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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 9:55:19 GMT -6
The feel of that warm blood flow down his leg was quite incredible really. Savoring the feel of it as he watched her roll out of his way. Escaping with only the graze of his foot. Not hitting her arm as he attempted to crush that arm, rather landing on her improvised club, quickly sliding it out of reach. He couldn't have her reaching for that again now could he? The answer was, probably not. She was a good fighter, and although she was only stronger then him in one area, she was still not weak enough to be considered vermin. He had to take her as a serious threat.
Although that didn't stop him from playing blood for blood with her. He would happily trade a blow for a blow. That was something that he knew he could win, quite handily. So he wouldn't make any move to dodge or stop that kick to his inner thigh, he would only take the kick with a grunt. That's only because he was waiting for her to try and sit up so he could beat her back down. And when she did, it didn't matter that she had that book trained for his knee because he would raise his left foot to kick her in the chin. Looking to use his slight monopoly on speed to beat her to the punch and knock her back down before she could even strike his knee.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 10:29:34 GMT -6
She knew the instant that her foot hit his thigh that he wasn't going to go down easily...well okay so she knew that to start with but honest, she didn't care. This wasn't so much about winning as it was about kicking his fucking ass and making it count for something...Win or Lose.
So needless to say, his foot caught her in the jaw, causing her lip to cut against her fangs and her cheek against the molars at the back of her mouth as she fell back with a rather heavy thud into the floor behind her. Though, lets face it, she had been through worse in her life and wasn't about to let that take her out..Simply laughing it off, she would lick away the blood that now covered her lower lip...releasing a soft little moan as she did. "I love playing dirty."
About the only thing she had time to say before her hand, which had shot out, would grab hold of one of the "in tact" desks around her an hurl it directly at his head. She wasn't some pathetic weakling anymore incapable of taking care of herself....nor was she going to allow him to see her as such. Feet pressing into the ground and shoving back as she did this to slide back and put distance between them before grabbing a girl's purse that had been left behind in the hurry to get the fuck out of the room.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 10:51:57 GMT -6
Slowly moving forward after his foot connected with jaw. Stalking her, waiting for her next move. He wasn't an idiot when it came to fighting. Especially now, not with her anyways. He knew that a win was kind of essential for him here and she was not someone to be trifled with, if only because now she held the longest pillar position in the school. Not choosing to discount her experience solely because she didn't have too many challenges. Knowing that in a school this size, with plenty of people chomping at the bit, it was a testament to her appearance and ability.
Grinning slightly at her words before she grabbed that desk and hurled it at his head, immediately knowing that he wouldn't be able to get completely out of the way. Even though he saw it coming it was one of those things you couldn't completely react to with enough time to make it out okay. Though his dive to the right would keep it from hitting his head, though a corner would tag him on the shoulder.
Standing up he noticed that new found purse, wary of her intent with it as he moved forward towards her once more. Hucking textbooks at her chest, her head as he moved forward, about three really, throwing them like frisbees. Closing the distance but still being quite wary of that purse, not wanting to rush into this blindly...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 11:02:42 GMT -6
She knew something was coming, and as he text books began hurling in her direction she would shoot her arms up and together, blocking them from connecting with her chest. Not to say that it didn't hurt like a bitch...cause it did...But it bought her time and that was all she really needed. Watching from behind her arms as he approached, her hand having delved into the purse to see what she had to work with.
A little grin curling upon her lips before her fingers would settle around a bottle of hairspray...not that "Save the Ozone" type but the aerosol can that just kept on spraying as long as your pretty little finger was pushed down onto it. A few other items as well, many of which were pretty useless but the nail file she found got a little delighted giggle from her. Though by the time that giggle left her lips she would have released the purse, letting it fall away and her finger mashing down on the little nozzle of the spray that exact instant..not going to allow him time to register what the hell it was before shooting it up and toward his face.
Now, it may not have been a direct hit, but anyone who has been around the stuff knows that it creates a toxic cloud of gunk the instant it is sprayed...and in that is in small amounts...This was a lot..And for her, being on the ground, it would take awhile to reach her...So, assuming that it at the very least distracted him....she would sit upright once more and stab that nail file into his thigh as hard as she could before jerking downward...aiming to slice open his leg as much as possible before being kicked or hit or whatever the fuck he was about to do.
Really....she seriously just wanted to stab him. Repeatedly.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 22:19:00 GMT -6
It became evident to him that caution probably was not his best option. In fact, there was no probably about it and it was going to cost him. How much? That remained to be fully seen but it would hinder his efforts as it gave her time to look in that random bag of tricks that she held. The giggle from her lips kind of suggesting that he was in trouble as she dropped that purse with little time to adequately react. The sound of spray being released cuing him to turn his head, however it would be enough, nor would it diminish the effects of the spray.
