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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:09 am
It was a distressing thought to have, but Magellan was getting used to getting her a** kicked.
Teeth gritted, she dragged the back of her hand across her chin, smearing blood along her skin and the soft silk of her glove. Later, she'd worry about that, and later, she'd find a way to clean herself up before she got home, but for now, she had bigger issues to deal with.
Youma. Smaller than the first one she'd encountered, but still proving to be a hell of a handful. It didn't help that she'd refused to let her injuries heal completely before she went out scouting again. How could she, when there was danger on the streets every night? When if she wasn't out there, the good side was down one number?
Okay, so her reasons weren't all that noble. As she dodged a claw, bringing her arms up to shield her face, she kicked out hard. Her foot caught the youma in the stomach, sending it flying back and into a pile of garbage.
Most of the reason she was out that night was because she was pissed off. Any normal person would have tended their wounds, gotten better, and then tried to even the score. Not Magellan.
She hated losing. What she hated more than losing, however, was being rescued. She was tired of people showing up and saving the day, mostly because she wanted to do it on her own. She wanted to do it on her own, and she wanted to do it better than everyone else. So her sphere was powder - so what! She'd show them that she could still take down youma and protect everyone without having an attack based magic.
She'd show them.
Her distraction, however fleeting, cost her. While anger and embarrassment clouded her mind, the youma snuck around, lashing out at her and raking its claws down her side. She screamed, a terrible mixture of anger and pain, and punched it in the side of the head.
The thing had a little head, so it snapped back, dazed. Her fist hurt from the impact, but it was barely registered as she pressed her hands to her sides, gasping.
The youma shook its head several times, clicking its teeth in an irritated fashion, and she dropped her hands. Injured or not, she didn't have much of a choice for what she did next.
Balling her hands into her fists, she pushed off the pavement, flinging herself bodily on the thing. Her side burned, and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she ignored them as she slammed the youma into the ground, beginning a good old-fashioned brawl with it.
A girl had to do what a girl had to do, after all.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:37 am
Sailor Walküre did her usual strut along her nightly patrol route. She had a bit of a headache and a ton of bruises from her battle with Variscite, but a few days had passed, and after some good rest, her wounds had mostly faded. She had gotten her a** kicked pretty good, but had also done a lot of damage to her opponent, so it all evened out. It (hopefully) kept one bad guy off the streets for a bit.
What got injured the most in the battle was her pride. As much as she tried to use her head and logic to say it was okay to have an unsuccessful fight, it still hurt her heart to not have won.
And so Sailor Walküre was out looking for a fight to pick. Some thief or monster or whatever to take her anger out on.
Off in the distance, she heard a scream. Ah, the sweet sound of action. She ran to where it was coming from, and saw a youma being punched by a senshi. The girl looked fragile with all of her ribbons and bows and filly things.
Then again, Walküre wasn't really in any position to comment on anyone else's fuku.
She also looked like she wasn't really accustomed to fighting... either that or she just wasn't any good at it. She punched, well, like a girl.
Walküre wasted no time and ran up to the two that were entangled on the ground, and kicked the youma in it's tiny head with her golden boot. "Take that!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:08 am
Magellan was doing her best. She really was. Dani had taken some self-defense classes and so she knew the basics, but they'd never really taught you how to take on a clawed beast and still come out on top. Consequently, yeah, she punched like a girl, but at least there was some power behind her punches.
She was much stronger with kicking, but she couldn't seem to get the damn thing in a proper position to start kicking the hell out of it, so she would have to make due with what she had.
Make due, anyway, until a golden boot entered her peripheral vision, nearly slamming into her hand as she pummeled the youma's face.
Head snapping up, temper obvious in her face, she demanded, "What are you doing?"
The brief disruption of her barrage of (girl) punches was all the opening the youma needed. It slammed into her, hitting her full in the chest, and flung her off it. She didn't go far, but then, she didn't really have to. Her chest was on fire, and gravel bit into her palms while she tried to catch herself.
The youma leapt at her, and out of instinct, she kicked out, both of her legs aimed at it. Unfortunately, she happened to kick the youma right at the other senshi.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:27 am
"What am I doing? I'm helping y--" was all she could get out of her mouth before the youma was bounced back at her. It wasn't just bounced at her, it was bounced into her, and was more like a car pile up than anything else.
Ung. This was turning out just great.
