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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:48 pm
 
In which both Captains attempt to beat the crap outta each other.
WHO WILL WIN?!
Setting:
Up in the North.
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kuropeco generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:49 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
REALLY, DICE? REALLY? A DRAW?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 8:02 pm
It was one thing to be sitting on the ground sharing a small portion of food with a close friend.
It was quite another thing to be sitting on the ground, in the middle of a battle, as two Captains of opposite alliances squabbling over meat like two four year olds.
They were probably not making the best impression. In fact, if anything, Jianyu had been prepared to brush the whole thing off. Perhaps attempt to convince his men that they had been hallucinating, or provide some sort of lame excuse to his superiors about forgetting his place or something to that extent. In all honesty, he had fully intended to simply walk away and let Bataar do the same.
That was, in fact, until his best friend's fist collided with the side of his face. Jianyu did not even have time to register the surprise as stars suddenly exploded behind his eyes and he found himself staggering backwards abruptly. A few of his men dived to keep him from falling, but he shoved them aside, staggering back to his feet. For few moments he just stood there, staring at Bataar, his eyes wide with shock. First came the surprise. Then the roiling indignity.
He hit me!
"F***ING b*****d I'LL KILL YOU!"
Needless to say Jianyu had quite missed slamming his fist into Bataar's stomach. So he took great pleasure in doing just that.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:35 am
Bataar was supposed to be a figure that struck fear into the hearts of thousands, as he saw it. Sharing a snack with another legionnaire captain wasn't scary at all and that was, apparently, a problem. That was why he refused to brush any of this off-- his men needed a good example of a beat-down and Jianyu seemed just right for it! A good old-fashioned fist-fight would probably do the job as well as anything else and Bat derived a great deal of satisfaction from the fact that his fist had connected rather well with the side of the legionnaire's face.
Jianyu's declaration only served to pump Bat up, and he grinned, gasping desperately for breath the next moment as his stomach was targeted. There was, needless to say, no way in hell to look good after having one's stomach pounded. The Mongol probably looked like a fish out of water right now, too, which certainly served to piss him off. Jianyu ought to have taken his beating silently, without objection! He owed Bat that much, didn't he?
"NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST!" Bataar roared, about ready to decapitate his friend. He groped for his sword with his good hand, brandishing it rather dangerously in Jianyu's face before bringing it down swiftly to slap the other man upside the head with the flat of the weapon. He suspected it might have been a blow painful enough to get his point over, at least.
To tell the truth, he was actually having a bit of fun-- this was just like old times had been and Bat fully expected to win again!
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 5:12 pm
Jianyu was quite pleased that his punch to Bataar's stomach had managed to hit its mark. He had the great Noble Captain doubled over and sputtering for breath, which made Jianyu absurdly (and somewhat dementedly) happy.
At least until he found himself staring at the sharp, pointed tip of the Mongol's sword. He hadn't expected that, really. The other man was a close friend of his, and while they were on different sides, they had somehow managed to work around that. Jianyu knew very well that the last thing he wanted was for Bataar to die, despite every contradiction and blaring inconsistency and oddness about their friendship. So the fact that Bataar was jabbing a sword in his face was distinctly not nice. Jianyu scowled.
"Put that thing aw - OW!"
Apparently Bataar did not want to kill him either; either that, or he was just a terrible swordsman, since the other man had proceeded to smack him across the top of his head with the sword, rather than run him through with it. The blunt metal made Jianyu's head ring, stars exploding behind his eyes. Staggering a bit, his hand groped at his upper thigh, slipping into the small case strapped there. His fingers closed around the cold metal of one of his bolts, and with a death glare at Bataar (and once his head had stopped spinning), Jianyu leapt towards the other man, swinging his leg up in a swift roundhouse kick to the side of the Mongol's head.
"JUST TRY IT YA DAMN b*****d - !!"
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:27 am
Bataar set his jaw, his eyes flashing with determination-- he would win! He was, after all, fighting in front of his men. Beyond that, he wanted to do his best to at least enjoy the battle and to find amusement in such things as Jianyu's shocked expression upon his unsheathing his sword. Clearly, the Mongol wasn't in the mood to kill his best friend, however, as taboo as that thought might have seemed to the multiple men watching.
