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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:52 pm
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
7!
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:54 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • A castrated Bataar.
Legion win.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:22 am
Nilgün Raad had had enough of the barbaric Lunarian. Not only had he seen her nude (though, admittedly, that was her own fault; she didn’t have to get out of the bath that evening), but he had also snuck up to her in the Academy. The Mongol’s surprise attack had led to a kiss right in the middle of the school’s courtyard where everyone around was witness to the event! Grrrr! Just the though, the mere idea of it, was infuriating! Her first kiss -- right there! The sad thing was that this wasn’t even half of what the boar of a Lunarian had done.
Apparently, in Bataar’s eyes, she was his property. How he managed to justify that was beyond her understanding. She hadn’t done anything to deserve such a treatment - not as far as she understood, at least. Unless he considered seeing her with her hair down enough to warrant her his possession, but she certainly didn’t. If that were the case then the Persian Lunarian would be property of quite a few others around the city. Aside from being his “property” as he put it, she was also a sack of potatoes. A sack of potatoes in the sense that the wrestler wasted no time in grabbing the girl, throwing her over his shoulder, and walking off with her.
The young man’s treatment of her thus far had been less than pleasing in Nil’s eyes, but it got even worse shortly after he had set her down. The young maroon man did the one thing no male was ever supposed to do to a woman: he hit her in the bosom. It wasn’t just a playful, soft hit, either. No, Bat’s hit was a strong, hard punch right to one of the most sensitive parts of her body. ”He—OWW!” She couldn’t help but cry out in pain upon being hit, tiny beads of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Damn it; this was getting ridiculous! Something needed to be done! It was time to settle this once and for all. She was going to put him in his place, and lay him out right then and there in the middle of the Academy courtyard. Maybe then he would think twice before treating her in such a manner.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:36 am
He hadn't put much thought into how to approach the battle, but Bataar believed he was on the right track. Clearly, his hit had been painful. For some reason unbeknownst to Bat, women were overly-sensitive when it came to their mammary glands. That was why he'd immediately hit her there. Obviously, his plan was working. Nilgün looked as if she were in a lot of pain, which was exactly where the Mongol wanted her to be. After all, if he managed to win their wager he'd get free access to the Persian. It seemed like a promising idea.
Never mind that she was already his property. If all else failed, that was certainly a valid claim that he could make. Bat grinned, cracking his knuckles in preparation for the battle to come. If there was one thing he'd learned about Nil in the short time he'd known her, it was that she was going to fight back. He'd have to be ready, because he was planning on winning this time. His prize was going to be absolutely fantastic, and he was planning on keep his eyes on it throughout the fight. It'd be all sorts of bad if she managed to catch him off-guard. Bataar had to stay on top of things here!
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he asked, grinning lazily. There would be more pain on the way, for sure.
Bat perfected his posture, his green eyes glowing as he launched himself in the girl's direction, having every intention to pummel her. Sensitivity no longer mattered here; she'd offered him something for winning, and he had every intention of getting his hands on it. He felt that his determination would be what helped him to win the battle, along with his brute strength.
Bataar had no idea just how wrong he was.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 11:05 am
How typical of him. She should have known that he was going to rush right on into things. That’s just how Bataar was, going in head first without really figuring a plan of action or thinking things through. That was where the two of them differed because, unlike him, she actually took the time to take a few things into consideration. First of all, she assessed her opponent. Noting whom she was up against was key if she ever wanted to figure out how to beat them. Taking in their surroundings followed after that, her attention turning to anything that might be used to her advantage in this battle if it came to the point where she needed them. So far, however, the pink-haired girl was pretty sure she’d be able to take the brown-haired boy on her own.
Bataar’s bark was worse than his bite.
If the Noble had meant to intimidate her when he started to run in her direction, then he had failed. She wasn’t fazed in the slightest, and even if she had been, then she wouldn’t have shown it. A few Lunarians probably would have turned their fins and ran if they had been in her situation, but not Nil. Not only was she going to stand her ground, but she was also going to stand her ground and beat him into a pulp. It was what he deserved.
