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 Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:26 am
  SCENARIOBataar and Yue Lao decided to spice up stamp-collecting by turning it into a brawl.
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Face your demons generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:29 am
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • Legion win.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:37 am
Yue Lao was seething. Very few Lunarians were her friends, and yet so vastly irritating. Bataar was likely the only one. He seemed to solve everything with his fists, which meant that Yue Lao, in turn, felt compelled to reply physically. It was comforting in a way; she never really had to think about what was happening. In fact, even when she did, and verbalized it, Bataar usually dismissed what she had to say or said something largely irrelevant.
Bataar and Yue seemed to argue often. And it also often ended in a brawl. Stamp-collecting, as innocent as it had seemed, was apparently also one of those untouchable subjects which would lead to a fistfight. Yue did not particularly like trying to fight Bataar unarmed, though, as he was muscular and frighteningly strong.
Yue was not powerful. Just wiry. Wiry, and good at manipulating her meteor hammer. To avoid upsetting the soup man, as it was very good soup and she liked eating there, she told Bataar, "Punch me once we get outside, bugbear-idiot!" She had combined both her nickname for him, which was in its own way a term of endearment, and an insult. All of this while shoving very firmly on his chest. She darted around him, and escaped out into the largely empty side-street.
Too bad she didn't have her monkey with her to distract him. Thankfully, the temperature outside was much nicer than the last time they had a real fight with intent to hurt one another. That had been a disaster: neither of them had enough energy to move. This time, at least, she had her full stamina. Extra, since she had just eaten. Wait, hadn't the food made Bataar ill? Why would he pick a fight after downing all of those spicy noodles?
Yue stretched as best as she could while watching the door.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 12:43 pm
Even feeling odd and slightly messed up as he was from the spicy noodles, Bataar was determined to prove himself in this stamp-fight. He knew that random acts of violence were largely unaccepted from a social standpoint, but he found that it was something he enjoyed far too much to consider giving up. Anyone that was violent back tended to get his approval despite the fact that the vast majority of those people were legionnaires. The truth of the matter was that Bataar really did think things sort of things were loads of fun, even with spicy noodles in his tummy.
He blinked a little as he followed Yue outside, scratching his head. I was planning on winning pretty quickly, so the shop wouldn’t’ve gotten too messed up.” he grumbled, itching to throw another punch or a slap-- maybe even to pull some hair. Bat hadn’t quite gotten his way last time, and it had taken forever for him to dry properly; he suspected this was his chance to get back at Yue Lao after falling rather unceremoniously into some five-foot-deep water. Even Bataar, who usually didn’t care, had to admit that that was pretty embarrassing.
He cracked his knuckles yet again once he’d made it out and grinned, his green eyes dancing with excitement as he prepared to beat up on the fighter. Because, of course, he was going to win. Even if the Mongolian man didn’t manage to come out on the better side of the battle he liked to stay optimistic about his skills and what may have happened to hinder his abilities. Excuses were pretty great in Bat’s opinion; they could, perhaps, serve to make his enemies insecure!
He was skilled now, wasn’t he?
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 8:48 pm
Maybe she should have brought the kit of stamps out to throw at him, or something. Distract him. Instead, she was trying to think of any way which she could use to prevent herself from having to fight him too closely. "You can plan on whatever you have the capacity for, but I'd also expect to be disappointed," she replied.
The side street they were in led towards the main market on one side, and the mouth of its more distant intersection led towards mazes of housing. It was mostly store facades which lined the street they were on, and as Yue tried to plan her next move, she was also allured by the scent of cinnamon buns. Perhaps after this, they could have dessert. Yue Lao's appetite since becoming a fighter was often formidable. She was also kind of thirsty.
None of which was helping her with this fight. So her new strategy was: throw punches as little as possible in an effort to make Bataar tired. Yue Lao darted forward and snapped one leg out, to see if she could bring Bataar down. It wouldn't necessarily connect, and she wasn't sure if it would be at the right angle to work, but it was worth a shot. She imagined if he did fall, it would sound a lot like a building collapsing.
Before she learned to use her meteor hammer, Yue Lao fought in a style which translated to "bone-breaking style," one which used certain points on the body to most easily crack bones. Pretty self-explanatory. She didn't pierce, or even fight long battles: it was all about the one weak point, about all the fragile places in the body that could be snapped with ease. Although she knew where these points would be on Bataar... he was the biggest opponent she'd ever had. She doubted they would work very well with her skill level.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 8:28 pm
Somehow he didn’t think that Yue Lao meant her words very kindly and he shot her an exaggerated frown, his green eyes narrowing. He, Bataar Jaoret, was a skilled and powerful contender! Why, if he wanted to, he could (maybe) body-slam or decapitate his opponent right this second! He had to say he was certainly considering it as he pouted up a storm about the insult. In truth, he wasn’t quite as immature as his childish expressions led others to believe and in a fight he tended to hold his own, but that wasn’t something that could be easily proved. They’d just have to wait and see.
