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[Etched In Stone]

Suprised once again, maybe the Russ actually did acquire some knowledge along with some effective training since their last encounter? Drixx would see coming up in his next move, he just could of been rusty. The kicked sailed thin air halting mid way as a matter fact, like so, retracting fluidly and whip like back to the floor board. Soon to press off with another motion it would be kept slightly tilted, which at this time Bishop crossed over and extended his hands to grab ahold his armor Kevlar vest. His feet stumbled slightly as they tried regaining what balance was there in his legs, Drixx knew to shift and tilt his body appropriately until he grounded for sure. Falling into the grapple was not an option and if he hadn't known proper techniques, hell, he wouldn't of been nearly as good of a fighter as Bish'. And it wasn't tug-a-war, no, something far less strenuous that required only redirection of energy. Yes, the Russian knew this style well by now, but did he know how to counter its counters?

That flaring crimson palm shot down to meet the grapple like had a mind of it's own, moving off sheer instinct and slight frantic anxieties but equal in speed. Techniques took years to master. Whether Bishop's intentions were pulling or tugging him to trip, even a good face beating ... None of it mattered. Just barely after he got a good grip of the tight fitted suit, Drixx's palm pushed to knock it off path at the wrist, where there were tender joints that would aide him doing so. A small amount of his own strength only gave him less struggle, but either way, his right came following next in a vertical slant that if Bishop used his second arm it too would be swatted leaving an open trail right to his face. If things went according next went a headbutt to the bridge of his nose following the stumble and deflection. All in one move he only hoped everything was a success, this fight needed to end quickly but in a safe manner.

He didn't want either of them in E.R rooms, hell, the both probably be placed sitting next to another getting high, drinking booze. Hella' cool guys to hang with, though.

[ImNoHero]

Both of Bishop's hands where knocked off course without making it to either preferred destination. What came next was something Bishop felt and saw coming from a mile away, his Hyperkinesis reading the movements flawlessly. However, this was one of those instances where his body simply wasn't fast enough to do what his mind urged him to. A sickening crunch snapped audibly into existence but for a brief moment, as a brilliant flash of white over took Bishop's vision for that brief moment. Though Drixx might have head butted him, even he should know that it would take more than that to stop the infamous gang leader. His alias as read on his back tattoo when exposed, ACHERON, Translated to 'The River of Pain'. This sadomasochist endured the pain, embraced it.

Without hesitation, The Russian Meta's arms move to snake around Drixx on both sides, coming to securing his own tight grip around his left wrist. With his eyes squeezed s**t tight, and his jaw clinched with a couple of audible grunts evolved into a growl just before he barked profusely from his mouth.

"FAWK YOU!!!"

He shouted as he would easily lift the taller man off of the ground. ideally he would be hugging him about the belly, whether or not he had the arms pinned didn't concern him. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. Suddenly, Drixx would find his world turning upside down as he seemed to have found a heavy patch of gravity. Yes, if Bishop afforded to 'hug' him he would transition Drixx into a once in a life time ride with what was best explained as a suplex, though he was executing this from the opponents front as opposed to their behind. If Drixx couldn't manage to avoid, it, it would be a split second later that he would have Bishop's raw strength driving him head first into the wooden floor they stood upon.

[BrokenDollEyes]

There should of been a warning siren going off in t the back of one's head when the door clicked shut and locked. Was she suppose to be scared? Cause that wasn't the case as the sword raised cross ways against her chest before being swung outward. Elbow rotating enough to allow the sword to turn. Feet swiftly turning around to land the edge of the blade against his neck.

"And why shouldn't I?"

There was a challenge set deep with in her voice along with a breathy air about it. Still utterly flirtatious as the blade was lowered down. Wasn't honestly in her nature to harm someone. Although the gleam in those cobalt hues said other wise. It had been along time since fingers gripped a weapon in training or in battle. It mademuscles uunder the skin tense with a fire long ago thought to have been extinguished.

"Come now, must have some kind of answer?"

[YummyBiscuits]

Drew Clark

Drew's eyes widened slightly, but he gave no sign nor start of fear. With how many times he had a blade pressed against his neck, his face, his chest, or even his boys, Drew had largely grown to be unaffected by the prospect of a bladed weapon. He also knew she wouldn't dare; he was in TRS. Once e member, if you got bunked by some punk, you would know they wouldn't weather the storm their own hands crafted.

