(The events in the following RP occurred July 27th))
Leucite was actually really glad he’d dragged Stibnite out on patrol with him. Though the night was quiet and, frankly, dead, the woman needed to understand what it meant to be out and about. Honestly for him it was an excuse to get out of the house that night and get some air. Maybe they would luck out and find a senshi that they could chase off. You never knew. The roof he had them situated on was fairly covered on three sides, but he was able to get a good view of the world down below from where he stood. Taking in a deep breath he let out a long sigh. “Yes, this is good… A bit dull, but good.”
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“A bit dull?” Stibnite sighed as she leaned back against one of the covered walls. He had dragged her out of bed on orders and led her up here. Now, what, an hour later, they were still standing there. “If this is the world of an agent, it’s all rather dull.”
She pushed away and walked towards the edge of the roof line look out at the city. “Aren’t we just sitting ducks up here?”
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“Sometime the hunt takes time, patience Stibnite.” Leucite grinned, looking over his shoulder at the woman behind him. “Part of it all is letting the prey know you’re about.” He turns then to look at her, one foot on the edge of the roof, elbow on knee.
“This isn’t like hunting deer or stupid animals, you have to play mind games, get in your enemy’s head and KNOW what they are thinking…” He did have to admit though, Stibnite cut a nice figure in her uniform.
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“Just who do you think you are talking to?” She glared over at him but decided to just roll her eyes. “And just how do you play mind games with something that knows you are coming?” Throwing her hands up, she walked back away from the edge. “For all we know, someone sensed those damned auras of ours and put out a mass call.”
“They might be idiots but warning others is a natural reaction.” Her hips were moving back and forth as she walked. Lord she had been grateful when her transformation had included steel toed boots. Frankly she loved her uniform. Her weapon though was another story. Turning back around, she arched her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms under her chest. The movement lifted the pair upward creating an even more pronounced amount of cleavage. Shaking her head, she threw back the hood of her vest and gazed towards him. “So, leader, now what?”
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“We wait…” Leucite murmured. “It’s like fishing, you throw out the bait and then you wait…” He turned to her then, his eyes may or may not have dipped down to get a shot of her cleavage but hey, she was welcome to call the Captain out on it if she wanted to try. His eyes soon found their way to her own however. “Mass call or not, we can take a few of them just the two of us…” He chuckled. “If anything I’d say it’d be making things more sporting.”
He’d come to like the hunt, though it’d been rather quiet that night. “You get into their head by making them wonder if you’re going to leave them be or attack them. You draw closer, you back off… Or you just charge them… There’s no right way about it, Stibnite…”
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She hated fishing. Being on the boat stuck with your brothers in a small space for hours did that to a girl. At least when hunting they didn’t all climb into the same spot…
Besides the point.
“No. But there is a wrong way.” She smirked, the idea of making it more sporting reminded her of one of the few things she liked about him. That list was rather short. “Let them walk away thinking they have a clear win.” Red eyes turned to look out at the city. Mental games were not her strong suit. Frankly, she found them boring. Get to the point and be done with it.
Letting her head drop back, she finally let out a groan. “Okay, though this is getting ridiculous. Could we at least spar or something? Hey! That would really confuse them. Two negas fighting themselves.”
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Leucite smirked. Okay, that wasn’t a half bad idea he had to admit. It would take the edge off the evening a bit as well. “Alright, that sounds like a pretty good plan actually.” He stretched a bit, limbering up a tad. “Of course I won’t hold back, but I won’t teleport either just because I might need it if we do draw some attention.”
He worried his bottom lip with his teeth for a minute in thought. “Want to wager anything on the outcome?” He was starting to get bored, just not wanting to show it to the Lt. She’d might ask them to move then and that wouldn’t suit his hunting style. “You know, for fun.”
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Huh. He liked her idea. A bit of a surprise but Stibnite only smiled at it, cracking her knuckles before she moved her head side to side. “No weapons either. Or youma….” She added the last part remembering what’s his name. She did not have means around that yet and really did not want to be the prey to those fangs.
“A wager? Now, what did you have in mind?” Her body began to shift, dropping slow and into a ready position.
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“Fair enough, any other rules before we begin?” He said as he shifted into his fighting stance, resting lightly on the balls of his feet, arms loose but up to defend himself from incoming attacks. he made a mental note to try and work on his ground game in this fight. He’d not been getting a lot of takedown opportunities lately and he felt that his grapple game was getting rusty. He also made a note to work on that at the gym as well - but later, later.
Fight now.
“I don’t know, could be anything. Loser buys, has to do something stupid… Gives the winner head - I don’t know.” He’d only suggested it it to make things interesting, but he didn’t really care one way or another.
