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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 1:48 pm
After his whole training session with Zircon, Pyrophanite had quota's to fill.
Like, ACTUALLY, fill. Before he was just dinkeling energy in, to barely meet any requirements. He was more taking advantage of the fact that he was super powered. He hit up old former gang spots, beat the s**t out of the members and took their precious little starseeds.
He hit up old spots for money, stealing from the minor drug dealers. It was quick, easy cash. Very quick, very easy.
Even now, as he went home, his pocket was filled with a nice roll, equaling up a couple grand. And a couple of starseeds he pulled from some ratty homeless. Not like they would miss them, or be missed!
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 1:58 pm
The whole encounter with Rutile had been a learning experience, that was for sure. He had to be even faster than he already was, more on guard, more resourceful - which was hard since Mont Blonc was already trying his hardest - but he didn't feel so completely hopeless, either. Even if he'd had to resort to dirty fighting again, to be fair, Rutile was the one that had gotten dirty first. But even before that, Mont Blonc hadn't been doing completely terrible. Aegir had given him some more pointers on the art of throwing a decent punch, too.
It wasn't a shining triumph, but it had still been a victory. Mont Blonc had needed help getting home, but not winning the fight.
Still. He was anything but cocky as he crept up on a chaos signature; unless he was super distracted or something, the other guy would probably sense him before Mont Blonc could hope to get the drop on him.
So, he tried another approach. "H-hold it right there!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:06 pm
Pyro's head whipped around and looked at Mont Blanc, and the whole stutter the guy had him like rolling in laughter.
"Or what dude?" He could feel that order aura like a sickening good doer.
"What you can do, stutter me to defeat?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:10 pm
A wave of self-consciousness washed over him before he could really stop it, and his cheeks burned in that familiar way. But Mont Blonc refused to give him any more satisfaction than that. He took a deep breath and tried to stand tall, maybe use his height to his advantage for one.
"You'd be surprised what I can do."
He sounded much more confident than he felt - but he couldn't help but think it was probably something Aegir or Methone would've said, and somehow that made him feel better about it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:19 pm
Pyro snorted again.
"So you're tall kid. What do you think you intimidate me?" Pyro laughed, like really heartily and then slapped his knee. He hated his weapon but whatever. This kid was gonna learn his place. Pyro didn't take s**t from anywhere, especially not some lanky stuttering hero type.
The toy bus appeared in his hand, and he tossed it at Mont blanc. Then followed in by a cheap shot to the face.
Because Pyro was a hoodlum and cheap shots were the only way to fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:26 pm
'Kid?' Mont Blonc's lips drew in a thin line as he said it, wondering just how old this officer was anyway. - it didn't matter, ultimately. (Honestly he wasn't totally wrong; Mont Blonc thought he was about as intimidating as a soggy paper fan, but he was trying.)
The good news was, he caught the toy truck - the bad news was, the cheap shot to the face clipped his chim and sent a wave of pain surging through his jaw. He stumbled, but didn't allow himself to fall, making an attempt to swing the toy back at its owner while making a truly honest attempt to swing a proper punch, aimed at his attacker's stomach.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:34 pm
Pyro felt an immense amount pride when the cheap shot hit. Mainly cause he didn't like Monty being taller then him here, and two because who did this guy think he was?
All puffed out chest with his extremely questionable taste in fashion.
Talk about a queer, showing off his belly. WEIRDOOOOOOOO.
Monty would get a hit in the stomach because Pyro hated that his toy bus was being used as weapon against him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:41 pm
If only the page was a mind reader - oh the colors he would have turned, oh the embarrassment he would've felt. It was probably better for him that he wasn't.
It hit! Mont Blonc tried not to let the surge of satisfaction that rushed through him interrupt the flow of battle, especially since he wasn't exactly dying to get hit in the face again.
Instead, he threw the toy at the lieutenant's legs - feet - knees - really, just sort of down below the belt somewhere as he tried to take another swing, and this time, maybe return the favor by aiming at his face.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:48 pm
He wheezed at the hit, breathing deep to feel the pain. He really hated gut shots. And he was already a skinny kid, so it wasn't like pure 100% abs was stopping that hit.
Maybe one day.
"Not again you prancing fairy." Pyro grabbed his arm, twisting it so that Monty would drop the bus and then...
kicked him in the stomach....
And that's all Pyro had in his arsenal so...after this, the boy was screwed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 3:08 pm
Prancing fairy? - had he seriously just called him a fairy? Mont Blonc didn't really get the chance to boggle over whether he was taking a jab at his masculinity, sexuality, or both when he was twisting his arm and boom, there was a solid kick planted to his exposed stomach.
It hurt, it hurt a lot, and it genuinely took Mont Blonc a lot of will power not to just double over and hope for the best because ow. It wasn't as bad as having his starseed snatched, but it was still high on the list of things of unpleasant things, okay?
But he tried not to give up - he'd given up way too many times already - so he gritted his teeth, tried to ignore the knot of breathless pain in his belly, and swung a hard elbow at his attacker.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 3:24 pm
Pyro took the elbow to the shoulder and he made a very unmanly sound.
"What the ******** man!" He jumped back. "Are you some wall thats meant to take hits? Look whatever the ******** man. I didn't come out to get my a** handed to me by some fairy in a tube top. FYI buddy? No one wants to see your flat a** stomach!"
He brought his weapon back to him and then hissed. like a ******** off bro!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 3:34 pm
Mont Blonc, a wall? Hardly. He just had something to prove - not to his team, his friends, his girlfriend, no one but himself. If he caved this time, it'd feel like a step back from his last fight.
He just wanted to be able to - not even win, just - be able to walk away from the fight feeling like it'd all made a difference, or at least that he'd held his own. Not to have to call for anyone to save him from a blunder.
"You're the one - " Mont Blonc wheezed out, bringing his fist to his side and summoning his pen into his grasp. It wasn't much of a weapon. But he could make it work in a pinch. He had to be careful with his words; he was trying so hard not to stutter. " - that keeps staring! If it bothers you that much, do something about it!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 3:40 pm
Pyro was already running away, sorry Mont Blanc.
This kid didn't care about pride.
"It doesn't bother me!" Pyro screamed, "LEARN SOME FASHION"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 3:55 pm
Mont Blonc was left completely dumbfounded for a minute, still ready with his pen to attack or defend himself, or - no, he was really gone. Really and truly gone.
"Well, okay then."
He relaxed, cringing a little as he poked at the tender spot on his chin. Then frowned, tugging idly at the bottom of his short shirt, his head tilted to a side. Finally, he shrugged it off, half-smiling as he turned back to his patrol. Whether he rocked the shirt or not, at least he'd gotten what he wanted from the fight. (Sort of.) At least he hadn't really hurt anyone this time and walked away, right? - like he'd said to Glitnir that day. He couldn't expect to be 'great'. But that had been one step closer to 'good', and so it was good enough for him.
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