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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:06 pm
*The blow hardly even fazes Bard. He's not in the ring anymore. He's in a room with all the anger he's stored up. Anger at his mother. Anger at her cancer. Anger at her doctors. Anger at the Seraphim. At Tavin. At the Brink. At time itself. At his father. At himself.*
*For Luke's trouble he gets a solid left-right combo to the chest. Bard swings his left again and connects a third blow, right below Luke's eye*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:17 pm
*Bard bats him around like a rag doll. Everything Luke thought he had in control nearly knocks him onto his a**. Luke takes in a gasping breath, curses, and nearly loses his footing.*
*But he doesn't feel any of that. In the midst of the pain, a fresh swell of anger surges up from deep, deep inside him. Luke opens his eyes to see Bard hauling back for a second round.*
*Luke doesn't even jerk backwards. He charges forward with something of a war cry and ******** attacks. He's seeing red now. He pounds a string of punches into Bard's shoulders. The sudden reaction must have caught him off guard, because Luke uppercuts and catches him underneath the jaw.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:22 pm
*Bard's head snaps back. His vision blurs and his ears ring. He staggers back, trying to put up a defense, but Luke is on him like a wild animal. He backs up and he's up against the ropes*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:34 pm
*Backed by that fresh rage and his own physical stamina, Luke becomes a force to be reckoned with. He's so consumed with anger, that he doesn't even think. Once Bard's against the ropes, he jabs him the stomach. As Bard's arm falls, Luke nails a punch into the headgear with the left and back the way he came with the right.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:41 pm
*Bard sucks in a painful breath. The cloud of pain is like an insistant hum circulating through his body Part of him realizes he needs to get off the ropes or he's dead meat, but that part of him isn't connected to his fists at the moment. He just hammers back at Luke. For all the kid's power he leaves himself wide open. Bard thrusts a quick right fist into Luke's stomach.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:51 pm
*Luke is forced backwards. At first the blows had brought on lightning claps of pain, but towards the end, Luke feels himself going numb. He doesn't feel the barrage of punches. Not until the last one hits in the stomach.*
*The pain HITS, and Luke folds in half. Reality sets in, but Luke can't meet in halfway. In a last effort, he bursts up with every last dredge he's got into another full-out round of punches. They land just fine. But they have no direction, and his rage -and his strength - are not what they were.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:01 pm
*Bard backs up against the ropes again. His breaths are coming hard now, and his arms and legs feel like rubber. He glances a blow off Luke's shoulder and another off the side of his head, but he can't keep this up for much longer.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:05 pm
*Luke fights back, but it's lost its steam. Bard lands another loose punch, but Luke barely returns it. His chest is burning. He pants for breath as sweat beads on his forehead and shoulders.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:11 pm
*Bard swings a left hook, misses Luke entirely and spins around. He keeps his footing only by clutching the ropes. He collapses against them, breathing hard.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:16 pm
*Bard's fist whistles past, and Luke huffs for breath. His legs wobble beneath him. He catches himself, but not well. His a** gracelessly finds the floor.*
*Luke spurts out a groan. He sits there for a few moments. Then, carefully, he rests his back against the ground, knees bent. His body aches from the punishment. Luke lies there, for a moment unmoving.*
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:31 pm
*Bard pants, sliding down the ropes to his knees*
H-Hey....
Hey... Luke?
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:34 pm
*Luke stares up at the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath.* Yeah?
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:38 pm
*Bard coughs. His ribs are flaring with pain. Not broken, but definitely bruised to Hell*
We're really ******** stupid, you know that?
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:43 pm
*Luke holds one hand across his stomach and tries not to move. He bets he won't be in pain if he doesn't move.*
Uh-huh.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:58 pm
So... yeah..... I think I'm gonna just sit here for a little bit. You?
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