Her movements were simple and fluid in motion. When Bataar was close enough for her to grab, the Persian extended a hand out and did just that. With a handful of the fabric of his shirt in hand, she then made her next move. Bataar’s right foot was in front when he ran toward her, and his right arm was up as well with which to grab her. The Legionnaire got to him first, however, and thus hindered his movements. She did this by giving him a sharp tug to the left, not one to where she could flip him over her shoulder like in their first battle; just enough to cause him to tumble and do a near face plant into the cobblestone ground of the Academy courtyard. Fighting was never difficult if one knew how to use their enemy's energy against them.
”Yeah,” she sneered, ”just as much as that does, I'm sure.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:08 pm
When it came to most of his actions, impulse ruled. And so it was often that Bat ended up failing; he was not a tactician in any way, shape, or form. His style was never modified to accomadate his opponent, and he certainly made no differentiations based on strengths or weaknesses. None of that mattered in the heat of battle. It was all about those spur-of-the-moment decisions; whatever had potential. A punch here, a kick there; it didn't matter so long as you did a little damage and eventually defeated your enemy. All you needed was a little brute strength.
This was why he was confident that he was on the verge of bowling into Nilgün in order to throw her to the ground and make quick work of their battle. He reached forward to grab her, a barbaric smile playing on his slightly-glossed lips as he extended his fingers. It always shocked him how slowly time moved when he was caught up in a fight; you noticed the tiniest things, such as the insects buzzing among the flowers, or a drop of sweat trickling down your forehead. Perhaps the Mongol would have been better served to keep an eye on his opponent.
He was flying the wrong way.
He put both his hands out, wincing as he hit the cobblestones. He'd just barely avoided a face plant, but that had forced him to make other sacrifices. Twisting and letting his back take the brunt of the force probably hadn't been the smartest thing to do. He coughed, desperately sucking in air as his body assessed the damage done. He was absolutely going to ache the next morning, no matter what he did. The pain was intense even now, and he could tell he had scraped his shoulder-blades through the fabric of his tunic.
"Ouch." he choked, glaring up at Nil.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:51 pm
The Mongol’s declaration of “ouch” made the Persian smirk confidently in satisfaction. Good! She was hoping it hurt when he fell to the ground; that way it would be easier for her to on pummeling him. He clearly hadn’t expected her to react the way she had, not when he had reached his hand out. He thought he was going to be able to grab her, but he had been wrong there. Dead wrong, as could be seen when he toppled into the ground. The young man was underestimating her on every count, it seemed, which was good. As weird as it sounded, that was how she liked it. Scenarios were all the more amusing afterward, especially ones like this where she defeated Lunarians right out from under them.
”Just bow out gracefully,” she commanded more than suggested. ”It’d be more beneficial to you in the long run. Less pain that way.” Although she knew he wouldn’t, there was truth to her words. If the boy just admitted defeat now and gave in, it would hurt less for the both of them later on. Unfortunately, Bataar wasn’t the type of Lunarian to back down in battle, so she had to keep going.
She didn’t wait for him to give a response. Instead, she just went straight back into action. Like in their first battle, she kicked her leg up over her head high up. She then swung it around slightly and moved to bring her heel down right over her opponent’s face. She was going to hit him this time, and knock him out in the process, hopefully. The last time she had tried to do this, he had managed to get out of her way, but he wasn’t going to be so lucky this time. The Legionnaire was sure of it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 7:35 pm
He'd underestimated her, and he was ready to do it again. As far as Bataar was concerned, the situation he'd gotten himself into was all because of some kind of fluke. A freak accident had led to his being on the ground, obviously. There was no way the Persian could have taken advantage of him that easily. What he didn't know was that he was about to learn a serious lesson about making assumptions and generalizations about his opponent. Sadly, though, life lessons weren't exactly his strong suit, and he only realized the moral of the story very rarely.
In this particular case, the moral he concluded on was simple: Never punch a girl in the boobs.
