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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:12 pm
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
11!
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:15 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • Kotone's win.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:22 pm
She’d troubled him so much. Knowing this, Kotone felt very ashamed. Her mind took in his deep breath, his sigh, all the while feeling sorry for all the mayhem she had brought upon him. And, her shame in turn robbed her of her voice. She didn’t know where her voice was going as she responded to his thanks with just barely audible, seemingly broken up words like she was about to cry, “I-I’m sorry.”
He told her not to do it again and that’s when her voice was for certain out of order at that moment since her ‘yes’ was stuck at her throat as though fearful. So instead of using her voice she replied to his stern order with a nod of her head, expressing her wholehearted affirmative.
She was grateful for his mercy. She wished she could compensate him somehow. She look petrified, like a deer in headlights as she pondered desperately for a thought on how she could offer him something, anything, help him relieve his stress. She stood rooted to her spot as he glared at her and then went on his way. She didn’t avert her eyes despite how seemingly scared she looked. All the while before he turned away she was subconsciously memorizing his features in urgency, there existing a hope, a thought on wanting to compensate him another day if she didn’t think of something to compensate him in these instances that were left of their interaction today. But she feared there wouldn’t ever be another day they’d meet and she could compensate him then. And this thought had her hurrying toward the exit herself, after him at first, but then she caught herself and recognized she should not continue to follow after him and pester him.
Little did Kotone know there was much more in store for them that day. That those instances of parting in the apparel shop were not their last together.
She had resolved not to follow him and she had in fact followed through with this. However, he was headed the same direction she was and this did not escape her notice. She next decided that in the time they happened to be passing in the same direction, she had that timeframe to try to decide of a means of compensation.
Their route for the day was really turning out quite similar she further found as more seconds and then minutes passed. And then the light bulb in her mind lit up all of a sudden and she called out to him, her characteristically soft voice was not drowned out as they were in a secluded area that she didn’t know he was aware of as well, “Um, sir, excuse me again..” Her questioning voice shook ever so slightly with her nagging insecurity but also reflected her eagerness towards the idea that suddenly came to her mind through the amount of somewhat noticeable force it had to it when she delivered it. Her hands had clasped each other as she called for the green and yellow clad Lunarian’s attention. She held her clasped hands against her abdomen nervously, not sure if she had spoken loudly enough to have been heard and wondered if she should try calling out to him again. Her physical state began bracing itself as it would in her habit during her preparing, readying herself for battle.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:49 am
Disgrace sat on his shoulders while he angrily made his way back out into the street. It had been a humiliating day and now was slowly progressing its way into a humiliating evening. The girl had seemed fearful of him which made him hopeful that she wouldn't cross his path again. Never had he felt so wronged. Naturally at the Academy he was often singled out by girls, but that was just nonsense. Though the girl may have not been intending to be malicious, Cais felt she had made the fool out of him. (A lingering voice in his head told he may have had something to do with it, but ignored the thought and continued on his way.)
"The nerve..." he muttered, shaking his head as he passed down a crowded inn. Normally when he was upset he would wander home and brood in his room but still heightened by the events prior. He needed something to get his mind off of it, anything. His pace was quick and his eyes sharp, he bit his lip delicately in a failing attempt to check his swelling emotions. He turned a corner to a lot, which by looks of it recently belonged to a house which had seen a house fire, continuing to walk past as part of a randomized path. That's when hear heard a familiar voice quiver out into the open. He stopped slowly, groaning loudly.
Turning back at her his hands were at his side, clenching tightly into fists due to frustration. "Are you following me now?" he asked, shooting a frown her way. "Haven't you done enough?" His inquisitive nature was taking hold though he remained strong, what DID she want?
His eyes settled on her, she seemed different. The girl in the shop had been timid, though still not innocent herself she was innocent seeming. Or at least this was he had gathered from her. But this was different. She looked taller, confident... the wheels in her head turning as she looked on him. He felt perturbed by this fact, noticing the change and looking her stance over. He blinked, his body tensing to match his fists. "What DO you want?" He asked, forcefully enough to hear his voice echo back the commanding question. His tense stance remained as his eyes settled on her.
