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 Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 10:33 am
Melvin had free time, and had been filing artifact information so much lately that if felt that even his love of science was about to be sapped dry. Already his mind felt ready to ooze out of one ear that even coffee couldn't save it, but he still had a desire to be productive.
Hoping the sparring grounds would be relatively quiet, he sent a text to Rep.
Baneful Text to: RepStill up for that fist fighting that I talked to you about? I have time off.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 10:48 am
When Rep got the text he was up to his elbows in a sink scrubbing out a minipets tank. Someone had asked for it to be done, so he did it, he wasn't even on the rota for duties but got bored regardless. Only when he drained the sink out and put the rubber gloves away did he pick up his phone and raised a brow.
Sparring with Melvin of all people. That would be...interesting.
Rather than send a return text, he headed straight to the training fields, swaggering out like he owned the place.
"Yo. Melvin volunteering to get punched?, I never thought I'd see the day."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 10:53 am
Melvin was sitting on a bench and looked up when, some time later, Rep finally showed up. "Everytime I spar, it's volunteering to be beaten to a pulp. It's nothing new." He rose up and took off his jacket and set his pen down. "I'm surprised you didn't run here. What kept you?"
Melvin took off his goggles, folded them, and set them on his jacket. Bright, blue eyes looked back at the red-head.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 11:06 am
"I was cleaning out that big corrividus cage thing's like, bottom tray and it was ******** manky. I wisnae going to like touch my phone with the gloves on." he shrugged. He really ******** hated cleaning. "I bent the last one by accident so I had to take it slow too.." It had taken a lot of time to flatten it out again.
"Work s**t." he shrugged, shrugging off his own jacket and imitating Melvin by taking the glasses off and setting them aside too. He glanced down irritably at the shirt he was wearing before that too got set aside. "******** clothes. Most indoor division on the island and they have a ******** dress code."
He flexed his shoulders and put up his fists experimentally.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 11:16 am
"I hardly see wearing a shirt as a dress code. If anything, it's just one layer of fabric before acid or some untested chemical burns your skin or turns it spotted." He decided that, if they were going to fight, his sweater would have to come off.
Sighing, he pulled it off and set it side, leaving just his button-up shirt. He pressed it with his hands to get ride of any creases before looking up. "I hope you washed your hands from messing with that tray." Maybe cleaning tanks would teach Rep to be a tad more delicate.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 11:26 am
"It's a ******** dress code to me. I'm as dressed as I want to be in just my skin and a good pair of denims right. I hate shirts. They never ******** fit right either. I always end up feeling like I could just ******** tear them with enough flexing." He couldn't, but it didn't take away the restricted feeling.
"Awright. Hit me."
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 11:28 am
This is the dumbest fight. Saliva grumbled, feeling neglected.
Melvin rose his hands up into fists, clearly looking uncertain and feeling just as awkward with what he could only hope was a fighting stance. He felt more comical than tough.
"You make yourself sound like The Hulk. See about getting some shirts in a tailored size if anything or baggier clothes like your jacket." Rep's jacket had been looking a bit too big for him. It was as if they had ran out of Life Jackets in his size.
Bracing himself, he took a breath and threw a punch. He aimed for Rep's jaw, and then winced when it impacted more because directly hitting a Fear shield with your fist was not great. Also, it meant it was Rep's turn.
Melvin shoook his hand.
Damage: 6
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 11:45 am
"That jacket doesn't fit." he said, it would never fit. "It belonged to someone else."
The second Melvin's strike connected with Rep's fear shield, Tracey stirred in his mind, that same sharp attentiveness that had beset him when he fought with Eris. It made him want to summon the axe, to defeat the purpose of a fist fight at all.
weak William.> He could practically hear the disgust in the fallen angel's voice, still devoid of that saccharine softness that had gone missing in the Sahara.
"No ******** bad!" he said, genuinely impressed. "I actually felt that one."
HP: 44/50
DMG: Nope
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 11:57 am
"Yeah, no kidding. I actually felt that one too." He shook his hand again. "Geez. Fear walls are like brick walls." Sure, it felt like flesh and jaw, but it still felt like steel underneath. It was the fact that Rep was protected by his shield that even let Melvin attempt this. He was sure he wouldn't really hurt him, not that if they were normal human the same thing wouldn't apply.
He curled his hand into a fist again. He tried again, but missed and just nicked Rep's chin.
HP: 50/50
Damage: 1
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:00 pm
The follow up wasn't as impressive as the first hit, and Rep smirked. "See, don't always go for the jaw. Some guys have ******** steel jaws." He personally had a rather flimsy jaw and had broken it one too many times, but with a fear shield he was fine. It didn't dent the validity of his point though.
"What you want to do in a fist fight man. You want to go for the unguarded spots. And if they aren't unguarded. Make them that way." And to make a point, he swung an exaggerated swing right at Melvin's face, relying on any kind of flinch response to stop mid swing and bring his other fist in hard in a strike at his chest, right below his ribs.
HP: 43/50
DMG: 13
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:12 pm
The flinch response was exactly what Melvin relied on, and he threw a arm up when he saw the swing and had the split second of feeling a bit proud that he managed to block a hit. Then the actual lesson hit him square in the ribs and he felt his body sing sending him curling over and holding his side with a gritted '********'.
He had to take a moment after that.
HP: 37
Damage: Needing a breather
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:16 pm
Sadly it was time for another painful lesson.
"And NEVER leave yourself open after a hit." he said, swinging out again. "Doesn't matter how much it hurts, go after them right away. If you go down and then panic at the pain, you will never get back up again!"
HP: 43/50
DMG: 3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:19 pm
He felt that Rep would pause to let him recover and then continue with the lesson. It seemed not pausing was part of it, and he felt another hit to his side. As much as Rep was saying he had to react, a long habit that started ever since he was young was taking hold to just take the damage and wait it out.
He guarded his body as best he could, holding up his hand, switching to defensive when he had been here to learn offensive.
HP: 34
Damage: Okay so much for a breather - still nope on the damage
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:23 pm
Rep didn't do gentle lessons, the way he saw it life had a fatally steep learning curve and if you didn't face it head on it would murder you and never even look back.
"Don't defend!" he barked. There was a time and place for defending, and facing up against someone like him wasn't the time for it. "I know I'm winning, you defend you just remind me that I am and make this go so much ******** quicker. You have to at least pretend you know what you are doing and the other guy'll believe it too."
Another fairly brutal swing and he added. "And that is the best advice anyone can give you."
HP: 43/50
DMG: 6
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:28 pm
"I got it. I GOT it!" He huffed back, not wanting to be shouted at. He was hit once again to the point he felt lights of heat bursting inside of his body. Mimicking as best he could the same tactic, he threw a punch not as Rep's jaw, but at his center. More lower stomach than ribs.
HP: 28
Damage: 4
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