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 Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:02 pm
It was probably stupid to show his face, but Rep was on the ground and Shiloh had his phone in hand as he appeared on the field. He had no intention of fighting, and Dwight had already proved far more capable than he had at standing up to Rep. He wasn't entirely sure why he was there, other than to lend a presence.
He fell into line next to Mimsy, adopting her silence.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:08 pm
Dwight just smiled down at the other man, "That would be possible for someone who planned. Someone who had restraint and control. The things you lack, remember?" Sitting back on haunches and out of Harrison's way, he continued with a grin, "He's already threatening to murder me. Saying he'll make it look like an accident after basically announcing it public. I wish it wouldn't hurt like a b***h to laugh loudly right now."
With a groan he stood up and dusted off his pant, "You're ******** ridiculous." Looking it up he caught sight of Mimsy and reflexively smiled brightly at her, starting to raise his hand in a wave before abruptly aborting the gesture with a frown.
"Right, I'm done here then. Good spar, a*****e. You fought smarter than I was expecting at the beginning. Too bad you lost control at the end, as usual. Might want to work on fighting smart while injured." Turning he began to limp off the field, hand coming up to absently scratch at his scalp.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:14 pm
Rep shook his head at Harrison. "I'm fine. I could walk. I could walk. I can walk."
He tried hauled himself to his hands and knees as Dwight got up off him, the world spinning.
"DONT YOU ******** WALK AWAY YOU c**t, YOU DIDN'T WIN THIS. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A ******** LOSER."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:18 pm
"You alright, man?" Shiloh asked, turning heel after Dwight. It was easy to catch up with him, and Shiloh's face was that of an eager trainee, in awe of someone who'd managed to put Rep in his place and still come out alive.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:24 pm
Harrison pressed Rep firmly back to the ground, ignoring Dwight. Rep was a bundle of bark and bite, but Dwight had it about right in the planning ahead department.
"Not yet," he said, feeling Rep's neck and checking his nose.
"Ribs are okay at least. You're gonna need about ten ice packs."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:32 pm
Rep did not like being pinned back or denied the ability to chase after Dwight, he didn't like it one bit. So he reacted as expected of a mature fully grown man and threw an enormous tantrum, though for all his struggling, he had no chance of getting free. "IM FINE. LOOK IF IM ******** BREATHING IM FINE." He knew Harrison meant well, but he was a sore loser and it hurt dearly to lose to Dwight.
When he spotted the spectators who'd shown up, he lost it even more, he spat a mouthful of blood out onto the dirt and half snarled, half whined. "He's ******** getting away."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:38 pm
Leaning heavily on Kiki, Dwight gave Shiloh a tired nod. "Nothing that won't be fine by tomorrow. I know you got the exception, but spars aren't meant to be ******** or die situations. They're training. When done right, everybody's fine by the next day." He scowled and reached up to scratch at his head again.
"Rep's way of doing things is stupid and a waste of everybody's time and energy. Don't fight him again unless you have someone stronger, like a lead, who'll step in. Don't let any of your friends, either. There's something really ******** wrong with him."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:52 pm
A terrible social ineptitude meant that Mimsy relied heavily on what she observed from the appearances of interactions, and as far as she could tell, Dwight was purposely trying to be hurtful by making some kind of attempt to trick her. Cute. She scowled and narrowed her eyes at him as he passed, and walked in the opposite direction. She could just take the long way back.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:53 pm
"Here," Shiloh said as he bent slightly, slipping himself under Dwight's arm and giving him something else to lean on while they walked. His own head felt a little itchy as he watched Dwight scratch but he chalked it up to his hair getting caught under Dwight's arm. Or maybe just the sight of Rep was enough to make his skin crawl these days. "Yeah, I didn't think they were but you know, my fault for thinking I could take out nutbar back there, or that he'd stop. Definitely not planning on making that mistake again, but thank-you for the heads up. And thanks for- well, you did good out there, is what I mean." Shiloh grinned at Simon, and resisted the urge to scratch his own head. "Where you headed, anyway, your room, or the infirmary?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 6:02 pm
"It wasn't a statement or anything, okay? Like I said to him, spars don't prove anything. He asked for one, I agreed, and I won, that's all there is to it." Dwight's face grew grim at the idea of spars being some sort of might makes right situation. Or jack, a means for revenge. Last thing they needed were more people like Rep.
"Infirmary, thanks."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 6:51 pm
"Yeah, he is," Harrison said with finality, continuing his examination of Rep's vitals and non-vitals with deliberate routine, while keeping Rep right where he was.
He didn't care for the rubbernecking, but he ignored it.
He was surprised Rep could yell at all. The bruises were already starting to pool in Rep's neck. His heart was the thing that got most of Harrison's attention, but that wound thankfully hadn't been punched into, although it wouldn't have taken much. Rep probably hadn't started to feel much yet, steel heady off the adrenaline.
He checked Rep's eyes, to make sure they weren't cut up. Lucky. Harrison carefully cleared some of the blood from Rep's face.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 6:58 pm
Rep struggled a bit more before finally seeming to realise that he had as much chance of struggling out of Harrison's grip right now as he did of lifting a bus. He exhaled heavily and slumped back into the dirt, letting himself be poked and prodded and giving appropriate winces of pain whenever he found a sore spot.
"I would have had him." he whined pitifully. "I would have had him if Marie wasn't taking my charges away."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 7:05 pm
"Course you would have had him. You were fighting with one arm tied behind your back. And then you'd both be dead, you daft c**t. I dunno how many times we gotta have this conversation. Turn your head."
Harrison mopped up more blood from Rep's brow, and around his eyes. Once Rep's vision was clear, and he was satisfied he hadn't broken any bones with the exception of maybe the nose (and Dwight was off the field), he relaxed.
"You want up?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 7:10 pm
Rep went from enraged restrained animal to laughing loudly at being called a daft c**t. He didn't even care that laughing hurt like a b***h and his throat was ragged from being pinned, it just tickled him to hear Harrison using a term he delighted in so much. He turned his head obediently when asked. "You want me to cough?" he asked with a smirk, clearly having a much better time than oh, five minutes previously.
"Aye. I won't charge off after naebaws. Nae point, he can scurry off back to his ******** burrow and stay there."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:23 pm
Shiloh was a bit surprised by Dwight's answer, but he considered it thoughtfully, and nodded his head after a moment. "Yeah, you're right, sorry. That's the way it should be, you know, way for us to help each other improve not to settle some score. Hindsight is twenty-twenty though, right?" He did reach up and scratch his head this time, with his free hand, unable to shake the feeling his skin was crawling. They were off the field now, and as Shiloh steered them in the direction of the infirmary, he thought he would be feeling less so. Then again, Dwight had reminded him how easily he got swept up into that mob mentality of needing to prove something, of needing to be better. And Dwight was right, it proved nothing. "Infirmary, okay. Hey, can I ask you a question anyway? Not that I am planning on sparring Rep ever again but, if things had gone the other way, what would you have done? Hm, I guess not picking that sort of fight in the first place would solve that problem," he laughed a little bit, "but do you try to like run away or call for help... Oh, wait! You probably had that sort of back-up you were talking about before, eh? I guess that sort of changes the amount of risk, still, kudos to you. You played it smart, set an example you know? That's pretty cool."
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