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Post by David B. on Oct 5, 2013 11:29:48 GMT -8
David was hit in the back, hard, causing him to collapse to a knee as the wind was driven from his lungs by the force of her attack. He turned and held out a hand at the incoming wave, blasting wind at it to force the water to move around him in a sort of "V" shape, either side of the water hitting a wall.
This, of course, would leave him open for her to attack from his other side, so he would turn his face back to her, intent to try and guard himself with the other hand if need be.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 8, 2013 12:41:43 GMT -8
She would take that open side as an invitation. Launching from the ground fast, a shallow crater in her wake, she took met that invitation with an outstretched fist. Less than a second later, her other fist joined the first, aiming for a portion right below the first first, and later rinse, repeat.
Unless intervened, she'd aim punch after punch after punch in rapid succession at the same square-foot area, trying to make a dent in the Storm Dragon.
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Post by David B. on Oct 9, 2013 14:35:14 GMT -8
Davids palm would block the first strike, but not the second. It hit the steel-like ribcage at his side, causing his eyes to go wide in pain. The blow following it hit as well, earning a wince and grunt- that would cause some bruising. He couldn't take a ton of those- so he would leap toward her, continuing to blast wind at the water to keep it from hitting him, just moving while he did so.
As he leapt at her, he would stick out an elbow with the intent of hitting her square between the eyes and breaking her nose, betting on the short distance between them and his own agility. Assuming that worked and her head was thrown back from the blow, he would snap out his hand by flexing the elbow, his forearm and clenched fist lashing out with the point of hitting her in the chin.
He didn't want the woman in the water, as he knew that would heal her after an extent. So he would, should his second blow hit, tilt back and kick with the leg closest to her, hoping to put her on her ass. Now, he assumed, the water would recede, as she probably didn't have the kind of power necessary for continuous trials.
All this, of course, only taking place if his elbow hit, then fist. If something in that line changed, he would adapt accordingly.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 9, 2013 17:35:07 GMT -8
The waves had died away the moment she started hitting him. She wasn't strong enough to withstand constant use of her newly found power. She knew she would be hurting tomorrow, probably unable to move at all. Was it worth it?
Was anything worth it?
"If I don't do it, no one else will."
The words echoed through her mind like a mantra. It's what kept her standing when she wanted to fall to her knees. Awake when she wanted to sleep. Strong when she wanted to fall. If she didn't stand tall and do what needed to be done, it wouldn't be done. No one would protect her. No one would lead the Dragons. No one.
*Crunch*
"Fuck!"
Pain shot through her skull like a loaded gun, coloring his elbow crimson in the blood from her nose. It was broken, without a doubt. Before she could respond, another fist hit her in the chin, sending her reeling backward a few steps. Then the kick. She fell, tumbled like the waves behind them, and came to a stop. She spit in the sand. Red.
Climbing to her feet, she shoot it off. She'd taken worse beatings in her life, compared to what Barker did to her this was almost child's play.
Still too angry to form proper words, she launched herself at him again. And she would again, and again, and again until she collapsed or he restrained her. She had issued a challenge and she was going to give it everything she had. Because she gave everything she had every day for that damn territory, and had nothing to show for it except for the bags under her eyes.
She came at him swinging. Right hook, left hook, right uppercut, left roundhouse kick. Olesya tried to keep moving, to keep him on the defensive. Fights weren't won by throwing a punch and calling it a day. It's harder to hit a moving target, they say.
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Post by David B. on Oct 11, 2013 7:57:32 GMT -8
As the waves receded, David turned toward her fully, watching her charge. His feet were shoulder width apart, knees bent, hands out in front of him giving her a double "bring it" sign. Blood was oozing from her face, and as she charged in with a right hook, David would duck and throw his body forward, aiming to slam his shoulder into her gut. His hands would come down to attempt gripping the back of her thighs, pulling toward him as he thrust toward her gut with his shoulder.
The attempt being, quite simply, to "spear" tackle her.
If it worked, he would be on top of her, to which he would try and shift his legs forward to plant his knees on either side of her abdomen. If it worked, and he achieved the mount, he would try to rain down blows onto her face until she passed out.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 11, 2013 10:21:43 GMT -8
Charging at him like she did, Olesya was unable to change her direction in time to avoid the spear tackle. She took the shoulder to the stomach, the two of them rolling backward, tumbling to the ground. However, as she fell backward, she tucked her knees to her chest as his body was still angled from the shoulder throw, leaving a window of space between them as they fell. She planted her feet into his gut, pushing off with all the strangth that she had in order to catapult him away from her, sliding her to the water's edge in the process.
