What's your Price? (Dime)

[Miya]

That. BITCH! Miya would feel that punch was smarts. The taste of iron filled her mouth. This was fun now! Miya would drop to her hand and spin! Dime would get a face full of a spinning kick!

[Dime Price]

In Miya's spin Dime saw yet another opening and came to tackle her middle. Shoving her down before the kick came full circle.

"You used to fighting drunkards or what?" She was a lot of style and not straight forward at all. They were going to wrestle close quarters now.

Atk:20
Def:18(14)
Spd:15
Per:20
Eng:26

[Miya]

"Yeah! I am!"

Miya's face mask would slide shut just in time for Miya to headbutt Dime in the face!

[Dime Price]

Dime felt that one as well a the tears that welled up in her eyes on its contact with her nose. She let blood filled her sinuses and a crack was heard and it was deafening.

She tried to keep one eye on her opponent a best as she could through her new injury

She would send a punch in the woman's throat.

Atk:20
Def:18(14)
Spd:15
Per:20
Eng:26

[Miya]

Miya would keep her head tucked after the head butt leaving Dime to punch the face mask instead! She would then drive a knee into Dime's mid section. Hoping for solar plexus, but the stomach would do fine. Either way with the hit she would attempt to throw Dime off of her!

[Dime Price]

Probs broke the skin of her knuckles with that punch to the helmet. With her own sickness and all this pain she took the knee to the gut with another pained cry and retreated rolling away to recover her own senses.

"What... Why are you... Doing this woman?!" Dime spoke through her broken nose as she gained her footing. She shook her head hoping to ride some of her disorientation keeping her eye on Miya while she raised her hands once more. No doubt her scab uniform was getting dusty and bloody.

[Miya]

Miya's laugh sounded distorted through the helmets speakers.

"You really wanna know so bad? Then keep fighting and MAYBE I'll tell you when I finish kicking your ass!"

Then Miya would charge forward and ram herself into Dime, hopefully sending them both flying out the window! If successful Miya would attempt to position herself on top of Dime!

[Dime Price]

Dime took the tackle and almost threw up on impact. She could taste the blood and bile and her back was coming crushed against the glad for a single second before it gave and as they fell Dime tried to grab just about anything to prevent it to no avail. And it went according to Miya's plan.

Dime's next thought was to grab the nearest shard of glass an stabb her in the sold flesh of the gut.

[Miya]

The stab hit home and that shit wasn't good!

"Fuck!"

Miya would exclaim getting off of Dime and backing up. She would pull the shard out of her stomach. At least it was only a shallow cut. No permanent damage, and not life threatening if treated soon. But that was far from Miya's mind!

"So, wanna play like that do ya?!"

Miya would pull out one of her swords.

"Let's do this then!"

[Dime Price]

"You should have thought about the consequences when you kidnapped my brother." She would see the sword and see Miya come at her but as Dime was relatively unarmed she could only rely on her training. Though she could see she had a further growing disadvantage. She picked up the most solid long thing she could find. A piece of broken lumber, a bit rotted and slightly frail but it would do for what she had in mind. Certainly not something up for blocking a hardened blade.

She would come for Miya head on, her throat twitched with all the drainage she felt in her sinuses, searching for an opening. Dime had kept Miya's wounds in her mind.

The small victories...

[Miya]

As the two women charged each other with weapons in hand they would both be stopped when a Woman showed up catching both weapon with blood covered hands.

"I've seen enough. Miss Knight, you may leave."

Miya looked pissed but she would sheath her sword.

"I want my pay. Now."

The woman would reach into her cloak and toss a bag at Miya. Who would catch it and check the amount.

"Nice doing business with you."

Miya would start to walk away only to stop and look back at Dime.

"I do hope we meet again."

She would say with a twisted smile.

"After all, I owe you a hole in your gut!"

With that she would leave.

[Dime Price]

She almost didn't stop and with the leg Miya had injured earlier she halted her self by falling to one knee and using her stick to stay mostly upright.

She spat a mouth full of blood on the ground. She was saving it to spit in Miya's face as soon as she got close enough.

"What is the meaning of this?!" She exclaimed.

[Miya]

The woman would look down on Dime.

"A test. You passed. Collect your brother and leave."

With the the mysterious woman would walk away.

[Dime Price]

A test?! For who the Blood Mages or the Blood Military. "Why I never... In my blood-born life..." She fumed hobbling to her brother not wanting to have another moment in this place.

"Dime!" Her brother called. The look of horror came clear when he saw the shape she was in. He turned a few shades paler. "Good mercy of the King I've never seen so much blood. Are you alright??"

"Nothing a couple of hours in a tank won't fix." She would work on unknotting the ropes and grabbed started talking to her PT. "Request a ride to pick Quarter up Nana... Yes those same coordinates. He is safe, you can let mother know too." She finally let loose his hands and nodded as he began to stretch in his dusty suit from the soreness. "I am not sure what this was really all about but sorry that it involved you."

He rubbed his chaffed wrists. "Eh..." He shrugged. "Bloods always there when you need them. At least we have that."

She smiled weakly and stood. "A car will be here quickly." And with that she would part ways with him to fin the nearest medical facility.

[Miya]

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