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 Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 1:30 pm
Anna slowly sat down to take a rest and shut her red eyes, reaching up a hand to pull some of her yellow-tipped orange hair in her face. Anna didn't want to fight anymore today, she had had enough. One of her tanned hands rubbed at her eyes while the other gently rubbed her aching back.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 4:34 pm
Anatoly twisted rapidly, grabbing Farley's other arm just above the elbow, then sliding it down so Farley couldn't bend his arm. He had Farley's arms both pinned, but neither was in a position where he could harm his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 5:09 pm
Nathan paused. Anna was rubbing her back - again. "You... okay?" he inquired a little quietly, a little slowly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:20 pm
((Nope, Bitong's in a Crew meeting with the Blazer Black lieutenants.))
Farley began to try to lift his arms. He slowly, slowly, pushed the tiring Anatoly back.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:44 pm
Anatoly leaned back in, allowing himself a little rest as he pinned the arms back down, letting his weight do the work.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 8:57 pm
Farley began to rock his torso from side to side. His struggling increased in intensity.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:06 pm
Anatoly's wide-set arms kept the rocking from being too significant.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:15 pm
Farley threw in some thrashing, head-jerking, and leg rocking and kicking. It was only a matter of time until...well, it didn't appear too effective, but there was a chance that he might overpower Anatoly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:18 pm
Anatoly began trying to locate Farley's stickers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:21 pm
Unfortunately, they were on Farley's wrist.
Under Anatoly's hand.
The only way Anatoly could get them would be to release his grip, and Farley was sure to take advantage of that instantly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:31 pm
Anatoly knew what he had to do - the rotating pin.
It was a series of fast pins that switched his position in a circular fashion, never releasing his victim, if he could only pull it off. Keeping his pin sound, he began mentally rehearsing the motions.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:35 pm
As he was thinking, he found that Skulltap began to itch. A lot.
Shortly after, he began to feel more and more detached from his body.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:55 pm
Anatoly entered his meditative state.
Go.
With no warning, he leaped over Farley, thrusting the other arm over Farley; Farley was now on his side, Anatoly behind him, one leg bent under him, running the length of Farley's torso, the other extended to brace him against any attempt of Farley's to roll towards him to escape. His arm had shot around the front of Farley's neck. He was applying a strangle, cutting off the blood to Farley's head, and so far, at least, he had performed without error. But this was just the start.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 7:54 am
Farley immediately brought his Stickered arm away from Anatoly, then used his other arm to grab the strangle, prying against it as hard as he could.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 5:03 pm
Farley discovered that the pin let him move very little. He could move his feet around, but had no ability to deliver a kick or to roll. His arms were forced out at an angle that precluded even getting his hands against Anatoly's arm.
((I can't remember the pin's name right now, but yeah. It's the basic judo pin.))
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