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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:30 am
There was an underlying currant of irritation that thrummed just beneath Tuck's skin. Maybe it was lack of sleep, or maybe it was the fact that he'd inserted himself (heh) into a drama bomb that was just waiting to explode (heh). Tuck had never really been keen on drama, but once he'd started thinking with the wrong head, all hell had broken loose.
Very, very loose, and yet everything remained in an odd state of waiting for the bomb to drop.
As it was, Tuck was spending more and more time at the training fields, beating the poor training dummies into oblivion.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:02 am
As a petite blonde woman with a hair trigger temper, a big attitude, and a need for brutal honesty Peyton spent a decent amount of time having to defend herself in none verbal ways. Now that she was a hunter, the inclination to better herself in the ways of fisticuffs was even more important.
As such, the young lady had wondered down to the training fields every day since she'd awoken, because as Rep had informed her, a weak Sun was a dead Sun. Dying was not on Pey's agenda, so training was.
She paused near the edge of the field as she noticed someone else already there, and her head tilted at the way they seemed to be hammering the ever loving snot out of the dummies. After a silent minute or so of watching, she finally called out to them. "I think it's dead now!" Sarcastic little shithead.
Warrick gave an appreciative snicker in her mind.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:20 am
Tuck paused long enough to glance at Peyton, and upon seeing who it was the Moon grinned. It wasn't a cheeky grin, or a flirty grin, or even an amused grin. It was more of a grimace, and the gesture failed to reach his hazel eyes.
He might have mumbled something to himself about <******** Suns and their sassy ******** mouths, but it was probably hard to tell from where she was standing.
Probably.
Unraveling his scarf from his neck, Tuck shrugged out of his jacket before hanging both on a nearby dummy. The jacket felt restrictive, and he was damp with sweat. He looked like a big bristly bear, every nuance of his posture giving off clear signals that he was not in the best of ******** Mist women.
"You come down here to lollygag, or you actually aimin' to accomplish somethin' here?"
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:40 am
Tuck's grimace was returned, the Sun trainee offering a quick baring of teeth that served as a grin, but really didn't fit the bill. It had been obvious before she'd said anything that something was bothering him, now it was glaringly so. It made her curious, and with Peyton that was never really a good thing. She was too blunt, too tactless.
As he shrugged out of his jacket and scarf the petite girl gave an arch of blonde blows, then grinned in earnest at the challenge. That was more like it. It helped to elevate the rather mixed opinion of him she'd formed after their two very limited encounters during her first two days.
Following suit, she shrugged her coat off her own shoulders and moved to drape it, and her own scarf, on a dummy as well. Then, with a gleeful laugh rolling through her head, she summoned Warrick, flexing her fingers around the brass knuckles. "I came to fight."
She'd been expected to face inanimate objects, this was much better.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:44 am
Tuck rolled his shoulders back and brandished Herryk smoothly, the weapon already a simple extension of himself. Though he was still a trainee, Tuck and Herryk had a strong bond - and they were both feeling restless and irritable.
Tightening his big hands around the hilt of his axe, Tuck watched Peyton slip out of her jacket and scarf just has he had moments before.
"Come on, then."
Part of him felt the need to be beat down - it didn't matter who was doing it.
"Ain't got all day."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:52 am
"Wow, someone's impatient." She scoffed, rolling her shoulders. "Got another piece of a** waiting for you?" It was a guess, based on how flirty he'd been in the pod room, and what she'd seen in the cafeteria.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:54 am
She didn't wait for a reply, but instead darted forward in an attempt to catch him before his guard was up. One small fist launching up from where it had been tucked close to her body, aiming for his stomach.
She didn't know what had happened between Tuck and Nevada. Didn't know that they were in the middle of some sordid love triangle, and honestly, didn't care.
Granted, had she known, she'd have certainly been running her mouth more.
HP: 40
Dmg: 4
CHG: 1/3 | 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:00 am
She packed a punch for something so small, and Tuck didn't have enough space between them to shove her away. Instead, the breath was knocked completely out of him thanks to the blow to his gut, and it took a moment for him to completely regain his breath.
