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 Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:01 am
From Valhalla to Ysgard in one sitting...Gahdamnit woman.
XXXXXXForeboding, respect and admiration. Those could be three words to describe Heita initial aptitude of the Athena. However, those same three words is what Heita initially saw in Jay and he knew Jay so it made sense that feelings were more so justified with her. When Jay stiffened up under his arm, her back muscles flaring as the jungle cat got ready to pounce, Heita knew it was up to him to mediate the situation. This would prove difficult given the fact that Athena in fit of rage and display of conditioning threw the first punch...literally, she threw it.
XXXXXXInstinctively Heita ducked, taking Jay down with him behind the backing of the booth and under the table. The disturbing attack of air washing over their back and ultimately taking that smug little s**t off his feet. Good... Iyam thought to himself but the thought was fleeting as he knew at any moment Jay whole body would overpower his arm.
XXXXXXThe thought of how to stop her raced through his head. Countless scenario playing out in seconds on how to subside his wife's sense of honor and insufferable blood-lust. Only one solution seemed viable, it of course being the long shot and requiring the most out of Heita. But he had no other recourse, he had this and only this.
XXXXXXGrabbing Jay's head with the arm that had been resting on her shoulders, Heita forced his wife to turn his way and planted a big wet one on her. Tongue and all. Deep, passionate and lasting for a good minute while his eyes remained open to watch Athena. "Calm down..." He ordered softly pulling away from her. God I hope that work... mmm strawberries. I wonder if they have pancakes with fruit toppings here....
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 9:46 am
This woman had to be joking right? she was related to Tres or maybe a die hard fan? Either way the pressure in the air would do nothing but make her even more irritated. Disliking the feeling of being weighed down by another's emotion, Jay was a proud member of TRS and refused to be forced into fearing anything or anyone. The reaction was vulgar as she dug her nails into the table surface, cracks forming beneath the pressure as the woman approached.
Heita already knew what would happen, he knew what his wife was like... And even if she didn't look the part right now she was by all means a blooded fighter.
The woman stopped a way back, throwing a punch their way, the ripple in the air would be her only warning as she felt her body be rolled and pulled down by her beloved husband. Being dragged under the table in front of them with a look of absolute confusion plastered to her face...
"Iyam I can take he-" Her protest was cut shot by his passionate kiss, taking the aggression right out of her as the woman melted in his embrace.
b*****d!
She would think to herself as he pulled away and told her to calm down.... He had come to know how to make her stop and think, this was not good for the little brawler, but she couldn't help but relax at his command. Had they not been in immediate danger Jay might of stolen another kiss from him. But sadly there was one seriously pissed off woman on the other side of the booth.... And Jay had just lost her mojo for the time being.
"Eric! Eric!!!!"
Calling out for her new friend in the hopes he might hear her, well why wouldn't he? It was a fairly average sized bar?
"Get out of here. I'll see you after the next round?"
How did she know about the next round, well let's see, she was on the floor under the table looking upwards and there happened to be a TV. Which now alerted her that they would not be able to deal with the blonde without being kicked from the tournament.
"We have to go baby.... "
Speaking to Heita softly while bringing her knees under her and placing the toes of her boots on the ground, ready to launch into a dead sprint when her husband was ready.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 2:06 pm
Athena read the situation with a single observation. Jay wanted to fight her. Not just fight her, but do all kinds of things to her. Those eyes were too common to not have seen the challenge resting in them. It was then that she knew that if what appeared to be her protector had not covered her as he did, Jay would have launched into a blind rage of her own. It was luck that she was saved from what was considered a devastating attack.
Eric, for now, was fortunate that her eyes was now turned to Jay and Heita. He could do what he wanted with that window of time, whether it was to counter attack her or flee. It did not matter to Athena. Nothing mattered right now than to steal that fury from Jay. To make her realize that there was only one top dog around here. Normally, Athena did not have to do this. But apparently, it seemed there were few people willing to contest her reputation.
She picked up the nearest table, raising it without any effort. Her arm muscles bulged as she held it overhead. Then she threw it like a toy frisbee, sending it on a crash course for Jay's and Heita's umbrella of a table. For while they were kissing and warning Eric to leave, the wife of the Ecstuffuan family continued to stalk them. And her weapon was ready to collapse the table in a display of throwing power.
"Looks like you're just another petite girl who is all talk."