If this was successful, she'd scoot back until she was in the foam of the waves, harnessing the ocean's power once more. It was weird, she felt so centred, so calm when it came to the water. Where had this majesty been her whole life?? What this a fortunate side effect of the experiments, or had the experiments surpressed her Qi until now?
If David came at her again, she shove her hands forward, palms out, a wall of water rising to greet him. If he hesitated, she would throw her arms, adding strength and volume to an incoming wave to crash over them both from a height of ten feet. Mixing the Storm Dragon and water-based Qi resulted in some rough seas.
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Post by David B. on Oct 11, 2013 16:11:34 GMT -8
David let out a quick "ACK" at the kick, causing him to be thrown off her a ways, as she was pushed back into the water. He cursed. He launched back forward, taking the force of a punch to the face from her water- but he ran clean through it, slight bruising lightening on his cheek, along with a small cut. Blood trickled down his face as David brought both hands up in the air- closing them into fists as she brought up a massive wave.
He would pull, hard, on the air above them...he intended to pull the fucking sky down on them. Davids own body would be slammed into the earth, his hands and knees hitting the ground at the force of the wind and air he pulled down. He cried out from the pain of it, but stayed in that position. What he was feeling, at his strength, he could only imagine the blunt force that Olesya might be feeling.
OOC: New ability used.
Storms Sacrificial Tremor:
David condenses the air above himself and those around him. He can then pull down on it, like a battering ram, the force of the blow equal to his CHA. David himself takes the same blunt force, sometimes slammed around and brutalized by his own attack. The force leaves after making contact with the intended target. This attack may only be used once per thread. -20 CON in thread used for remainder of thread.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 11, 2013 20:10:43 GMT -8
A strangled cry might be heard as the force of the wind knocked her down into the water. She was currently in about 6 inches of water, which helped, ever so barely, to cushion the blow. Her had hit the sand underwater, salt entered her broken nose, both stinging and...feeling like a bit of relief. Her nose was still broken, but at least she'd stopped bleeding.
The wind knocked out of her from the forceful blow, Olesya instinctively breathed in a lungful of water. Normally she'd start hacking and sputtering...but she breathed back out, spitting out water as if it was no deal as she achily pushed herself back into a sitting position. She couldn't give up now...she couldn't. The water washed away the blood from her face, the wounds were still there, and her nose was still crooked and broken, but the salt had acted with her own platelets to coagulate and stop her from losing more blood. At least for now.
"Don't think....I'm done with you...yet..."
She huffed, having to break in her speech with every movement. First she leaned forward a bit drunkenly, like a rag doll, catching herself with her hands. She then pulled in one leg, then the other, and pushed herself back to her feet. Her vision swam in front of her eyes for a split second and then righted itself. She could feel her strength starting to ebb like the tide, but that only meant she would need to push harder.
She would fight until she either won, or was knocked out cold on this beach.
Olesya shook it off, going at him again. She kept low, keeping her profile from revealing any major weak areas. She picked up speed, raising the guard in her arms to deflect any attack to her upper body as she slid with her right foot and kicked hard at his right shin with her left heel.
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Post by David B. on Oct 11, 2013 21:05:26 GMT -8
David shook his head when she staggered back up. He was standing, his back aching from his own attack.
"You're beat, Les. You just don't know it yet."
David would wait for her to get in close before her slide would cause him to jump- toward her. Again he tried to land on her, attempting to crawl into a mount. He would pin her arms and stare down into her eyes.
"You always were so stubborn. My title as Elder is passable, Les. My title as Storm Dragon is altogether seperate, and nothing to do with the gang. You'll gain nothing by winning. Hopefully, that will change by losing."
He would headbutt her....repeatedly...until she passed out. Or try to, anyway.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 11, 2013 21:22:57 GMT -8
The second pounce she could not counter as easily as the first. She was weakening, stars twinkling in the edges of her vision, but she fought it, she fought it as if her life depended on it. Because in a matter of speaking, it did. All of her hard work, her pride, it rested on this challenge she issued the Dragon in front of her. It was a fool's errand, he was twice as strong as her, but she needed to give it all she had.
She gave him a fight as he tried to pin her down. He'd pin one arm, she'd swing with the other. He'd pin that one, she'd wriggle out and swat at him with that hand. All the while, she'd flail her legs, trying to push back and away from him. But he was faster than her, and he had the upper hand. After a minute of struggling, he'd pinned her down in the sand.
"And I...AH! Can have...AHH! N-neither..."
Continuously headbutting her face with an already broken nose. She only made it past two headbutts until she was out cold, now with a moderate concussion and a broken nose that had resumed bleeding slowly. She exhaled with the last word, her voice fading into the sound of the surf. Her chest moved shallowly due to her injuries.
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