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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 21, 2013 9:33:08 GMT -8
Which would just earn her a kick from Mathew, and if he wasn't penetrating her (Ohhhh myyyyyyy) then she would probably just be sent flying with her ball of water. Olesya was now a kickball!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 21, 2013 9:33:33 GMT -8
Which would just earn her a kick from Mathew, and if he wasn't penetrating her (Ohhhh myyyyyyy) then she would probably just be sent flying with her ball of water. Olesya was now a kickball!
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 21, 2013 9:45:57 GMT -8
Kicked like a soccer ball, Olesya would roll backwards and land gracefully on her feet as she raised her arms like she was finishing a cartwheel, bringing the water up and over her head.
She lowered her arms to chest level, closing her palms together and turning them horizontally. The water lowered and started shooting at him in little bursts as ans brushed her top hand over the bottom like she was dealing cards. Let's see hoe he likes being wet!~
It wouldn't hurt him, per say, but it could sting like a rubber band if it touched his skin.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 21, 2013 9:59:31 GMT -8
The first bit of water stung as Mathew shifted so his stone arm was facing her. But it wasn't an arm any longer, shifting into a shield to block the water shots as he rushed at her to ram her with the shield. Which was growing a spike on the front of it.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 21, 2013 10:13:21 GMT -8
Abandoning her water for the moment (it fell to the ground and soaked into the earth), she would skipped forward and jump at him, attempting to place her hands on the top of his shield and vault over him. If that worked, she'd switch her hands as she was upside down, like a gymnast turning at the peak of those bars they'd spin on, and attempt to swing down behind him and kick him in the butt!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 21, 2013 10:20:26 GMT -8
She could vault over as he brought his arm up in an attempt to jam the spike somewhere into her behind. But it was a blind strike so any chance of precision was out of the question. And if his attempt failed then the charging Mathew would be kicked in the butt and would stumble forward before turning around. The shield turning back into an arm.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 21, 2013 11:42:28 GMT -8
The spike JUST missed her, tearing the fabric of her black leggings in a horizontal fashion about five inches long on her upper thigh. She managed to kick his butt, literally (though not hard because she was quickly losing momentum), and fall to the ground as he turned to face her.
She was laughing.
Olesya climbed back to her feet, dusting herself off.
"Come at me, Bam-Bam."
She taunted.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 21, 2013 11:54:27 GMT -8
"Just remember, you are literally asking for it."
He said bringing his arm up in front of him as he rushed at her again. This time his hand sweeping across the stone arm to shoot small razor sharp shavings at her like she had done. The biggest difference was his footsteps caused the ground to rumble beneath them in a localized earthquake. When he reached her he would shoot his knee up for her stomach.
Lucky for her she wasn't Barker or someone he wanted to kill. So no spike on the knee to be driven into her flesh and organs. Because he cared.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 21, 2013 12:11:06 GMT -8
Zip zip zip zip...
Les put her arms up, catching the little razor sharp shavings on her forearms and cheeks, leaving small, bright red lines in their wake. The shit STUNG! She summoned up water from the wet ground to catch the remaining ones, suspended between them. However, this water wasn't solidified with her Qi (as she was using it to catch the shavings) so Mathew would come crashing through and knee her in the stomach.
She was launched off her feet, doubling over as she flew backwards and landed gracelessly on the ground. She managed to catch herself though, landing on her hands and feet.
"Yeah well...keh...I'm a masochist."
She coughed, Pushing off from the ground and summoning a couple handfuls of water from the ground and manipulating it into a thin whip. She 'held' an end in her hand and cracked the whip at him a couple quick times in succession.
"Guess you could say I'm a sadist too!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 21, 2013 12:21:59 GMT -8
The first whip strike slashed across Mathew's face leaving a thin trail of blood as the second whip strike would strike the stone arm as he rose the guard up. A snarling smile pulled at his lips.
"Half surprised you know the difference."
He slammed his foot hard into the ground. Les could probably guess that a pillar would shoot out of the ground at her. Instead a small marble sized ball would fire out of his arm at her. Though the arm was smaller than it had been at the start thanks to him already launching parts of it at her.
"I'm just a Sadist."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 21, 2013 12:28:53 GMT -8
"Really? Because to me you always seemed like a glutton for punishment."
She retorted, feeling slightly bad that she'd caused him to bleed, but then again he'd bled her first. He stomped and she jump, expecting a pillar or a small earthquake to ripple through the ground. She noticed a fast moving object a half second too late and it clipped her in the shoulder.
"Ow!"
She raised a handful of water to coat her hand, charging it with her Qi and place her hand to her shoulder. The welt and cut disappeared.
"Throwing stones, huh? Why don't you hit me like a man?"
She'd taunt, looking almost bored as she leaned on a hip and passed the water between her hands.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 23, 2013 8:45:09 GMT -8
"Attacks on my masculinity don't really work on me."
He said as he punched his stone arm into the ground. Mending the arm with fresh stone as his eyes stay fixed on her. He was expecting another ranged attack. It's what he would do in this moment of seeming vulnerability.
"But hey, if you are really that eager to have me on top of you again... It can be like High School all over again."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 24, 2013 11:33:05 GMT -8
"Hah, in your dreams, Amtrum."
She scoffed at his high school comment. They'd gone on one date back at PHS 42, and though it had been pretty spectacular, they'd lost touch shortly after that, leaving a 'what might have been' type of scenario. And now he was married with children and she was a single mother. How time changed people.
Les would take this opportunity to brace her feet shoulder length apart and push out with her hands, sending the water at his stone arm with the speed and ferocity of a sledge hammer. She'd attempt to shatter his arm before he had a chance to mend it.
Level 3: (MILDLY DANGEROUS) Usable for three posts only. Can pull moderate amounts of water with precision of blunt tools.
Posts used for Level 3: 1/3
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 24, 2013 15:32:11 GMT -8
The arm rocked with the blow of water but it was not enough to shatter the arm. His lips twisting into a scowl as he ripped the repaired arm out of the ground. His flesh arm swiping over it causing the arm to shift and meld into a sharp jagged blade made of stone.
Rushing forward at her he swiped at her midsection with his blade arm for her midsection. Maybe today she would finally get to see what it felt like for him to penetrate her.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 24, 2013 15:47:03 GMT -8
Looks like Les needed some more practice to perfect her technique. She made a mental note to do so once this fight was through, and in the meantime learn as much as she could fighting Mathew so she'd know what to improve on.
Les would dive to the side, the blade catching her midriff and making a cut about a half inch deep, slicing her black tank top in the process. She fell into a tumble, rolling to her feet and clutching her stomach. Her arms came back red.
"Fuck, that stings."
She summoned an handful of water from where she'd splashed it on the ground, engulfing her hand and infusing it with her Qi, placing the hand over her stomach. Her skin knit back together and the bleeding stopped. In its wake was a bright pink, slightly raised scar. It was still very tender and could be broken back open until it finished healing in her lower dermis layers.
"Guess we're not playing nice."
It appeared that Mathew was trying to hurt her, break her down. She would need to up her game or wind up shattered in pieces. She kicked off from the ground, launching herself at him with more fervor. She drew water into both of her hands, throwing softball sized orbs at him at a fast velocity.
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