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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 12:36 am
What in the hell was this woman trying to do to him? She was right - he had promised her a fight. And he would have complied. EXCEPT SHE WAS SITTING ON VERY IMPORTANT PARTS AND-
"Listen, you," Robert growled out, reaching up to pick her up off of him and flip her around, dropping her hard on her back. "I'll fight you, if you stop playing dirty. Otherwise, I'm just gonna do other things instead."
And he sat on her, establishing exactly the kind of fighting he planned on doing if she didn't play fair this time around.
Robert is using trainee stats
HP: 22
Damage: 3
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 12:46 am
Oh now it was on. He'd made this into a wrestling match. And as subservient a hunter as she appeared to be, she did not ever do well with just rolling over. For anyone.
Robert picked her up as if she were nothing but a bale of hay, effectively flipping and pinning her onto her back easily. His weight settled on her much as hers had settled on him, with the exception that he hadn't bothered to try to sit on her. Instead, he'd just flipped her like they were, her legs still wrapped around his waist, their hips nudged snugly together, his body leaned low over hers to keep her pressed down, so that any little movement was distinctly felt by both parties. It was not enough to crush her, but enough that he was clearly making a statement, and she stared up at him with an indignant scowl as he reprimanded her. At this point, she'd completely dropped Cain, the mace resting untouched in the snow an arm's distance away, but she made no motion to grab for it. Instead, her hands found purchase in his jacket again, twisting and bucking and rolling beneath him to try to unseat him, panting and keening with the effort... which was really only making the problem worse.
"You started it!" she hissed in return, giving him a narrowed-eyed gaze that could have easily been interpreted as a smoldering look, "Man up -- take responsibility for what you did."
HP: 24
Damage: Zip
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 1:04 am
Petra was wrestling with him.
Petra was wrestling with him.
Petra was wrestling with him.
And she wanted him to take responsibility?! Robert groaned in frustration, letting her get the upper hand for just a minute before he flipped her over once more, and slammed his body against hers, pinning her to the ground more forcefully this time. "I AIN'T GONNA FIGHT YOU WHEN YOU GOT ME ALL RILED UP!" He yelled, and made the most pitiful of groans, before just bending down and biting her right on the neck.
Hard.
That'll teach her.
Robert is using trainee stats
HP: 22
Damage: 4
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 1:20 am
For a second, she thought she might have been able to turn the tables, but no sooner had the thought crossed her mind did he squash that hope. With little to no effort on his part, Robert pinned her to the ground again, his palm settling heavily on her shoulder to shove her back down before his weight was pressing down on top of her again, more roughly than before. She should have expected it, all things considered, but in the heat of passion the fight, she was far from thinking clearly at this point. Petra's eyes snapped open to stare at him as he yelled back at her, that groan only stoking the metaphorical fire.
"I riled YOU up?! Who used their weapon to--"
An that was as far as she got. Or as far as she got before it dissolved into a certain profane four-letter word, which actually worked remarkably well in that unfinished sentence, if you thought about it a certain way. Letting out a tense, restrained little groan of her own, she held her breath for a few seconds before releasing it, the skin where he'd bitten her feeling hot.
Well fine. If that's how he wanted to play.
Giving him her most defiant look, she reached between his legs and gave him a nice, firm squeeze.
HP: 20
Damage: 8
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 1:50 am
When he pulled away, his teeth were bared in a victorious grin. Surely she'd learned her lesson not to mess with him in this most devious of- "OH GOD NO PETRA NOT THE NUTS."
He would have actually enjoyed the dirty games Petra played, if she hadn't just done them for EIGHT DAMAGE DAMN WOMAN WTF IRON GRIP. He keeled over, whimpering like a child, his body curling up to hold his crushed valuables in his hands.
"Just. Please." Robert's voice was an entire octave higher than normal when he pleaded out with her, once the pain had ebbed away just enough to let him talk at all. "I'll finish the fight, just promise me you'll never fight with anyone else like this." And to make good on his promise, he bent his leg and kicked her right in the hip, trying to shove her away more than anything.
Robert is using trainee stats
HP: 14
Damage: 6
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 1:58 am
Ok, well that hadn't been quite the effect she'd been going for, all things considered, but the ends justified the means she supposed. Perhaps she'd been feeling a liiittle bit more competitive than she'd thought. It might have had something to do with the fact that he'd smirked at her as if he'd won -- she couldn't help but feel an intensely pleasurable sense of satisfaction as that smirk suddenly melted off his face as he realized where her fingers were headed, that little twist enough to do considerable amount of damage.