Carefully, he would draw closer to the woman. Close enough to smell her, and for her to get a full stretch of him. She'd smell the gentle musk of alcohol, vanilla-scented tobacco, and sweat coating him like fine oil.

" I'll show ya'. " Drew mused, stepping close suddenly. His front would wrap against her back, his advantage in size showing by the way his arms bent when he slid his hands over her own. He gripped the sword through her, and moved a finger to run across the gem. Apparently, that was all if took, for the gem took the oddest of glows.

The blade itself would erupt in flame, and the air would fall cloyingly thick upon one's lungs. Ania would feel the heat, but only see it as an inconvenience. Her hand upon the hilt protected her. It was largely impressive, much like it's creator.

BrokenDollEyes

[BrokenDollEyes]

Ok that was impressive when the heat rose.from the blade. Making eyes water up and fingers to tighten around the hilt. Amazing what a gem could actually do. Body pressedt the males out of reflect, after all heat didn't bold well with her. And honestly as a woman that had hot flashes every once in a blue moon she was glad when the flames faded away.

Drawing the sword back down to her side she huffed gently talk about getting hot and bothered. Wasn't even in a good way yet. "Well do they all produce fire or other...let's say elements to be classy."

Turning about once more making sure the sword was pressed against her side. Takin a bold step the lady placed the free hand upon his chest, fingers pushing ever so slightly to feel the muscle beyond the skin. Smirking ever so Fox like just to tease, why not he was the one to lock the door, considering shutting it just wasn't good enough.

[Shaizard]

This is my playground....

The Ancient Evil was making her presence known, dipping her fingers into the honeypot but not to steal the honey but to taint it. Make it darker, sweeter, to make the draw more alluring and the temptation to join into the madness...insatiable. Like her hunger, a maddening need that drew the fanged leer from her visage, twisting her porcelain white features into something more sinister than the casual indifference the Evil usually exhibited.

I don’t like boring things

Blood red and crimson hair tumbled in loose waves to mid-back, freely moving in the breeze as she prowled the darkened streets like another alley cat. Eyes like burning garnets, faceted to flash here and there, were the objects of first attention when one first laid eyes upon the 6'4 predator. Then the porcelain skin, accented by a silver rose tattoo upon her right jawline, vines extending down her neck and along her shoulder, curling about her right bicep like a vice. To say she wasn't lacking in modifications was an understatement. Skeletal hands reached around her neck, bone fingers curled inwards like they were ripping into her collarbones, right about the carved words BLOOD RITE above her chest...a ritualistic neck piece so to speak. Her outfit was a black racer cami made of leather, skin tight with a plunging neck to show off her chest piece while laces were tied tight in the back. Like her top, her jeans were skintight and black with a loose black belt hanging at an angle from her hips. Knee high stiletto boots clicked against the pavement as she strode forward, fingers curling and uncurling with amusement while a lit CK cigarette dangled from two fingers.

This is my home ground...

Rakshasa lifted her cigarette to her bright red lips, placing the black papers between her lips as she came upon the door to the Sadistfaction. Even the name was endearing, hitting all her little buttons to rouse her lusts. She shouldered in, sweeping a hand through her hair and pulling it back as a cloud of crimson smoke shot from her lips in a clean line. Now, where to find the boss-man in charge to get this rodeo on the road.

"Who do I talk to in order to make this more interesting?"

Get on your knees and beg
We’re dirty dirty dirty hey
Everyone turn up turn up turn up hey

[YummyBiscuits]

Drew Clark

Drew smirked, his lip pulling up smugly noticed how her eyes had watered, how the expression on her face had changed from something so teasingly catty into one mingling with a twinge of admiration. She pressed on about the blades, and taking note of her hand pressed casually on his chest, Drew took the chance to wrap his hand around the blade, and slowly pull it out of her hands. His eyes, previously locked on hers, dragged away to appreciate the blade.

He twirled it, letting his thumb pass over it once more. The flames came just as fast as they had the first time, and he made sure to keep it far enough away as to not lash the woman with harsh heat.

" I got a weapon fer anythin' under tha' sun, Sugar. " Drew would say with a chuckle. He twirled the blade once more, letting the handle pass over the back of his hand. This guy was showy if nothing else. With a click that was almost too sudden, the blade was sheathed, pressed in between the two. He had managed to raise the sheath and blade in time enough not to scorch the poor girl in front of him.

