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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:46 pm
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Huang is making his monthly visit to assassinate the bur in his side by the name of Bataar.
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Pixie Nyxie generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:50 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
WINNAR WINNAR CHICKEN DINNAR IS: Huang-Fu bitches on his monthly visit <3
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:05 pm
Huang lifted his scarf up higher as he surveyed the surroundings. His head was turned from left to right in slow motion as if, like an owl, he was on the hunt for his prey. It bothered him, antagonized him that the last battle he had, he had lost so horribly and returned home with a scar, and without the romantic night with Kyung. It was like salt on his wound. Insult to his injury.
Huang didn't think he was a proud man, but his ego had suffered greatly and suffered enough. He had done this once when he was younger, a sneak attack against the first man he had come to hate beyond belief. Noble Captain Bataar had handed his young assassin a** to him on a platter. He had humiliated him then too and Huang slowly realized just how much Bat seemed to take joy in adding insults to injury. Augh, just thinking of the man was making his blood boil.
That's why he was back at the Tae estate though, Kyung was out for month, the sickness inside him that made him weak had broken him down. Otherwise Huang would've done something else on the Tae estate.
No tonight he was going to kill Bataar. He had waited a week, just long enough for his injuries to recover enough for him to attack. He was well stocked with needles and weapons famous for a Assassin. He flipped from the tree and melded into the shadows he could find, slinking his way across to the Mongolians Yurt before checking again his surroundings. He quieted himself when he heard the snore from Bataar's yurt before grinning to himself. It was time. Slipping in as quiet as possible, Huang got his needles ready.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:27 pm
Bataar was tired, and the black dog he had found earlier in the day was snoring it’s a** off. Needless to say, he wasn’t entirely pleased with the animal-- rats didn’t snore. Not like this. He stared at the animal, biting his lip as he noted that it had taken over the exact spot upon his furs where he usually liked to sleep. The thing was a parasite-- a monster --but it was so damned cute. He scratched the animal’s head and leaned back, feeling boredom wash over him in waves. He hadn’t gotten to fight anyone lately, and it was showing. He was restless, longing to draw his sword and have at it.
Just as these thoughts were crossing his mind, he realized that someone was entering his yurt, tryin’ rape him so he’d better hide his kids, hide his wife, and hide his husband because they were probably rapin’ erryone out here. Well, either that or it was just his long-time enemy, Huang-fu, come to try and kill him in his supposed sleep. That was more than enough to sufficiently piss the man off as he thought about it, and he realized that the figure could be none other than the annoying assassin.
He drew his sword, his glare flat as he observed the other man. ”Oh now, that’s low. Afraid you couldn’t handle me while I was conscious?” the man sneered, not yet bothering to stand up in the fairly small structure that was his home. He was, after all, a little too tall for it. They’d have to go outside if they were going to have a fight to the death, and the worthless dog hadn’t even bothered to wake up and maybe bite or kill the fighter who’d just entered. He was going to bet that one of his rats might have at least bitten the scrawny assassin, but this creature was one adoption he wasn’t entirely sure about just yet.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:41 pm
Huang would've cursed himself if he could. Slip ups like these tended to piss him off and put him at a more highly critical status for danger. Such as, instead of it being Bataar that was snoring on his bed, it was a black dog surrounded by rats in which Huang also forgot that the Mongolian kept around. It was enough to send shivers down his spine.
He kept the needle's out as he sneered at Bataar, "I'm trying to kill you Bataar, not stand around and have a showdown with you." Huang didn't really want to speak to the man either, he just wanted to kill him. Kill him dead. Stick the needles right up there and end the breathing.
Huang hit his head on the roof of the Yurt and wondered how the hell Bat lived in here. It was damn impossible to move. Surroundings: 0 chance of success, Surprise: 0 chance of that as well. So far Huang was batting at 0.
