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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:45 pm
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Pixie Nyxie generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:49 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
Noble Win - Poor Huang-Fu <3
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 8:12 pm
Huang head snapped back with the punch. Blood spurted from his nose as he felt the pressure swell in his head. A captain's punch was much more powerful than that of a fighter's and obviously it effected him so much. His head whipped back as he automatically retaliated, his leg came up in a swift kick to push the bigger Captain away.
"Freaking Captain." Huang mumbled as he backed away, holding his hand over the bloodied nose as he grabbed the long thin needles from his waist belt. "Goddess above, Kyung is going to be pissed if I come into his room bloody Bataar." He glared at the other man, letting the needles fly from his hand, Hoping to hit the massive bulk that was the larger man. Whether are not they penetrated would effect the battle, Huang was completely surmised of surprise and distance attacks. Plus he remember exactly how their last battle had gone down, his claws had been useless after all.
"And if Kyung is unhappy, I am unhappy. Why the hell did you have to interfere!" Huang growled again, grabbing more needles as he continued to distance himself away, jumping back and back, still letting the needles fly as he grabbed what seemed like an unlimited amount out of his bag. he would in fact save the poisoned ones for reserved in case Bataar could stand up to a barrage of needles in him.
Blood stopped flowing as he wiped the remainder of it away, he could tell that it already stained the marriage and protection charm that Kyung had given him. Dammit all, Kyung was going to be so royally pissed. If that wasn't just insult to injury in the battle after all. First off, battling Bataar the beast was bad enough, if he survived he would have to face the venomous wrath of Kyung's tongue. All the more reason to fight though, Huang thought sickenly to himself. Was he a masochist or something?
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:25 pm
Bataar looked extremely pleased with the punch he had landed, although the kick from Huang caught him off guard. He stumbled backward, grimacing, but glanced up with an expression of faint triumph as he noted the blood spurting from the other man’s nose. Most people predicted his punches in beginning a fight of any sort, but he was happy to say that because he and Huang-fu had never fought, he’d had something of an advantage to begin with. It was a good feeling for the time being, even if he was going to have a bit of a bruise from the kick the fighter had landed. Bruises were, nothing, though-- he’d dealt with far worse than those.
He snorted upon hearing the comment about Kyung, shaking his head. ”Oh, goodness. Your life’s hard, is it?” he asked, cracking his knuckles and pulling the knife from his waist. He wasn’t going to deal any serious damage today or he’d have pulled out his sword-- mainly, the Mongolian just wanted to made a point to Huang-fu. Which was, basically, for the other man to stay out of his way whenever possible because Bat pretty much detested the assassin. There was nothing sneaky about the way the behemoth of a man tended to fight and he prided himself on that.
He also prided himself on the fact that he seemed to have supremely irritated Huang-fu. ”Sucks for you.” he answered gleefully, a look of faint worry flitting over his face as he noted that needles were currently flying in his direction. A few of them hit into his protective shoulder pauldrons, with one or two digging into the bare skin just below. It was painful, to say the least, and he gasped briefly, doing his best to pull them out of his skin.
Huang-fu was going to pay for that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:34 pm
Huang was intently focused on the internal organs. He was here to do damage now after all and not deal with the Mongolian in the future. Best friend with Jianyu be damned but the Assassin just wanted to finish the Mongolian off anyways. his hand continuously reached for needles again and again, his aim was becoming clear as he begun to hit beneath the armor.
"Take pride in killing a romantic night with a loved one there Bataar, Wonder if its because you can't get any lover yourself there buddy?" Huang snorted before glaring at the other man, Just how far did Bataar go with interfering anyways! God, what was it about this man that just irked everything about the assassin? When he saw the man reach for a knife...a goddamn knife. His anger rose even more, Did this guy not take him seriously?
"Your going to need a bigger toy than that Mongolian." he glared as he got the needles ready, resting them in between the crooks of his finger digits and moved in for close combat, his hand striking out as if he had the mechanical claws he had as a Academy student.
Each arm motion was quick and precise as it was met with parry and parry of a much more trained captian. It pissed him off that his skills were still no match of that of a higher rank. Be damned that he had to defeat a captain in the first place to become the fighter he was now.
"Your such a pain in the a**." Huang shouted out, stabbing at the armor with enthusiasm on par of a grade school kid. What the hell was the armor made of anyways? It seemed that only one of his handful of needles could get through, as if it had random weak spots.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:40 pm
Once he’d finished dealing with the barrage of needles, Bataar fingered his knife, wondering how he ought to work with it. Generally, he used it on his fingernails, but that wasn’t going to do much good for him today. Should he throw it? Probably not-- his aim wasn’t that good. He’d just have to try to make this situation into one where there was close combat, although that would be complicated given Huang-fu’s fighting style. They could both do a lot of damage to each other at different distances, and it was clear that they were ready to. If Bat had to pick an arch-enemy, he thought that Huang might be it.
