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 Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 7:58 pm
His sand attack was SUPER EFFECTIVE!
What this b***h wasn't aware of was that Kenji was being secretly sponsored by Ben Stein's Clear Eyes. His goal was to make everyone have itchy, dry eyes, so they would have to go out and buy a few drops of Clear Eyes. It was a master plan conceived in a WWII era over the notion that if a GTB fighter was using Clear Eyes that all Gaians would go out and buy it at their local super markets or pharmacies. And the look Rosalyn had on her face as she took a load of what he was cooking to the face he knew his mission was successful, and that she was going to go out and buy some Clear Eyes.
Right after that...
She was beginning to remind him of the time he and Page, armed with flamethrowers, stormed the New Moon premiere in Cedar, Utah last year. Watching the Twi-moms and the rest of Team Edward run around like roasting marshmallows as one of the universe's worst creations played on the giant screen he realized he was the closest thing to a god these bitches had ever seen and that KB had inspired this book series for sure. While he dined on a rare slice of fat girl and a large soda he continued to watch the disaster of a movie. Something about it all was very "Gaia". It wasn't a good thing that he was being reminded of home while GQ models turned into werewolves and vampires ran like African's during the Olympics. And that was how Rosalyn sparked up this tale from his memory. Her insta-speed and bland personality was so much like those characters that he was almost positive she was Stephanie Meyer herself. How else would those books have been written if she didn't have any knowledge of the Primus? Plus Rosalyn and Stephie are both red heads.
It wasn't a terrible theory.
Right?
Right.
Kenji Hood, master of drug abuse, rape and having gay sons, was getting really annoyed. This just needed to stop a sec and let him hack off one of her limbs. Pieces of his pride were being chiseled down as she continued to use Quick Attack or Double Team or whatever the hell she was doing to get out of the way of his strong attacks. Maybe he should lay off on pressing square so much. A weak attack might all he'd need to get this b***h knocked down to size.
She grabbed the back of his neck.
Another ! would go above his head.
He would bring down the pommel of his sword down on the shorter woman's head hard. The impact of such a blow could easily crush the soft, brittle part of the skull and cause a massive concussion. This b***h was going to get rocked, and as a side note this attack happened immediately as she touched the back of his neck.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:18 pm
Rosalyn had assumed that by getting in close and making the blade of Kenji's sword useless that she had exhausted all the possible attacks he could perform. In fact, she had done a pretty good job at limiting the swordsman's options. However, she hadn't considered that the blade wasn't the only part of the sword that could be used offensively. The oversight could be even more surprising because it was a fundamental principle in the design of her whip. Rosalyn's failure to take this in consideration was going to potentially put her in a very bad spot.
Her right arm had secured itself between Kenji's left arm and head while her left hand started to pull on his shorts. At this time, Kenji had found his target and he started to bring down the pommel of his massive blade in an attempt to smash Rosalyn's head down into her shoulders. His attack was successful, it connected, but the result may not had been exactly what he had hoped for. In fact, the end result might not had been much different from if he had simply let her continue on with her plan with out resistance.
Kenji's pommel would strike the back of Rosalyn's head as a glancing blow while she pulled herself into his body. The angle of the blow pushed her forward into him, her right hand reaching further down his back and her head came closer to the side of his neck, pressed against her own right arm. She was even closer than she had originally intended to be. It looked like she was actually trying to hug the man, but this may prove to benefit her as it could limit his capacity to deal another overhead attack. The blow came as a surprise to Rosalyn, the moment of impact had stunned her for a fraction of a second. Rosalyn recovered quickly, it took very little time for her to realize that Kenji had struck the back of her head.
Kenji managing to land the blow didn't put him out of harm's way though. In fact, it might had made the situation worse for him. When he had hit her in the back of the head, her left thumb had let loose of his shorts and and the entire left hand moved to press into body. The back of her burning hand settled at his hip, and her fingers even lower. By landing his blow, he allowed for her hand to be carelessly placed between his bare flesh and his shorts. Commence the debilitating burning. When she recovered from the very brief shock that she received from the blow, she immediately moved her hand to capitalize on the situation. Her hand pushed fully into his shorts and the wrist turned so that she could feel for and grasp at his genitalia. Smoked sausage was on the menu.
[ Hot Touch Degree - 3 ]
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 5:39 am
The crowd roared.