"Well since your all up and welcoming me, How about I kill you outside and keep your house clean....well cleaner then it is." Huang kicked a rat that ventured near to him and started backing out, good thing? he didn't have to deal with the rats, bad thing? Now he would have to deal with Bataar's full strength outside which meant injuries on top of injuries. He hoped Sara would be around...or Maybe Kyung would be well enough. Otherwise Huang was going to be down and out for awhile. Hands gripped the needles as he waited for his quarry to come out. Damn this really sucks, Huang thought to himself. He needed to be cool, play it cool. This battle meant nothing if he lost. He had come here expecting to kill or die. And it would be worth it if he took out one of the strongest Nobles.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:51 pm
Bataar looked rather ruffled by the fact that the assassin thought he could march right into his yurt and kill him. There was no question of it being extremely rude of the fighter, and Bat meant to reprimand him about it, although he figured that they might want to save their bickering(mainly because he was quite often accused of being a *****-- not the most pleasant experience). He was, however, planning on standing his ground as best he could.
”Well then, kill me to my face.” he commanded, looking extremely irritated. Even if he hadn’t been asleep, he wouldn’t have wanted to get woken up by one of those damned needles. It had been unpleasant enough last time he’d had to go and have Sara pull them out, and he was very serious about managing to avoid them as best he could this time around. The sneaky little b*****d ought to use some other sort of weapon-- needles just weren’t pleasant. Now swords, well-- those were just a lot better all around. They could slice people into ribbons, stab people, behead, you name it. There just wasn’t much you could do with needles, in Bat’s opinion.
He wasted no time in following Huang-fu directly out of his yurt, his sword placed defensively right in front of him. Maybe he’d actually get to kill the other man this time around. That would be an undeniably pleasing experience for the Noble, and he waved his sword around experimentally, stretching his wrist to some extent so that he’d be at his best when it came to the swordplay he was planning on displaying. ”So you’ve come to die.” he stated, a cold smirk playing across his face. The dopey, affectionate man that other Lunarians were generally well-acquainted with had disappeared, replaced by one who was willing to deal out a killing blow. This was Bataar in the midst of battle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 2:05 pm
Huang breathed out before trying not to return a smart comment to Bat. "I am obviously now facing you to your face Captain Bataar. Or Are you too stupid to realize that?" Huang snorted, so much for holding it in. He really wasn't the same Huang as before when he battled Bataar. It was time to change that, Again if he didn't kill him, he would die. Part of him had the will to live and move on, the other just wanted to take Bat with him.
"I came to win." Huang returned back before letting the first of his needles fly, the moment they shot from his hand, he followed behind them pulling out he newest of the assassin's weapons, a Katana of steel forged for the pure fact to counter swords. It laid on his back, where his spine and tailbone met so he could easily reach behind him and unsheathe it. He didn't favor the weapon at all, not fond of its grip and power. Needles made contact with Bataar's armor the moment Huang took the first swing with his shorter sword.
He continued this same pattern over and over again, needles shot out of his hands at lightning speed as he dove in to parry any sword attacks from the Mongolian. It was a strategy he had come up with purely based on the past battle, Huang had realized that the last time....He had no defense against the other man's swords. Even with his crushing blows, all Huang wanted to do was make sure none of them landed on him. The scar had only just turned white on his skin after all.
"How did you like pulling the needle's out from the last Battle Captain?" Huang smiled at him, "One of your own Noble captains taught me how to use these little weapons before I gutted her like a pig." Huang only said that to taunt the other man, where the first life he had ever taken was that Captains. She had been weak and useless, besides her weapons. And her death would forever be the one he remembered.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 2:29 pm
Bataar rolled his eyes at the assassin, offering up an incredulous snort of his own as he raised his sword. ”Yes, well, you can hardly win against a sleeping man.” he responded, knowing that Huang had more than intended to kill him in his sleep. He was more than willing to deal out a deadly blow to the other man and would not hesitate if he had the chance. After all, in his opinion the world ought to be rid of Huang-fu-- he was a nuisance, there was no question about it. There was also no question of Bataar’s hate for the other man.
