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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:34 pm
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THE TRUTH IS HERE, RIGHT HERE
Huang fins out Bataar is making time with Sara and searches out the man. This is the battle to end all battles.
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Pixie Nyxie generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:36 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNND: Goddammit Bat wins again. Lucky Mountain Man.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:55 pm
Huang was furious, anger never poured so hot in his veins. Not even the anger from when his best friend's body had been mutilated and sent back in the fishing boat he had set out on sea with. No this anger was nothing ever known. He was by rights, a calm and aloof character, one that didn't allow many to get close to him. He didn't want attachments, he didn't want leverage over his heart in battle.
Though some had managed to past his guard and feelings. One being his love, Kyung, who he loved more then the air he breathed, the water he drank or the food he ate. The second was Jianyu, One he would die for, One would forever love as a brother of spirits and then lastly, Was the little priestess he had taken under his wing. It was a brotherly affection he felt for Sara, something he never had with his own Sister and something that made his protectiveness and love even stronger.
To here that she had been with Bataar of all men, To hear that she had been with the pig of a man. It burned Huang so deep and though he couldn't lash out at Sara, he couldn't control her, He would damn well make Bataar pay for his deceit and seduction of the innocent girl.
He knew where Bat was at all times, He knew where his enemy slept, where he ate, everything. Today was no expectation as he found Bataar in the movable home called a yurt. It was placed in the forest as a small seclusion from the Tae estate. It didn't even take long for him to locate the fiend as he sat on a log by a fire, Fury bubbled over as he came forward.
"Bataar you low life piece of s**t." Huang let the curse run from his mouth as he came running forward, tackling the other man and letting his fist swing with a hell like fury. He knew he wasn't as strong as the other man, but damned if he wouldn't get a beating to the other man out. "Where the hell do you get off seducing Lady Sara? What the hell did she ever do to you to deserve your deceit and lies? Did you rape her as well, Have your way with her and string her along like a innocent puppet?!?!?" Huang's fist rang out in time with yelled accusations.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:09 am
Bataar could have sworn that he’d almost felt a tortured soul enter into the forest, and felt a shudder run down his spine as he realized it must be approaching him. There was just something to rage that connected and caused foreboding. Perhaps it was a result of the fact that he was the son of a shaman, or that the girl with whom he held the most affection had ended up having a lot of near-death experiences, but he could have sworn he’d known Huang-fu would appear even before he actually did. It was just one of those things.
He eyed his fire carefully, glancing up as Huang-fu approached, mere questioning in his eyes. The man’s next words were not what he’d expected. Usually they started off taunting each other, but that insult was reaching a bit far. He barely avoided the fist as it flew towards him, and it grazed his cheek rather annoyingly. What the hell was the other man on about, anyway? He had yet to explain himself, which he was usually very thorough about. It was strange, to say the least.
Wait a minute.
The Mongol snatched Huang’s fist, held onto it tightly, hopefully bone-crunchingly. ”What did you just accuse me of?” he asked, his demeanor suddenly cold. Very cold. It was a transformation from the normal Bataar, to say the least. ”I don’t understand why you’re so concerned-- she wouldn’t associate herself with scum like you.” he stated flatly, his gaze caustic.
”I have done no such thing.” And with that, the man aimed his fist straight for Huang’s face, his green eyes flashing with evident rage. He still couldn’t say he understood what was going on, but being accused of raping Sarangerel was not s**t that he was planning on taking today. Huang-fu was going to have to rethink that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:28 am
Huang was blind to rage at the moment, he didn't even care that Bataar didn't taunt him. It was as if Bataar responded to Huang's anger like....like he already knew about it. Did he do it to hurt me? Huang thought. Bat was his greatest enemy, he wouldn't put it past the Mongolian dog to something this underhanded. If Huang was anything less then a gentleman to anybody, he would've thought to do the same.
How the hell dare he....