" I told ya, I make some of tha' best s**t'n Sigil. "

BrokenDollEyes

[BrokenDollEyes]

"I see"

Came the casual reply from curved lips as eyes watched the look of administration pass through his eyes. As well as any man should considering weapon making was a rare talent to have. Turning from drew with ease mindful of the sword he had pressed between them. Arms folding across ample chest as feet carried her about he room once more. The lick of magic against skin had fine hair raised up.

Moving towards the wall a whip had caught the attention of the fae. Finished raised ever so slightly to touch the finely crafted grip. Th leather wrapped tightly around who knows what metal. Amazing to be honest at the hand crafted item. Blue orbs took in the smaller details before placing her hand back.

Where the he'll had this place been before leaving the family? Images ran in the minds eye of her siblings and cousins going ape s**t over them. Yeah men and weaponsalways went hand in hand. Slowly turning back around to face him. "Is there more too you then finely crafted weapons?" Black hair moved slightly to the side to expose the length of pale neck that dipped into exposed collar bone and the it ended do to the shirt she wore.

[Etched In Stone]

Still, no words came from the shinobi's burnt weeded lips, Bishop's roar had not frightened him from his next manuever, his eyes widened a little caught off guard and his left leg stepped, in a slant behind Bishop's right after he allowed himself to get tangled throwing his own arms to grab the Russian, closer than he needed. The american shinobi would use time wisely, his shoulders twisted, Bishop would realize this but Drixx doubt a defense was any good at this point, however he would not stop to give the man time to plan. While he crouched, his left leg arched in a back sweeping motion, another deft movement from the warrior's men. The sudden step outwards on an angle should cause a stumble of unbalance for the guy holding him tight, even a slight step off helped, the human brain would take a minute to register this sudden interruption.

From the floor board below, Drixx ran his foot on it's blade like a leg sweep under or as a matter fact, behind his field of vision, the two faced each other and would not see this coming, even with eyes from the rear. And if he did, in the back of his mind it was like "oh s**t, this man quick as ********!", too late to react cause' by then, his a** was thrown to the floor. Drixx's arching foot swept like a broom, his grip of Bishop's shoulders pushed him back, and would flush him back to the tripping leg. Drixx leaned his body with the man, in fact, when he crashed down he spun out and away from the intense battle, his scarf flowing as it unraveled from his neck in three layers. Beautiful grace allowed him to spin away three times on the balls his feet, he ended up roughly four meters to Bishops left which proably was now the dance floor (correct me if wrong) scarf uncoiled as both ends gripped around his wrists, the Black Cobra would dance to a song playing in the jukebox catching beat and rhythm only his head bounced to the track smiling his way at Bishop.

This time, he would try something new.

"Care to dance?"

He laughed aloud, the only dancing he was to do was bob around and fight. All the while Bishop was beginning to become annoying, instead of bitching, he played the role back, holding out his arm as to take the Russian's hand and dance, livening it up a little.

[YummyBiscuits]

Drew Clark

A man could appreciate beauty, when it came to weapons, and when it came to women. The beauty in front of him must have had similar eyes; she caught onto some of the better things in his shop. Some of the weapons were merely metal, leather, and various embellishments. Others, like the sword, like the whip, were much more than they appeared.

So, when the woman turned around, Drew took a moment to drink in what he saw. A gorgeous example of a woman, appreciating a lot more than she let on at the time. He caught the daring look in her eyes, the c**k of her head egging him on, and the stance she took almost forcing him to step up to the plate. She thought this whole thing a game, and Drew planned on throwing down.

He just had to swing the bat.

Drew stepped forwards, coming alongside the woman. He wasn't as apprehensive, and his hand took a hold of the whip she had eyed. He remembered this little number, and instead of answering her question, he would appreciate the whip. Black leather, with a flanged tip. The handle had a braided loop at the bottom, long enough to hang over the wrist, or hold the coils of the whip when put away.

" Bull-leather, wit' a star-steel core. Got a tightenin' rod in the bottom, so ya' can keep tha' leather jus' as tight as ya' want. " Drew let the coils drop to the floor, revealing eight total tongues of leather, instead of a single tip. Each one had a thumbnail-sized bit of metal tied in. " It'll cut ya' like any good blade, lemme tell ya'. Pretty damn hard ta' mess up tha' core to boot. " Drew gave the whip a wiggle, and it seemed to almost hop back into his hands. He would slowly coil it back up.