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The look on her face was clear that she did not miss his last comment. From blinking surprise to anger, Stibnite inhaled. He expected her to strike first. She was sure of that. “Well, I would love to see how you give a woman head when you are on the ground. Though that would not be a worth wild bet. Wouldn’t last long enough with your stamina.”
She smiled as cutely as she could muster. It was rather difficult for her but oh well. “So, Captain, let’s see if you can put me in my place.” And she pushed off the balls of her feet towards him.
Okay, first move was hers. Damn impatience.
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He braced.
Slight sidestep, more a shuffle really. Eyes moved along her from, watching, guessing, extrapolating lines. Feet moving forward, shoulders aligned toward him. She’s shorter but faster - his reach is longer. Timing…
The fist shot forward from down and slightly to the right of her torso, the other remained upright to ward off any potential counter blow. No words - just actions. The Fight was on, no wasted energy.
Only the fight.
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He was trained. The way his eyes moved along her body to watch her made that clear.
She was stubborn and hard headed.
The reaction to her head on attack drew a visual smirk. She shifted just as he shot his fist out to the left, her body moving out of the range as she spun, drawing up her left leg with the momentum to smash the back of it into him. What she had not seen was his defensive hand rise up. A protective movement. Guard the goods.
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Fist met air, and he watched her leg come up. It was going to impact him, but on the proper side. He did not shy away from pain, sometimes you had to take a hit in order to get one in. He moved into the kick, stepping in and with his defending arm, reaching down to grab it firmly.
He shifted his weight back then, pulling her with him, now she’d have to hop, or fall, her choice. Right arm moved to support left’s grip. Eyes continued to watch for fists, they would come soon.
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Stibnite chose the later. She dropped.
He had her leg and at said angle, without dislocating anything, she could not get in either a punch or her other leg. A hop would have thrown her off balance and she would have been at his control. Thus, she left her body lean back and pulled the weight from her leg.
Now she would see just how strong he was holding dead weight.
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Oh good she was going down on her own accord - less work for him then. He dropped a knee, helping her weight to the ground as best he could from the leg, he hoped she tucked her chin in so she wouldn’t smack her head against the rough ground, but then - not really his issue. He’d just prefer not to cause her damage from a spar. But he had said he wouldn’t hold back so…
Once she was down and on her back he moved forward, arms moving to pin hers to the ground, leg moving to wrap up the one he’d just been holding to keep from getting it tangled around his waist. He’d move into an armbar if he had to, or a leg hold if need be.
But for now, give her a sporting chance.
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Stibnite cursed the day she had not taken interest into watching MMA fighting. That would need to be corrected. However, at this moment, it did nothing to help her situation. She was stuck and as her head hit the ground, she wondered why she had picked being pinned as opposed to hopping like a one legged bunny.
Her leg was wrapped and she could feel his hands holding hers down. Still, even with the headache forming, there was a few pieces of her that could move. First was her head. It jerked forward was force looking to make a mark anywhere it hit. The second was her waist and hips. She had one leg in a position to move.
Sliding that one leg upward along his other side, she thrusted his hips upward and into him as best she could, aiming to throw him to the side.
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Her head smacked hard into his collarbone and he grunted roughly. This would need to be corrected. growling, he released her hands, instead reaching out and pulling her closer to him as she trust upward into him. Grunting he loosened his grip on her with one arm, to try and stabilize as the other roughly gripped the fabric of her uniform. He was sure the image would look interesting to any order member who happened upon them, bodies entwined and fighting.
But that wasn’t the point right then. His sole focus was on subjecting her to his will. Much as he had in his fight with Iudicael, Leucite treated this as a battle to the death. Leaning in, He bit at her shoulder - hard.
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She came back with one eye semi closed when her head made impact. The sound of him taking damage made it hard not to smile. But it did not last long. The trust and move into him was unexpect. The bite however…
That made her scream.
Loud and harsh as her now only free hand reached up to his head and grabbed as much of his damn hair as she could. With force she mustered from anger and pain, she yanked, secretly she hopped she would snap his neck as pulled back.
Her hood fell back with the move, his grip on her uniform pulling it away from her body. Magic had to be keeping her chest from flying out but that was not going to stop her. Stibnite wanted to return the favor a bit more close to home.
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Much like Iudicael, the captain’s teeth dug more in the harder she pulled on his hair. His eyes began to water from pain, and with a low, almost animal growl, the arm supporting his body moved to grab her hair and yank just as hard as she did. His eyes were flashing with bloodlust now, and his breathing came against her shoulder in quick, pants. If there had been reason in his actions before, it was no longer there now.
The hand on her uniform shifted, trying to grip her hand pulling his hair, trying to grab the wrist and put pressure on the joint and get her to release him, even as he continued to sink his teeth into her flesh. Maybe there was more than one reason Leucite had been able to tame Iudicael so well.