One thing was for certain, Cais was never going to go sock shopping again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 10:25 am
“Um,” Kotone became hard up with words once again. Her face scrunched slightly, furrowed brows implying a feeling of desolation as she looked somewhat pained in expression. Shame, shame, shame. Racked with another wave of insecurities, shame dominated her mind, distracting her from pulling out words to respond with. Her clasped hands had traveled down from where they were against her abdomen to clutch at the ends of her skirt, scrunching the material as her hands alternated between loosening and tightening on the edges, struggling to cope with the situation involving factors in and out of her mind.
Was she following him, he had asked her. It was the same question that had occurred to her, provided by the haunting doubt that constantly delighted in preying on her mind, while she had been walking behind him on the same path. As minutes passed, she had begun looking about her as they walked on, uncertainties in her motives growing and growing. Her mind had used her anxiety yet again to warp, manipulate the view on reality she was observing for her to question. She walked her usual brisk steps, but her nervous mind had her wondering if she was speeding up to keep up with the green-haired Lunarian. The path was the usual she walked to get to Kiriryu, her family’s koto shop, but her mind was wondering if she was just avoiding other paths she knew to get to her destination. She had then next transitioned to trying to recall other paths she knew, but in her self-inflicted flustered state she had succumbed to herself in heightening, remembering different routes became a difficult and challenging thing at the moment.
It was the grassy lot that disturbed her preoccupation in her insecure thoughts and that had prompted in her the idea that had her call out to him. And now that he had brought up again the likelihood that she had been following him, she felt guilty as charged. She had wondered so, she thought, and he had wondered so as well and therefore that must be the case, it must be true that she had been following him. If she had tried harder, her mind reasoned further in support of her guilt, she could have taken another route to the shop she was headed to.
"What DO you want?"
“I-I..” Kotone yelled inwardly at herself to come on and think. She had her hands let go of her skirt at the next instant which shifted to fists beside her thighs as she blurted out, “P-please, sir, l-let’s..” She swallowed as her eyes closed hard for a moment, angry at how flimsy she was finding herself, mentally ordering herself to remember she had a backbone in her body and to use it, “Let’s fight each other!” She had straightened up more and taken a step forward, eyes shooting open, when she issued her last phrase, her demand. Her voice carried more force than she had really intended, but her features, form, and tone seemed that they were also as pleading as they were challenging as her recklessness and self-doubt shone out, and thus, held plenty to render skepticism with.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:55 pm
Observing the young girl fumble over her words was embarrassing. To forever know the shame of how she had made a fool out of him infuriated Cais. Staring at her hands clutching tightly to her skirt reminded him of a child clinging to it's mother. It was as of she was purposely doing it, rubbing salt deeper into the wound of his shame. Gritting his teeth he could no longer take her steady decline into stammering. "Look, just-" he began, turning his body away from her with a step back towards the road.
"Let's fight each other!" she exclaimed, stopping the boy dead in his tracks.
"Excuse me?" he asked, taking notice of the stiffening of her body. "You want to fight me?" Of all the crazy things he had heard, could she truly be so dense?
Around them the fleeting rays of the sun were quickly disappearing while a cold wind picked up in the lot, blowing forward the night. It was nearly upon them, and almost every Lunarian knew what that meant; once night was crossed there was no going back. It was too perfect. Cais grinned and moved into a basic fighting position, facing her with determined eyes. It was amusing to say the least, a smirk crossing over where his grin had been.
"Mother always told me I shouldn't fight girls," he began, dropping further into his stance, "but for you I'll gladly make an exception."
With such a statement it was painfully apparent that his shame and anger had won out in the end to common sense. He was ignoring the fact she was a girl at this point, only the blind idea that he had been wronged was driving him. Only now he had been given an opportunity to redeem himself. Adrenaline pumping, he was growing impatient. Tonight would be the night... or so he thought.
A certain cockiness had crept into his voice, "Are you sure you want to fight a trained Noble?" Often Cais never found himself deeply involved with the political struggles in Lunaria. He had only known his side through his parents, but even he was aware of the reputation. For the first time he felt compelled to announce his side, even if something of that nature mattered little to his opponent. Now it was out in the open, hanging over the tension. With his stance hardening his eyes met hers, "Ladies first."