Hey, it wasn't as if they could have kids ANYWAY.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she half-panted, sounding a little satisfied. She'd make it up to him later -- he knew it, she knew it, everyone in Deus Ex knew it (and heard it at least once nightly and usually a few times a day.) The boot to her hip sent her sprawling, her arms snapping up to cover her face as she skidded a little in the snow, and she reached with one arm to grab Cain, struggling to suppress the urge to jump him. Instead, the moon trainee rolled her shoulders a bit, trying to will the tension from them before she lunged forward, swinging hard with her mace.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I only play this way with you."
HP: 14
Damage: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:20 am
Robert saw the mace coming, and he barely had time to turn halfway before it came crashing down on his back, making him arch at the impact. "AAAAAAAH ******** MY LIFE," He cried out, his hands slamming into the snow as he pushed himself up to his feet. Fight or not, this was still a game to him, deep down, and he left Jezebel on the floor where she had been abandoned, and instead came at Petra with his bare hands. He feinted left, then right, then turned and - found absolutely nothing in front of him.
Wait, he'd miscalculated there somehow..
Robert is using trainee stats
HP: 9
Damage: 0
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:29 am
For a second, she was actually worried. Watching as he spun around to face her again, her eyes widened a little as he came at her bare-handed, flicking uncertainly to the blade that still lay abandoned on the snow. He must have had something pretty good up his sleeve to not even bother with his weapon. Tensing in anticipation, Petra gripped Cain tighter until her knuckles turned white, ready. She watched him feign left and right, shifting uneasily on her feet, ready to try to lunge out of the way...
... and then suddenly he had his back to her.
...really?
"What the ******** are you doing?" :/
Scoffing at him, she spun to slam her mace into his fear shield again before letting the spiked head drop to the snow again, shifting her weight to rest it primarily on one leg, the other angled out in a scolding manner.
HP: 14
Damage: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:44 am
Robert felt the weight of the mace slam into his back, and groaned as he fell to his knees, turning his head to glare at her.
"You were SUPPOSED to be right here." He told her, as he pointed at the snow in front of him. As if it was her fault that she wasn't where he'd thought she was. Clearly. "If you had been over here, I would have got ya. All right? So don't give me that look."
He wasn't going to admit his mistake, because he was a stubborn fool, and she was the one who fell in love with a stubborn fool. So really, everything is just her fault all around.
He got up off the ground, brushed the snow off his knees, and came up to poke her stomach, right where her belly button was. "So just.. you know. Next time, be where you're s'posed to be."
Robert is using trainee stats
HP: 4
Damage: 1
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:49 am
She waited until he'd gotten up and brushed the snow off himself before she moved, walking over to him calmly to stand in the spot he'd pointed at. Giving him a skeptical look, she raised an eyebrow questioningly, pointing a finger down to where she was standing in the snow.
"Here?"
Not waiting for him to reply, she hefted her mace up again, drawing it back over one shoulder as if it were a baseball bat before swinging it hard at him once again, feeling the FEAR shield disintegrate, rendering their battle definitely over. And not a moment too soon, either. Desummoning the weapon, she didn't bother reaching up to fasten the pendant back around her neck, instead slipping it into a pocket as she crossed the sparring circle, snow crunching beneath her feet. When she got to where he'd fallen, Petra once again crouched next to him, leaning in to gently kiss his mouth from where she sat on her haunches.
"How about a nice warm bath?" She offered, reaching down to brush his hair out of his eyes, "We'll lick each others wounds, and next time you won't hold back, mmk?"
HP: 13
Damage: 7
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 3:12 am
Robert went flying in the air, and smacked hard into the snow several feet away, sliding a foot before he finally stopped. His entire body suddenly ached with very real pain, and his eyes winced closed as his back flared up in agony.
He heard her steps coming towards him, and briefly wondered if she was thinking about finishing him off for being so brutish earlier. Instead, his eyes opened when he felt her kiss, and he sighed softly in relief.
"Yes please." Robert's sheepish voice murmured out, as he held his arms out for her. He almost looked like he wanted her to carry him. Good luck, Petra.
HP: -4
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 3:20 am
She gave him another scolding look before the expression melted away, leaving her merely staring fondly, if skeptically, down at the man who was reaching for her. Sighing a little as if it was such a hardship to care for him, Petra slid an arm behind his back, helping him sit up (he was doing most of the work -- she most certainly could NOT pick him up,) and finally stand, allowing him to lean on her. Which was probably just an excuse to get her to coddle him. Nevermind that it was working. She would certainly be giving kisses to every place on his body that hurt as soon as they were safely behind closed doors and in the shower.
Or not. You know, they might not make it to the showers.
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