Fortunately, the youma seemed a lot more stunned than she was, and Walküre was able to roll the lightweight off of her, and jump on it. She sat on it's chest, her large thighs able to keep it pinned, and began punching it in the face. "This. Is. How. You. Throw. A. Punch." she said each word separate as her fist made contact.
The youma looked more frightened and panicked than fierce at this point. It had picked a battle with two really pissed off girls, and was probably wishing that it just stayed home in whatever dark corner of the universe it was from.
Sailor Walküre stood up, and put her foot on it's chest to keep the little guy in place. He squirmed around, but ultimately wasn't going anywhere.
"Here. You come hit it a couple times." Right now, she was cocky and angry and mostly just wanting to vent out a lot of those emotions on this unlucky youma. The other senshi was, by the looks of it, feeling the same way. It wouldn't be fair to not let her have a turn hitting it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:41 pm
Scrambling to her feet, pride and ego just as bruised as her body, Magellan's cheeks flushed. She didn't like having people show up to help her, damn it. She wanted to do it by herself. She felt a little bit like a child denied the accomplishment of dressing herself, but she was never going to get stronger if every time things got rough someone showed up to save the day. Worse than that, the other senshi was patronizing her.
Here, come have a punch, now that I've got it on the ground and under control.
Yeah, well, she'd only been able to do that because Magellan had beaten the ever-loving snot out of it before she'd even arrived.
Mouth set into a temperamental line, she brushed off her skirt, ignoring the stray hairs that flew around in font of her. Wrestling with youmas wasn't exactly the tidiest pastime, after all.
"I don't need you to hold it down so I can hit it." She sounded a lot more childish than she wanted to, but she couldn't help herself. Coming to stand beside the girl, she kicked the youma in the head, hard. "I was doing a fine enough job on my own, thanks."
Magellan was 100% positive she would've been able to handle this by herself. It was way smaller than all the others, and she'd been doing well.
Well, doing well enough. It cost her pride a little, but she lightly pressed her hand to her side again, wincing at the contact. From what she could feel, it wasn't too deep - and there wasn't a huge bloodstain on the side of her fuku, so that was a plus - but she'd have some nasty scratches to tend to for a while.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:38 pm
She smirked as her co-senshi kicked the youma. The thing was now caught in the middle of a bit of a disagreement.
"One would think you'd be more appreciative of the help, but I guess not." There was quite a bit of bite in her tone. She took her foot off of the youma, and it crawled across the ground, trying to get away. It was kind of pathetic really. "Go a head then," Sailor Walküre said as she folded her arms and tapped her foot, "use your finishing attack so we can get out of here. Put it out of it's misery."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:51 pm
Magellan didn't appreciate this girl's tone.
She also didn't appreciate this girl's smirk.
Actually, she didn't appreciate much about this girl at all.
Brows slashing down into a deep frown, she watched her kick the youma away, turning its death into a game. While Magellan understood they had to be killed, she firmly believed in a death as swift and merciful as possible. Even though they were youma, they were still living things, no matter how twisted. Nothing deserved indignity just before death, nothing.
And, damn it, she could've killed this swiftly and easily by herself!
Shooting the senshi one smoldering look, she stalked over to the youma, something like compassion coming into her eyes before she stomped down on its throat, hard. It hurt her a little inside to see it suffer, thrashing about below her, and she stomped again, forcing herself to keep her eyes on the creature as it stilled and died.
She took no joy in killing. Absolutely none.
Fury was clear in the lines of her face as she turned then, the abrupt move making fire dance up her side. "I don't like your attitude. They're creatures, but you know, you don't have to play with them. We're supposed to be good guys."
Battered she was, but Magellan would always stand up for what she believed. Always. Her eyes were a challenge, her opinion of this senshi hovering precariously in the balance. How she reacted would decide it all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:16 am
"We are the good guys. These monsters have no conscience. They kill innocent life wantonly for the gain of their own dark empire. We kill them and stop their evil rampages; that makes us the good guys." She unfolded her arms, and rested them on her hips, sighing before continuing, "Have you read Machiavelli? The ends justify the means. As long as we win and keep the city safe, it doesn't matter how we get there. I'd rather have my enemies fear me for my ruthlessness than love me for my compassion I show them."
Sailor Walküre was stubborn. Even if she was arguing on the wrong side of a disagreement (which in this case, she kind of was), she wouldn't back down. She was in a sour mood to begin with tonight, so that probably didn't help matters. Sometimes, she could be sweet and compassionate, but this was not one of those times.
