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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:43 am
He clambered up obligingly, trying to fold himself into a position that left his fists free and his gut protected, and said, by way of explanation: "It feels like it's your face you want to look after. You know? But I guess you can swing that out of the way easier than your body? I guess? How do you react to a move you don't know is coming, anyway?" He was still a bit doubled over, a little wheezy--and then abruptly he wasn't, and was swinging another punch, hard. Cheater. Sawyer's finesse lay almost entirely in theatrics.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 8:36 pm
He had been reaching out to adjust Bornite's stance, half-listening to the words spilling from his mouth, when he swung. He registered the motion a second too late, and if he'd been paying more attention he would have reacted properly, with his foot sliding back and body jerking in an attempt to get out of the way. The hands that were reaching out quickly balled into fists and he tried, unsuccessfully, to bring his arms in to defend his face.
The punch grazed the side of his left arm, then slammed into his cheek. He recoiled backed with a grunt. The minor touch with his arm had reduced the strength behind the attack, but barely. The skin reddened angrily and he found himself adjusting his jaw. Blood trickled down his chin. "Clever," he stated, eyes narrowing. While he himself no longer played those types of tricks when dueling he knew it would be most effective on the senshi.
They were all weak-hearted.
"Your five minutes is up," he said slowly, starting forward. He played nice long enough. The slow stroll turned into a job and then a full on sprint. Labyrinthite was going to ram right into him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 8:42 pm
Maybe it's because he was gaping with horror at the blood--that wasn't a thing he'd ever done before, and it terrified him--but he didn't bother to get out of the way. He only had the presence of mind to throw up a knee to try and catch him in the gut, but whether or not it landed, Sawyer did. Hard. "I wasn't serious when I said like Fight Club!" he yelped. "I am not Jared Leto!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:19 pm
He took advantage of Sawyer's shock when their bodies collided. His arms wrapped around the thrown up knee and he pulled it into him, then upward hellbent on knocking him back on the ground. Sawyer was thrown into the ground, leg jerked in the air, and before he could react Labyrinthite was on top of him. He pushed down on the man's kneecap so his leg slammed into the ground. Soon after the pink feather-haired man was straddling the brunette with his fist pounding into him.
"You didn't tap out."
The words came out in a growl after he had stopped hitting. His knuckles felt raw and were dotted in blood. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, the caked blood from Sawyer's punch flaking off. He pulled himself up to stand and stepped back observing the mess he made. He should have stopped earlier but instinct had overtake him. He shouldn't have been so rough.
He sighed, slowly extending a hand to Sawyer. To show he was truly done he powered down, blue uniform trading for dark jeans and a button up shirt. "Sorry," he paused, hesitating. "I tend to not...hold back and then I get carried away." The words came out slowly, forced and discomfort was written all over his face. "I brought first aid stuff with me so I can patch you up."
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:54 pm
"I didn't know I was supposed to," he whispered finally, his voice a mix of horror and--perhaps this was a relief--something like awe. He reached up and gently, tentatively, touched his busted lip without looking away from the ceiling. And then he, too, powered down: all clashing clothes and mismatched shoes and carefully-curated layers, and a scarf that he brought up instinctively to wipe the blood off his face. He took Chase's hand in a state of bewilderment. "That was pretty uncool," he managed, his eyes huge and sad and puppylike. "I mean I guess I was fighting dirty but I thought that was the point."
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 11:18 pm
"I assumed," he began tugging on Sawyer's arm carefully to help him to his feet. "That when you mentioned fight club that you knew the rules of fight club." He hadn't tapped out or go limp or say stop so naturally Chase continued. The rules should have been clarified, but he had made an assumption and that was why he had made an minor a** of himself. "Again, I don't hold back because senshi won't," he tried to stress. He tugged a hand through his dual-colored hair. "I mean, some will but others won't. It's do or die."
He lost track of how many times he ended up in the hospital or engaged in a duel with a more ruthless gaggle of senshi.
War was not easy nor was it kind.
He scurried over to the backpack he had discarded by the door and began pulling things out of it. He came over with antibacterial pads, ace-wrap, band-aids and an ice pack. "Let me clean you up." He gestured for Sawyer to remove the scarf because he thought it would get in the way. "You'll wanna ice the worst of the bruising over the next couple of days, if you don't want it to be so tender. Lip too, though that one would be rougher."
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 11:22 pm
"No one ever remembers any of the rules but the first one," he said, unwinding the scarf stiffly and scratching the back of his leg with one toe. He watched Chase warily, and said: "You're not gonna hit on me are you? I mean I know I'm ********' irresistible and all but the entire Negaverse seems hellbent on making cow-eyes at me until I cave and this has some seriously worrying English Patient overtones." He added suspiciously: "I'm pretty sure some of these people would bust my lip just so they could patch it up after." It was incredibly hard to tell whether he was joking.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 11:42 pm
"The rules are like a doctrine, you don't forget those," he replied ripping open the antibacterial wipe package. "Might sting," he warned seconds before he dabbed it along Sawyer's lip and chin. He kept his eyes on what he was doing, occasionally pushing his jaw one way or another to better examine the damage he had done. He laughed at the comment and shook his head. "Nah, don't think you're my type. Too soft."
He paused to look up, stepping back. "Might need you to take your shirt off, since you took quite a few hits to the abdomen." He offered a slight grin, "And no, that isn't me hitting on you." He shook his head to hold up the ace-wraps. "Does anything particularly hurt? Something that might need wrapping." Like ribs.
"We'll get you patched up and then...I dunno. I guess I could take you out for drinks or whatever to make up for how bad I beat you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 12:00 am
Like hell he was gonna show Chase his cookie-dough body after he'd just called him "soft." That stung even more than the first aid. "I'm fine," he said, with enormous dignity. "No wraps required, thank you for your diligence." A beat, before he grudgingly conceded: "I don't say no to a free meal but I haven't got an ID so any drinks will have to wait." He added, somewhat frostily although with Sawyer it was always impossible to tell what was joking theatrical sarcasm and what wasn't: "You aren't my type either. Too insane."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:29 am
Chase tried not to react to when Sawyer refused, because to him it seemed like he was acting like an offended girl. Which, okay, he had the right and Chase did kinda insult him but still. So he shrugged and returned the items to his backpack. He pulled the bag over his shoulder and moved to the door.
"Okay, we can do food," he told him as he opened the door. "Where ever you want." He gestured for Sawyer to follow with his head. He considered the man's statement, shrugged and grinned. "I wouldn't say insane...but I guess I can see where you'd think that."
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:10 pm
"Never, ever tell me 'wherever you want.' Because I absolutely will pick the most expensive place I can. You only get one warning, so this is it." He followed, moving gently and tentatively as if expecting himself to break. "Thanks for the help and all," he said as he slipped past him, "but next time you can beat me up less. I think I get the picture." But he grinned, suddenly, even though grinning hurt. He had more fight in him than he let on.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:41 pm
Chase shrugged in response because he had half-expected Sawyer to say that. Money wasn't really an issue for him but he wasn't about to go boasting about it. "Noted," he said. He would keep it in the back of his mind.
He let Sawyer lead, trailing behind quietly listening to him prattle on.
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