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:43 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Do you harm…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] He'd been stunned, albeit briefly, but not by the physical impact. No. Eric had lapsed beneath the woman's titanic affluence; drawn down into the sea of Athena's self-certain being. However, the shock of being dropped...like a bad habit...quickly brought the young fighter back to his overly aggressive senses. He'd landed on his back, possibly embedding a few pieces of glass there-in for his trouble, and only managed to catch a few refrains of the ongoing symphony of destruction. Get up...GET UP!! Move, you lazy whore!His inner ego, the Tiger, chastised his weakness even as it forced his hands over...and back...behind his own head; pressing into the floor while Eric's body surged upward, and propelled him back to his feet. "Hey, damnit!! Why...ugh...why the hell are we fighting again?!"The Thai brawler's right hand groggily messaged the space above his same-sided eye, and he had just managed to express his confusion before...in an explosion of wood...Eric became privy to the sight of one airborne table colliding with another. Under which, his unblocked ocular would note, had been an annoyingly white patch of husband... And the hem of a pretty dress. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 7:19 am
Tables?... for breakfast!?..
XXXXXXFrom under their little fortress, Heita only saw fleeing legs and heard frantic yelps. He knew they had to move but when he heard a man had shouted "Holy ********>" He knew Jay and he had to move now. A strong grip held Jay by the wrist, a demanding grip as powerful legs coiled for action. In one swift motion Heita had pulled Jay before him, cradling her, as he lunged out from under the table. Narrowly escaping as the tables exploded upon impacting each other.
XXXXXXTucking Jay into him, Heita fell into a roll, stopping against the adjacent wall after bowling over some of the fleeing bar patrons. "s**t..." He muttered low and his stomach growled. He felt slightly weak and hoped that the wall of people between them and Athena would slow her down long enough for him to catch his breathe and regain his barrings. "s**t..."
XXXXXXEric seemed to be fine. That was whatever. ******** that guy (lol). Jay was also fine it seemed but nevertheless, Heita kept a strong embrace on her, for everyone else sake. He had a few shards of table stuck in and to him but nothing was deep or life threatening. All he had wanted was some corn bread pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, corn-beef hash, Canadian ham, cheese grits and two carafe of orange juice. A simple breakfast. Looking down on his wife while panting, he sighed and shook his head. "s**t..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 10:18 am
Jay was yet again taken off guard by her husband, barely hearing Eric or him over the frantic cries of the 'public' fleeing the bar. Bunch of pansies. Would be her thought right before she found herself yet again being tugged off her feet and into her husbands arms, the table shattered as they rolled out from under it and into the said pansies who just weren't quite quick enough to move out of the way.
Jay was far from impressed by the display of strength, breaking s**t was normal in her day to day life. And tables? Please. Jay broke bar tops on a regular basis and without doing it intentionally too. True story.
Right now however Heita was the only thing standing between her and the blonde.....
Brown eyes looked him up and down and took note of the bits of table protruding from him.... Rage filled those eyes within seconds as the realisation that he had been hurt while protecting her came to the forefront of her mind.
"I'll kill the b***h...."
Muttering the words while straining on Heita's grip.
"Let go."
The insult the blonde aimed at her had indeed reached her ears, fanning the flames of rage that had already formed within her. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Heita but getting both him and Eric out of the bar was her main concern right now... That and possibly killing someone outside of the arena and getting herself disqualified.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:04 pm
Athena wasn't a complete mindless wreck right now. She valued the lives of those she called fans, thus anyone that wasn't the ones who insulted her just now. However, it still did not keep her from wading through them as they passed her. The distraction was short; Heita and his bimbo of a lover had only seconds to get moving if they wanted to. But as they began their fleeing, Athena's hands moved in a mesmerizing motion in front of her.
Blue energy gathered around her hands as they carved out a spherical base of this conjured arcane power. The air was licked by this ethereal energy, until it blended colors into the orange colors of fiery flames. Now a ball of it was being formed before her, as big as a human torso. The glow lit against her body as the wind slightly gusted around her from the generated heat of her ability. The strands of her untied hair danced in motion. Her eyes were locked on the two lovers, and all she was able to see was their behinds soon lit up in fire.