Maybe he was more dog than man.
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Stibnite’s wrist shifted in his hair the moment she felt his hand move. He was not going to get pressure points on her even as her head was yanked back. Her chest rose quickly now, up and down, up and down, as rage filled her blood.
Yanking the hand that had been in his hair away from his grip, Stibnite tried a far more to the point move with it. Her thumb went straight for his eye.
“Let...go...of ...me…” She hissed out trying to jerk her shoulder. She could feel it now. Blood coming to the surface of her skin. It was warm and made the rest within her body boil. A second later, a pool was forming around the outline where he held.
Stibnite’s knee jerked on human reaction for his side.
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He tossed his head back with a snarl and snapped at her hand, the knee drove into his side and he was knocked over, having not at all been stabilized. The copper was fresh on his tongue and he wiped his mouth, his lips curling into a sinister grin. “Oops..” He spat with a barking laugh.
“Was I a little too rough for you Lt.?” Goading words. He rose back into a combat stance.
“Or are you still up to dance a bit?”
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Her now free hand jerked to the bleeding marks over her shoulder. Holding onto it with strong pressure, she kept her eyes close. One breathe, two. And then they jerked opened. Fingers wrapping into a fist, Stibnite knew everything was still functional. However…
“If I have to get a rabies shot now...” Rising slowly to her feet, she found her facial expression level. “You are getting the bill.” And her hand dropped, blood shaking off her fingers as she reached up with both to put her hood back in place.
“Come on little dog. Your mistress dares you to try that again.” And she took a stance, her hand waving for him to come to her.
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He circled, slowly, then came in low, feinting a kick at her ankles before bringing his right fist up toward her face. At this point, any and all pretense to this being a friendly little spar was out the window, it was an all out brawl now. His blood was singing hotly and he was laughing.
He would take her pride down a peg or for by God.
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She jumped at the false kick, falling for it and allowing his fist to make contact. The height change though was enough to to avoid her face and smack straight into the now bleeding shoulder. Stibnite had to fight not the scream out but she managed, somehow.
With the jump though, she used both feet to extend out towards his chest, pushing back on him as she felt his hit push back on her.
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The mule kick sent him down to the ground and he skidded a few inches before coming to a stop. He coughed and laughed again. Scrambling back to upright, he bounced on the balls of his feet; fists at the ready again. “Holy s**t, Stib, if I knew you were this much fun I’d of fought you a hell of a lot sooner…” He watched her, eyes practically beaming with excitement.
“Well, come on, you ain’t bled me yet…”
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The hunter in Stibnite was beginning to come out. As animalistic as he was becoming, she was becoming more calculating. This had gone from being a silly spar to a down right brawl faster than she could have believed. Not to mention, he had made her bleed. That in and of itself was unforgivable.
But as her eyes scanned him, she knew quickly a bear in fight mode.
He had to go down.
“Sorry, blood pudding isn’t on the menu.” She spoke, with an edge to her voice. In the back of her head, her father’s voice lectured ‘don’t poke the bear’.
Oops.
“Regret turning me now?” She spoke out, before thrusting forward, fist drawn back.
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He should not be this turned on right now. Oh but he was… He so was… Licking his lips as he watched her charge him, he was impressed by her form and her lines. As she came at him he sidestepped. He threw another punch at her, but now he was just toying with her, he wanted to goad her more into his range. He kept it aimed at her torso, avoiding the shoulder even if it would have been the better hit.
“Not at all, you’re quite entertaining…” He quipped back, watching her with hungry eyes.
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The fist found her ribs but not before she could swing her own arm out at his side move. Stibnite was not one to miss the little things. The crazier with rage he got, the more she could see little tweaks before he moved. Leucite was losing his fluidity in her eyes. His power was there, the cracking sound of a rib cleared up that question. But she could catch a few changes in him.
Bent slightly at the elbow, she wanted to catch his neck as she dropped back. “Thanks. But they don’t pay me to be a clown.”
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“You’re hardly a clown,” Leucite grinned, trying to avoid the blow but blinking away hot tears when it became apparent that she’d nailed him good in the side of his neck. He choked a little, letting out a hiss as he brought his defenses back up. He had to focus… He had to pay attention or she’d get him on the vital spots.
He was being too cocky… But oh it was fun. Coughing, he forced himself to blink, knowing full well he was a sitting duck right then.
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And she knew he was a sitting duck as well.
Ignoring the pain that screamed out in her body, Stibnite caught herself and spun back towards him. Between blinks, she wondered if he would see the elbow she had coming straight at his nose. See it or not, her face showed the anger she felt. She wanted him down in front of her.
