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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:42 pm
"You talk too much.. maybe I'll rip out your tongue before I kill you..."
Apparently the words weren't making it through like they should be, her eyes were fevered but somehow dull.
She let out a primal -scream- and just started swinging.
A primal fury that seemed to feed on itself, cannibalizing each swing to feed the fury that fed into each successive punch and kick...it made it in some way's easier to deal with because there was little attempt for accuracy here, just an apparent deep seated need to keep making contact, to keep swinging no mater what part of the sailor she hit.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:50 pm
Bellatrix found a welcome opening as the punches became less and less accurate. She attempted a final shove before attempting a 'duck and run'. To hell with pride and apparent cowardice. This was a fight that Bellatrix knew she couldn't win, so in the great debate between fight and flight, she chose flight.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 5:22 pm
Moonstone took a final swing, and overbalanced when her target was no longer where she had swung for. She had put too much into the swing and it sent her toppling into the garbage cans that had been the final insult to a backwards retreat.
She screamed in mindless fury, clawing her way out of plastic and metal tangles to try and follow the fleeing senshi with her eyes at least, but by the time she was even half free Bellatrix was long gone.
Moonstone's frustration turned from red fury to a half choked sob as she righted herself and stumbled to the mouth of the alley feeling sick. She had a quota to fill... this didn't even begin to excuse her from her 'duties'.
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