"You ********' Suns and your <********' mouths," he wheezed, baring his teeth at the smaller woman.
He staggered forward a bit and tried to lash out with Herryk, but Peyton was too close and he simply didn't have the room to land a blow.
HP 36/40
DMG: NO TY
CHG: 0/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:06 am
Peyton had the advantage at the moment. Not only small, but close range, and Tuck's ax just couldn't get close enough to hit her, least not while she was so close. When tried to get her away from him she moved to the side, dainty fist slamming into his side for kidney shot.
"If you don't like me running my mouth, how about you ******** do something about it?" She didn't have anything against him, really she didn't, but he was in such a sour mood that it was really hard not to feed from it.
<More Peyton. I want more. We both do, you know it.>
HP: 40
Dmg: 8
CHG: 2/3 | 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:16 am
His mind wasn't in it. Tuck wasn't focused, wasn't fighting with a cool head. All of his frustrations bubbled to the surface, and it made it difficult to judge the proper time to strike, the best way to handle the threat at hand.
Then again, he was thankful. Deep down he was thankful for this, for Peyton beating his a**. He'd gotten too arrogant. Humility was important, and Tuck needed to be reminded of that.
...plus she was ******** tiny, and fast.
He didn't say anything, merely blindly swung Herryk without hitting a damn thing.
HP 28/40
DMG: now why would he do that
CHG: 0/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:29 am
"Are you even ******** trying?" The words came out harsh as the girl ducked another seemingly wild swing of that ax. He hadn't hit her, not once, not even a graze, yet he'd been the one that challenged her. "There's no way you're just this bad."
Her hand came back, and it was inpatients and frustration that fueled her as she punched him squarely in the face.
Warrick sucked at the other hunter's shield, and Peyton could feel his excitement as that last hit pushed her partner over the edge and the now familiar rush of power washed through the both of them. "******** fight me!" He was actually starting to piss her off with all this half hearted bullshit. Did he want to loose? She didn't ******** get it.
HP: 40
Dmg: 4
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:35 am
And with that, Tuck brought Herryk up over his head and slammed the edge of his axe down right where Peyton's shoulder met her neck.
HP 24/40
DMG: 7
CHG: 1/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:44 am
<Peyton!>
The Ax move, blade flashing in the sun, then buried into the join between neck and shoulder on the girl, and she screamed. Not so much from the pain she actually felt, but from what she expected to feel. Rep hadn't used a weapon on her, she had no experience with dealing with bladed things, not here, and not back home.
<You're alright! Focus, keep fighting!> Barely partners for more then 48 hours, yet is voice and reassurances were enough to slap away the sudden panic that threatened to take over, and let her actually focus on what was going on. She could feel the blade, but beyond that, she could feel her shield, and when the blade was removed there was no cut skin, no blood.
Lavender eyes snapped to attention, narrowing up at Tuck's face, and she smiled. A feral twist of lips. "That's more like it."
In her head Warrick was done being comforting. He wanted her to use him, to release the power they'd gathered, but Peyton knew better. That power was a double edged sword, and she didn't need that extra strength to kick Tuck's a**.
She fired another punch at his jaw, fist twisting as she hit, throwing her whole tiny body into it.
HP: 33
Dmg: 4
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:50 am
Herryk took that initial bite of Fear and suddenly the draugr was craving for another in ways he'd never hungered before. Tuck was feeling reckless enough to oblige.
The big axe swung towards Peyton's hip, and Tuck felt the satisfying tingle of Herryk feasting on the woman's Fear shield.
HP 20/40
DMG: 4
CHG: 2/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:58 am
She'd moved back, ever so slightly, after her last punch. A bid to regain a little lost balance, and that was enough room for Tuck to take advantage.
The ax buried in her hip, and tiny as she was, it was enough to send the girl rolling in the dirt before she got her hands beneath her and pushed herself back to her feet. "Oh, no we're serious?" She spit at the ground, ridding her mouth of the dust that she'd sucked in when she hit the ground.
<Use me, Peyton.>
Not yet.
She rushed at him, striking for his shoulder.
HP: 29
Dmg: -
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
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