The burn hit him instantly as he sputtered, trying not to inhale too much of the shit. Though that was the least of his problems as he felt that stabbing in his thigh, not exactly sure what it was, but it sure hurt like fuck. Now, he'd have to use his qi, a two foot club forming in his hand as he turned towards her opening his eyes, tears streaming down his face as he coughed, swinging down as he tried to strike her in the head with that baton of shadows. Not just once, but repeatedly. Over and over again, like she wanted to stab him. Trying to hit her in the head, the chest until she did something that would stop him. Eyes still burning and still coughing as he tried to beat her into submission, or unconsciousnesses, which ever came first, so probably the latter...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 22:39:18 GMT -6
Pft....cheater. Or at least that is what she thought. Though the fact that he had to resort to using his Qi on her, because she was kicking his ass, just made this soooo much sweeter. From her position on the floor, and clear of the bulk of the spray, she would see those shadows forming and by the time the first blow had landed she had pulled that nail file from his thigh and rolled out of the way, narrowly missing getting nailed with it. "What was that saying that they drilled into my pretty little head?"
Rolling over and springing to her feet a good three or four feet away from him, she would chuckles slightly. "Oh, I remember. Cheaters never prosper." Her eyes darkening almost instantly as those words rolled off her tongue in a smooth purr...slow, steady step backward as she would move toward the area of the seemingly empty teacher's desk. "Tsk. Tsk. Legion. Having to resort to playing dirty? Against little ole me? Guess I should be flattered." Her eyes locked on him, waiting on him to move and no shifting as her hand shot out and snatched up a student who had been hiding behind the desk...some blond boy who was shaking like a leaf and looking between the two with a sense of pure dread.
Jerking him around in front of her, she would tilt her head slightly and grin, making sure to keep attention on him as well as on Legion. "You should have run." The only thing she would say before fangs would bury into the side of his neck, blood spurting free from around the areas where her fangs pierced before her lips would cover the mark. The boy making a sheepish yelp of pain and fear...though soon enough...he started to cease making much sound at all....
In fact, it wouldn't be until she had drank her fill that she would throw him to the ground and kick his limp, lifeless body away with her boot...Blood pouring from her lips and down her chin, neck and chest, though she would just grin and bat her pretty little lashes at Legion. "Alright...lets finish shall we?" Assuming of course he hadn't tried to attack her....
Which if he had....she would have done the most logical thing possible. Thrown the body directly at him. Yup. Human club ftw.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 23:04:13 GMT -6
She rolled out of the way, but Legion learned from his mistakes. He wasn't going to let her slide away to pull some shit like she just did. Feeling somewhat lucky that she really hadn't torn down but pulled it out. Not really letting her speak, he'd continue to pursue her. Staying on her as she rolled away, attacking as she rose to her feet. Swiping to his left at her chest, likely hitting her arm if it was down, but that was okay. All he wanted to do was keep the pressure on her, keep her from regaining her footing and fighting back effectively.
He was hurt, but not really any greater then her, just different. Sure his eyes still burned, his shoulder hurt and his thigh had been kicked and stabbed, but she had at least as much damage as him. That was the way he saw it anyway. They'd see though, he just had to be careful, the way he saw it at least.
His right foot leading now, after his swipe at her side he would strike again, swinging his club down and to the right, looking to connect with where her neck met her shoulder. Looking to hit her with the last half of his club, to stay well within his range, but out of hers. Grinning at her words and the irony of it...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 23:24:17 GMT -6
Oh well he was no fun, at all. In fact, she had to say that he was down right being a big ass baby at this point. After all, she wasn't using anything not readily available to fight him...and yet he was here trying to smash her because he was too big of a pussy to admit his little wife could whoop his ass. It was laughable really.
Seeing that club coming her way, she would use it to her advantage, turning her body at just the right moment so that when he struck her, he struck her hard enough to send her off her feet and back behind the desk where she had been headed in the first goddamn place. The blow cracking a few ribs as it connected with her back and side, though nothing she couldn't handle. Her grip falling on leaf boy and fangs burying into him the instant that she landed next to him...quick to drink from him as she grabbed his body and laid flat upon the floor with him atop of her to block any blows that would come her way before she would finish and hurl the now dead boy with the gaping hole in his neck directly at Legion.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 23:53:43 GMT -6
Somewhat confused at her turning into his strike, he'd see what she was doing the second that she went flying, towards another boy. A frustrated little growl released as her teeth sunk into him, not for the boy, not in the least, the mere thought of care for the boy laughable. But because Legion knew what she was doing. That club fading as she laid the boy on top of herself. Knowing that at this point, he couldn't stop her her from healing herself at least a little bit. But he could possibly keep her from healing all the way, but that depended on how quick he could get there.
