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 Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 9:35 pm
Lyceum stumbled forward at the feel of claws slashing her uniform and skin. She cried out as pain rode up her back with the claws on the hawk. In that moment she didn't know rather to be terrified or to be angry. Anger was weighing a bit more heavily that fear. One that attack had really hurt, and two she hadn't actually done anything to the guy apart from some light teasing.
She turned on her heal, her expression pained and murderous at the same time, though more pained than murderous. She frowned deeply and started stalking right toward Al Janah quickly without actually running. Her heels fell heavily on the paved alleyway, he fist balled. It was quite clear where this was going.
She fully intended to punch Al Janah right in the face and demand to know what the hell was wrong with him!
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:08 pm
She was running, and he was standing; all things considered, it wasn't the best method of attack. As she came toward him, he had plenty of time to watch, to consider, his eyes narrowed. And, when she actually, finally, got within striking range, he could take two quick steps back out of her way, his own heels clicking against the pavement.
He didn't swing at her hard. His intent was clear: to catch her in the middle of the back and knock her off-balance, and keep her more or less out of reach. Or, rather, to keep himself out of her reach.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 4:28 pm
She hadn't hit him and he knocked her to the ground, but once she was down she spotted a trash can lid and did the only plausible thing. She threw it at him, an old bicycle tire, and a doll followed in quick succession as she attempted to right her herself, her ire still rising. Her back really hurt and she was dirty now to boot.
She really wanted to rip Al-Janah from apart on limb at a time, but that was more the anger talking than anything. "Started this stupid fight," she mumbles, "than dances away like a fairy playing a silly game."
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 11:47 am
"That's how you w --" The rest of his cocky taunt was lost as the trash can lid hit him across the cheek, knocking him sideways and off-balance. It would leave them both on the ground, struggling to right themselves, dirty and frustrated, and Al-Janah with a blossoming bruise, dark against dark skin.
At least he went down fast enough for the tire to miss, sailing over his head, and the doll dinking pointlessly off one shoulder as he fought his way up to his feet.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 6:33 pm
Lyceum was quite happy her little trash tossing worked to help get her to her feet. Finally up, she looks to the other she frowns, "you've really managed to piss me off. That bird attack had better not leave a mark."
She jumped at him and threw her fist back before throwing it out at him, aiming for his stomach hoping to get a good punch in so she could get out of there. She didn't want to chance him following her. Really, even though she was very angry, she wasn't in the mood and she wanted to have a look at her back.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 10:44 pm
There was a bruise blossoming across his cheek, mostly-obscured by the deep color of his skin, but brightened by his own flash of anger. Gold eyes were bright as she swung, pulling her own fist back in a blatant way before swinging out, giving him time to wiggle out of the way and grab for her wrist to draw her in closer.
"It's a ******** bird with ******** sharp as s**t talons. Of course it left a mark. You want to meet him again?" He twisted and stomped a foot out, aiming his heel for her toe.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 8:53 am
Phina frowned when he hit did not connect, but really didnt care and made to keep going past him, but he grabbed her wrist and went to stomp on her toe which connected with her thick winter shoes saving her only a minor amount of pain.
She cried out, something between yelp and a growl, and glared at Al Janah attempting to snatch away. "Let go of my this instant, little boy. You and your little bird can go jump of a cliff for all I care. Just leave me out of it."
She kicked a foot out at him hard, not really caring where it landed. Her back hurt, her thigh where it connect with the ground, her foot, and a wrist a bit at the moment. As it was she wouldn't be going to work tomorrow and would likely avoid her boyfriend for a bit. Clearly she was losing and she wasn't stupid, she needed to find a way out her current situation.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 10:33 am
At least she could take some consolation in the fact that his face, in turn, was swelling, a purple bruise dark where the trash can had hit him. Of course, under that bruise was a bright flash of a smile that was enjoying this perhaps a bit too much, perhaps a bit more than was healthy, perhaps a bit more than he would have a year ago --
"You brought yourself into it, honey." He wanted to stoically take the kick as she lashed out, to just stand there, but at the last moment he let go of her wrist and stepped back to avoid the worst of the blow, shaking himself out and watching her with bright eyes. "If you don't like the price, don't power up. It's simple."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:11 pm
Lyceum had simply had enough, not only was she being physically bested by a teen or whatever, but she really didn't have time to play this ridiculous game all night. She had work in a morning, not that she would be going do to the punk in front of her, but it was the principle of the matter.
Her weapon, a simple olive branch found it way into her hand and she found herself swing it right at Al Janah's face. She fully intended to smack him good with it before she took off running in the opposite direction.
She made no attempt at a witty comeback, no she just wanted to get out of there.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:20 pm
Luck was on her side; she hit hard enough not to knock him down but to stagger him in his steps. She could get away, to the end of the alley, before he'd shake himself together enough [spitting blood, a bit] to focus on her retreating feet.
And, honestly, once she was out of his reach, chasing her down again seemed just like far too much work. Instead he probed his teeth, made sure they were all there, grumbled, and eased away to find something he could steal for dinner.
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