The last thing Andrew would see was notice Sammy had left the chat. She was already on the prowl again, she cleaned up her coat, she had often kept a stock of cleaning supplies to clean it up and so she wore the more than tattered coat over top her usual outfit. a** kicking justice deserved to be done proper
It wasn’t that far to find Andrew’s dorm room where he was likely still chatting away to the rest of the group. She eyed the door for a long moment. << I’m doing it. >> Bastille only laughed as he manifested into her outstretched left hand.
Without warning she pulled back and slammed the beast of a weapon right through his door before stomping into the room, “Time to pay the price you sleezy lil s**t,” she said as she walked in past her discarded hunter weapon cracking her knuckles while it de-summoned. “******** what consequences I face, I’m going to leave you aching in every single bone.” She said with a growl.
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
Andrew was making a photo update and had just finished making sure he had back ups when suddenly his nice sturdy door was not so sturdy. He had a raging sun hunter burst in.
"Oh s**t."
Burn her! his weapon shouted, fully ready to go. Andrew had other plans. He freaken bailed.
His room was two stories up. That did not matter, he was out that window faster than you could say chocolate moose. And he scrambled down the window ledges with some skill, dropping when he missed his grip but not caring. Fear shield would protect him from that. Not from an angry Sammy.
"You got to catch me first!" he shouted up and took off.
His phone was safe with him. After the hurricane there was not much in his room worth saving.
Miliardo Kason
Roll higher than me to corner him and get your fight. hu hu hu.
Maybe busting down his door was a bit much, it had given him time to react and he made his choice scrambling for the window before she could lay hands on him, she glanced towards the window scowling. < Are you going to let him run? > Bastille mused.
“He won’t get far,” to prove her point she sprinted to the window diving at it, she twisted as she dove through grabbing the ledge to drop her down a bit lower before she kicked off the wall hitting the ground with a roll, Bastille hissed silently < Save it for the fight; you’re going to tax me now by jumping out a window? > She ignored her weapon standing up again flicking her cape like coat free of dust.
“You’re making it worse for yourself Andrew, I won’t hesitate to use Bastille outside, at least in your room I considered only punching your face in.” She said as she stalked after him now.
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
"Kiss my a**." Was Andrew even trying to make this better for himself? No, he was not. He just kept at a dead run going around the building and heading out to the back of the island where he would hopefully have some maneuvering room.
If he couldn't outrun her he was going to at least pick the place. If she pulled her weapon he'd pull his and she wouldn't like it.
Miliardo Kason
Andrew -journal Sun division specialized hunter Arcana: death (Group d) wild arcana Andrew probably doesn't like you. If he's smiling something is either on fire or he recently pulled something off and you don't want to know. Otherwise he doesn't smile.
She saw his path scowling as she knew he was going to try and escape somewhere narrow where she’d have a harder time fighting. Sammy wouldn’t let that happen. Her weapon appeared again and was sent spinning through the air, the large sword slamming down dangerously close in front of Andrew.
It was all a decoy; meant to give him pause as she came sprinting up behind him leaping into the air fist pulled back in an attempt to crash into the back of his head. If it landed or not it didn’t matter, she had caught up to him now and they were in the open area near the dorms. Moving past him she turned to face him, one hand reaching back to grasp Bastille by the hilt as she stared him down. “I was just going to clock you around a bit with my fists, but if you want to run, want to try and take the coward's way out then I won’t hesitate to really punish you.”
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
Oh s**t. he's forgotten how big some of the other hunter weapons could get.
Burn her burn her! the screaming in his head was roaring for blood smoke and ashes.
He ignored it.
He did whip around just barely in time to doge the first attack But that was a barely. He wasn't expecting to get caught. Andrew wasn't expecting her to be so persistence on someone else's sake. It was something he just didn't get. It was also too bad he didn't have time to whip out his phone and take some photos because this would be some great footage.
"Hey I didn't hurt anybody." he put his hands up and tried to talk her out of this. But he had stopped running an those hands were meant for defending his face.
Bastille was a prime example of how big a hunter weapon could be, the hulking blade 3 widths of her arm wide, thick as a fist before it tapered down to it’s glistening edge, and full height as tall as Sammy was. Yet she moved alarmingly fast for someone with such a heavy looking weapon; it was just a matter of space as to how well she used it, even without she was known to punch well too.
She stood there one hand still on the hilt of the weapon, the blade still lodged in the ground as she smirked. He had nowhere to run now. If he turned tail and tried to run she’d strike from behind, same if he tried to get past her. He could only fight.
“On behalf of Riley, and every other women you’ve embarrassed or pissed off by taking photos of them. For every stupid thought in your head that it’s something you can just ‘do’ and that it’s ‘okay’ because it’s not hurting anyone I’m going to kick your a** and smash your damn phones camera.”
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
Her part was spoken, she stood glaring at the other hunter for a long moment. Without warning she dislodged her great weapon in a shower of grass and mud flinging it up into the air as she whipped the blade around from behind her crashing into Andrew’s side. She had one goal; knock him down, get the phone. Knock him out. Get the phone. Delete everything on it and crush the camera lense to make his lesson learned.
She grinned with satisfaction though feeling the impact of her opening blow knowing it wouldn’t be hard
HP: 60/60 Charge: 1/3 DMG: 10
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
Suddenly she actually swung her weapon at him. And that... well he would feel lit later that was for sure.
Oh s**t she was serious. Andrew hadn't intended to fight. He really hadn't expected that to go to full blows. He summoned his weapon, a much smaller sword by comparison but it was long slender and full of fire.
He whipped it at her general direction, for all the good it did him at the moment.
"You really think you are better than me? How is this better?"