"Your a ******** creep." Huang sounded so unlike himself, his voice hoarse from how much yelling power he was putting through. "Did you not get it through your thick headed skull you moronic pig?" Huang didn't care about Bataar's unusually cold deamoner at the moment, not even registering the danger that was going to happen to him. All he could think of was Sara and what she had to have been put through. "You seduced the Lady Priestess Sarangerel!" He didn't even stutter as the words snapped out of his mouth, he tried to pull his fist back before letting another swing for Bataar's face. In his mind, he could hear Sara crying, hurt and he was not happy. Huang eyes blazed, "Don't speak like you know her so well Bataar!" He let a leg lash out dangerously close to the man before growling, "Don't act coy, like you didn't plan this. It is a well known fact that the I was Lady Sara's guardian for a long time! She was under my families care for a long time before her master returned! Sarangerel is like my little sister." Huang gritted his teeth, "Your using her to get revenge aren't you? Stringing her along to hurt her so it would hurt me?" Huang let another punch fly.
"I never knew you to be a coward Bataar, but your lies have gone to far. And you have involved a innocent woman!" Huang took the punch in stride, his fury didn't let the pain effect him as he wailed on Bataar. He wouldn't let it happen, He wouldn't let Sara down again. Not like he had with Cais.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:39 am
Bataar found that he was almost able to ignore it as Huang’s punch landed upon his cheek. He was in too much shock to care. Sara knew this guy? Huang-fu was a damned horror story, not someone the soul conduit should be hanging around at all. The captain grimaced at the very thought of it, looking deeply disturbed. He was being yelled at by some idiotic legionnaire that thought he had the power to seduce women upon any of his whims. It made absolutely no sense to the Mongol that Huang should think any of this, and he was more worried about Sara than anything else.
”I did not seduce her.” the man hissed angrily, aiming a punch just below Huang’s chin. ”I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I don’t do research on you ******** Legionnaires!” he shouted, although he could feel an increasing sense of worry bubbling up. Huang-fu was different today-- almost insane. There was no way to explain it, and because of that Bat found himself beginning to feel a great deal more in the way of worry for Sarangerel. This guy was enraged, and there didn’t seem to be a very good reason for any of it.
He could have scoffed at Huang’s next words had he not considered the matter to be so serious. ”And you, you midget rapist-- don’t give me that s**t. You think I’d just string someone along?” he growled, cracking his fists for good measure. He didn’t understand any of this, nor would he for a good while to come. It would take careful explanation for him to decipher the truth from the lies and the assumptions from the accusations in this situation.
”I sure as hell hoped you haven’t touched her.” the Mongol added, aiming his punch at Huang’s abdomen this time around. "For your sake, that is, because I really will kill you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:56 am
His fury was quickly dissipating as he listened more and more to Bat but at the same time, Hate laced the edge of his fury and intertwined with the worry for Sara, Huang felt that every hit he landed on Bataar would be well worth it in the end. He wouldn't treat her like the reports that Cais did. he wouldn't let her be hurt again.
"Lies, and Lies and Lies." Huang rolled on the ground, aimlessly punching at something. All his pent up fury came forth in each swing of his arm, rise of his leg. He was just to pissed to listen to reason! Who better then to get pissed at then the idiot of a Mongolian. A Mongolian that had been with Sara, His Honorary Little Sister Sara. His feelings couldn't be anymore clear when it came to her!
"Of course you don't know about us Legionnaires. I mistook you stupidity once Bataar, I won't do it again." Huang continued with his rage, "You planned it, You want me to ******** explain it to you?" Huang growled.
"Sara came into my families care because we are Legions, She was granted sanctuary in my home as she aspired to become a priestess. Her time spent in our home wasn't short and meaningless." Huang was so angry that he began to ramble, He needed Bat to understand, To make him realize the mistake that he was making. he couldn't harm Sara after all.