"Besides, I thought you needed the practice." Also, Sailor Walküre wasn't dumb. She knew this other girl really didn't want her there, the expression was all over her face. In retrospect, she probably should have bit her tongue and not said that last part. Tact wasn't one of her strong points either.
She extended her hand, the expression on her face warming slightly. Swallowing hard, and pushing back some of her strong nerves she said, "I think we got off to the wrong start here. I'm...." Walküre trailed off and then muttered the last bit, "...sorry that I interrupted, but you looked like you could use some help."
Apologies. Another thing Sailor Walküre wasn't really good at.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:11 am
Things were not looking good for the other senshi. As she spoke, Magellan's expression became obviously more forbidding, and she folded her arms under her chest. The ends justified the means? That sounded like something that would come from an agent of the Negaverse, not a senshi. The difference - the real difference, the thing that actually separated them from one another - was how they went about achieving their goals. Not even their goals, in the end, because who ever really knew what was going to happen when the "good guys" got into power?
No, Magellan firmly believed it was how you handled yourself on the ascent to power that divided the good from the bad, the just from the unjust, and this senshi was firmly on the wrong side of that line.
She didn't hesitate to tell her that, either. "That's a load of bull. What makes you any different from a Negaverse Lieutenant? Nothing, apparently, except for the uniform you're wearing."
They were dangerous words, and her pose was aggressive. Magellan probably didn't stand much of a chance in a fight against her, but damn it, she was going to stand up for what she thought was right. "You're not a good guy anymore if you throw mercy, compassion, feelings out the window the moment things get hard. These youma are monsters, yes. But you know what? That's how they were made."
On a roll, she didn't care if what she was saying was even true. It was how she saw the world, by God, and that meant it was correct. Heaven help anyone who tried to tell her otherwise. "We kill them because it's kill or be killed, but we don't have to torture them. That's something a Negaverser would do. Saying the ends justifies the means, it's just..."
She shook her head, the puffs tied into her hair jostled by the movement. "It's stupid. If you really feel that way, you can keep your apology to yourself. Whether I need help or not, I'm not willing to accept it from someone who thinks that anything's all right as long as she wins in the end."
Expelling a long breath, she waited, eyes narrowed, temper putting color into her cheeks.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:42 am
"Fine then," Walküre said, her rage again rising. She tried apologizing, and apparently it wasn't good enough. This stubborn b***h failed to see the grey area in this senshi business. She was trying to help her learn how to hit better, to win better. And if a monster gets hurt during that process, so what? It's a monster. Good guys don't always have to do good actions if it means they're going to be able to fight stronger.
It made sense. Why was it so hard to see?
And why did she compare her to a Negaverse agent? Walküre had never killed an innocent life, and she never would. That is what separated her apart. She only killed evildoers, the ones that deserved to die. Those soulless creatures deserved to suffer for all the pain they're caused.
Of course, that's not what she vocalized to the other girl. What came out was, "Then let's settle this dispute!"
Her hand that was once extended in apology was now balled into a fist and a cheep shot was delivered to the senshi's face. That girl better learn to fight quick, or Walküre was going to make a mess of her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:14 am
Shock was as swift and powerful as the punch, sending Magellan staggering back with an oath, her steps quick and awkward while she attempted to keep her balance. Had the other senshi - had she really just - the god-damned b***h!
She'd just decked her!
Head snapping back, ignoring the ugly spinning of it, she spat blood onto the pavement. She wasn't sure if she'd bitten her cheek or her tongue on the impact, but she didn't really care. Fury took over, and she launched herself at the senshi, ignoring the protest in her side as she threw all of her weight against the other girl, gloved hands flying in an unpredictable mess of punches as she attempted to land one.
It wasn't elegant. It wasn't even good, really. But it was unpredictable, and damn it, she had to hope that the fact she had little to no skill or design would work to her advantage for once.
"You b***h!" She thought a punch had landed, maybe, but she couldn't be sure. She took hold of the first thing she could manage - hair, maybe? - and yanked on it, the motion leaving her entirely open for other attacks.
Of course, she wasn't thinking of that at the time. She was mostly thinking of how goddamn satisfying it was to have a bunch of blonde hair in her fists while she pulled.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:37 am
The element of surprise had worked in her favor as the blue haired cream puff recoiled from the punch. Now it was her turn to get surprised though, and while she chucked and at causing the other girl pain and putting her in her place, that same girl flew at her like a crazy woman.