HP: 50/60 Charge: 1/3 DMG: 2
Andrew -journal Sun division specialized hunter Arcana: death (Group d) wild arcana Andrew probably doesn't like you. If he's smiling something is either on fire or he recently pulled something off and you don't want to know. Otherwise he doesn't smile.
There was a hungry grin on her face now, the fight was on and this was her true element, she stood blade down, slanted where it fell after her opening blow waiting to see what he would do, would he surender his phone and run like he had before?
No. His weapon flickered into existence and lashed out a thin trail of fire seeming to linger with it as he swung. It was only a grazing blow, yet she still stepped back from it feeling a warmth from the blade that was discomforting to say the least for her.
“Am I better than you?” she paused to debate it, “Not really,” she strode forward now lifting her sword over her left shoulder in one hand pointing at him. “Oh this isn’t better, this is petty, this is violent. The difference is why, because you upset my friend Riley, because you upset me, because you offend so many people with the attitude you take that you can just invade their privacy for your own sleazy pathetic reasons.”
She brought the sword down hard, not as hard as the first blow, but the intent to strike him was clearly displayed as she slammed the sword down with only one hand with a slight growl.
“So I’m going to punish you little buttercup.”
HP: 58/60 Charge: 2/3 DMG: 7
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
Well appealing to her higher sense of purpose wasn't going to work. She was buddies with the Lifer he had been bothering. Which was weird because he didn't realize the woman left her office enough to have friends. It fusterated him because he didn't have any himself. And wouldn't know how to make one even if anyone was willing.
Then blade came again and he put attempted to block it with his own blade, with no luck. He just wasn't fast enough. Especially when he got distracted. "Seriously? Do I look like a butter cup?"
HP: 43/60 Charge: 1/3 DMG: 0
Andrew -journal Sun division specialized hunter Arcana: death (Group d) wild arcana Andrew probably doesn't like you. If he's smiling something is either on fire or he recently pulled something off and you don't want to know. Otherwise he doesn't smile.
Some people had a knack for being friends with those who were not of average stock, that is to say the outcasts, the oddballs, the undesirable. In another time Sammy might have enjoyed beating Andrew around in a more friendly manner. The problem here was that he’d crossed someone she cared about, and that was the easiest way to land at the top of her s**t list. She hadn’t had much to confirm it, but recent events had driven her to feel this visit was ‘justified.’
His pathetic block almost gave her pause, still the attack had followed through smashing his weapon aside, how was it that he was a sun with such a lack of fight in him?
“Well you wear the coat of a sun, and you fight like a flower, so yes, I think it suits you well,” she stated in a matter of fact tone before she gripped her weapon in both hands, spinning low clipping the ground as she arched the blade upward in a vicious upper cut that would likely send Andrew tumbling backwards.
The blow done she dropped her sword to its tip sinking into the ground as she held out her left hand, “Now I’m going to give you the option of handing me your phone right now after that one or I’m going to keep beating you till your shields about to break, and trust me,” she said darkly, “You don’t want to risk that less Bastille shatter you like a stone.”
HP: 58/60 Charge: 3/3 DMG: 16
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
There was a long moment of debate. Now the question was did he care about his phone over life and limb? The answer was really, No. He sighed pulled it out of his pocket and chucked it past her.
"I fight monsters not other humans. I have standards." he scowled at her. "And if I burn you. It will scar and it will stay, and then you'll be blame me forever anyways." he sighed again. Well he was going to have to get a new phone.
Eh he was due for an upgrade anyways.
His weapon was very annoyed at his choice.
miliardo kason
HP: 27/60 Charge: 1/3 DMG: 0
Andrew -journal Sun division specialized hunter Arcana: death (Group d) wild arcana Andrew probably doesn't like you. If he's smiling something is either on fire or he recently pulled something off and you don't want to know. Otherwise he doesn't smile.
Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 10:17 am
Sammy stood there waiting, her sword still tucked into the earth and she made no move to grab it as he knelt on the ground. Slowly she crossed her arms under her chest eyeing him a bit weary as he finally spoke up eventually. He made a move to his pocket and tossed it out towards her the device landing just past her.
“I fight anything that needs its head knocked on straight or destroyed.” She moved to collect the phone, taking just a moment to flip through and erase all the photos he’d taken of other people. Pausing long enough to take a photo of Andrew in the dirt with his own phone and send it to the chat. That done she reached behind her back between herself and her jacket tugging out a runic blade before carefully jabbing it into the camera lense of the phone. The camera mode becoming a flickering pixelated mess when she checked it a second time.
“You want that fixed. You apologize to Riley, and all the other girls you pissed off. And hope the ones in the labs don’t reject your device for repairs for what you’ve done. Show women some damn respect.”
She tossed the phone back at his feet before turning with a flourish her weapon vanishing as she wandered off flipping the runic dagger lazily in the air as she walked.
Journal:Here Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Shock Trooper Arcana: Wild card - Strength Bio: Sammy and Bastille are a pair of hit first question later. A gorgon great sword as tall as Sammy’s 5’7 form, the sun hunter always seems to be grinning and ready for a fight, her eye sight is slightly poor and so she ware’s purple tinted contacts all the time. Her specialty is disrupting the enemy. Throwing herself headlong into battle to disrupt the enemy with reckless abandon and chaos. Dangerous, but effective.
Ok that was just rude. He stuck his tongue out after the shot. He was still defiant even after getting smacked around a bit. Andrew scrambled after his phone and checked it, ahh good only the Camera lens was broken. Oh she deleted some stuff too. Good thing he had backed everything up. He'd just have to get the repaired... And probably from one of the male hunters.
She acted like he was sextist or something. Nope he hated everyone equally. And he had a new target to annoy the hell out off. Revenge would be had. But he would have to plan carefully.