That would only be of marginal help in the future, too, he figured, as he listened to Nil speak. "Pfft. I don't bow!" he snarled, not realizing his blatant misinterpretation. Then again, you could never quite tell with Bataar; in the process of falling, he'd probably bumped his head, and if he hadn't this time, then he'd certainly had his fair share of concussions before today. Whatever the case, he was planning on sticking firmly to his declaration. No mere girl could force him out of a fight! Especially not his own property.
The moment he saw her move her leg, he knew that staying put was not an option. Bataar rolled and twisted, jumping back onto his feet. The movements had been more jerky than graceful, but it had been effective in saving his face. He backed away a little, his eyes remaining on Nil, his mouth turned down in a frown. "You're violent! Just like my one pet rat-- the one who likes to chew on my finger."
Yes, Nilgün would be a worthy acquisition. He was in need of property that could defend itself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 7:59 pm
No.
Oh, hell no.
He did not just compare her to a rat, did he?
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He did –- the jerk.
Nilgün stared at Bataar in disbelief after he told her that she was like his rat. What? There was no way she was the same as some dirty, disease-ridden rat. Those creatures…they were disgusting! She, however, was far from any of those things. Nor was she as violent as he claimed her to be. That was an unfair statement to make, especially considering the scenario the two of them were in. They were battling, after all; of course, she was going to be violent to him! One couldn’t be in a battle, not be violent, and then expect to win. Those types of people always got their asses handed to them, and well…the blue-skinned young woman wasn’t that sort of person.
A scoff graced her lips when he said he didn’t bow. Pfft. That may be case right now, but it wouldn’t be in a few moments. She would make him not only bow out of the battle in her next few moves, but she would also make him literally bow. The Mongol had seemed to forget about the key blow he had made to her earlier, one that wasn’t necessary the most respectable of hits. The punch to the boobs was still fresh in the girl’s mind, and she was going to get him back for it. If he could deliver a low blow to her, than she could most certainly do the same for him. What would it say about her if she didn’t return the favor? That would be entirely too rude.
”You want violent,” Nil asked her companion, deciding that hesitating now would probably mean the loss of an opportunity to attack later. ”I’ll show you violent.” What came next was as low of a blow as anyone could make. The girl’s foot made direct contact with the most sensitive part of the Lunarian boy’s body and not gently, either. She had kicked him fast and hard right in the family jewels. There! That was her payback for earlier, and it was oh, so sweet.
”That is violent.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:24 pm
Bataar actually respected and loved rats. They were his absolute favorite animal, and he regarded them as preferable to all other Lunarians. The small creatures had enraptured him ever since he'd come to the city, and he considered himself to be among their ranks at this point. Many a time had he had the pleasure of taking care of a particularly wonderful rat; the ones that lasted longer knew how to defend themselves! Kind of like Nilgün. Therefore, he considered it a great honor and compliment for him to say such a thing to the female Lunarian.
That wasn't insensitive, was it?
He hadn't thought he'd been telling her he wanted her to be violent. That wasn't the case. It especially wasn't the case while Bat was feeling some of the most intense pain of his life.
The Mongol collapsed to his knees, cradling his crotch and moaning as he processed the excruciating pain. You didn't kick guys there, especially manly men such as Bataar! He was somehow certain that the fact that he was masculine made it hurt all the more. That was all he could assume as he remained there on his knees, in a haze of pain. There was no way in hell he'd be able to get up until at least five minutes had passed. Why was it that no one understood how much this hurt? He'd been kicked here by Jianyu before, but Nil's kick had been a lot harder and more decisive.
"You-- how the <********> could you do that?!" A string of dysphemisms immediately followed his words, with many of the curses incoherent and indeciperable. He didn't care how appalling he sounded at this point; Nilgün had taken advantage of his ultimate weakness, damn it! There was no way in hell that that was legal.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:10 pm
”Simple,” she said, watching him with a stony expression as he writhed in pain, ”You punched me in my most sensitive place, so I kicked you in yours. All I did was return the favor.” She then paused and chuckled in an innocent, girly fashion as if she were amused a joke someone had just told her. ”It was the least I could do.” That was a lie right there. It wasn’t technically the least she could do. Nilgün could do a whole lot more, and she intended to. This battle between the two of them wasn’t over yet, nor would it be until one of them was down for the count.