Now holding a large orb of fire to her side like a gigantic ball of fun, she pulled her arm back and then threw it pitching style. The awaiting explosive effects were sure to cause quite a bang. It didn't have the concussive force of a grenade, but it surely was going to hurt whatever or whoever it struck with its AoE capabilities.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 3:08 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Do you harm…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] Enough! Eric, his eye catching the glint of nearby liquor bottle, lashed out with his empty left hand; catching the throat of his mostly-full projectile, and hefting it into the air. It would spin, end-over-end, as time slowed to a crawl for the vicious young fighter. Hateful, golden gaze bearing down on Athena like a loaded-gun; her own appendage withdrawing even as the whirling container dropped on the Tiger's opposite side. "AaaaaaaAAAAAHARH!!"His right-side palm would connect with the bottle, mid-swing, half pushing...and half hurling...the newly fashioned projectile into the Glorious wrestler's line of fire. Her throw, and his own, would collide less than a foot out from Athena's finger-tips; blossoming into an eruption of hellish flame, and shattered glass.  BOOM!Between the attack its self, and the veritable monkey-wrench that Eric had introduced, the shock-wave would likely be enough to put the Amazonian down. However, there were several other factors to consider: Heat, light, sound...All of them intensified; all of them dangerous! Even the Thai brawler would be forced to look away; turning his head to the left as he took a knee. Both arms would shoot up to forge a shield upon his ears, and he worked himself down as close to the floor as he could. Nothing to do now but wait. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 10:00 am
XXXXXXSpatial Awareness instinctively kicked in. Allowing Heita to track both the fireball and the bottle of liquor Eric had somehow procured. He say what the result would before it happened and had already been rolling over with Jay still tucked underneath him by his right into a three point stance.
XXXXXXThe firebomb went off and Heita charged out as if it were a firing pistol at the start of a race. Iyam played football in high school, albeit as a running back but he understood the fundamentals of a lineman's tackle. Unfortunately for the poor saps barring the exit he was intending to use. She would be mad but that was okay because she would be safe.
XXXXXXRolling into the lobby of the reception area, Heita tumbled so that they, Jay and he, could look back at the bar. "He'll be fine..." He stated in regards to Eric. "Kid has gotta be able to handle himself if he could scalp Tres and be one of your friends.." A little lightheartedness to ease the tension. Heita would relax his grip on his wife, allow her to breath but not do much else.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 11:18 pm
Jay was left with little say in the matter as she was 'dragged/rolled' off by her husband, his grip on her barely loosening as they escaped the sudden explosion... So the b***h had woohoo powers too. Oh how sweet if would be to make her beg for mercy while snapping her limbs like twigs.....
But alas her husband was yet again the voice of reason for the violent little woman.
Lucky for the blonde Jay was unable to break the hold that Heita had on her, so instead she growled and swore under her breathe before pulling him towards the door. Removing them from the situation entirely as they left the hotel and practically fell out onto the street
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 11:53 pm
She caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye as she hurled the Great Ball of Fire. During that moment, she recognized what the item thrown was. She could tell by its brown glass, from just one glance, what the intent of its use was. Her eyes moved further to the right, catching a glimpse of her attacker during this slo-mo moment. In reality, it was all happening fast, but Athena had the capability of catching single moments in a short period of time. This feeling was something most humans were capable of. That rush of adrenaline to the shock of something, firing off the nerves and pulsing the heart to speed up reactions. The drunk effect of time nearly slowing down for just a single second where Athena could read the events and likely be able to remember it for the rest of her life.
Alas, the liquor bottle got in between her and her targets, and as a result, she had her plan literally blow up in her face, engulfing her in flames as the fire caught the liquor and reacted violently. Athena huddled her arms close to herself, standing there lit in flame, most of her hidden behind the veil of lit fire as it caught onto her. She was the image of a Human Torch, a shadowy figure overlapped by the bright flames; and the fire didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon.