Beyond that, he was being taunted. ”Well, I’m not a rapist.” the captain declared, looking frustrated and finally putting away his knife in favor of his sword. That was going to be the best weapon to use in order to deflect the needles that were now flying at him. He was glad he had armor on, but also worried about his bare skin. He wasn’t about to be able to dodge those damned needles, either-- he was too big of a target. The sword was good, then, and he didn’t need to get quite as close to deal some damage.
”Well, you wanted the sword, so I’ve brought it.” he declared, grunting as he pushed himself forward rather quickly, his sword swinging in the air-- he wanted to do any damage that he could, and he hoped he’d be able to even if Huang tried to avoid him. There was always no telling when his weapon might actually hit his target, but it would sure as hell help if it managed this time. He was sick of hearing Huang’s complaints and more than ready to drive the fighter straight out of the courtyard.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:48 pm
Huang could almost see the internally debate of the big ape of the man. It was as if he was holding the knife like it wasn't really a weapon at all. Huang saw it all to clearly as he watched Bataar use it to clean out his nails. Was he even taking this fight seriously? Ah that just pissed him off to know end after all.
"I'm not a rapist you goddess damn fool." Huang gritted his teeth in anger as he jumped back. Speed was on his side with this fight thought he had to be careful. One punch could leave him down for more attacks from the huge mountain of the man and possible leave more serious injuries then Huang intended. He relied slowly on his distance, move in, step back out techniques. It was a gamble every time he moved close to Bataar as well, because if the man wanted to, all he had to do was take Huang into his grip and squeeze the pitiful life out of him.
"Taking me seriously now?" Huang flipped the bird at the man before trying to regain his calm. Breathing in and out he fouces his Ki, a talent that he had picked up slowly for Assassin work into his feet so that he could accelerate faster. It was straining on his body though as his muscles flexed with the magical energy as he shifted around Bataar.
"Who says you aren't a rapist anyways? I heard that you were once a lover of a lowly academy student. Man you don't even know about age limits do you." Huang clucked his tongue. He would also rely on their banter. It would be nice to get a full on attack to dodge from the other man.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:54 pm
Bataar had to admit that he didn’t understand how Huang-fu and Kyung could even be together. He’d thought that his master had standards, but it was becoming increasingly clear to the Mongol that he did not. After all, who could possibly like this puny little pest? There was nothing remotely likable about Huang-fu as far as he could see(although perhaps he wasn’t the best judge when it came to these things, considering they were currently trying to bite each others’ heads off). In any case, he’d have to have a conversation with Kyung about this rapist on the grounds. He was sure the soul conduit would see his point.
Beyond his frustration with Huang-fu, he was beginning to feel faintly nauseous, mainly because there were a few needles lodged into his skin that he didn’t think would be easy to get out. Generally, he dealt well with wounds, but there was something about needles that produced a deep discomfort in the Mongolian man. Like everything about Huang’s fighting style, they just didn’t seem to be natural.
Beyond that, the other man was spouting nonsense! ”What? A student?” he stared, almost pausing his sword for an instant. He wasn’t a rapist! That was Huang-fu! The Mongol gritted his teeth and maneuvered his sword, at last doing his best to bring the flat of the weapon down upon Huang’s head. From there, he was hoping to get in a good cut and drive the other man off. All of this talk was pissing him off.
And he was not a *****! That puny little idiot was beginning to get on his nerves more than he’d like to admit. He was a captain now and, as a result, didn’t bother with students! Even Huang ought to know that that was a pack of damned lies.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:03 pm
"Yeah a student." Huang gave a sly smile. There he had caught an opening of the other man. It was obvious that he was shocked by the remark and thus made it so much easier for Huang to taunt the other man. That and he was looking a little green. There was just so much here that he could use against the other man.
"I hear you took HIM to a bathhouse, had your way and at the end of the night, he braided your hair into a nice clean little braid." Huang smirked, He let another handful of needle's fly, one lodged nicely in the man's legs while the others just bounced off. Huang gritted his teeth as he noticed that even with the amount of needles protruding the Armor, It wasn't helping slow the other man down.
"Don't you think your a little old for a student there Batty?" Huang taunted with the ridiculous name before waving his hand. "I hear thats called being a cradle robber. Next you'll be after children and then babies. Sick." Huang flipped out of the way of Bataar continue to move backwards. Admist his taunts though, he didn't realize the other man had charge forward, swinging the sword full power at his head. His instinct was to duck and roll out of the way, pushing himself up to launch a counter attack. The sword had whizzed by his cheek in a duck to, making small thing line of blood well up on the cheek and slightly stain down.
