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 Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 6:43 pm
"I bet they aren't as much fun to play with as you are!"
Ha! He had landed a hit. Take THAT Lyra! Of course before he could really even think of gloating (and his mouth had been open just about to say something!), her next hit connected with full force. The wind rushed right out of him with a gasp, and the captain himself went tumbling back down the alleyway.
His guitar? It clattered to the ground right at Lyra's feet.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 7:08 pm
"Oh, i bet they'd be a barrel of laughs when they see how pathetic you are." She wheezed out through clenched teeth after the punch connected. Her mist was starting to dissolve.. the burning type was gone... but they could both see a LITTLE better through the fog. Enough that they could now make out their silhouettes perfectly now.
"The hell happened to you." She just -glared- as the guitar stopped near her feet.... choosing to place a foot on it. "Your barely even fighting." He seemed to not..give a s**t.
Taking the guitar, she kicked it behind her... to further the distance between instrument and player. She had to admit, the idea of beating him over the head with his own guitar.........was tempting. Knowing her luck though, he wouyld get it back and beat HER with it. So disarming him was best... right?
Instead... she walked over and kicked him in the side. "You seemed to be full of more life before."
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 7:48 pm
When stepped on the guitar delivered a mild shock. Enough to <******** hurt, but not enough to say...knock her unconscious. Which really, it would have been the preferred outcome at this point in time.
He had been trying his best to throw this fight, and maybe get the hell out of there as soon as possible so he could leave Lyra mostly in one piece for Zink to continue her corruption. Had been. But with the new kick to his side (it brought a yipe when it connected), and the remarks about barely even fighting...
Well ********, Zink would understand that he had to defend himself, right?
"You're right...I was barely fighting..."
Scheelite launched himself from the ground, rushing right at Lyra's face with a flurry of punches. He wasn't holding back any longer, if he was going to go down he was going to go down fighting.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 4:53 pm
Though she didn't have time to think of this, no.. she had to now pay attention to the flurry of fists that were once again, aimed at her face. Some hit... causing pains that would clearly bruise. Others missed... or barely touched her. "Why... The hell do you always aim for my face!?" She managed to duck one, and send a knee up towards his gut.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:20 pm
"I think we discussed this last time Lyra dear!"
That arrogant smirk was winding it's way back onto his face. It, of course, disappeared momentarily with the hit to the gut. for the second time the wind rushed out of him, but adrenaline had him going strong and the second he got his wind back he was going right back at Lyra.
This time, aiming for her actual body. Faces were fun! Faces often left bruises that the whole world had to see. The body? Well it bruised up, but it was easily covered with sleeves and the like. For now, it'd have to do, because now it was about winning.
Just as long as he didn't touch a boob. Ugh. Thankfully Lyra wasn't gifted in that area.
"I just want to know what fire lit under -your- a** to have you come after me. What, still upset about the little house blowing up incident forever ago? Or all the -other- times I've kicked your a**?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:28 pm
"Oh like you RUNNING away from the big bad super senshi was without just cause too." She glared at the Captain and grunted from him punching her in the stomach. She resisted the urge to fall, instead choosing to leap backwards a few paces to put distance between them.
"Or are you too scared to remember that i saved your worthless a** in that same house blowing incident? Hmm?" She had to grit her teeth and fail to mention a certain mother being killed as well, but that would jeopardize her own identity. She couldnt risk it.
Ow, that punch hurt.
"But you know?" She glared. "That one hint of sympathy... wont happen again." She rushed at Schee, ignoring the pain in her gut. This time... her own flurry of punches. She was putting force behind it this time... She wanted this over, now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:42 pm
Well crap, she did have a point! As much as he hated to remember it, she did save him from that explosion. They had, of course, snarled at each other and departed right after. But still, she had saved him. He never could figure out why.
Though...well if she had been just about to die, he might have saved her too! ...If only so the rivalry could continue and -he- could be the one to kill her. Or...well now Zink was going to corrupt her, but whatever. The rivalry, while it had it's annoyances, was actually quite fun!
"I -told you- I had a date last time. What, don't you get any of those? And I don't -want- sympathy from you, I want you to fall."
The first few of the flurry he dodged, managing to return a bit of his own in the process. But inevitably some hit, and by some it was most, resulting in quite a few grunts and one sad little whimper as well.