Following her he would lift his left hand, reforming that leash around her neck, yanking on it to drag her from the boy. At least to pull her free some what. And when he did, as soon as her head was exposed, he'd start to stomp on her head, to try and beat out of her any healing that may have occurred. Right hand up to knock the boy away if she still chose and was able to throw that at him. But either way his goal was to stomp her head into the ground with his right foot until she found a way out of it or found herself out of it...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 13, 2012 0:06:14 GMT -6
She was really going to have to do something about that stupid leash. Though when he grabbed it, she would change her tactics up just a bit. Instead of throwing the boy, she would grab hold tighter and secure him to her, feeling herself drug outward she would jerk her head to the side and place the boys head in the way of that foot. Letting Legion stomp away to his hearts content on something other than her head while she finished up what she was doing...feeling that surge of energy rush through her before pressing into the ground with her right foot and allowing her body to swing to the side...her left extending to sweep under his own which was still planted firmly upon the ground....aiming to knock his big ass down a bit.
Should she be able to, she would then thrust that same foot up and then back down into his chest as hard as she could, driving the heel directly into the center just slightly above his heart.
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Post by Legion on Nov 13, 2012 8:36:47 GMT -6
As irritating as it was to have her suck the kid's blood anyway, whatever. She would heal and he wouldn't. Though he wasn't going to count himself out yet. As she threw that kid under the bus, or foot in this instance, Legion would stop, not stomping on the kid out of kindness, rather conservation of energy. Additionally he'd release the leash. Though she would by herself enough time for that leg sweep, knocking his one leg out from under him, though Legion would fall backwards, rolling down as he his fore arms would spread across the ground, slapping it so that he wouldn't really be hurt by the fall.
As her left leg came down Legion wouldn't really have time to dodge the kick by rolling out of the way, or completely block it, however he would be able to keep it from hitting it's intended target. How he'd do that was by shoving the foot to his right with his left hand. Her foot would slam down on the right side of his chest as Legion, with his left hand atop her shin would guide the kick with the momentum of the force behind it so it would slide between his side and his right arm, pressing her toe under his armpit, his knees squeezing tight together, his thighs around her leg so she couldn't pull it out. As he was doing this his right arm would wrap around her leg, before sliding back so her heel would rest in the crook of his inside elbow. His left hand would now clasp with his right, palms facing eachother, his right hand's fingers over his left thumb, squeezing his arms even tighter together. Once he did this he'd pull his arms to his left twisting her heel to the inside as his legs squeezed even tighter as he rotated his shoulders to the left before rolling fully to the left. The intent of this move to dislocate her knee and tear every ligament in there, as well as tearing her foot from those lower two bones, if he was especially lucky.
If everything went off without a hitch and he heard all that snap crackle popping he'd push away from her with both of his legs, letting go of her now, hopefully, mangled leg, before standing up...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 13, 2012 8:51:50 GMT -6
Because her player was too fucking lazy to have to figure out what the fuck just happened, Kaz would indeed suffer a broken leg, the sheer irony of this situation being that she was now in a position exactly similar to that of her Mother at more than one time in her life. Something which makes the player laugh, to be honest though Kaz...noooot so much. A growl issued as he would pull away from her...the pain shooting through her leg not pleasant and issuing a small whimper from the sheer fact this was the first major broken bone she had yet to suffer.
But, just like woman who gave birth to her, she would not let this, or HIM beat her. Not that easily...Her hand shooting out to grab at the edge of the desk, pulling herself up and balancing her weight upon her good leg, eyes dark as night as they centered upon him. "There. Now do you feel like a big man? Breaking my leg like that? Or do you need more to overcompensate for the complete fucking loser you are?"
Oh yeah, she didn't give a fuck what he thought, what he did, or what he said...She wasn't going to let him win the power of will despite his ability to win the fight. She didn't care if she won the fight...yeah...it would be nice. But in the few things she had learned from her Mother, it was not a matter of winning, it was a matter of standing your ground and not allowing yourself to be pushed around by somebody who was nothing more than a big fucking bully.