"I can see it in your eye's Bataar." Huang whispered quietly, He had never seen the Mongolian fully pissed off before and wondered just what would happen now. "Your anger can only confirm the truth of your misdeeds!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:09 pm
Bataar didn’t like to hear that rumors were circulating about him-- not one bit. He stared, steely-eyed, at Huang and tried to fathom the reason the other man insisted on taunting him so very much. Fighting shouldn’t involve this much in the way of conversation-- everyone knew that. Except, of course, for Huang who seemed to want to do everything against Bat’s deepest wishes when it came to battling it out. The fighter was grating on his nerves, making him angrier than he would have been as he clutched his sword, considering where he ought to slash at the fighter. And he did want to slash right now. He refused to take this s**t!
Oh no he had not.
He had not.
Bataar charged forward and swung his sword a bit haphazardly at Huang as he taunted him with stories that weren’t at all true. In fact, he hadn’t been getting any for a damned long while, mainly because there were only students around. He was pissed off, in any case, and more than ready to butcher Huang. He hoped to god he was about to win, though, if just to prove a point. Rumors were clearly not the Mongol’s forte and all he could assume was that Huang was telling stories about him behind his back.
”You only say those things because you’re fantasizing, you puny little creep!” he declared, clearly innocent of the charges that had been laid down by the other man. He just looked so befuddled, even in the midst of his anger, that it was evident he’d never done anything of the sort with any student. Yuudai didn’t even cross his mind when he was wondering what was going on with these sorts of things. He knew he wasn’t a *****, but how in the hell was he supposed to prove that right here right now?
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:20 pm
Huang was getting dangerously close to losing a piece of his body. Bataar had hit the peak of his anger, already Huang could tell that he was in danger. Slash after slash came down, harder, better, faster and stronger then the last. It was then he felt the true terror of Bataar, A captain. He knew now why the nobles spoke of the beast, why Legions trembled against such the ferocious aura of a man like so.
And Huang in his fear, felt calm and collect as well. He focused less on his attacks and taunting and more on staying alive with every piece of his body. Slash's came upwards, he moved to the right. They came downwards, he moved back. It was becoming a game of step and dodge with the mongolian that had nothing better to do on his mind then hack at the smaller fighter.
He got a moment where the arm was up in mid swing to shoot needles from both of his hands, letting the claw like original pose disintegrate into high flying points that stuck into the chest of the armor. Weaponless and still trying to dodged the swings of the mad man. Huang felt in a instant the rock under him, losing his speed and balance as the sword came slashing down on his chest. Th pure shock of it had Huang bounding back in large leaps.
"Goddess...." Huang looked at his opened bleeding chest before bounding back even greater leaps and staring at Bataar. He would've died if he had not reacted quicker to his misfortune and all it had took was one slice of the Mongolians sword. Fear and the need to survive outranked the fury and Pride of Huang as he retreated into the forest, his hand doing its best to hold the gaping slash in his chest.
Like a true assassin though, once he hit the shadow of the tree's he melded and then completely disappeared. No smart comments could be made, and no victory for the Young Legion Warrior. It was the retreat of a person who wanted to live rather than die at the hand of the one he would now think of his worst enemy. He would be back though, cliched and over used. But he would be back to show Bataar that this win meant nothing. He would forever hold the scar on his chest to remind of him of what he had almost lost over nothing but pride and hate.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:43 pm
Bataar moved with the undulations of his rage, his green eyes narrowed as he swung his sword dangerously nearer to Huang-fu each time. He wasn’t concerned anymore about whether he managed to kill the fighter or not, and would have preferred to be able to. His blows were certainly dangerous enough at this point that Huang might get unlucky. Besides, what was another legionnaire down to him? Bat had killed plenty of men in the past and wasn’t too concerned about adding another to his list, especially one as annoying as Huang. He couldn’t stand the assassin in front of him and, as a result, wouldn’t mind if he managed to kill him.
Needles dug into his skin but he didn’t care, for he’d just slashed Huang across the chest and the other man was retreating almost faster than Bataar could fathom. He couldn’t see the other man once he’d disappeared into the shadows and sighed, throwing his bloody sword down and catching his breath for a moment or two. It had felt good to get his blow in, to feel as if he were the winner here. He was still bothered to some extent about the talking, but he was prepared to fight Huang again if need be to prove his point.
In any case, he’d need to get these needles out of his skin, somehow. Pulling didn’t seem terribly effective and he was still feeling faint nausea whenever he glanced down at his arm. He had taken a beating to some extent, he supposed, but his cutting Huang was probably a far greater wound than he’d been dealt today. He experimentally tugged at one of the needles and grimaced, his green eyes flashing with pain. Help was definitely in order tonight, as far as the Mongolian man could see. These needles were not pleasant.
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