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He felt more than he saw the elbow, he felt the cartilage in his know crunch and he howled angrily, stumbling back a few steps as his nose began to bleed. The howling though, quickly morphed into laughter as he felt his back smack into the fencing that kept people from tumbling over the edge of the roof.
“ HELL THAT HURT!” He laughed as he wiped his face of blood and tears.
“Bet ya can’t do it again, b***h.” He spat, arms back up as he watched her with bright joyous eyes.
Her eyes said it all.
They widen and then quickly narrowed as she went after him again. Some would say he was going off the deep end. Stibnite was happy to throw him there.
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“You are right. I can’t break your nose twice in one night.” She smirked, pushing off her back foot to come at him with her fist high. He was against the fence. She did not want him to move. “But I can break your jaw for you.” And she swung a right fist towards his jaw line.
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Eyes followed fist, and hands moved. He juked hard to the right, one hand moving to block the incoming punch as his other drove hard forward toward her gut. It was time to be serious. It was try to make this fight actually hurt.
No more games. He could not lose. Not if he expected to maintain control.
The hit to the gut was not expected. He had been aiming high so this time, she was caught off guard.
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It dropped her down to her knees with a moan. One, two, three breaths to try and fill her lungs back with air. But it was too much with her rib. Mentally she was cursing. She had gotten in too close, his area of strength. And even as she tried to get back to her feet, she knew her lungs were not getting the air they needed to throw and effective move.
Curse not being able to teleport.
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He reached down and grabbed her hair with his hand, lifting her head up with a grin. “Oh, did we run out of steam Stiby?” He smirked at her, licking his lips. “I thought you had more fight in you then that…” He tugged roughly at her hair with his fingers. “You give or do I need to knock you cold?”
His eyes were wild and his blood was singing. It hurt so bad and good all at once.
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Her eyes closed for a moment, one more breath and she had what she needed.
Pushing off her down back foot, she thrusted her body towards him, good shoulder angled into his own gut as she felt his hand rip at her hair. “Die a** hole.” She spat out in rage as she worked to shift the palm up her hand up towards his jaw.
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She had spunk and vigor, he’d give her that. As she drove up toward him he grabbed her shoulder and with a rough tough, pushed her face toward the roof. “I have no qualms about putting you down Stibs…” He growled. “I’ll mangle that pretty face of your till doomsday if you want me too.” He growled. “But I’d rather you just admit you’re screwed.”
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Stibnite felt her body tense hard. She tried to react. Tried to go with it and look for a way out. But as her body relaxed under his hold, she mentally realized he was right.
And she hated him even more for it.
Making a mental note that once she had her arrows back in hand to turn him into a walking porcupine, Stibnite allowed her hand to hit the ground in the tapout motion.
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Leucite let her go gently at that point, letting her gently drop to the ground as he walked away, trying to not touch his face which was screaming at him right then. “Ugh…” He muttered, spitting more blood onto the ground. He almost felt bad for the next person to use this roof, it was going to look like a horror show.
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Stibnite dropped and did not move for a moment. Her eyes were open but she did not see. Her mid moved through her body accessing the damage and then hating herself for failing. The fact he had so clearly out moved her hurt somewhere deeper than anyone could go….her pride.
After a moment, she slowly began to rise. Throwing back the hood of her uniform, she gave no care as she pulled the fabric away from her bleeding shoulder. Touching it, she winced. “Damnit Lu. I’m going to have to get this looked at.” She spat out not caring if he heard. “You are paying the doctor visit.”
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He stopped dead still and walked over to her, his hand shot out and he grabbed her chin roughly between his fingers forcing her face to look into his as his eyes glared at hers. “You will address me as Leucite, Captain, or Sir, am I understood…” He growled. “Mouth off like that again and I’ll find something better for it to do. You understand?”
As for her complaint. “We have a doctor in our organization, I can arrange for free care, don’t fret your pretty little head about it, Stibs…”
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This is what she got for kidding. A man in her face that all she wanted to do was to Kill Bill him and rip those blood eyes out. She hated him right then. Full blown hated him. Before it had been annoyance. Toying. Amusement. Now it was something else. Something completely new.
“Understood...Sir.” Stibnite forced out her her lips in venom. But she never took her eyes off his. She would never allow him to see her break no matter how much she wanted to break him over that fence.
Her jerked her head from his grip and replaced the fabric on her uniform. Weakly she stood and gazed back at him. “Permission to retire for the evening. I am no longer in condition to suit your needs.”
She knew what to say. She knew how to say it. She hated herself right then and there for it as well. But she stood her ground and as straight as her body would let her.
He would pay for this.
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“...” Leucite watched her for a minute, before clicking his tongue. “Get yourself fixed up, and then contact me when you are fully up to snuff…” He said quietly. “Dismissed.”
She was going to be the death of him and he knew it.
Good.
Torvil
