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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 25, 2013 10:23:29 GMT -8
"Nothing personal. But I need to vent before I kill someone and you are literally asking for it."
The good news was he didn't plan to kill her. The bad news was she was now his punching bag to vent all of the rage that was building up inside him. Rage from losing his arm, for losing his wife, having the satisfaction of defeating Barker himself stolen from him. The sheer stupidity from everyone that wasn't him. It was almost more than he could bear.
The first water orb slammed into his shoulder causing it to push back with the blow, a decent one but her Qi was not on his level yet and would not stop him as he rushed her with equal ferocity. His stone blade coming back and piercing the water orb, the small impact being used by Mathew to flatten and elongate the tip of the sword to be like a stone rectangle. Slamming it forward toward the girl's stomach, in his infinite mercy opting to not attempt to impale her.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 25, 2013 10:52:08 GMT -8
Olesya's eyes widened slightly. She'd never seen mathew this angry. She'd come to the square looking for a fight, and she certainly got one. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
"Well, fuck. If you wanted to talk about you feelings-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence as the arm slammed into her stomach, the physics of the blow sending her flying up and over him like a crazy pendulum. She was now in the air head over heels. She reached down, grabbing onto his head and using him as a pivot to swing her legs back down and into his sternum.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 25, 2013 11:52:59 GMT -8
The force of the kick sent him stumbling backwards and falling back onto the stone. The force of his landing acting as a catalyst with his Qi to send a wave of quarter inch thick pillars shooting at Olesya, once again mercifully blunt. But it seemed like Mathew didn't intend to talk about his feelings with her today.
As Olesya dealt with the pillars one way or another Mathew's body began to sink into the ground, relying on the vibrations in the stone to locate her for his next attack.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 25, 2013 12:21:08 GMT -8
Olesya fell into a crouch, eyes widening as the pillar shot at her. She summoned an orb of water around her and spun it fast like Lucien had taught her. Two of the pillars fot through before her shield was up to velocity, striking her in the shoulder and stomach.
She groaned, getting pushed back about a foot, but her shield held, deflecting the other pillars to the side.
Grounding her feet and widening her stance she'd push hard, the shield disintegrating into tiny little slivers all shooting at Mathew. They weren't fine tuned, if any caught him he'd receive no more than a paper cut. A thousand tiny little paper cuts.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 26, 2013 9:48:29 GMT -8
As Mathew was already sinking into the ground as the pillars shot up at Olesya many of the splinters of water would not find their mark, but several did cut his face before he was fully below ground. Moving through the stone underfoot Mathew rapidly made his way to where Olesya was, a hand bursting out of the stone to try and grab her ankle and yank her down waist deep into the stone.
Did the voice of the Storm Dragon have an answer to that? If not then she would find the stone around her pelting her like mini punches as it moved and shifted around her body.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 26, 2013 14:40:55 GMT -8
(Will fix typos later, on phone)
Les would get sucked down into the arth up to her waist. Damn...she summoned the water with her free hands and shot it into the grpund aroubd her, turning it into mud. Shr then spun the water, working her way out of the earth like a corkscrew.
She took the punmellings, her focus on getting unstuck. With a pulse of qi, she shot the water out around her to pulverie the pillars, and to land on her feet. Mud was everywhete.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 2, 2013 15:21:45 GMT -8
Her lack of panic and ability to keep focused was a good quality for her. Perhaps David was not wrong to choose her. Though she still had such a long way to go to be at their level the potential was there clear for all to see. A rising star. Mathew's body rose out of the Earth seemingly on it's own volition as his Qi pulsed and pushed him upward. His arm repaired.
"Is that all you got? HURT ME."
He growled as he charged her, swinging his stone arm in a wide hook for her face. He wanted to inflict pain. He wanted to feel her hurt him. He needed to feel alive, he wanted to grasp onto that feeling to ground himself and stop himself from spiraling out of control.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 2, 2013 16:32:07 GMT -8
She could see the madness in his eyes, the lack of control. He was hurting, and in more than the 'talk about your feelings kind of way.' She knew that Bastille was missing, and though he had seemed complacent in his role as husband and father, but it was obvious that Bastille had managed to break through his stone heart. It was an amazing thought...if he weren't trying to break her face in.