Bat grinned, watching Jianyu's reaction to being unexpectedly smacked upside the head. He was too entertained to even notice the fact that the Legionnaire had slipped his hand into a case, and was more concerned about the kick that has just been targeted at his damned face. Unfortunately, it connected, and Bat was left with what may have been a concussion(although, truth be told, he wasn't sure his brain would fill up his head if it swelled).
Recovering as much as he could, as quickly as he could, Bat leveled a glare at his friend. "I THINK I WILL!" and it would've been a shriek on his part if he hadn't been so damned manly in the first place.
The Mongol proceeded to feint with his sword, his green eyes glowing with as much rage as he could muster. If he could make it look as if he actually wanted to injure Jianyu, perhaps the other man would give up and beg for his forgiveness! Bat didn't seem to get that this absolutely was not going to happen and continued on, trying to look as stabbity as was humanly possible.
It was another one of his brilliant ideas that definitely wasn't going to work out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 1:01 pm
Jianyu was not about to let Bataar win; not after so long. It had been months since they had even spoken last, and now, after finally reconciling, Bataar was attempting to run him through with his sword - how utterly delightful and just like Bataar, Jianyu thought with some exasperation, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the Mongol. It was strange, however, how very familiar this all felt; it was as if they had simply fallen back into their old routine, easily and without so much as a second thought.
Except their old routine involved attempting to beat the living s**t out of each other. Clearly their priorities were skewed.
Jianyu was quite satisfied with the ringing thunk that emitted as his foot connected with the side of Bataar's head. For once, he'd managed to get a dead on hit, and was really very pleased with himself as his best friend staggered around moaning piteously before glaring at him. He jabbed the sword towards him, and Jianyu dodged it, darting to the side.
"Are you seriously trying to stab me?!" he screeched, twisting around as yet another jab came his direction. This one managed to catch his side a bit, a thin sliver of blood beginning to show beneath the torn cloth. "You...absolute...moron!"
This was all grunted out between clenched teeth, and Jianyu, feeling spiteful over the fact that his best friend had just tried to stab him with his sword, charged towards Bataar, grabbed him by the shoulders, and proceeded to kick him as hard as he could in the groin.
"STUPID BATAAR - !! "
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 1:47 pm
Bataar continued to feint with his sword, aware of the many eyes that must have been upon him in that moment. Beyond that, Jianyu was looking and sounding confused about his attempts to stab him. In his own special way, Bat thought, he was doing his good friend a service-- he would have a fantastic scar to go home with if the Mongolian man had his way! At the thought of this, he couldn’t help but flash a rather bloodthirsty sort of grin as he charged yet again, brandishing his sword in a manner that was, perhaps, a tad bit on the clumsy side. In any case, he’d drawn some blood, which had encouraged weak cheers from his befuddled men.
”Yes I’m trying to stab you! You’re a legionnaire, remember?” Bat cried, looking pleased with the fact that this made so much damned sense. In truth, it was good to get back to this routine of dealing out pain to his friend. Jianyu probably just wasn’t right unless Bat chose to beat up on him fairly often, after all! The Mongol had always prided himself on knocking the other captain’s head just right so that he might, well, you know, sleep better at night or something. There had to be some benefit to these endless quarrels!
There was no way that he was seeing that benefit, however, when Jianyu aimed a kick at him-- right where it happened to hurt. Bataar promptly fell upon the ground, placing his hands very protectively over his family jewels, barely preventing his eyes from tearing up a little. How the hell did Jianyu expect him to perpetuate his family line if he kept doing s**t like this!
”That’s low, Jianyu.” he moaned, working on getting his a** back up. ”Even for you.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 6:41 am
It had been a very low blow to do what he had done, especially since Bataar had collapsed to the ground with a pained expression, looking as if he wanted to whimper. His hands were now protectively covering his...well, family jewels, as Bataar liked to call them, and he was looking back up at Jianyu with a look of despair.
Jianyu shrugged, fighting a smile - he supposed he shouldn't have been this amused, especially since they were in the middle of a fight and were attempting to beat each other up the way good friends did. However, he had finally managed to get one up on Bataar, even if it had been done in quite a dirty move. Bataar was right; it was low, even for him, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Jianyu stepped over to the Mongol, crouching above him in a defensive stance and poked the arrow in his hand at Bataar's neck, lifting a brow.
"You're right;" he said, quite conversationally, and a devilish smirk crossed his face. "It was low. But it worked, didn't it?"