Her fits where flying all over, and Sailor Walküre couldn't tell where they were coming from. A few hit her, and damnit, they actually hurt! Frilly-poof over there was stronger than she looked! And Walküre had antagonized her into a rage. s**t. It was like fighting a rabid shitzu.
And then, while she was distracted with blocking, that b***h got a hold of her hair. Suddenly, she regretted always wearing her hair in pigtails.
"Let go of my hair you crazy b***h!" Ung. It hurt so much! She already had a headache from her last battle, and this was like adding coals to the fire. Sailor Walküre grit her teeth and tried to push through the pain, and she did, because she always did. That's why she won, because she was willing to do whatever it took.
She put all of her strength behind her punch, and socked her opponent in the ribs, hard. That should get this twit off of her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:44 pm
Dani was beyond angry. The other senshi had punched her. That was not how the good guys acted. Seriously, they didn't pick fights with people who were on the same side; clearly, she was in the right, and as she pulled on her hair with everything she was worth, she didn't feel regret.
Well. Didn't feel regret until the senshi regained her senses and drove a hot poker into her side.
Eyes widening, tears immediately filling them, she choked back a sob, pain exploding in her side like nothing she'd felt before. She barely registered that it was a fist, not an actual weapon - even though it felt like she'd been stabbed - and she managed a deep, strangled sound, legs buckling as she curled inward. God, oh God, it hurt so damn bad.
Her breathing was uneven, Magellan struggling against tears, as her hands flew to her side. She hit the ground, hard, curling in on herself, and closed her eyes tight. No, no, no, she couldn't cry.
Opening her eyes, barely, she looked down at her gloves, half-laughed as she drew her hands back and saw blood. Well, damn. The punch had probably widened the scratches she'd received earlier.
Hands shaking, she looked up at the other senshi, anger and shame warring for dominance in her expression. Unable to do much else, she kicked out, her aim the senshi's boots.
Damn it, she wasn't going to be the only one to end the fight on the ground.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 2:27 pm
Sailor Walküre looked on a bit shocked as the other senshi crumbled to the ground. Red spread across her white uniform. She hadn't punched her that hard, had she?
No, there was no way. She had to have been hurt before. Fists don't make sides bleed.
This was ridiculous. She couldn't beat up on an injured girl... no matter how self-righteous and bitchy that girl was, it was just... wrong. Walküre backed away from the senshi with the wild look in her eyes. She wasn't paying attention, and felt a pain as her legs were kicked out from under her.
She fell to the ground with a loud "oof". Thankfully she had a big a** to break her fall. Although, it didn't hurt any less. She had bruises on it from her last fall.
With the other girl looking more and more desperate with each passing moment, Sailor Walküre pushed her feet against the ground and tried to away. Oh how the tables had been turned, and how she had underestimated her opponent.
She put her hand up, "hey now, I think we got off to the wrong start here..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 9:09 am
Frankly, Magellan was in no shape to continue fighting. She felt like her side was going to split open at any moment, her head was ringing, and she was sore and aching in just about every place on her body. Once again, she'd bitten off more than she could chew, and once again, she was feeling the consequences of it. Hell, this time, she might not even be able to walk away afterward - she might be lucky if she could crawl. God, it was lowering.
When the other senshi backed away, Magellan felt a glimmer of relief, but it was quickly dwarfed by shame. It was obvious to both of them, wasn't it, that she couldn't go on? While she could respect the sentiment to not beat on an injured opponent somewhat, Magellan knew she also deserved it for picking the fight. In the other girl's position, she didn't know if she'd be as big about it. Maybe. ... Probably.
What did it matter? She was bleeding, for God's sake.
Ignoring modesty, she peeled the top of her fuku up, hissing as the semi-deep scratches were exposed, bleeding freely. Well... well, hell! She whimpered a little, pulling the top back down, and braced one hand against her side. She needed medical attention, and fast. If she could manage it, she'd just go home and wrap herself up, check on it in the morning. If she absolutely had to, she'd go to the hospital.
But she really, really did not like hospitals.
Bracing her free hand against the ground, she tried to struggle to her feet. Instead of replying, she merely grunted, all of her focus and attention on the task at hand.
Besides, it was pretty obvious they'd started off on the wrong foot.
When she got to her feet, she merely gave the other senshi a long, silent look, chewing the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something. It was tempting, but she turned, trying to keep some of her dignity intact as she limped away.
She didn't look back, just kept her hands pressed tight to her sides, as she rounded the corner and grit her teeth against the pain.
Damn it, she was going to get it right one of these days.
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