Her condition: unknown.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 12:14 pm
[!]Valhalla[!]Runaway…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] He would note the roaring flames, both by ear and the flickering shadows cast on every surface. The varied radiance licked upon a discarded patch of gore; knocked from the table, and forgotten by Jay. Tres' scalp. Without hesitation, but with some small measure of satisfaction, Eric's body would unfurl into a forward roll; sweeping out to collect the bloody strip with his left hand, even as he came up on his heels. He planted both eyes on his next target, an unobstructed window, and was off like a shot...both feet working in tandem to get him the hell out of dodge! Outside the bar, and behind him, the Thai brawler was vaguely aware of a unified front forming; likely some of Bishops goons, or whatever security force he'd brought in to manage things like this. In any event, Eric had no intention of sticking around to get a closer look. With a leap, arms coming up to shield his head once more, the Tiger blasted through the unopened portal; coming down in a ball upon the opposite roof as bits of glass, and fragments of frame rained into the alley below. There would be no turning back...no second-glances afforded. He'd just have to find his Boss, and her annoying tag-along, later. Eyes forward, Eric disappeared into the town at large. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 12:57 pm
The arms of Athena spread within the flames, almost as if welcoming their embrace instead of shielding from them. Blue energy warped into existence around her, snuffing out the flames slowly that danced on her body until they no longer remained. And from the disappearance of the calamity came a woman decorated in light blue lines that glowed across her exposed skin, along with her eyes that were a piercing white. Smoke rose from her body, the heat of the flames protected against by the immediate use of magical power. There were presences of burn patches on both flesh and clothing, but she had stopped it fast enough to not have it do any significant damage other than the throbbing pain of being cooked for a couple of seconds. There were burn marks that made small holes in her shirt and jogging pants, but she had stopped their immediate destruction, as well.
Athena then felt something...missing. She rose her right hand to her chest. This is where her ponytail usually rested over her shoulder. Instead, she felt nothing. Moving it further back, she touched upon her hair finally at the back of her neck and found that the extension of it that was caught in the blast of the fire was gone. That was several inches of her golden hair that was burned away in the attack, leaving her with a messy shorter cut with burned edges. As if she had gotten into a fight with a blow dryer.
The third insult to her pride today. Not only that, it seemed twice today that an Ecstuffuan was given a hair-related loss. Her eyes immediately looked around for the man, but apparently he was gone. Her eyes took notice of a broken window, and put two and two together. Though her light show subsided around her body, the welling of arcane power within her decreasing, her anger was not gone.
Those three had made enemies of her today. And no one upsets the Strongest Woman in the World. It looked like Athena had an evergrowing list of people to take care of that were all a result of this joke of a tournament. She squeezed her right hand tight as a promise of vengeance. She even smiled in amusement. It had been a long time since someone challenged her like this.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:23 am
A ten minute time skip to the Town Center
XXXXXXThe roar of the medium sized hover-bike, also known as the Rabbit began to subside. Although the thing didn't have a gas-powered engine it's creator had built it to mimic the sound for aesthetic purposes. Heita loved it. He loved the feel of wife wrapping her arms him tightly as he had gunned the thing too. He wasn't sure if she did it out of excitement or fear however. Since coming here, he took notice that for such a heavily populated world, traffic was usually quite manageable. He also noticed that Jay never really drove or got driven anywhere, she either walked or rode Skittles. So was riding on his motorbike a new experience for her?
XXXXXX"I want pancakes... with strawberries." He announced, assuming she knew where everything was here because this was a TRS thing. So this had to be a TRS base of operation right? Which meant Jay who was TRS, should know where somethings were.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:28 am
Sometime after Jay vs Eric Suyaa
XXXXXXHe sat at in a corner of the bar opposite to where the one known as Athena had made a mess of things. Long neck MGD in hand, he took slow meaningful swigs before placing the half full bottle amongst four empty others. Every so often his eyes would lift to the TV mounted above the bar. The highlight reel of the past rounds playing. This would be the fifth time he managed to see his body lifeless on the ground as Jay sat mounted atop of him tearing into him. Her arms elbow deep in his blood and tissue which looked rotted. His ribs exposed as his midsection melted to a pool beneath him.
XXXXXXEvery time the image arose, Heita felt the glance of a few at the bar. He could almost hear their thoughts as they looked over shoulder and saw his stubble, rugged face undeterred by the images he saw. Dropping his gaze to meet theirs always forced them to shy away and with that the cycle would repeat of him taking a swig and looking back at the TV.
XXXXXXThere was an eerie silence save for the audio support the images being displayed. It was depressing and heavy. It gave the beer a bitter taste. " Thanks..." Were the only words he had uttered upon leaving. He didn't bother to pay since the tab would be on his room. Instead he simply shuffled off, exposing the bloodied bandages wrapped around his torso. Time to get a fresh wrap.
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