It was time to make her final move. While the fight between the two of them had started with the Mongol, it was going to end with her. Since Bat was down for the count, she turned away from him and began to take a few steps forward. With any luck, he would think that she was just walking away from him and the fight without any word. That was what she wanted him to think. A second later, however, the girl did something entirely different. In a whirl of movements, she had raised her foot, pivoted on her back heel, and delivered a round kick straight to the temple of her enemy’s head. It was a hard kick, and she knew it. A blow like that was enough to knock a Lunarian out cold, which is what she had intended when she did it to Bat.
With her kick complete, she retracted her foot and got back in a normal sparring position. Her eyes lingered on him, however, just in case. In battle, one could never take their eyes off of the other. Not even for a second.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:33 pm
He did not understand how this was 'returning the favor' at all. Women had no idea about what it was like to own a pair of the family jewels! He was sure they also didn't get his qualms about how, whenever he was kicked too hard there, his voice raised in pitch. That was exactly why he wasn't screeching and shouting at Nil; he had to keep a tight control over his voice. He had to keep a hold on his masculinity! He clamped his mouth shut and sent a vehement glare in the female's direction, both hands still resting carefully on his crotch as if they could do anything to protect it from further attack.
"b***h." he muttered, hatefully, his green eyes narrowing. The pain hadn't gone down one bit since she'd kicked him, and he couldn't help but slowly ease himself onto the ground, hoping that he could somehow earn points by acting as pathetic as he felt. Nilgün wouldn't attack a wounded, defenseless guy-- would she? He grimaced, realizing that she probably wasn't above it. How had he managed to end up losing so badly to a girl? This was a miserable predicament, indeed, and Bat was sure to be humiliated for days to come.
He watched hopefully, almost absolutely certain that the Persian was walking away from the fight. Now that was the right thing to do, as far as the Mongol was concerned. Just let her leave-- please! He couldn't take anymore, not for at least five to ten minutes. His recovery was sure to be perfectly sluggish.
He barely registered the kick as it came, falling unconcious almost immediately as her foot collided with his head. With any luck, he'd have learned something by the time he woke back up again.
It was more likely that he'd be as dumb as ever when he next met with Nilgün.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:04 pm
Finally!
After everything that was said and done between the two of them, the fight was finally over. What had started out as a regular, uneventful day at the Academy had turned out to become much, much more. Who would have thought things would have turned out this way? The Legionnaire certainly didn’t. As far as she was concerned, she would have been perfectly happy just going about her day as she normally did. It wasn’t destined to be that way, though. A bunch of things she could only picture in a dream happened: being swarmed by a bunch of boys, a kiss between a Beauty and a Beast, being compared to not only a sack of potatoes, but a rat, and then one big climactic fight to end it all.
Not bad, Nilgün. Not bad.
A pang of guilt washed over her as she gazed down at Bataar. He was in front of her, immobile and unconscious. Maybe she had taken things a little too far? Did it have to come down to all of that? Other thoughts bounced back and forth in her mind as well. If she hadn’t gone through with these sorts of actions, then he probably would have. Bataar wanted to beat her. He wanted to win the wager, but in the end, it just wasn’t in the cards. Things could only get even more interesting from here on out. What, with her having beaten him, he would definitely seek some form of payback. She would have to stay on her toes, vigilant and alert.
Her grandparents were not going to be pleased to find their granddaughter home late. Nil grimaced at the thought as she smoothed out her clothing. Her gaze was off of the fallen Lunarian now, and her attention turned elsewhere. She couldn’t go home looking a mess – that would be even more suspicious. With her clothes smoothed out, the blue female then pulled out a small bottle of her signature lip-gloss and applied it to her lips. She then smiled once she was done and dropped her eyes to look back down at Bataar.
”Don’t take it personally, babe,” she told him, regardless of the fact that he couldn’t hear a word she said. ”I just did what I had to do to keep you from winning.”
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