"Sara, you ******** Mongolian is my Little Sister." Huang growled, "Does that make sense to you? Do you see my point? do you ******** get what I am throwing down at you?" Huang let each comment rolled off his tongue, Yes it was true, Huang and Sara weren't related by blood, nor family. But he, if he could, would've adopted her into the family like she was. She was one of the three people he had come to love, and the hurt and betrayal from her and from Bataar clouded his own morals and judgement.
Bloody and bruised he huffed out as he let another punch go, "Touch her?" Huang was shocked by the accusation that Bataar's punch hit dead on and snapped his head back, sending him flying back. "How dare you!" He growled, jumping back up from the ground, "There is nothing remotely close to sexual between us you ******** pervert. As there should be nothing between you two! Haven't you had enough?!?!" Huang pointed his finger. "Are you done with your Perverted games Noble?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:05 pm
There was no doubt about it. Huang-fu was an absolute maniac. The assassin was crazy, bonkers-- however one liked to put it! He was, after all, rolling around on the ground and punching the air. Bataar tilted his head, offering the other man quite an odd stare for a good few moments. So he thought he was lying? It made no sense to be this damned unreasonable about any of this, especially considering the fact that he hadn’t even known Huang had anything to do with Sara(and he now hoped that it wasn’t terribly much, either).
He gaped at the Legionnaire, his confusion clear as daylight. ”I did not plan this!” he cried, quite keen upon his objection. He was absolutely pissed off, but first he needed to actually find out what the hell was going on here. ”I don’t care how well you know her!” the Mongol roared, aiming a punch at the other man’s abdomen. Whatever the case, he wasn’t just going to accept the claim that Sarangerel was Huang’s little sister in any way, shape, or form. That was something that just wasn’t going to work out-- maybe if Huang were dead, all of this would be fixed.
Obviously, the assassin was more messed up than he’d even planned to be. Bat actually didn’t even want to bother fighting him at this point. He was just too damned crazy. Bataar preferred when his opponents were actually able to think straight, at the very least, and Huang was clearly not capable of that.
”Well then, what makes you think I care?” the Mongolian demanded, his tone cold. If Sara was that close to Huang it was a problem, but if the other man could just stay out of things they might be okay. All the same, it didn’t look like there was any telling when he was caught up in this particular mindset.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:14 am
Huang wasn't sure why it was that he was on the ground punching, probably to do with the few drinks that he had with Sara before this whole escapade of a trial had happened. Alcohol did have a weird way of effecting him as well, he was what Jianyu liked to referred to him as a lightweight. HIs whole body was starting to shake with the trauma of this event. Beyond being bloody and bruised, his heart hurt for Sara and his anger was outstandingly lasting at Bat....His stomach had decided to conspire against him as well begun a slow but gross movement.
"How could you have not planned this Bataar?" Huang was so angry that he just couldn't see the reasoning that the man was doing. It irked him, Bat standing there and knowing that Bat knew Sara, and had been intimate. It was like a repeating process in his head, Sara. Bat. Sara. Bat.
Was the world conspiring against him? Huang pushed himself off the ground and got up in the other man's face only to earn a punch in his stomach. That wasn't good, It sent up all the alcohol he had taken in and he had to choke back the gross tasting bile that wanted to rise in his throat.
"You should care because...." Huang paused mid battle, mostly being held up on sheer will power before he held out his hand. Yup, that bile had finally risen to a point where he couldn't stop it. Turning around, while bloody and bruised, Huang emptied his bowels of all the alcohol that he had in taken. He looked like a damn hot mess there and wasn't sure if they battle was even fair to fight anymore.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:27 am
Bataar was still beyond comprehension when it came to this situation. The fact that Huang was so disturbed was confusion enough to the man, but the fact that he thought he’d planned for all of this was even more irritating. Clearly the assassin was not in his right mind, although having had alcohol to drink beforehand would have also been a big contributing problem. Bat didn’t even understand how the other man presumed to dare that he had some sort of ownership over Sarangerel. If Bataar hadn’t known about it, then clearly it was not valid. Or so the captain was wiling to think.
