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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:26 pm
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SCENARIO
Van and Bataar bring back the smack down with a second round! Will Van top off as the manlier one again? Or will Bataar reassert his manhood?
It's in My Bra!
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
8!
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:27 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • Bataar's win.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:40 pm
Van's fist smashing into his jaw had been completely unexpected. There he'd been, chatting with the girl, and then when he'd shoved the rat in her face, she'd reacted in what had to have been the wrong way. The Mongol stumbled backward a little, having been caught entirely off-guard by his fellow student, and stared at Van incredulously, his hand floating up to begin massaging his jaw. There were some things he could deal with from fellow rodent enthusiasts, but punches were not one of those things. "What the hell?!" he demanded, suddenly infuriated. Here he was, being perfectly cordial, and then this Legionnaire had to go and punch him in the face? Even from Bat's point of view, it was absolutely inappropriate. Lover of rats or not, Van was going down.
He removed his hand from his jaw, using it instead to throw a punch in the direction of Van's own jaw. He figured the eye-for-an-eye philosophy would simply have to apply here, and his warlike nature wasn't much help. The stinky boy was all about revenge, compensation, pay-back, you-name-it. "...Now I'm probably going to have a bruise on my jaw!" he realized aloud, gasping and delicately probing his tanned face. He wasn't vain; he was simply worried about the implications that this would have whenever he ate.
"Legionnaires are the dumbest!" He shouted, as if it would make any sort of difference. Still, the punch had brought him back into reality. He wasn't supposed to be friendly to students on the other side; they were expected to be sworn enemies. Van had remembered, he supposed, and in his opinion she'd been quite sneaky about it(actually, he'd failed to comprehend the signs, but this was already ridiculously characteristic for Bataar). "Let's fight!"
As if they weren't already doing just that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 12:53 am
Van would have liked to think that she’d let him hit her. She was still convinced of this even as she slid back in the soft dirt, taking the full, sharp impact of Bataar’s hit. The girl, like him, also absently began to rub at her own jaw. It smarted—she’d give him that. Recovering quickly, the Legionnaire assumed an offensive stance. If their previous fight had been any indication, there wouldn’t be much need for defending herself here. They’d engaged in a street fight when they’d last met, and Van had been the one left standing, after all.
What she failed to realize was that this time, she wasn’t fighting on her own turf. This time, the smelly student was much more motivated to take her down. And this time, they were both bent on revenge. She was too confident, too careless in this nighttime challenge, and she had underestimated the potential for loss. And this reality would not make itself manifest until after the battle.
“Probably? I think the likelihood is a bit more certain than that,” was the cocky scoff she uttered as she resisted the temptation to merely laugh at his appalled expression. “There are many more to come, just like last time, Bataar.” Spitting at the last syllable, Van lowered her body to enter a brisk sprint at the other student’s gut. It was a direct attack, and she had no doubt that this would be another quick and easy win. It wasn’t as if he was smart enough to defend himself against her clearly superior skills and intellect.
A large rock suddenly appeared in the middle of Van’s path, and one of her velvet-encased feet caught on the unfortunate obstacle. While the sucker punch she’d planned to use still somewhat followed through, it was a mix of this and an attempt to recover her balance. Uh oh.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 1:29 pm
It was gratifying to know that his punch had landed in just the right place and he watched, pleased, as Van massaged her own jaw. It didn’t make the rapidly bruising area around his mouth hurt any less, but the mental kick he got from his decision was worth it, all the same. He wasn’t going to bother with attempting to defend himself; instead, he was aiming to throw as many punches and kicks as he could, and if he had to bite once or twice…-- well, that would just have to happen.
Whatever the case, he was already fervently promising himself that he was not going to lose this time around. His last fight with Van had been utterly humiliating, something he would never in a million years admit to having participated in, mainly because of the end result. Such an amazing person like Bat, losing to a purple-clad girl such as Van? The very thought made him wrinkle his nose, and brought a bad taste into his mouth.
Besides, there was no denying that the Lunarian standing in front of him was absolutely nasty! ”But I suppose the same goes for you.” he muttered angrily, his green eyes narrowing as he stared her down. He would definitely be the victor this time around, and there was nothing Van could do about it! He would do whatever he had to do in order to win, and he was about to let her know it.
He was nearly as surprised as Van when she stumbled, landing a weak and ineffective punch. He probably could have burst out laughing then and there, but he had a little more sense than that—this was his chance to gain the advantage! Bataar swung his leg in a wide arc, aiming a kick at the Lunarian’s abdomen. He was going to make her regret starting this fight if it was the last thing he did!