" But no, I'm much more'n just a smith. "

BrokenDollEyes

[BrokenDollEyes]

"So I see"

She stated while shoving hands into the pockets of her Jean shorts no need to fold them up at the moment. Amazing that they could be so focused on weapons not to notice almost anything else. Admitting to him that he was talented Smith was one thing. Stroking his ego was another. Considering having a big head on the shoulders wasn't that attractive unless talking about other male parts.

Slinking past him and back towards the door, almost forgetting the little detail of him having locked the door. Damn it to hell, glancing to Drew brow raised. "Gonna let me out?"

Back straightening bout as she gazed at him, if.there wasn't going to be a demonstration of some kind the bar was calling her name.

[ImNoHero]

His own backwards momentum only helped him to fall victim to the leg sweep. He didn't see it coming, and if he had've, he wouldn't have had enough time to react. He didn't fight the fall much at all, he merely exhaled harshly as his back impacted the ground as to avoid winding. In the transition down, it seemed Drixx somehow managed to wiggle free of Bishop's grasp. Not to worry, the good news was, Bishop was beginning to not be so angry anymore, though now he was going to continue having fun teaching his Spanish-African American friend a lesson. As Bishop was called out to the dance floor, he would be seen stacking some unofficial hand signs, the only official one coming at the end as his hand folded together over head to produce the image of a star. This was more of a Bishop and his brothers thing more so than a gang thing, but it was hang pride none the less. He traversed the wooden floor with a rendition of the Crip walk, though instead of spelling CRIP with his fancy foot work, he spelled TRS. He would be upon Drixx in a brief moment. Hopefully he didn't think Bishop was finished.

[Etched In Stone]

"Able to calm down a bit, brother?"

The towered Drixx still holding the scarf around his wrists, he did not lower them from his waistline, spinning his hands as the scarf followed barrel formation. The dance floor was vacant, the music still played and as Bishop fancied his way to him, well, without giving it away, he would try and catch some breath. Slow, steady inhales followed relaxed deep exhales. Unsure if they were continuing, Drixx continued rolling the scarf like it was a wet towel about to lash Bishop in the face.

[YummyBiscuits]

Drew Clark

Drew carefully set the whip back onto the wall. It had a neat little peg from where to hang, and Drew gave it a tug, making sure it was set on there well enough. He turned around, and smirked wildly towards the vixen. He really had the chance to appreciate her beauty then. Long, dark hair, nice eyes, and the kinda legs you could lose yourself in. He liked what he saw, and partly ignored her question as he walked over to the counter.

He lifted himself on with a grunt, before leaning behind it to grab a bottle. Good scotch, by the looks of the label and the dark brown liquid swirling inside. Drew kept some good s**t around his place of business, in case he was having a busy day and wanted a neat buzz to help him along. This was as good of a time as ever; good liquor and women always went hand in hand.

" Now, why would I go'n do tha' fer? " Drew mused, unscrewing the top. He didn't have a cup with him, and was in no mood to leave just yet, so instead of setting he bottle aside, he popped it open and took a neat kip.

" Bishop's kickin' a** in there'n I ain't gettin' involved 'less s**t goes down hard. Join me fer a bit, sweet cheeks. " Drew would say, before leaning back and propping himself up with an elbow. He stretched out on the counter, bringing a foot up and planting it on the wood. He preferred comfort above all else, and with a chick like this, booze like that, he was intent on enjoying himself.

BrokenDollEyes

[r e v e s n o i r s]

Cicily seemed to snap out of the little trance she was in. She had not been getting much sleep with the wedding plans, and with working on the finances with this club and with the wedding. Sighing, she pushed her hair from her face as she straightened up. Her foot still hurt, but she knew it would heal soon. Slowly making her way over to a stool, she sat there. So many people were doing their own thing. Being a part of this club, she knew it was pointless for her to even argue about the broken things, and the damage people had caused. Yawning, she looked over at the other counter, and was thankful to whoever had made coffee. She quickly poured herself a cup, and watched everyone. Then someone else came in, and she raised an eyebrow when they announced that they were looking for the boss. "He is right over there, the lovely Russian over there fighting, the Russian with the auburn hair." she said simply as she sipped her coffee. The blonde looked at the woman in front of her, "In the meanwhile, would you care for something to drink?" she asked as she just sat there, looking at the woman.

Shaizard