Besides, the other man was in no state to fight him. Even if they were terrible enemies, Bat didn’t want to try and face him in the midst of his mindlessness. He didn’t even know what he was doing right now-- that much was clear. Was he even entirely aware of his surroundings? It was the perfect opportunity to kill him, but Bat knew he would do no such thing. If a simple punch to the stomach could debilitate him so very much then it wasn’t worth it to try and end his life. Bat wanted them to be even before he did such a thing.
He watched with a look of faint disgust as Huang vomited, taking a moment to avert his eyes. This was pathetic. ”Just leave, Huang-fu. I don’t want to hear any more of your raging.” he finally sighed, although for the hell of it he decided to wave his fist around in a threatening manner. This wasn’t the sort of battle he wanted to fight-- not with some dead-drunk angry guy who didn’t seem to even realize what the hell he was talking about. In short, none of this made any sense for the Mongol.
Bat would definitely have to speak to Sarangerel about this later.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:49 am
Huang's stomach heaved as much as it could before he wiped his mouth and stared down at it. What was he doing here? What the hell was he doing here, trying to prove? Sara wasn't a idiot, or stupid, if she saw something in Bat that made her and him intimate, that was no business of Huang's.
Wasn't it true that he himself was in love with a Noble as well? Though Kyung and Bataar were far from similar nobles, the principles were the same. Huang continued to stare emptily at the ground as his body heaved.
When Bat spoke to him it was like a blow to his ego, and one he needed. Bat was telling him to leave. This battle was nothing, Huang was nothing. In all the times they had faced each other, Huang had felt the sting of a crushed Ego, but none so more then this. This was just degrading. He stared at the other man before nodding slowly. He still hated him, oh how he hated Bataar, but right now, he was in no condition to even pull out quick taunting remarks or an epic battle of sorts.
This was shameful.
"I won't apologize for what I said Bataar." Huang held up his hands though, he wasn't picking a fight just stating his opinion before he left. "Sara is precious to me. I don't accept you, never will." Huang rose his head, shame marring his eyes, "What I have done today though has been in disgrace and from rage and heavily influence by the spirits. If Sara chooses to be with you, then that is her choice." Huang rubbed his head in pain before frowning, he really didn't want to apologize. So he didn't. "You hurt her, and I will tear you limb from limb....Pervert." Huang sniffed before retreating quickly. Another day. Another day he will come back to show Bataar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:30 am
Quite honestly, Bataar had no idea what was running through Huang’s head. The assassin seemed to be angry and devastated, all at the same time. It was a daunting situation to deal with, especially since he didn’t know how Sarangerel would react if she learned he’d beaten up her drunken “big brother.” Well, if Huang was actually telling the truth about all of it. Bat somehow thought that he was, especially given his rash behavior and clear inability to win the fight this time around. Why, he hadn’t even touched his needles. The Mongol should have been relieved, but he was merely troubled. Anyone in this state now could turn out to be dangerous later.
As sure as he was that Huang’s ego was damaged he felt almost too tired to deal with the other man. ”I’m not looking for your approval.” the man muttered caustically, although he had already seated himself by the fire he’d made earlier in order to begin poking at it with a sizable stick to keep it going. He would, after all, have to cook later. He’d been barely damaged by the fight he’d ended up in, and things would have to continue on as they normally did. That was just a fact of life.
”Oh, yes, I’m the pervert.” Bataar growled, looking more than a little displeased with the assumption as he watched Huang-fu move along. In any case, this reminded him that he was indeed obligated to think his hardest about the relationship he appeared to be getting himself into.
If Sara was close with the likes of Huang, then things would not be quite as simple as they’d formerly assumed. In fact, things might be downright dangerous. The only good sign through all of this was that Huang seemed determined to respect the girl’s decision. All the same, it didn’t bode well.
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