"Just keep in mind after you take me out...and are feeling all big and proud...That I would MUCH rather fuck my brother than you.....any day." Sick little grin twisting upon her lips as she ran her tongue over her lips and pushed off that desk, standing on her own if just barely and keeping all weight off her bad leg. It wasn't nothing she couldn't fix with some other helpless victim...and she would....soon. But for now, she wasn't going to back down...regardless how much it hurt....Forcing herself to put just enough weight on it, despite the earth shattering pain...to limp forward and toward him. Not the least bit intimidated. Nor would she ever be again.
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Post by Legion on Nov 13, 2012 9:36:08 GMT -6
Legion would watch her crawl to her feet, in defiance of him. Yes, this was likely one of the qualities that had attracted Patrick to her in the first place, though to be honest, Legion was fairly certain this was a shared trait between her and Nyx. That determination undoubtedly manifesting in different ways between the too, something that even in this circumstance Legion had to respect.
Her words would draw a slight chuckle from Legion because he found that comment about him being a loser and needing to overcompensate funny. All she really sounded to him right now was a dying animal growling out loudly in some sort of last ditch effort to scare the predator away. An action that Legion had always found somewhat amusing. Some desire to prove that though he may have broken her body that he hadn't broken her spirit. Admirable, but amusing nonetheless.
That being said her insults meant nothing to him, not anymore. Not even her comment about rather fucking her brother then him, because even if it was all true, which it wasn't, well probably the thing about her brother but that was a different matter, she was only trying to score a moral victory at this point. The idea of a moral victory in this little spat held an irony that was not lost on Legion.
As she limped her way toward him Legion would raise his arms once more. Treating her like an actual opponent. With her walking towards him with that mangled leg she deserved that much. Legion wouldn't toy with her, not in this circumstance, maybe at some other point but not when she was acting like a true warrior. Though there was something concerning about that sense of honor, from a demon. Something that Legion would shrug off now, only later to realize that that wasn't a feeling that came from him. But as long as she came toward him he'd fight her, and allow her to do so even if it was a futile effort.
So Legion would move forward to meet her, left leg leading as he threw a left jab to her face, followed by a right cross to the same place. His body worn, but at this point he was far better off then her....
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 13, 2012 9:58:59 GMT -6
She would not back down and he could laugh all he wanted. She didn't care and the fact that he would dare to think she did was more laughable than his attempt to own her and to prove he was better. He would win, she knew that, but that didn't mean she would consider this entire venture a loss. Her breath heavy, she would take a moment as she approached him to draw in a deep breath and center herself....
"Always remember to breath...You lose your breath, you lose your will."
Her Mother's words running through her head...undoubtedly words handed down from Uncle Gabriel. Ones that she had found, in the recent past, to be very true. Eyes focused upon him, she would trace over the lines of his body and wait...his left foot coming forth she would note the slight twitch of his shoulder and in result she would duck down, focusing all her balance upon her good leg and throwing her shoulders to the left...forcing her body into a spin as her hand shot out, nail file in hand, swiping it at his stomach before her hand shot out toward the ground to catch herself from completely toppling over.
That same hand shoving into the floor the next instant to literally throw herself back and away from him should he try to stomp her or be all big and bad with his Qi again. Landing on her ass, she would slide back a bit...giving herself a little distance. She wasn't really trying to delay the inevitable but if he wanted it, he was damn well going to have to work for it.
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Post by Legion on Nov 13, 2012 10:27:49 GMT -6
Watching as she ducked under his jab, not bothering to throw his right hand at this point seeing as he target had moved, he'd watch as that hand would start to flash towards him. Honestly having forgot that the nail file was there, assuming it had been dropped in the scuffle, though that was his problem. One he was about to pay for, though perhaps not as much as he should have. His right arm dropping down to intercept that file, so it would only cut about half across it's intended target then gash up his arm pretty significantly. It wasn't really a big deal but hey, even paper cuts add up.
As she threw herself away Legion would stop. He knew that there was still fight in her eyes but he wasn't going to pursue if she was making no movements to continue the fight. Once again a slight sense of honor in his actions. Something from Patrick undoubtedly. Not really wanting an execution, not here anyway. Besides, winning this grudge match didn't seem to have any positive benefits for either of them. Maybe to Legion as an ancillary little bonus, but not one that was big enough to get him to continue. Because Patrick still had his desire to get Nyx back. How far was he willing to go? Pretty far, though that remained to be seen just how.
So Legion would remain standing there as she sat there, waiting for her to run her mouth, thinking perhaps it would just be better to let Patrick out because by his estimation, this was losing it's thrill...
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