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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 11:46 pm
She let out a sigh of satisfaction as her increasingly numb hand made contact with the b***h's face. She also soon let out a shriek of surprise as the crazy b***h decided to go ******** apeshit all over her a**.
The paralysis was steadily rising all over her body, and she did her best to deflect what punches and kicks she still could. Her mirror had long since fallen down onto the grass, her gloved hands hitting and missing, but nothing in comparison to the fury of the pissed off senshi from Hot Topic.
Soon enough, however, she found herself crashing to the ground, unable to stand up by herself. After that, her arms soon followed suit, leaving her to the mercy of Sailor Nemesis.
"You ******** whore, jesus christ you fight like a coward!"
She could only talk now, and soon enough, her lips started to tingle with numbness.
Goddamn those senshi bitches. God damn them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:07 am
He was going to regret this, sincerely and truly. His sides were threatening to murder him as he sprinted dead on, catching glimpses of orange and black and--
--her. Nemesis. The b***h who'd only been able to paralyze him and run away, and from the looks of things, she'd gotten to Nealite, as well. Obsidian barely even bothered to glance at the other lieutenant, his lips curling back into a sneer while his pain suddenly melted as the weight of the situation fell hard on his shoulders. This was ******** it. He was taking his revenge, a small portion of it, right here, and his wooden sword materialized in his hand even as he charged at the girl in a dead on sprint.
If he tried to talk, he was pretty sure he was gonna throw up, putting all his strength into one, brutal swung while the chipped edge of the sword screamed toward the unlucky girl's temple. Good night, fair lady. Came the grimly amused thought.
Grendel screeched to a halt in front of the fallen lieutenant in disguise, panting even as he quickly assessed the situation. She was fine, but not for long--the authorities would be here any second, and they could not get caught like this. "Hold tight." He muttered to her before snapping his attention on Obsidian, surprisingly authoritative for being normally so laid back. "Hurry up! We don't have much time, and you aren't going to last much longer in your condition!" Had he taken care of the senshi?
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:19 am
This felt good, exhilarating even. She was going to be the hero of the day, and be able to take out all of her frustrations on the defenseless body of some stupid Sailor Scout. "I'm not the one lying on her back!" she replied with a laugh, lifting a leg to aim a kick at Sailor Nea's stomach. Yeah, so she wasn't exactly playing the game nobly, but one could only expect so much out of Sailor Nemesis. At this point, she was just going to do whatever it took to win this game... and get a great deal of satisfaction out of it.
She smiled a slightly bloody smile, blue eyes glinting with pleasure as her leg once again lifted up in preparation of another kick. She'd hope this would do internal damages... coughing up blood and all those pretty things. But, it seemed like her hindsight was going to catch up to her once again. She just didn't pay very much attention to anything else when she was in 'the zone' (the winning zone, at least). "I hope you die, b***h," she sneered, oblivious to the fact that reinforcements had just arrived.
Nemesis saw him too late, the b*****d she had beaten before, the b*****d who tried to kill her friend. Her eyes lightened with the recognition, lips parting to fling a vehement curse at him. The words weren't given a true chance to be spoken as the hard edge of his wooden sword slammed into her skull. She was out like a light, body crumpling helplessly down onto the pavement, efficiently put out of commission by that one blow.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:47 am
It hurt. Ughh. It hurt so ******** bad.
Her cuts had just finished their healing, and now this ******** insane b***h from hell was attempting to crush her insides. Great, just great. Nealite could just imagine the conversation Grendel was going to have with Charonite after this one. Oh, where's Neal? I TOLD HER NOT TO ******** DIE and what does she go and do, she went and FAILED ME AGAIN.
Just as Nealite figured she'd hit rock bottom both mentally and physically, a redheaded knight in wooden weaponry came out of nowhere and gave Gothy the knockout of a lifetime. Was that... was that Obby?
The sirens were almost to the school; there wasn't much time.
And yet, she still couldn't move!
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 1:04 am
The satisfaction of seeing that b***h crumple was elating, and he couldn't stop the grin that slid across his face even as he lifted a boot to wipe whatever mud had collected on the bottom over her face. Now was the prime chance to grab her seed, bring it to Charonite--and Obsidian suddenly realized they had no time, cop cars skidding just behind the school buses. He could grab the seed and get out... or, he could grab Nealite.
He was silent for several seconds, staring blandly before he aimed a swift kick into the girl's ribs. "I'll be back for you later, sweetheart. You and me are gonna do a real dance before I take you out." He hissed before limping over to the fallen Nealite, stared for a moment at what the <********> she was wearing, then scooped her up into his arms with a wince.
He saw the cat dart off out of the corner of his eye--probably would meet up with them later.
It almost killed him to take off as fast as he did, leaping from roof to roof to try and get them as far away as possible from the scene before his legs gave out from under him, and he landed hard on his knees. Trembling, he tried to lower Nealite down as gingerly as he could, a hand pressed to his chest while he wheezed. His lips were flecked crimson, felt like he'd swallowed knives, but, turning a bleary eye to the streets below, it seemed like they were safe for now. <********... that..." The lieutenant managed to get out, arms wrapping around his sides as though to help alleviate the pain that was threatening to make him pass out.
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