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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:10 pm
Dash keeps his distance as he chases the girl with the large jar. Considering how she was so willing to fight him, he can't be too sure what to expect. Usually when faced with such circumstances, Dash chooses to err on the side of caution. Eperience has taught him that there is some direct correlation between someone's actual skill and the size of their physique. Usually he found this relationship to be inverse. So, he's playing it safe and watching to see what this Diana person does.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:17 pm
Finally, the beach. Her grin widening, Diana stepped onto the sandy area and turned around, throwing the jar onto the sand right in front of her feet. A good thing the weather was crappy; tourists were very scarce, and already some were leaving, seeing what was coming.
"You're slooooooooow~~!"
The young woman rolled up her sleeves, waiting for Dashboard to come. The warmup had been good, time to get things rolling.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:26 pm
Dash, seeing Diana has stopped running, begins to pick up his pace. He breaks into a full sprint once he hits the sands of the beach. Unlike this Diana person in front of him, Dash was disappointed when he looks around to see that the area was practically deserted. He did enjoy having spectators.
The distance between Dash and the woman closes rapidly. His eyes are focused ahead as he reminds himself that his opponant could be much stronger than he things. "Last chance." He calls out, pumping his arms and legs to keep up his sprint on the sandy and damp terrain.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:36 pm
"You wish I'd leave."
Closer, closer, closer, close enough. Once Dash was within a fifteen feet away from her, Diana humphed, and threw out her foot. Taking a step forward, she kicked her jar like she would have a soccer ball, sending it rocketing straight toward Dashboard's chin. Diana's steel caps prevented her from breaking a toe on the 2 feet wide ball of stone. Let's see if Dash had a steel chin. Even if the rock was enchanted to be lifted easily, it still packed quite a punch when hurled straight in the face.
Though just in case, Diana still got ready to recieve a counterattack. Left foot in front, knees slightly bent, fists up to protect the chest. A real basic position, really.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:42 pm
Dash spots the movement and is quite surprised when he sees the jar come flying in his direction. "Aww c'mon n-" He never finishes his complaint as the jar strikes him squarely in the chin, stopping him dead in tracks and causing him to flip backwards as if he were suddenly clotheslined. He is left on his back and motionless in the sand. The blow appears to have knocked him senseless.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:50 pm
The jar bounced off, and flew back toward Diana, which catched it by one of the ropes tied on it's side. For a moment, she was quite startled. It had just been way too easy. No one should be allowed to be such a loudmouth without being at least -slightly- able to back up his own words.
Thus, it might just be a faint. Just to be sure Dash was down and knocked out for real, Diana figured she could smash his face up once again. Another good hit straight on the chin would break a normal person's jaw. If the second hit didn't break Dash's jaw, he probably wasn't a normal person.
Thus, she just took another step forward, putting all her weight into throwing the jar straight at Dash's face with a fastball that defied imagination. Baseball pitchers would be jealous.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:58 pm
THOOM!
The jar hits the sand where Dash's head would normally have been, if he were, indeed, knocked senseless. Instead, Dash now seen kneeling next to where he was laying just a split second before. "You saw right through that one." Dash says, standing to his feet and brushing the sand off of himself. "You actually weren't dumb enough to fall for it."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 6:59 pm
Vahn Kyonuske Imposs......ible..... What.....are you.... The lead demon's head stared vacantly up at Victor, the life draining out of it in torrents...leaving it a bare husk. Wha....a....Victor continued smiling, that crazed look plastered all over his face. ".......Are you all right, Master?" Fiole stepped beside Victor, bringing him out of his momentary lapse. "I got cut a bit...." He said, hand raised as he smiled bashfully. His right hand was bleeding, a thin line of red going across the flesh. "Haha....I'm still not back to full strength...." He smiled, satisfied, as he closed his eyes. "Were you worried?" "I....was... I was...really worried....Worried alot." Fiole said, her milky eyes almost looking as if tears would begin to flow from them. Victor lifted his right hand up against her cheek, holding it close to her mouth. Her cheeks softly flushed, as she took hold of his offered hand, and began licking the blood seeping from his small wound. "Mmn...." She licked softly, and suckled along his injured hand; Victor lifted the cup of coffee to his lips, drinking in as his yellowed eyes settled on Sierra. "........Your coffee tastes the best."