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:20 pm
As she was watching and listening to the green and yellow clad Lunarian, Kotone felt a tugging feeling in her mind that he and she were not exactly on the same page.
Was she sure she wanted to fight him, he had asked. He was a trained Noble, he had claimed. He was willing to fight her and he was letting her go first since she was a woman.
Her expression and stance from when she had issued her challenge had remained unchanged as she was processing all this. This was mainly due to an inward tug-of-war of types of responses. She was sure she wanted to fight him. Was the reason he mentioned his alliance not just because he only meant to inform her that he was trained? In this she felt puzzled. That he was willing to fight her, she felt glad. And finally, that he was letting her go first due to her being a woman, she felt torn.
She was torn because perhaps it was etiquette he was referring to. However, she wanted to prioritize on being as much help to him as she could in him relieving as much stress as possible from their fight. So, then wouldn't the stress relieving potential of the fight for him not be able to be maximized if he had to consider etiquette toward her? So, then, wouldn't it be okay to tell a white lie to maximize said stress relieving potential of the fight for him? This was how the wheels of Kotone's eccentric mind was turning at this moment.
And in the next instance, she initiated her odd plot drawing from recollections of the past to try to execute the plan she had spontaneously put together. "S-sir, I-I actually, actually I'm a man," Kotone began stuttering again when she was giving her lie, resisting the urge to clutch the ends of her skirt with her hands again, "I-I'm a cross-dressing man. So, please don't worry about ladies first and all." Assuming the green-haired Lunarian would much rather fight her if she was a man to relieve as much of his stress as possible, then a man she was willing to pretend to be at the moment. "I really am a man," she had then put up her dukes, finding the facade she was attempting much easier to cope with as she had further positioned herself for battle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:14 pm
Cais blinked. "A what?" he asked, utterly surprised by the outlandish statements. Cais had always felt he had a strong gender awareness, something that never came into question... until now. Now he was dumbfounded and could only stare in pure wonder. The confusion was not just out of the question of gender, but also if it was a lie what purpose did she have to lie?
While the sky morphed from the light pink hues of the sunset into the pale blue of the early night there was a stillness which took hold over the lot they stood in. His confusion was considerably gripping him, keeping him glued to his spot while his eyes darted over "her". It piqued his curiosity, was the young girl before him really a girl? Or a guy? "What are you getting at with this?" he asked, trying to get a grip over his lost composure.
Annoyance was the least of his problems at this point. Regardless of what her true intention had been, Cais was feeling even more lost and less than himself than he had before. Rather than fuming his mind was lost in a labyrinth of questions. While he stood he could feel his feet slowly sinking into the dampening grass while far off a chorus of crickets had began their nightly chirping. If anything was going to happen it was now or never. Swallowing his confusion Cais took a strong step forward, his emotions retreating back to "ebb".
There was an electrifying buzz in the air around him. Though the nature of the situation was that of tension and anger, Cais could feel an elation moving through his body; an enjoyment he hadn't known before creeping into his psyche. It was an odd sensation, but he was glad of it.
"Well, then let's dispense of these pleasantries." he said, returning to a solid stance, "Whatever you may be, if you don't want to go first then I will."
Secretly he was still on about whether she was lying or not, a curiosity met with impatience. He figured the best way to find out would be to get close to her. Not precisely a profound idea, but it would serve his purpose if it all went according to plan. If anything at least his curiosity would be sated. And there was still the matter of his pride... it was far too late to back off now. Shifting his weight down to a low center of gravity he stared at her, waiting for their eyes to meet and thus begin what promised to be a good skirmish.
He took a deep breath and counted. Tense seconds rolled by slowly and Cais began to count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5- at 5 their eyes met. Taking to his cue Cais took to a sprint towards her, feeling the wind billow through his clothes as he closed the distance quickly. Time seemed to slow as he grew closer, his adrenaline reaching its peak. Thump thump. His heart was racing faster than it ever had before.
Quickly, he threw his fist punch, aiming for her stomach to knock her back. What little weight he could put into it powered it, slowly moving closer to its target. Perhaps it wasn't the most prudent target he could have taken, but in his mind at least if he missed he might solve the mystery. He heaved forward, pleading with his fist as it drew ever closer to her. Please make contact.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:05 pm
"What are you getting at with this?"