The two fighters were practically dancing at the middle school sock hop as Rosalyn escaped defeat once more by dodging his pommel strike (for the most part) by hugging herself closer to the muscular fighter. Her tits were hard pressed against his body. For a second he wanted to allow himself an erection, but this b***h didn't deserve his attraction. What she needed was a big slap on the c**t with her whip and told to make a sandwich.
Right after his last failed sword attack he decided that this was going to be the last time he was used The Firebrand. It's awkward size and shape gimped him in battle and for his first two rounds was causing him more problems than giving him a needed edge in battle like it was meant to do. The flamberge dropped behind Rosalyn (since she was so close his arms were extended over her) right after it glanced against her hard head. It was time to forget that piece of s**t chunk of steel and to resort to what had saved him time again and again; fist and knees.
Just as he dropped his blade he would pivot his body to his right just as Rosalyn's curling iron fingers began to graze his right thigh. An image that he was going to end up looking like The Vanguard Beast flashed up on his main screen.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 5:59 pm
(( Sent Kenji a PM regarding his post on the 5th and have not had a reply back yet. He hasn't been on MSN either and I haven't heard from him to know if anything is wrong or not. So Vin advised me to make a post about it here. ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 6:49 pm
((He isn't joking about the p***s spike. Just post to it.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 7:03 pm
Rosalyn had accomplished something that could prove to push this contest entirely in her favor. She had managed to disarm her opponent and could now control the range between the two of them. There was one small problem though. She hadn't really thought about how she was going to create that favorable distance from her current position. She figured that landing the burning grab for his privates would had been enough to incapacitate Kenji, but after regaining full composure from his glancing pommel strike she quickly realized that this was going to be a bit more difficult than she had initially expected.
Rosalyn felt Kenji's body suddenly twist and jerk in an attempt to pull away from her hand. It was a natural reaction and was expected. However, any attempt that she would had made to chase his flesh was stopped instantly by Kenji grabbing Rosalyn's arm. The succubus tried to pull away from his hold, but his left arm wrapping around her body had limited her ability to yank her herself free. For a moment the crowd was a bit confused, it appeared as if the fighters were setting up to perform a waltz together. Their confusion would soon come to an end though.
Suddenly there were cheers from the boats, the shore, the couches in TV land. The eruption came with the connection of the swift and unexpected knee strike that Kenji had delivered. His knee pushed into the diaphragm and it caused her body to jolt back on the impact. It could had been worse. He could had had her in a position to drive her fully into the attack. The fact that he was preventing her from moving back did make it difficult to try and mitigate the damage though. Rosalyn's body slumped forward briefly and her right foot stepped back. The knee strike wasn't all that damaging physically, but it provided the succubus with a good assessment of her situation. Despite the complicated and potentially very dangerous position that Kenji had managed to get her in, she chuckled under her breath. This was just now starting to get her excited.
A few moments after receiving Kenji's blow Rosalyn had begun to recover from being winded. In her mind, she already knew what she wanted to do to him. It seemed like Kenji wasn't too fond of getting burned and he probably thought himself safe by keeping her hand away. For her first breath Rosalyn took in a shallow one through her nose and held it. Her head tilted up and her watering eyes followed while her back and shoulders straightened. Simultaneously all in a single fluid motion, she pulled her body into his again in an attempt to limit his ability to deliver another attack with his knee. The moment her breasts would first brush against his very close upperbody would be the moment she would initiate her attack.
From a closed grin Rosalyn's lips pursed together and she started to blow through the tiny hole that they formed. A mixture of her ku and her breath traveled pass her lips and fanned out at Kenji's face. Like a flamethrower from the great war the sustained flames came out from her lips directed to engulf most of Kenji's head. Her breathing was controlled, held at a steady pace to maintain a decent size stream that extended about four feet from her lips for a short period. That's all she figured she needed anyway considering his reaction to her hand moments ago. She wanted to get away from him, this was probably going to do the trick.
[ Hot Touch Degree - 3 ]
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 7:36 pm
Meanwhile, a spectator at home decided to take advantage of this minor, but rare sexual opportunity shown so publicly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 11:23 am
OOC: Sorry for the delay. I have been going through some bouts of insanity and sickness as of late. I'm back to "normal" for now.
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