Finally, after a few long moments of huffing and puffing formidably, he spoke. ”You can’t expect anything when you’re dead!” the captain announced, pointing a vindictive finger in the fighter’s direction. The scent of cinnamon buns had also shifted his way on the breeze, however, and he paused, wondering if they ought to cut this short for more food(despite the now-incessant and dangerous grumblings of an angry stomach).
Wavering like this certainly wasn’t going to get him anywhere, though, and he glanced down in surprise as Yue Lao’s leg connected with his boot. The kick had certainly jarred him, but it was probably going to take a bit more effort to down the behemoth. ”Hey!” he cried in indignation, as if she’d starting some sort of practice before he’d quite been ready for it. He aimed a half-hearted punch in her direction, first glancing down at his boots to make sure that they hadn’t scuffed or anything-- those were important.
He really was much too distracted whenever he set out to battle Yue Lao, he reflected, which was clearly why she wasn’t yet dead(or so the big-headed man thought).
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:22 pm
Most of her fears related to fighting Bataar revolved around his size and strength. He had arm muscles which looked as though he could pop her head off like cracking a nut if he wedged her neck in his elbow. And it would smell terrible while he did that, too. So Yue did not much want him to catch her. That would be her primary goal. It didn't hurt that she could effectively scale buildings like these, too; the windows were made for perfect purchase, and the distance not too bad, even though she was short. She often used them to propell herself up onto the rooves and walk along the tiles.
"How would you know? You ever been dead, bugbear?" she asked, rolling her eyes. She knew he wasn't as slow as he seemed, but man, sometimes the things that he said really did not make a good case for himself. He just seemed to fall back on muscle whenever there was a fight. Which did, in fact, make sense; he was extremely well-suited to muscular brawls. And displays of manly aggression. Yue Lao snapped her teeth at Bataar's outstretched finger. "Watch it, or I'll bite that off," she cautioned, with a wicked grin. She stretched her arms and rolled her knuckles, preparing to move, and move fast.
The kick connected-- and did not seem to unbalance him at all. In fact, he seemed substantially more concerned about his boots. This could get frustrating, fast. They were just not well-suited to fighting each other. Yue glared at him. "You weren't even looking at me when you threw that punch!" she accused, as if complaining he was being a bad friend. He would never stand a chance at hitting her if he wouldn't even look up from his boots.
Darting back, he picked up one of the loose stones on the ground and hurled it at Bataar as if it was a child's toy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:12 pm
Bataar knew his capabilities fairly well but tended not to think on them too much. If he did, he might well be invincible, but that was hardly the case right now and, besides, his stomach was beginning to bother him even more than before. They were going to have to get this over with before he became bedridden due to the massive ache in his tummy. It did, after all, seem vastly unfair to continue this if he was going to be doubled over and groaning about what the hell he’d managed to stuff his face with during their lunch.
He huffed as manishly as possible as the fighter’s response, shrugging his large shoulders in reply. ”And how would you know that?” he asked, although even Bat had to admit that it made no sense for him to have ever experienced death. For one, he was way too good for that state of unlife and for another, that would make him a zombie which caused some hints of nervousness in and of itself. He withdrew his finger swiftly, not keen on any sort of amputation involving Yue Lao’s teeth-- that was one scar he really didn’t like the thought of showing off, after all.
The captain was about to respond as the fighter accused him of not even looking(and yes, his boots were quite alright) when he felt something very solid and unforgiving smash into his cheek, just below his eye. This, in turn, caused the behemoth to issue a shriek of indignation as the rock bounced off his face and onto the ground. This time, when he aimed his kick, he was looking straight at Yue Lao and certainly hoping to succeed with his, as his cheek was now smarting and bruising quickly, no doubt.
”Oh, I’ll kill you now!”
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:59 pm
It didn't occur to Yue that the spicy food could be to blame for Bataar's poor fighting spirit that day. After all, when she had initially thought of it, he seemed fine. He still seemed largely alright, but perhaps there was something else wrong, as he looked pained for a moment. Then again, his expressions for pain and confusion looked extremely similar to Yue, as well as the expression for concentration, and she had yet to be able to consistently predict which of the three he was experiencing. That was potentially because they went hand in hand.
"How would I know what? I asked you a question, you can't answer my question with another question," Yue scolded, arching her brow at him. Yue Lao would like to avoid thinking of zombies, especially zombie Bataars. And if there was one zombie Bataar, there would be hordes of them. Why, Yue could not answer. In any case, Yue Lao laughed suddenly when Bataar withdrew his finger. She grinned wide. In moments like this, Yue's predatory nature shone through. They were a good pair for a battle, in that Yue knew she could try her best to fight him and unless she was careful she would end up much worse for the wear.