Despite having formulated the ideas she was currently putting into action, she had difficulty putting the words into sentences she could relay to the Noble and explain. Part of the reason she was having trouble with this was that she had to juggle thinking up how to try and give a proper explanation while keeping alert for if the Noble decided on striking first. How should she explain, a starting point for an explanation kept eluding her and so no words left her in the time she was trying to think. It had been as though she had suddenly turned into a statue in her steady stance, that may possibly be mistaken for her simply waiting for him to strike. She felt angry at herself for having been unable to produce a clear explanation in response.
Then when he claimed the first strike and went for it, her mind had still jolted with slight surprise to transition to fully focusing on the fight. Her thoughts embraced battle mode and excitedly allowed her to be consumed by the challenge so as to react to it with zealous attempts. Swiftly she prepped herself for an array of possible responses that her mind cooked up, the reason for readying herself for more than one option was influenced by a mix of her self-doubting and reckless creativity. She would have gained a more promising approach had she stuck with prepping and solidly deciding on one idea. She had swiftly unsheathed the staff at her right side with a pull up at a diagonal by her left hand. Block or dodge? She only managed to decide at the last minute.
He was fast. She had just barely dodged him. Her staff still remaining unused, she darted to the opposite direction for several meters before making an abrupt change of direction once again, her free hand’s fingertips made to reach but only hovering inches over the ground after the low transition. And then she charged back at him, aiming for either his upper back or upper chest just below his neck as her target. Extend, she desperately, inwardly voiced the singular word, which was promptly succeeded with her staff elongating at a diagonal. Planting itself behind her on the ground and sending her speedily flying forward, going for an airborne kick with both her feet. Her form was curled at first and then unfurled as she neared him. The uncurled position intended for her kick in the air upon impact resembled if one was laying on their side on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:33 pm
Surprise was the word Cais would use. Surprise and awe. He had always thought himself a fast one, but she actually managed to dodge him. Following her with his eyes Cais was stunned at her agility. Moving into a defensive position, keeping his eyes locked on her. When she began her approach he assumed he was ready. Even if she had her pole, it was one of those situations he had been taught about, one he had prepared for.
Therein lied the problem when she was suddenly in the air. Cais watched in disbelief as the pole extended, propelling her straight for him. Not even a fully trained Noble could properly dodge something moving so quickly. In a flash he tensed as much as he could, taking in the pain of her foot colliding with his chin. "UNG!" the sound rang out as he fell off to the side. Though he had tried his best to brace the pain still caused a rippling effect, first stinging his face then settling with a ringing in his head. With a quick jump he was back to his feet, but over his chin he held a hand to check the damage. He could feel throbbing in his face... a deep, agonizing pain that in all his experience could only compare to hitting his chin on one of the glass tables his family had worked on. Only in this case his pride would be bruised too.
Breathing hard he continued to recover as quickly as possible. For him, losing this fight meant the loss of much more, but he didn't want to think about failure unless it came time to meet it. Spitting off to the side he wiped his mouth clean, an evil glare shot towards the girl.
Desperately he wanted to egg "her" on he opened his mouth but at the last minute stopped himself. At this point he only only slipped further into confusion and was starting to see how her claims could be substantiated. Taking another stance and ignoring the pain radiating from his body he charged her again. The only advantage he seemed to have at this point was that she had just steadied herself. A perfect opportunity. Once in range he lunged, taking two swings to her left and right sides. The aim was to hit her shoulders, but at this point Cais could care less where he hit her, just that he did. A blind fury was slowly coming to fruition, he grunted and growled as the fists moved forward.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:41 pm
In her recklessness, Kotone had forgotten an important aspect of her attack: the landing. The reality of this struck her as she was falling and unfortunately the first thing that occurred to her was to look down on herself for having forgotten, how foolish she was for doing so, rather than think of a landing solution first. It was habit in her body from numerous spars that aided her in dampening the effects of a poorly gone about landing. She’d landed in a frog like position, preventing herself from a pancake-like splat. Momentum then caused her to roll back and in reflex flipped via a roll on her right shoulder. And that’s when her luck in landing ended as she scrapped her right knee briefly before lifting it while skidding further back, wincing at her knee‘s hiss of pain.