Then he reared his fist back, preparing to swing it directly into his best friend's face.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 12:21 am
Bataar was currently feeling deeply injured, all in all. If there was one place he didn’t like Jianyu going near in battle, this was definitely it. He was on the ground for a few more moments before he finally felt the motivation to roll over, clutching at the knife that was normally tied around his waist(usually meant for cutting fingernails; he didn’t think it had ever actually drawn blood) as he shot a caustic glare to the man that he usually considered to be his best friend. He wanted to end this damned battle with his dignity intact, which was important considering that his men were probably watching his every move.
The arrow at his neck was more than enough to royally piss Bat off, and he sliced into it with the knife in his hand, allowing himself a scary sort of animalistic sound as he did it. Growls and battle cries were always great to use, in the Mongol’s opinion. ”Oh, it worked, did it.” he spat, still looking a bit on the pale side as he continued to recover from the blow that the other man had so cruelly delivered. ”Unfortunately, that’s the only thing that tends to work.” he muttered angrily, his face darkening. This was too much, even if he was friends with Jianyu.
The behemoth was almost glad, however, that he was currently on the ground and rolled rather effectively as Jianyu’s fist came plummeting down. From there, he decided his best bet was probably to stand up and try to pummel the other man as best he could while he was still in the so-called spotlight. ”Try not to beg too much while I’m killing you!” he huffed, clearly offended by the other captain’s tactics thus far. He then aimed his own fist at the other man’s stomach.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 7:28 pm
Jianyu watched Bataar draw the knife, lifting his brows with a wary amusement. He had never exactly been stabbed by the Mongol - though they fought each other with a ridiculous amount of hitting, kicking, tripping, choking, hair pulling, elbowing, and kneeing, they had never actually done anything that would constitute as being truly painful; or rather, anything that would cause lasting pain. Jianyu knew full well that though he was jabbing an arrow at Bataar's neck, he would not actually stab him with it.
He sincerely hoped Bataar held the same sort of feelings.
"I've lost many times to you, Bataar," said Jianyu, still rather cheerfully. "Can't a man wish to win at least on - ouch!"
Bataar had rolled beneath him, Jianyu's punch missing and slamming into the hard packed dirt ground instead, and he let out a string of obscenities, his knuckles now bruised and sore. He clambered to his feet, still swearing, and almost didn't see the other man's fist as it came towards him. Fortunately, however, Jianyu caught site of it just in time, along with Bataar's grumbled words, and managed to pivot hastily sideways. The blow caught him against the side, throwing him off balance, and Jianyu toppled back over; however, not before he had swung a leg out and caught Bataar around the ankles, yanking him down down with him. He landed with a not so pleasant thud on the ground, his head hitting a tree root.
Most of the men had edged away, out of earshot, though still watching with confused and slightly wary expressions as their Captains attempted to throttle each other. "You can't kill me," Jianyu gasped, out of breath, on his back. "Just admit it - you like me too much to kill me.".
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 5:38 am
The knife was much more for show than anything else. Bat made sure to glance over to his men, who looked faintly impressed by his nerve in pulling out the weapon. They would be alright so long as Jianyu acted dead, after all. There was no telling how he ought to communicate this to the other man, who seemed to be caught up in a bit of a rage due to punching the damned ground. ”Serves you right!” the behemoth snapped, doing his best not to laugh his a** off. He considered himself a natural-born winner, after all, which his friend was going to have to face sooner or later(sooner being the much better option).
Bat was actually about to go, facing the fact that he’d obviously won when he found himself in a bit of a predicament-- he was now on the ground. This was definitely not where the party was, as far as the muscular captain was concerned. He lifted his knife threateningly, wondering how best he ought to pretend-stab Jianyu and decided to go for the classic armpit. ”Just act dead.” the Mongol advised, smirking, knowing that Jianyu full well would not.
He also had the knowledge that this wasn’t a fight with a definitive winner or loser, which was why he sprang up from the ground so quickly in order to go to his men, who were now calling at him with rather bored looks on their faces. ”Next time, give me my knife back and I’ll kill you for real!” the man shouted over his shoulder, his face still adorned with a wide smirk of confidence. His men didn’t look quite as terribly enthusiastic as himself, but that was nothing where Bataar was concerned.
From here, they would have to trek back to base and write reports mourning the fact that Bat hadn’t been able to slay the Legionnaire captain(not mentioning that he apparently hadn’t wanted to). The rest of the day was set, and from there it was back to the Imperial City-- finally back to normal.
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