He scrambled back a few paces, panting for air as he once more scanned the area. The blonde's eyes were wide and panicked, and for once that smart-a** grin he usually put on for Lyra was gone without a trace.
"You should just go bug Zink, I hear you -like- talking to him!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:03 pm
"LAST time.. was the date." She replied as they did a gory tango of punches. "What about this time... Schee?"
"Does your date not like you being late?" She too was hurting from the attacks.. but now she was being driven on to give answers. She WANTED to know why the Hell Schee and Zink took such interest in her.
Why haven't they both ganged up on her already? She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer, not yet.
"What if i do?" She rolled her eyes at that very idea.
Picking up the first thing she saw... a old TV... She flung it at him as hard as she could. "Jealous?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:17 pm
"Actually my date is a rather plan-oriented person, so nahh being late isn't a good idea. But sometimes things just happen, don't they? Though I -would- like to go on another date, but -you- just have to go and ruin my evening. And I was doing such a good job tonight too! Damnit!"
Schee wished Zink would take him on these little 'purifying' missions with Lyra. But really, such things were banned. ...Mostly because Schee would probably try and kill Lyra every five minutes. Like now!
"Jealous? Nope! You're not my type."
He had found his own projectile, namely the dented up lid of some trashcan that had long been lost. That had been hurled frisbee style at Lyra, which only distracted Scheelite from the thing coming right at him.
Negaverser Captain, meet old bulky TV.
It wasn't a good meeting, Scheelite letting out some noise between a shouted curse and a strangled scream of pain. Both blonde and TV flew back a bit before crumpling to the ground. One Negaverser. One TV in...several parts on top of him.
He was done. Even now he was still willing his body to move, but for the moment no amount of mental screaming at his muscles would force them to move. He had to get up! Had to kick the s**t out of Lyra and call it a night!
But this time, it was his turn to fall.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 5:33 pm
She hadn't seen the trash can lid until it was almost parallel with her. The TV had blocked it being thrown until she got rid of it, so the lid pretty much hit its target home. It her her smack in her chest, well... precisely where demy FEARED. Still, it knocked the wind out of her and sent her backwards. She luckily was able to..rather clumsily, cling to the wall and keep her rump off the cement.
"EFF." Was all she screamed ad she scraped her claws against the brick wall. She had not managed to see if her TV was a hit (hah, pun), and saw it... right on his chest.
She couldnt help it, she laughed again as she moved closer to him and SAT right on the tv. "Hello Schee, hows the weather down there?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:24 pm
"Get...OFF..."
He snarled, trying to give his best menacing tone. But it was hard being menacing when your commands ended in little whimpers.
"Get...the ********, now."
He squirmed, but what good did it do? He couldn't seem to free himself when it was just the TV on his chest, and now Lyra was there too? Sure she wasn't very big at all, but it was still added weight. ********! It made it incredibly difficult to get one's breath back when the air was being crushed right out of your lungs.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 11:15 am
"Why should i?" She smiled down, a smile that was full of malice and hate. She really hated this man... she should just finish it and kill him...but she had a feeling crushing him with the tv was just more... amusing. Like demy, her time in the solitude of Tartaros... and hell seeing dead pigs and tree's wanting to KILL you... and witches wanting to eat you, was enough to drive anyone mad.
She wasn't mad... just slightly twisted.
"No you know.. I think im going to leave you here." Lyra grinned and pressed a little harder down. "Maybe someone else will find you... Maybe not." She shrugged and hopped off of the TV.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 11:32 am
"Or maybe I'll just free myself."
The words were hissed a moment before the body of the captain simply disappeared, the TV dropping the rest of the way to the ground with a nice crunch.
He reappeared nearby, too weak to teleport himself very far away. But, making the best of it, he quickly flicked off his rival, gave a resounding "<******** you." and then leapt his way up the side of the building. It wasn't a very -graceful- exit, the way he faltered at the top of the wall before disappearing over it was clear evidence to just how much he was hurting. But he wasn't going to just -lay there- and whine to his senshi ******** that.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 11:48 am
...Oh yeah she forgot about that new skill. Well, ********. There goes HER idea.
Though she didnt really have a chance to turn around.. she too was weak, sore, and worse for the wear. She would never admit it... but she was glad that he fled then. She probably would have resorted to running away soon if not anyways.
Wrapping a arm around her chest she whined kinda pathetically. Moving down the road she went the opposite direction he darted to... she would fight another day.
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