Once she stood back up again, she had little time to think as she found her opponent charging at her again. The fist headed her way had her jump back on impulse to muffle the blow as a last resort before the collision. “Umph!“ the exclamation sharply escaped her. Her left upper arm stung, having been hit from her turning some in the air, and she was sure that if she hadn‘t managed to muffle the full extent of the blow this pain would have been tenfold.
But, both her hands had next gripped near both ends her staff that had been returned to its original length and then blocked the fist thrown at her right shoulder with her staff. “Hmp,” no doubt about it, each of his blows pack a surely exemplary punch, she felt certain. He was very fast and strong as well. Trained, indeed he was, very well-trained in combat.
So far, two deep blackish purple bruises, one on one knee with cuts slightly trickling with blood and the other on one arm that she was more aware of discomforting her, were dealt for her to be reminded of this battle as she will be checking on the progress of their healing and transferring their memorable mark into and so as to strengthen the battle’s vividness in her mind upon recollections.
She pressed on despite the aches, sending her right fist to strike the Noble’s cheek, coming in from where she had previously ended up nearly directly at his left side. But, she missed. However, another idea switch in her odd, imaginative and spar-loving mind was flipped on and she executed a quick advance of almost sideways-like shuffling of steps closer to the Noble so that she sent her right elbow back, aiming to strike now the soft part of his face below his right cheekbone.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:20 pm
Feeling the hardness of her staff break his fist away from laying a second blow forced Cais to back off momentarily, watching the girl reel from his first blow. It was a relatively quick recovery, she came with a hard fist of her own and swiped at him, missing as he stepped back away from her. There was a pull-and-tug style of fighting. Cais was tired of the attempted "pull" of his opponent and went in for another attack...
...Only to have his face smashed into by a rogue elbow. CRACK! The bone hit his flesh hard, causing a rippling effect throughout his body.."Ooof!" The sound escaped his mouth as he took a fall nearby, tumbling a few times across the grass, holding his cheek in agony. Foolishly blindsided by his one-blow victory he had walked right into another sharp hit to his face. Aggravation was apparent on his face as he slowly pulled himself from the ground. Inside his mouth his cheek had been pinched by his teeth and had caused a tear. Warm blood filled his mouth and he spit again, hoping as hard as he could he hadn't lost a tooth.
The pain was a sensation he hadn't quite gotten used to. Somehow it brought him closer the reality of it all. Numbness was slowly settling in mixed with a throbbing which still resonated from his chin. The ends justify the means, he told himself. With a hateful stare he grunted towards her. The pain in his face wasn't the entire picture anymore. He could feel the skin on his calves burned by the grass below him. Tiny cuts were all over and his knees were already raw by rubbing against it. He was learning quickly the importance of it, but for now kept his thoughts to the task at hand.
"You think you're clever, huh?!" He yelled at her, moving stray hairs from his face. On his right cheek a bruise was slowly forming. That would be difficult to explain back home, but this was a matter of pride. Not waiting a moment longer he moved back at her with what speed he could muster. Sneaking to her side he managed a horizontal kick directed at her lower back. Cais was done being made a fool of, now things had gotten serious; girl or guy, Cais would not let it go until he was the victor.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 7:05 pm
Clever?? She didn't realize she hadn't responded to him since her mind was preoccupied. The blow dealt by the Noble on her arm really, really, really hurt! No matter how hard Kotone tried to think past the pain of it, it persisted to be glaringly evident to her. Her physical defense was horrible, sad but true. She really needed to further work on dealing with hits, given that landing just a few effective blows on her was enough to knock her unconscious. Her insecurities were creeping up on her again that she wasn’t warrior material, however her mind swatted her diffidence away desperately. Her expression was stern as she took deep but not desperate breathes, as of yet anyway her self-doubt went again causing her to space out for a moment as she inwardly fought off the distraction of doubtfulness. While the capability of her body in taking hits was dreadful, her endurance was in more decent shape.