She stops a few feet from Fiole and Victor, observing them studiously. Arching an eyebrow at him she muses*
"So you're his twin brother.... that makes things... interesting."
*If the maid nursing at his wound bothered her at all, she sure didn't show it as she just stood there staring at them with a bemused and considering expression fixed on her features.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:03 pm
"C'mon, give me a little credit here."
Diana tipped her hat a little, grinning. It was good that way. Taking a guy down in a single blow after getting so warmed up was just sad. No fun at all. "I was hoping you'd bite at least half as much as you bark, y'know?"
Her jar was now out of reach, though. Too bad, she'd have to do without it. Diane's right leg slid back against the sand, and she repositioned herself in a basic combat stance. "So? About that beating you promised me ..?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:10 pm
Dash sighs, folding his arms across his chest. "Sure sure, you'll recieve your beatdown. I don't want you to get the impression that you actually stand a chance." Dash smiles, reaching to his side to grasp hold of his weapon. Imagine his amazement once he realised that there was nothing there. "...Well damn! Of all the days to forget my nunchuks!" Dash grumbles something else under his breath then looks back to "Diana". "Ahh well, I've got nothing to worry about. If tossing jars is the best you've got, then I probably won't even need to use my arms to beat you." And with that being said, he places both hands behind his back and smiles. "Let's see what you've got, miss Diana."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:11 pm
"Oh?" Victor remained where he was, the mug of coffee slightly lowered so he could at least speak more clearly. Flecks of blood dotted his hair, and stained his clothes. Standing at full height, and having his own maid suck away at his hand.... his whole appearence was strange to say the least.
However, his guest' was even stranger now.
"I don't believe we've been introduced yet."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:18 pm
"As you wish."
Smirking, Diana lunged forward ... and immediately stopped. She thrust her foot in the sand, firmly jabbing it to stop her advance. Not only did she break though, but her move also had the side effect of throwing quite a large amount of sand in the air, toward Dash.
While it was a somewhat low blow, Diana didn't care. All she cared was that some of it got into Dash's eyes, forcing him to look away as she threw herself at him again, this time with her right fist rocketing forward toward the man's throat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:29 pm
Dash merely stands there as the sand is lunged into his face. Again he's caught off guard. This lady here is just full of surprises. Of course, his first instinct is to turn away, and he's caught by the punch to the throat. This immediately sends him to the ground on all fours and gasping for breath.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:41 pm
She wasn't about to stop there, oh no. See, the trick is to go on and on while you still have the advantage, and to not stop bashing on the opponent until you're pretty sure he won't get back up. It might sound a little savage, but dang, it worked like a charm.
Thus, Dash wouldn't fall to the ground by himself. Taking another step forward, Diana dived toward Dashboard's head. If all went wll, her right hand would lay on the back of his head, palm flat against his hair, and violently force the man down into the sand, face-first. If that wasn't enough, the young lady would go on in a cartwheel, shoving all her weight onto Dash's head before landing further away.
Right beside her jar, which she'd pick up again before turning around to face her man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:42 pm
Vahn Kyonuske "Oh?" Victor remained where he was, the mug of coffee slightly lowered so he could at least speak more clearly. Flecks of blood dotted his hair, and stained his clothes. Standing at full height, and having his own maid suck away at his hand.... his whole appearence was strange to say the least. However, his guest' was even stranger now. "I don't believe we've been introduced yet."
"Indeed we have not m'lord... I am Ra'kar'shei'lian, One of the Four Elven demons of old, and lady over the elements of Fire and Darkness."
*Curtsying she straightens, and observes him a moment longer.*
"I dare say that it is a priveledge... both to make your aquaintance and to have witnissed that performance a moment ago..."
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