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 1:46 pm
Van had seen the kick coming from a mile away, but given the unfortunate position she was in, the only thing she could do was brace for it. It was clear that Bataar had the physical advantage in both muscle mass and height, but that hadn’t stopped her from winning last time, had it? The girl stifled a grunt as she felt the impact of leg to abdomen, felt her light frame flying through mid-air for a short distance. Though the ground coming up at her was hard and painful, she could at least soften its impact by rolling to spread the force along her body—this was only somewhat effective.
Forcing herself to her feet, she took a few gasps of air, fighting the urge to scream the rest of her pain and give him the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt. The thing about fighting someone larger than her was that she wasn’t supposed to allow herself to get hit. For if this occurred, it was game over—and she’d already sustained a kick at full force very early on in this battle.
She’d have to change her strategy. She wasn’t in debilitating pain, but it was certainly a handicap now. Van couldn’t keep going with direct hits, either, without facing the huge risk of getting hit again. Backing up, the Legionnaire looked around for something she could use in a long-distance fight. This wasn’t her usual cup of tea, but she had to resort to it if she wanted a chance at surviving the fight.
There was going to be a bluff. Lunging once again in a quick sprint toward her opponent, the girl managed to sneakily pick up one of the offending stones on the ground. Before she got too close, though, she chucked it—aiming at his head—and quickly swerved in a different direction. Van wasn’t going to risk another kick from those legs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:08 pm
His satisfaction was overwhelming as he watched her fly a short way through the air, only to land with a thud on the ground. He had at least exercised the kick to his full advantage, although it wasn’t anything that would win him the entire fight. Bat had injured her, at least, and that would have to be good enough for the time being. He didn’t know or care to understand her strategy, especially since he was still figuring his own out.
Bataar took a few steps back, watching Van warily as she stood. If she was actually in pain, she was trying not to show it. He was surprised when he saw her back up and look around, and he couldn’t help but make his own eyes travel in the same directions, wondering if she had some hidden advantage against him. He still had no idea what was going on when she darted down to pick up the rock, and it was a little late to figure things out the moment the stone collided with his forget, prompting a shout of pain.
In Bat’s opinion, the move had been more than a little underhanded, but he didn’t feel like disputing it at the time being. He needed the other Lunarian to move in closer, so that he might land another blow to win the fight. His skill did not involve long-distance fighting; he was much better in hand-to-hand combat unless he was on a horse with a Mongolian bow.
Bataar definitely was not on a horse with a Mongolian bow.
And so he went sprinting(more like lumbering) after Van, his hands outstretched as he attempted to catch her. If he could just manage to tackle her, and get in a few punches, he might actually have this fight in the bag! Unfortunately, speed was not his forte.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:36 pm
Van had all but bolted after she’d thrown the rock at his head, hoping to get a head start at increasing the distance between them. It was at this point that she knew she’d lost control over the battle—she was the one running now, after all. Even though Bat was stronger, at least Van’s smaller frame lent much better to speed. Glancing around every now and then to assure herself of Bat’s slower progress, she ran in a roughly zig-zag motion, hoping to hinder the Noble’s aim in case he also wanted to throw something at her.
Heading for a thick cluster of bushes, the Legionnaire dove in, hoping to conceal herself while still making projectile attacks. It was good that she also had the cover of night to assist her. Grabbing hold of another stone, she took aim as the other student approached. She needed another headshot. If it wouldn’t KO him this time, at least he’d have another lovely mottled bump on his head the next day. As soon as Bataar was close enough, her hand flew out... and the stone barely missed.
Swearing to herself under her breath, she crept quietly amongst the bushes, changing her position in order to keep the Noble guessing. Her on-again, off-again aim was the reason she couldn’t do long distance combat for the life of her. Curling her hand around another, larger rock, she took aim again and threw it as hard as she could.
It was closer this time, possibly hitting lower on the body. Whether it made its mark, though, Van couldn’t see, since she’d long moved from her previous vantage point to see another. If this was the only way she could win this battle, well, so be it. At least if she was successful, she’d know that long-distance fighting wasn’t entirely out of the question for her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:00 pm
Chasing after Van was easier said than done, although Bat thought he was managing quite well, all things considered. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even think about throwing something in the girl’s direction, mainly because he was too busy trying to catch up with her; if he were to bend down for a stone to throw, he’d lose way too much time and he might even miss his target. It definitely wasn’t worth the hassle. Instead, he scampered after her a little desperately, skidding to a halt when she disappeared into an untidy bush.
Bataar breathed a sigh of relief as a stone that came flying towards him missed, and stared into the bush, trying to concentrate on the moving shadows within. He backed up a little, unsure of where exactly to plunge his hands in in order to attack, and was rewarded with a rock to his chest. It was too dark to fight someone in the bushes, damn it!
