to spare and train, to keep her on her toes. 'The enemy strikes at any time!' and all that. Not that she was specifically asking to be woken up in the middle of the night...but creativity kept things interesting as they both knew.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 1, 2013 8:20:11 GMT -8
Luckily for her, night time was her domain with the girls...she rarely got the chance to leave her house. She was starting to wonder if she could call in training favors to god territory...
"Indeed, I'll keep that in mind. The same favor to you as well. I'm sure we will meet again, after all we did this time." She said and let go of her hand, jumping down from the table.
"See that wasn't so hard!" Bastille called out to the leaving masses, who all seemed to scuddle a bit quicker in case she got a second wind.
She looked over her shoulder back at Oleysa. "Thank you, that was a bloody good show" And with that Bastille took her leave.
[[ooc; MORE THREADS WITH YOUUUUU------ I is demanding them 0.0.....with poor English and everything]]
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 1, 2013 9:52:34 GMT -8
"Likewise!"
She called back to the silver-blonde. Olesya hadn't had this much fun in a spar in a long time. She was looking forward to running into her again, which was bound to happen sooner or later.
The Voice turned, staring down the scuddling recruits, laughing to herself. She shook her head at the show of cowardice.
"As you were, pumpkins."
There was a muttering of greivances, and one soldier almost approached her with his fists up. However, after a withering look from the Voice of the Storm Dragon, he stepped down. She left without another word.
[ooc: Yes yes yes yes yes!]
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