The kick did nearly hit her. She was trying not to laugh at his shriek, when he launched the kick, and therefore it clipped her shin as she rolled out of the way. She rubbed the spot where he had hit her, and grimaced. Through her teeth, she said, "At least I'll die having heard you shriek like a woman!" and pulled herself up on one of the shop awnings, balancing on a post.
Her leg hurt, but it was nothing unmanageable. She wasn't sure how she could effectively fight him, though; especially not if she kept getting distracted. What was it about fighting Bataar that meant neither of them seemed to be fully in the battle?
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:00 am
His increasingly painful stomachache wasn’t a cause for alarm on the Mongol’s part, but it was starting to slow him down. At this point he merely felt determined to finish Yue Lao off, although he could tell that such a thing was going to be difficult if she continued to dodge him every time he attempted to do some damage. The determined turn of his lips revealed his intentions but he more or less just stumbled awkwardly, clutching his well-muscled abdomen with a look of honest confusion. He’d forgotten his suspicions about the spicy food and could only now be described as stumped-- what was wrong with him?
Still, Bataar would at least have to hold his own when it came to the verbal arguments he was growing used to exchanging with the fighter. ”I mean you don’t know that I’ve never been dead!” he shouted, looking more than a little irritated as he surveyed the girl. Obviously, he hadn’t, but Bat was stubborn and was hardly about to surrender to Yue Lao. The rock incident, however, was a different and slightly mortifying story that he’d have to find an explanation for-- and quick, for his shriek had had a feminine ring to it, which he was willing to deny for the rest of his life.
”That was not a shriek!” he cried out in his defense, glancing around to make sure no one else on the street had noticed. He could feel the blood slowly draining from his face as he stumbled forward to swing his arm(probably uselessly) at Yue Lao, attempting to attack again. Bataar was beginning to feel extremely off-key and definitely woozy and it looked mostly as if he had no idea what was going on. The spicy food probably hadn’t been as benign as they’d thought.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:44 am
Yue Lao snorted at Bataar, dropping down off the awning. "That was why I asked you, instead of stated. I suspect you haven't ever been close to death, though," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. Her shin still stung. "You look like you might be considering a certain intimacy with death, though," Yue added, wrinkling her nose. He really was looking sicker and sicker by the second. Was his stomach really so weak?
"If it was not a shriek, you have naturally womanly war-cries. Which one will it be, mmm?" Yue Lao asked, rocking back and forth on her feet, moving her hands so that they rested on her hips. She was growing tired and uncomfortable, even if it wasn't as hot on this day as it was the last time they fought.
That was about when Bataar swung his arm at her in a useless sort of arc. Was that supposed to even hit her, or just shoo her off? Something was clearly not right about his health. Would she ever catch him when he was well enough to fight? The next time, she wouldn't set her weapon down. It was making the fight incredibly boring for her. She didn't have to use the form it was in; she could change it to be less stabby, more like a net or a rope. Easy enough. The chef from the noodle place came outside and leaned against the door frame. "He sure takes a long time to go down.. Should have put more in his food."
Yue Lao stopped and stared at him, confused. "Put more of what?... Spice? I think there was enough."
"No, poison. He's a noble, isn't he? You took him to my shop; we're Legion. I took care of him for you," the Legion man shrugged, blowing some stray hair out of his face. Yue Lao would have burst into laughter if she wasn't immediately shocked and a little upset. sure, she wanted to pummel his face in, but the idea of orchestrating his death in such an underhanded way was unpleasant.
"Don't you have an antidote?" she asked him, attempting to remain calm.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:31 pm
Bataar was only beginning to feel worse and worse, and by now he knew it was showing. His eyes had taken on a rather odd look to them as he stared down at his stomach, nervous that he’d had to deal with some sort of fainting spell. Everyone knew that real men didn’t faint-- he was going to have a lot of pressure piled on him now. In any case, the lining of his stomach felt as if it were most definitely on fire and he was almost ready simply to walk away in order to keep his dignity around Yue Lao in the future, because he had the feeling this wasn’t going to end well at all. Bat was not going to be a winner today.
”Shut up.” he grumbled, noting that his dark skin was a few shades too light. He could hardly even deal with arguing right now he was feeling so ill. It simply didn’t bode well for the Mongolian man, and he noted that his hands were shaking with a bit of nervousness. ”What... what the hell did you do to me?” he demanded of the fighter, his expression almost a bit on the pleading side. Bat wasn’t one to really get sick so something had to be wrong here.
He stared at the shopkeeper in disbelief, now uncertain as to whether or not he was hallucinating. Had his first suspicion upon eating the spicy food actually been correct? Would he even live to tell the tale? He babbled slightly incoherently, a look of deep-set confusion and half-baked anger forming upon his face as he tried to figure out if he was about to die. Beyond that, he hadn’t heard any answer about the antidote, which put him even more on edge before he tipped toward the ground and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Bataar Jaoret: Loser.
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