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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:11 am
He should have kept his hands on her arms.
Now they were close, like sick lovers, him straddling her chest as she wriggled her shoulders, buying time as he tried to pin her down - to stab her fingers into the groin, where the hips met the thighs. This duel jab to each pressure point killed the nerves in his legs - whilst he still had his weight to pin her down, it would take the next move to get him off her.
As his head came down next to hers, she suddenly lifted her head - to sink her teeth into his neck! Although she had no animal canines, she had a set of teeth, and a strong jaw, as well as a sudden influx of frantic energy usually associated to when men tried to force themselves on top of women. Now he couldn't bite her without tearing off a chunk of skin.
As she bit him, chomping down hard to that long mucsle that leads from the edge of the neck to under the chin, her hands reached up to dig the thumbs into his sides, pressing painfully into the kidneys. She wriggled her thumbs, making sure maximum pain was applied, before she began to rock her entire body to and fro, in an effort to roll the animalistic man off her.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:55 pm
Lazenca wasn't to the arm motion when she even began to attack between his legs. He'd expected a knee, not her hands... interesting.
Evee's attacking his groin with pinpoint precision wasn't going to matter since yes... he had his weight on her, the upper body being what she needed to move. What it did was annoy him further, is what it did.
And then he was bit. So he forgot all about searching for arms. In fact, the action with the shoulders wouldn't happen since the plan just went from "restrain and threaten" to "get her the hell off the neck." So his hands went to his sides.. and lower, to hers. The fingers straightened to points and he jabbed them into her sides as fast and hard as possible.
Going through in dramatic fashion.. unlikely. Much more likely that he was going to get the fingertips in. So commence the wriggling, hands vibrating and pushing further inward, digging in and causing pain. It was the point of all this of course, to cause pain and get her to scream or something so she'd open her mouth. When she stopped biting him, he stopped knifing her with his hands. If she had a mind to clench her jaw, then he'd probably shift and actually try to run her through.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 9:37 pm
But there was method to her madness.
Now she had his neck, she wasn't going to let go until she ripped a chunk off him. His weight was pulled forward now he was going for her sides as well, giving her plenty of room to bite down. Any second now she'd work her way deeper into the muscle and eventually hit one of those big arteries hidden within.
And there was another reason she had killed the legs. Now he couldn't move them...he couldn't run - as she slipped her hand down between them and grasped his balls.
She squeezed, yanked, pulled and twisted. When he let go of her sides, she'd let go of his balls, releiveing him of what would be sheer agonising pain, and giving her enough room to shove him off her, the hand at his side pushing him up and away as she tore her teeth from his neck, hopefully spitting out a piece of flesh in the meantime.
Pain for pain. But she had two up on him. And hers were more dangerous.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 10:29 pm
Well... he was flush against her, so she wasn't going to be getting between them to scrach her belly button, much less grab at his bawlz. There was no pulled forward, no going back... he was already in position. Readjusting due to his repositioning never happened because there was no need to resposition. So... finding the good artery probably wasn't about to happen.
About the most he did position-wise was lean his head away. He knew how the whole biting thing went, and if she wanted to do more to him than foreplay, she would have to readjust her teeth constantly, deepening to get the best position or something. If she failed to position properly between the pain of having hands wriggling into her gut and his leaning the head away from her (thus making her have to lean her head with him), he'd slacken in her mouth and she'd be back to looking for any position at all, since he'd immediatly get up and make her pay for... biting him.
But all that aside, and since she didn't release his neck, his hands moved faster and with a cupping motion. Yes, he was going to send his hand into her gut and start pulling on something.
Now is when we scream and let the hell go.
PS. If she amazed him and still found her perfect positioning, he'd gut her anyway. HEART would probably work overtime to keep him from bleeding to death, but if Lazenca started tearing out her intestines, what was to save her?
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:57 am
She wasn't going to give up without a fight.
Shaking her head like an animal, trying to fight the pain as the animal-man's clawed hands delved deeper into her torso, she finally managed to tear something off as he leaned back - a chunk of skin and meat. Biting wasn't just measured by the sharpness of teeth - the worst bites in the world were ones where the animal - be it dog, cat, shark, bear - were shaking the victem, tearing at the flesh, ripping meat from bone.
Although Evee didn't tear Lazenca's throat out, or even pierce a jugular, the chunk of meat and skin she spat out was a sizeable one.
She was moaning now, her hands beating against his head, clawing at his eyes, just trying to get him off her. Her attacks grew weaker by the minute, her fortitude waning.
If he finally released her now, her hands would fall back, her body limp in defeat.