"Enough!"
She dove out of the way of his attack, tumbling onto the ground and back to her feet, teetering slightly.
"I know what this is about, Mathew. And you don't need to beat me or yourself to a pulp, its not going to help anything!"
She held her hands up as a sign of peace. She'd enjoyed fighting him to start, but this was getting really heavy. If she didn't cut it off now, one of them would get seriously injured.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 13, 2013 23:37:48 GMT -8
Bastille had broken through. As had his girls. And he was a pretty dedicated Father and Husband. Maybe not the best husband, but no one was perfect. But he thought he was a damn good Father. He cared about those girls more than almost anything.
When she called out that she had enough and was surrendering Mathew snarled but didn't press the attack. Instead he turned his back on her and slammed his flesh fist into the wall of the Peace Cafe. Cracks forming around his fist before a large section of the wall crumbled from the blow. Anyone inside that looked through the hole would see Mathew's scowling face.
"I really don't think you do."
Was all he said.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 14, 2013 13:15:10 GMT -8
His anger was understandable, she wasnt sure what she'd do if David or Maddie were taken. She would probably react in the same way, but then Mathew woukd step in and calm her down, redirect her fury into something constructive, much like the day of the Lightning Dragons naming.
And so, she needed to do the same for him.
"You really think that? After all weve been through? Give me a little credit, Mathew."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 14, 2013 21:42:09 GMT -8
"No, I really don't think you know what this is about. Not as well as you think you do at least."
He said with a roll of his eyes. To say it was over Bastille was to say that he was sunburned because the sun existed. It was so much more than the fact that Bastille was missing. And his blood boiled just thinking about it. His heart drummed and felt like busting, and it was all he could do to not just find someone and snap their neck. If only for the momentary reprieve he would have from venting a small portion of the wrath he felt.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 15, 2013 8:22:14 GMT -8
Oh, he was asking for it. Time for the blunt truth.
"Bastille is missing. We all know this. And obviously it has affected you more than anyone else here. You're hurting, like a piece of your heart has been ripped from your chest. But beating yourself and others up is not going to bring her back here. You need to think Mathew. You need to plan. Isn't that what you do best?"
Mathew the schemer, Olesya knew that as plainly as she knew the sky was blue. He always had a plan for everything, and a plan for that plan. She couldn't even begin to unravel all the concurrent plans floating around in that big head of his. She found it hard to believe that there wasn't one for rescuing Bastille already.
"I know you're angry, and I understand. Angry can't even begin to describe how you're feeling. But you're wasting time. Plug up the hole in your heart and get to the drawing table. Use it to fuel you, drive you. You of all people know you cant run in there half-cocked and expect to get her out of there alive. You need to think."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 15, 2013 13:59:29 GMT -8
He shook his head. She didn't see the whole picture. There was so much that he was angry about. So much that had been ripped from him. Bastille missing was rough, but so was her complete and utter failure. Having Barker's death ripped from him by Strike. Losing his arm with nothing to show for it. The plan had gone almost flawlessly for the big picture.
But Mathew had lost. And he fucking hated losing. Even if his goals were moving forward, the loss was there, taunting him. Mocking him.
"You don't need to tell me what I need to do. I've already been planning on how to find her and trying to narrow down where she is taken."
And now she was underestimating him. Because of his miscalculation trusting Bastille. Because Strike took his kill. Now Olesya thought he needed to be told that he needed to make a plan. He wanted to rip someones heart out and watch it stop beating just to show that he still could.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 15, 2013 14:12:10 GMT -8
"Well somebody has too before you Hulk the territory to the ground.
She spat back. So, he had a plan. Why wasn't he acting on it? Why was he instead acting out like this? What was he hoping to accomplish? Seeing Mathew not acting like himself was so boggling to Olesya. She was used to him keeping his cool, playing his options. It just didn't compute.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 15, 2013 15:31:26 GMT -8
Olesya was really close to starting up the fight again. And Mathew's muscles visibly tensed when she spoke. He didn't like her answer. Stomping his way toward her, the ground rumbling with every step until he was right in front of her, glaring down.
"You presume to give me any kind of order?"
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