Van was moving around somewhere, and Bat was none the wiser. He had half a mind to go off and leave her in the bushes, but he suspected she’d just chuck rocks at his back in that scenario. Besides, he’d promised himself he was going to win this time! It may not have quite seemed like it was working out for him yet, but he was trying his hardest.
There was only one way he really could win, though, as uncomfortable as it sounded. The Mongol dove into the bushes, making quite a racket as he snatched around for his hands, searching for Van. She was around here somewhere, and he was going to find her and knock her out-- and win! He groped blindly along, doing his best to locate her and failing. This definitely wasn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be.
”Where the hell are you?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:19 pm
Van probably should’ve known that Bat would also dive into the bushes with her at some point. There was no other way to carry on the fight, after all—how does one fight with a bush? Having another being rummaging around with her greatly decreased the potential of finishing the fight without further injury, though. She would no longer be able to get clear shots like she had when Bataar was still out in the open. Taking her unreliable aim into consideration, she’d have to find another way to attack him. Nothing came to mind.
At least this particular place had plenty of objects to throw lying around. There was certainly no shortage of rocks. The girl thought back to past battles, past fights in the jungle. Surely she had something to build on from her past experience. Fighting while hidden wasn’t altogether unfamiliar to Van, but she preferred hand-to-hand combat so much more than anything else that, well, she’d neglected most other training thus far. It was no trouble at all to evade her opponent, thankfully, as the bulky male couldn’t help but be a bit noisy while trying to find her.
Another stone in hand, she threw it half blindly toward the direction of the rustling noises. Quickly crawling away (she’d long since stopped caring about the condition of her clothes), she sought to find another stone. Truly, this had to be the last move. Van was getting tired of creeping around in the dirt. Reaching out, her hand closed around something. It was to her absolute dismay and disgust that she found that it was tailed, furry, squeaking, and squirming maliciously in her grasp. It was another rat.
Shrieking and flailing—completely negating her cover—Van threw the creature up and out, anything to get it away from her.
“EW OH MY GOD IT’S ANOTHER ONE!”
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:59 pm
Bataar didn’t like the fact that he was now scrambling around in the bushes, hoping to latch onto Van somehow in order to attack. It was simply a depressing thing to consider that he might not be able to find her; this was, after all, his chance to win! He couldn’t let something like a branch or two get in his way, or else he might never win against the purple Lunarian. Failure, for once, was not an option. If she won one more time, he might have commit suicide out of shame or something! Besides, what if his mom found out? The thought already had him quaking in his boots.
Another stone smacked into him, but he found that it wasn’t quite as effective as the first one she’d thrown; it hurt, but it hardly created a debilitating injury. He was still more than willing to try and win, because he had to admit he felt he might gain some sort of advantage soon enough. The time came, although he didn’t understand why at all-- a shriek sounded like none he’d ever heard before, and Bat’s head swiveled in the direction of Van. Was that a flash of purple he saw? It had to be!
He hadn’t a clue as to what she was even talking about, but that didn’t stop him from lumbering over, nearly tripping over himself as he did his best to land a rock-solid punch to the girl’s face. There was nothing in his mind save for the hope of victory, and if he was any judge of his punching skills, it might well have been his. He was, after all, the Great Bataar; of course he could beat up a girl! It only made sense that he possessed that much strength.
He grinned, looking hopefully in Van’s direction. He was pretty damn sure he’d just won.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:07 am
Even with the small rodent thrown somewhere out of the working radius of the bushes, Van could not help but compulsively look around for more signs of the filthy animals. There had to be rat poop everywhere around here, and she must have been crawling around in it for the past ten minutes! The very thought of it sent shudders up and down her spine—it would take all night and a whole lot of scrubbing in order to convince herself of her cleanliness again... not to mention the multiple washings her clothes would have to endure.
Van’s battle instinct had nothing on her panicked delusions. This was now not once, but twice that the girl had encountered the disease-ridden creatures today. She had forgotten all about maintaining her stealth. Not only had she alerted Bataar to her presence by screaming, she continued to make noise by rustling in the bushes, incited by the idea of germs and dirt. It took a direct right hook and debilitating pain in order to bring her back to her senses.
If Van was going to learn anything from tonight’s fight, it was that she needed to hone her focus on the battle at hand much, much more. For something as small as a rat to have distracted her from fighting Bataar, even when it was likely that he wouldn’t be able to find her, was unacceptable. It was because of this unfounded fear, because of the reflex to scream when she saw a rat, that she was lying on her back, half of her body paralyzed in pain right now.
Gritting her teeth in anger and disappointment, the Legionnaire could only lay there helpless until the stinging subsided and the pain abated enough for her to get up and walk home. She was through, and damn, did she have one hell of an explanation to do when she got back.
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