The needles, once they started flying, were extremely irritating to try and avoid. He fixed the problem by deflecting the vast majority of them with his sword, although one or two glanced off of his armor. The sword had been a rather unexpected addition although Bat found that he was actually quite pleased. Huang looked a little on the awkward side with the katana, as if he hadn’t gotten the chance to use it much or practice. It was dangerous adding in a weapon like that at the last minute, and he was going to make the other man pay for his mistakes.
He gritted his teeth as one of the needles scratched his chest and continued dealing blows to Huang’s sword, hoping that the assassin would lose his fairly poor grip upon the weapon. Bat listened to the clang of their weapons with a sort of satisfaction, knowing that he had brute force on his side.
”Your needles are nothing.” he assured the assassin as he continued his advance, a look of hatred marring his facial features. ”And what? Did you rape her, and eat her too?” he sounded as if he wasn’t about to put Huang above his latest accusations. There was enough hate between them to fuel dozens of conspiracies, after all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 10:41 pm
"I don't think that comment can be credited though Captain, seeing as every time I attack you, you are wide awake, It's like you don't sleep or something." The last part, Huang mumbled to himself. For being this man's worst enemy, he didn't really all together get him. he just hated him...pure hatred for the idiot of the mongolian who didn't even know what he talked about and then....Did it with students. Disgusting.
His hand wasn't used to the short katana at all, gripping the handle at a odd angle that really only allowed him to defend rather then attack. He, and again it seemed like with Bat only, miscalculated the sheer strength it was taking by defending Bataar's monstrous attacks. It was like a crushing blow that was weakening Huang's arm every second.
But for every second he used to defend with the sword, his was reloading his free hand with the needle's and letting them fly. It was such a combination of attack that could be broken by one miscalculation in step or in the enemies that Huang could very well end up losing this battle. He gritted his teeth as another blow rang on the swords, sending a shock wave from his arm to his shoulder.
The only thing Huang had going for himself at the moment was the speed and agility needed of an assassin. Brute force was all Bataar was and as Huang started calculating a different battle plan, his face went slack and he jumped back a couple of paces. Staring dumbfound at Bataar, Huang wasn't even sure what the Mongolian was going on about.
"Rape who? Eat who? What the goddess are you talking about you rat minded Idiot?" Huang grounded his teeth, "Been stalking the students again like a sheep among wolves? I hear it is your favorite activity of the past time."
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:01 pm
Bataar snorted, pretending to be quite flattered by Huang-fu's comment. "Oh no-- I lay awake, thinking only of you, my dear." he cooed, fluttering his fingers in the assassin's direction coyly. He dearly hoped that he was giving the other man blisters to make him seriously reconsider his use of the katana-- if he didn't have the proper calluses already it was going to be extremely hard to obtain them. That was one weakness the captain fully intended to play upon, especially given that this was probably his worst enemy standing before him. Alive.
The man gasped in pain as another set of needles flew, and one buried itself into his collarbone. He hated Huang's weapon choice, to say the least, and did not look as if he were willing to deal with it for too much longer. Bat fully wished that Huang-fu would just mysteriously drop dead and that all of this quarreling would be over with as soon as humanly possible. It was, when he thought about it, a huge waste of his time to always have to deal with this assassin in such a way.
He continued to swing his sword, knowing only that Huang-fu's arm would hurt very much the following morning. That much was a fact of life. "You are the rapist, and a *****, no doubt! Don't try to tack your crimes onto me!" he shouted, looking extremely peeved with the fighter in front of him.