"...Nightmare...its a nightmare..." She whispered hoarsely.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:28 am
For the record, Lazenca annoyed at being here in the first place. He would ALWAYS be annoyed at being here, since he pretty much knew the rules. How he knew them, he didn't know. Maybe it came as a whisper on the wind, ghostly voices explaining that blood would shed and someone would be defeated before they were released. (Just so happened that "defeated" usually meant "killed" for him, here.) Maybe he was wandering, looking for the reason he was here, and saw a pamphlet along the way. Maybe there was a video he saw sometime he didn't remember that explained it with a cute chibi anime avatar floating around the screen. All that mattered was that he was here. And he didn't like being here much.
Though, those frustrations were rarely taken out on the other person because like any other person, he didn't like to lose much, and frustration left him open to mistakes. So he fought. And she fought. If she had his teeth, she probably would have done a lot more damage. But as it was, he was able to get off Evee, drawing bloodied fingers from her body as the victor, not as one trying to take someone down with him in a last-ditch effort. A piece of neck chewed away and bleeding... it was only for the fact that he unconciously knew that this didn't matter and noted her lack of movement, that he didn't stand over her and maul her face for it.
Instead, he put his right hand to his neck to cover the wound. Don't let his lack of speech and screaming fool you, because it hurt, and he was growling something fierce. The HEART band lit up on his arm and after a few seconds, the blood flowing out of the wound would slow to almost nothing.
"...Yeah."
Sitting beside her, he looked out at the misty sky. A growl and groan accompanied with a reposition later, he laid his head back on her stomach, using her as a pillow.
"Call me when it's time to wake up."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 5:11 am
Evee's head stopped moving as Lazenca plopped his head into her lap. Her hand weakly came up to stroke his hair gently as her own blood pooled around them, surrounding them slowly.
"I'm sorry...for hurting you...little doggy..." She whispered softly before disappearing...
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 9:59 pm
A portal opened in the sky and out of it dropped a screaming Sutiiven (the real one, not like the last time... but thats another story.) He slammed into the ground with a loud FWUMP, causing dust to fly skywards.
"Owwwwwww..."
The fighter pushed himself to his feet and sighed. "Here again? Dammit, what destiny changing event is going to take place NOW?! Why can't a guy like me get a break from these interplanar travels or wherever the hell this place is."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:03 pm
Damrius stepped through his portal, roughly fifteen feet from Sutiveen. He looked at Sutiiven as he was speaking to himself, and brushed off some durt that was on his coat.
Well, this will be fun. Let's go.
Damrius drew his sword, pulled in a charge, and moved in towards Sutiiven, going to an upwards slash that crossed sideways
(1)
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:07 pm
[1] Sutiiven noticed a sound behind him, and spun around, parrying his attack with one of his weapons that he drew quickly. Using his momentum, he came around with his foot in a roundhouse to Dame's stomach. His senses were on high alert tonight, and he was extra wary due to the fact that he hadnt recognised that his attacker was Dame yet. He prepared himself for the fight of his life - even though knowing Dame it wouldnt be to big of a deal.
Or would it?
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:15 pm
Damrius used his free hand and grabbed Sutiiven's Ankle, and pulled in a charge. He twisted his body, and pulled sutiiven in. His right hand had the sword, his left was grabbing sutiiven's ankle.
As he pulled Sutii in, he used his right arm to thrust his elbow towards Sutii's ribcage, and the force of him pushing his arm in and pulling sutii towards him would break at least two or three.
Easy to avoid, if expected.
(2)
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:20 pm
[2] Stupid move vs. Sutiiven #1: Grabbing his leg mid-kick. With his quick reflexes he twisted his body in a powerful wrench, coming around with his other leg aiming straight at Dame's face. He even used the momentum to push his opponents sword down, possibly disarming him if he wasnt holding on tightly.
Sutii was an agile b*****d, to be sure. Hell, he prided himself on it. Still, it wasn't out of the question for another counter - only time would tell.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:29 pm
Damrius wasn't expecting that. The kick hit his face, and there was a cracking sound as his sunglasses broke.
He turned his head slightly, to catch Sutiiven with his eyes, and pulled in another charge. His sword was still in his hand, but that was useless right now.
He gripped sutii's ankle tighter. But, this time, he let loose with his energy, sending a torrent of lightning through his body.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:34 pm
[3] Sutii didn't expect that Dame would still be holding on after a face kick, and his ankle hurt slightly as it was now twisted out of whack. He grimmaced and came back around, only this time instead of a kick to the face, he launched his foot off the ground and came in at his solar plexus in what could possibly considered as an improvised side thrust kick. He only hoped that he could stop the charge from entering his body. If not electricity would course through him and cause him to light up like a christmas tree.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:40 pm
Damrius held the energy back, but let go of sutii, and pushed himself back away. He pulled in another charge, and reached into his coat. As he pulled his hand out, he slid on another pair of sunglasses.
He held up his sword, and got ready for another battle charge, but would let Sutii recover.
He spat out blood, and felt more entering his mouth. Damn face kicks.
(4)
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