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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:06 pm
What the ********?!" Howlite's breathy exclamation was a mixture of shock and confusion as his arms wrapped tightly around her middle, and he straightened, lifting her feet just barely off the hard-packed surface of the combat ring. She recovered quickly, and instead of a typically girly reaction of kicking her long legs, and wriggling about, which might just make him drop her while she was unprepared, she clasped her hands together in a bludgeon. Raising her arms and bringing them down, hard and fast, she delivered a hammer-strike onto his unprotected face, or more specifically, the delicate bones and cartilage of his nose.
He'd asked for it, really.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:17 pm
Pain, quite a lot of that really, fists crunching down on the nose, grinding goggles with a disturbing crunching sound. b***h broke his nose…
There was a moment when there was nothing but angry as he dropped her in a most undignified manner to be sure. Sudden and still close enough together that landing might be a trifle interesting. Stars that had nothing to do with the white blindness of her letter-bombs dancing for a moment behind eyes so pale that the blood seemed to have drained out of them leaving only something feral and normally tightly chained, a cold fury that burned hot and close and had appeared only once before in a building, mid construction in the poorer areas of town. He yanked the mask free of the rapidly purpling bridge to his nose that throbbed in a ‘friendly’ reminder of the damage she had done’ and started to take a step forward that looked more predatory than friendly and stopped himself, holding up a hand palm out between them as he wiped away the blood.
“Well… I think I can safely say I’d rather not have that happen again.” He said sounding more than a little thick and nasal but the tension edged out of his voice, or at least it had started to.
“Forgive me if I’m going to wait on congratulating you for that one.” He said lofting an eyebrow and wincing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:25 pm
Interesting.
Howlite recovered well enough from the awkward landing, almost immediately moving clear of Zinkenite's arm reach to regard him with serious, dark eyes. They flickered over his features, his stance, studying his reaction and carefully noting it away.
Zinkenite hated pain.
Some people did, it wasn't all that uncommon. He wasn't afraid of it, no, it drove him to anger, and to the edge of losing his carefully maintained control. Howlite had been beaten for years. She had been in too many fights to count, and had lost a fair share of them. She'd had the x-rays and scars to prove it. Pain, to her, was inevitable, and to Zinkenite, it was something to be avoided.
Her muscles relaxed somewhat from their 'ready' position as Zinkenite finally spoke, signifying the return of his intellect, and her smile was friendly, easy, despite her observant gaze.
"A draw, then, General-King." Her tone was neutral, respectful, as they both knew that he could destroy her, if he let himself. She would hurt him, but he would finish it. Later, she would show him how to take her down properly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:37 pm
“Hardly.” He said derisively. “With the proper tools at your disposal I’d have been a great deal worse off than just this. Tools, as often as not make a great deal of difference.” He said his voice quiet, just an odd hint of that simmering fury before it was snuffed out behind the calmer mask.
“If It were against a senshi Royal I’d perhaps call it a draw, but consider that I still consider myself to have an unfair advantage you fight with great skill, you observe and both work to your advantage.”
He tilted his head to one side, watching her face and her dark eyes. “We all have devil’s on ours backs.” He said and gave her a sudden if wincing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s what we do with them that makes the difference don’t you think? And what we see in others.”
A small shrug to brush away some of the weight in the air, calculated. “I’m going to find a proper tissue and some ice, you owe me an answer though Captain come with and talk to me about it or fine me again to answer, it’s your choice.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 6:04 pm
"Allow me, then," Her lopsided grin grew, as she fell into step beside the General-King, "to become a tool at your disposal." She summoned her previously discarded uniform jacket back onto her lanky frame, glancing at him from the corners of her shielded eyes.
"I would be honored to be your ambassador." She accepted her 'victory' with a sort of grace afforded only to those that sparred often enough to not put their pride on the line. Howlite knew that they'd fight again, and that Zinkenite would win, or she would win, and that 'winning' was not the point of such exercises.
Winning was for the battlefield. The point of sparring was to learn. They had both learned quite a bit about one another, and themselves, in the ring today, and so she marked it as a 'draw'.
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