Strangely enough, however, he was beginning to feel slightly dizzy, and a little drowsy. It was strange, given his recent rush of adrenaline, and he couldn't quite explain it at first. He realized slowly that it might have been the needle sticking out from his collarbone-- it must have been poisoned. All the same, Bataar was going to fight until he dropped. That was just the way to do things.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:24 pm
Huang's face twitched at the man's other comment and he had to take a moment. One...he is an idiot....Two...He is an idiot....Three.....He is an idiot. Huang continued the chant in his head till he reach ten before breathing a calm, breath. He remember the first night that he had attacked Bataar and then he smiled coyly. "I remember our first battle Bat, My dear." Huang returned the fluttered eyelashes, "So desperate for a body, you went as far to offer yourself up to me, begging." Huang definitely didn't remember it that way but whatever made Bataar angrier made Huang happier. It was a sickening balance of scales.
He watched as one of the more oddly shaped needles placed itself in Bataar's collarbone, protruding at a sick angle that even made Huang wince. He felt no sympathy for Bataar but all the same, it hurt just to look at it. It was minor payback for all the pain in his arm he felt from its current bashing of the brute strength of Bataar's sword.
"I don't have any crimes, though from what I hear Bataar, you have plenty of strings of little lovers at your beck and call. Male, Female. You have no qualms as long as they are young and a child." Huang was really pushing on the whole ***** thing, but again it was perfect retribution for the man's insult AND not letting Huang get laid. Bataar in Huang's mind, was one serious c**k block that needed to die.
And as if the Goddess of War agreed, Huang's special Needles tipped with a strong poison was the one that had made its way through the man's armor. It was like, and Huang hated to say it, Fate shone down on that one point as he saw the beginnings of the poison trickle into Bataar. Smiling, He moved back at an alarming speed before laughing.
"Ha...Haha Bataar, It seems I finally won something from you." Huang let the Katana he used for defense dropped to the ground, it had marks, dents and scores along it and when Huang's arm rest against his side, it bleed a little from the impact that Bataar had caused. Yet, he still laughed before bringing one of the needles out, holding it up for Bat to see.
"It looks like the Goddess was with me, for here lies within these needles is a deadly toxin aimed to paralyze the body and sleep the mind. I save them for special reserved but it seem's I happened to use one upon you." Huang smiled bitterly at the man, as he looked at his weapon, "I should've known poison would've been the only thing to stop a wild beast as yourself. " Huang shrugged as he let the one lone needle fly and hit Bataar, with the amount of toxin, it wouldn't be enough to kill the man, It would be enough to take him down and show him, Huang-Fu Lee was not a forced to be reckon with.
"Poison though is not how I choose to win this battle, no matter how it would please me to see you dead." Huang continued to pace himself back before tucking his needles away. "I will take this victory and let you learn, I am not just a midget idiot Mongolian. Your life is only yours today because I choose it to be. When I come for you next, It will be for your life." Huang left it at that before calmly walking away. Next time, He would beat Bat fairly, with his own strength.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:38 pm
Bataar sneered as Huang took his joke to an entirely new level and decided to act back. Even now, however, his thoughts were slowly and the vertigo caused by the poison was getting the best of him. Making small talk with the assassin was hardly his idea of fun, in any case, and he might have zoned out even despite the tug of the caustic liquid now running though his veins. It was a venom that he hardly cared to think about, although he found that he was distressed by it.
The ***** thing wasn't even quite enough to completely pull him out of his stupor, as frustrating as it was to hear the lies coming from Huang-fu's lips. Bat was keen on silencing the other man forever, but his sword had already dropped from his hand and he was forced to his knees by the power of gravity. The dog that had been lounging in his yurt now came out and began licking his face incessantly. Even this creature must have thought he looked a bit on the pathetic side.
Huang was talking about poison, but Bataar couldn't hear him. He was still sinking, lower and lower. In the end, the dose wouldn't be enough to kill him. Luckily, he was far too bulky for that, but it was still extremely dangerous, and it would probably knock him out for at least a day. It wasn't so bad, losing like this, and besides-- he knew he'd get the better of Huang-fu the next time around. He had to.
Bataar hated the assassin far too much not to consider causing his death somewhere in the near future. No doubt they'd still continue to fight until that day came and one of them finally experienced the victory they'd both been longing for so ardently.
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