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Conrad The Mighty rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 11:47 am
The negative coefficient that he compared his respect for this female brawler dropped slightly closer to 0. It would take a great many feats in order for a female to rise above 0, but that was another subject entirely. If she was going to remain attackable for the remainder of this battle, he would not show any signs of weavering might. This was actually where he found his justification for his thoughts on female B'alam, if they wanted equality, Eetu would be more than happy to give them the arena to prove themselves.. That is, if they can best him.
As she gazed upon him from several paces away, he had to calculate his next move more carefully. With the distance between them the number of striking maneuvers were greater in number, but that left the odds of landing a solid shot on his opponent quite low.
What he needed was a distraction, therefore the commencement of the taunting came once again.
"Well where are you goin' darlin? Come on back closer, let me get another whiff of that sweet smell you seem to be radiating with." Perhaps the smell was sweat, perhaps it was blood, or maybe it was straight up endorphins from all this hard work. Who knows..
"No?" He continued, "Okay, I'll come to you." Eetu came at her again running. But this time when he was almost to her, he lifted up his front paws and kicked off the hard ground with his back legs. His claws were headed straight for her back hip, the part unprotected from scales.
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CaliWolfe rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 1:55 pm
Bell had no fear in her eyes, and this time that didn't waver. Her limbs still hurt and her back was still sore but when Eetu aimed to strike her where she knew it'd be painful something, an instinct or a sense of some kind clicked in.
She dodged. Not a slight move to the right or left. Not a bolt to across the arena in an attempt to persuade her attacker to calm. She watched as he attacked and held her eyes trained on his to allow him to watch as she swung her lower torso out of the way. As her back claws screeched against the ground, a trail of dust satisfyingly followed it.
At last! She thought to herself. Finally, she felt the fighter in her burst to life. No amount of smooth talking or attempts at distraction could take that away from Bellatrix now. As much as she hated to admit it this passion came from fury.
This male! He agitated her so. He treated her as if she was less of a person solely because of her femininity. This was something which allowed her to push on and continue challenging him. Because this attitude of his was something that Bell simply could not forgive.Conrad The Mighty Sorry for the wait on this