Then, it dawned on her that she lost track of him. And next, he was sending her a kick from her side and she gasped sharply in alarm as bodily reflex took over, speedily pushing off and jumping to the side to roll forward on the grass. And this was swiftly followed by a low swivel of her feet on the ground to face him. It was not her skill that was largely responsible and saved her then, but 99.9% her feeling of self-preservation and luck, luck, luck that did it. It was evident to her that she was lacking and still so very far away from being a truly competent fighter.
But, she had promised to put up a good fight for him and she wanted to put up a good fight for herself as a step toward improvement as a fighter and so, she wouldn’t give up trying.
The swivel was prep before the attack. Her staff could help amplify the force of her blows by elongation, however, at her current caliber she could only lengthen her staff with a spell with thirty minutes between each spell. So, effective executions of unarmed moves were her aims to try to deal damage most of the time. She charged him immediately after the swivel and sent a kick right below his neck on his upper body again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 7:43 pm
Cais watched her tumble after his foot had made contact. With a grin on his face he expected her to fall flat, but it was wiped clean as she caught herself and swiveled back to face him. It made him curse under his breath. How infuriating. He thought, keeping a fixated look on her. She was injured, it was plain for him to see. Just like her, he too was feeling the sweet sting of pain echo throughout his body. His cheek felt like he had fallen on hot coals while a pool of blood was forming in his mouth. (Which he attributed to being a cut cheek rather than a lost tooth, he blamed his own teeth for that.) Spitting again, he growled, their eyes meeting.
In the brief moment of her swivel he could hear his brother's words echoing in his head. Telling him to be a man, continue the fight, win. It was maddening to think all of the trouble had started because of a single girl stealing his most prized possession. He was feeling more than shame now. Pain, disappointment... it was a waterfall of emotion that poured down over him. It left his actions slower and his reaction time suffered greatly for it. "Damn you." he muttered, balling his fists and moving to attack her again, this time hoping to keep her down for good. "This game is over!" he shouted loudly towards her, taking a defiant step forward.
A quick flash of motion moved against him. She was quick, though injured. Cais had little more than two seconds to react, both of which failed him. "NNG!" he let out as her foot met his chin, he felt his entire body arch backwards as his head made a cracking sound as it moved back. Falling quickly to the ground he landed with a hard thud, his head smashed down into the tough dirt below him. He was shocked, his eyes wide, glaring up at her.
With great determination he attempted to roll to his side to get up once more, but failed miserably as sharp pains erupted down his spine. He felt like a turtle, but far more vulnerable as his enemy was standing above him. The wound on the inside of his mouth made him gurgle while the dull pain of his bruises settled in, but in all truth it was her final blow that left him dumbfounded and unable to recover. Cais was terrible at coping with defeat, but with his injuries could only muster a look of hatred towards her.
What seemed like a nice day had ended terribly, even more so than when it had just been his hat that had suffered. Now it was far more personal, now he had been defeated by her, ushering in an entirely new wave of shame to wash over him. How could he have let it happen? Where did he go wrong? Groaning he leaned his head back. "Fine, you win." he muttered, growling, "But don't think... this is the end of it..." His words were stern and he looked back up towards her. "I swear it..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:52 am
After her kick landed, Kotone nearly jumped back. However, she didn’t do so when she noticed something was off. This Noble’s recovery in comparison to his others seemed different and in a second she realized why this was so. He couldn’t get up though he was clearly struggling to. Her expression was puzzled as well as strained with her trying hard to understand what was going on as she looked at him.
She then felt a sudden pang of pain on her lower back. She discovered that she had in fact only muffled his kick and not dodged it. The pain of her previous injuries had not made the hit apparent to her until now that she could more clearly pinpoint where exactly the sources of the overall pain she was feeling in her whole being were on her body. She already began to see herself with certainty in her mind walking and all the rest of this day, the day after, and so on while her body aches persistently for a time. Already this had begun with her standing like this. Also, Kotone’s breathes were still deep from their fight.
Seeing his expressions as he looked back at her, she had the sinking feeling that he was more troubled now than right after they’d left the apparel shop.
Then, her train of thoughts had been briefly interrupted by his words. She had won?? Her mind next formulated a plausible explanation for this. While she had just been lucky in today’s fight, he had probably just been unlucky in it on his end. This is why she gave a resolute nod at the end of his words. She wanted to fight him again having improved as an aspiring truly competent fighter.
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