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Post by Dakota on Mar 8, 2009 15:42:45 GMT -5
Dakota blinked, doing a quick back handspring to avoid a line of bullets obviously from a machine gun, seeing as how close they were. She grabbed one of the chair's backrests on her decent, and spun, flinging it quickly at a guy that was closing in with a gun. He obviously was expecting it to hit the ground, but it hit him hard in the head, and he crumpled. He was either knocked out, or injured, but not dead. That was too bad. She glanced back at the new boy, and he launched forward, dashing like a cat does before it stalks down a rabbit. She was ready for a direct hit, when he darted to the side and hit her on the side.
The bad side about being a bird-kid was that it was really easy to fling someone. The blow, which hard more force than she expected, had her flying back against a few tables, and landing on a table where some misfortunate couple that hadn't noticed what was happening, stupid love, screamed and ran off. She picked herself up delicately from the table, and narrowed her eyes. In a blink, she jumped from table to table and tackled him to the ground, slamming his head to the ground. She growled. "You've got some pretty good moves," She noted. "But not good enough."
ooc: Lol, can Dakota please win, Cain-san after some pages of fighting? She needs to win for once. xD
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Post by eric on Mar 8, 2009 16:09:03 GMT -5
With such a simple attack leaving that much of an impact on the girl, Cain started getting cocky. That smugness let him believe that he could let his guard down as she smashed into the table, he had turned around and exposed his back giving her the perfect opportunity to tackle him onto the hard floor. The shock as his head cracked against the concrete made him gasp in pain. Momentarily his wolf-like features vanished and his human face returned.
Grunting as he regained control he grabbed her forearms with a death-grip using that hold, still lying on the ground. He yanked her little bodyweight over his head and flipped her so that she would be the one flat on her back. Blood trickled from the back of his head and seeped to the tips of his hair, dripping dark mercury-like drop onto his shirt. He felt a growl rumble from deep in his chest as he rolled over and pinned her to the ground, keeping her on the ground and unable to make any attempts at escape. The urge to rip her pretty little neck open brought back his wolf-en changes as he made ready to do the same thing as he did to the SWAT member only seconds before.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 8, 2009 16:17:04 GMT -5
Dakota gasped as he easily flipped her onto the ground, the wind seeping from her lungs as her back hit the floor. She growled, knowing that she couldn't show weakness around this guy. Within the next second he had her pinned down, and his cocky smirk showed that he felt he'd left no ways of escape. She knew the weight of an Eraser, and that if she didn't scramble lose, she'd have some scars. A drop of blood from the boy fell to the ground, staining the concrete with it's dark mercury color.
Dakota smirked, finding a way out, and it included her favorite move. She squirmed as if she thought she could escape, suckering Cain in. She gave little petty whines, and then stayed still as if deciding she was defeated, before bringing her head sharply from the ground, hearing a loud crack as her head made contact with hers. She frowned, as she had such a good aim from her positioning to ram the cartilage in his nose into his brain, which would have kill him instantly. But, where would the fun in that be? She felt his grip loosen, and she slip expertly away from him, smirking. "Wasn't expecting that from Goldie, were you, freshmeat?" She quieried, smirking.
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Post by snowpaw on Mar 8, 2009 20:14:52 GMT -5
When Blake saw that Tagg was backing up away from him, he started watching her even more intently. Blake saw her start to leap at him a second before she did and moved an inch out of the way of her attack. Blake had seen that she had a bullet wound earlier when he was examining her movements. After moving away from her attack, Blake aimed for her wound, only putting half of his strength behind it, trying to hit it with his fist.
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Post by eric on Mar 8, 2009 21:14:28 GMT -5
The crashing of her skull straight into his face brought stars as he fell back in groaning pain. Dark blood trickled from his nose, and his lower lip was split open and going to bruise. ' Damn..She broke my nose! That no good little -' His mind when into full attack mode as he scrambled up on his feet and spat out blood, licking his lips in defiance,chuckling as he said..
"Baby, I'm an Eraser.."
He slammed his fist to her gut, not using enough strength to throw her across the room like before. The back of his hand smashed against the side of her face in hopes of leaving her with a messed up face as well.
" You birds will have to do a LOT more than that to take us down!"
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Post by Tagg on Mar 8, 2009 23:07:05 GMT -5
Tagg growled in annoyance as she was half-heartedly hit in the shoulder and she missed the Bird by merely an inch. It hurt a bit, but she had been through four thousand times worse.
Still she skidded to a halt behind him, circling him again, her black wings flared slightly in anger.
She watched him, trying to decide what to do, and quickly lunged at him again in attempt to clamp onto his shoulder.
He seemed to be fighting mainly defensively and Tagg hoped to rouse him to attack. First of all, attacking was always so much more interesting. Second, it was easier to harm each other when both were attacking.
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Post by snowpaw on Mar 9, 2009 5:28:23 GMT -5
Blake saw her leaping at him and ducked trying to punch her in the stomach, but with more of his strength put into the punch this time. Blake knew she was trying to get him to attack her with all that he had but Blake knew that if he did it would be trouble, last time he actually put all he had into a fight he had to pay a lot more attention to everything around him. Blake also knew that it would be hard to get him to attack with all his might. Last time Blake had fought like that was when he was escaping from the school. Even though Blake hadn't been in any serious fights since then he still trained every day to keep up his skills, because he knew that if you stopped being prepared and stopped training than if you ever had to fight for real that you wouldn't survive to see the end.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 9, 2009 9:35:14 GMT -5
Dakota smirked as his emotions changed to rage. Yes, headbutting definately was her best and favorite move... At least, until she took to the skies. She had zoned a little bit, as she felt a strong blow to her gut and the side of her face. Her head turned with the slap-thing, to lessen the intensity, and she felt the wind blow out of her from the gut. She took a deep breath. No, an Eraser wasn't going to win this one. She was going to be sure of it. She laughed. "I wasn't expecting to take you down yet, what would be the fun?" She said, smirking.
And with that, she ran at him but turned into a round-off-back-hand-spring-flip over him and unfolded her wings, taking to the skies. She felt a few eyes from the gunsmen on the ground give off silly emotions, and she shrugged. They'd all be dead soon, stupid kangaroos. She laughed lightly at her inside joke, and dove towards the ground, grabbing the new kid by the shoulders, and pushing him back against the tables and floor, before swinging clear, making sure to knee him in the head, before landing a few feet off. "I'm leaving this place carrying the sheilf or on it," She said seriously, narrowing her eyes.
ooc: The quote "on a shield" was used back in Spartan times by the women, who would tell their husbands as they went out to war to come back holding their shields or on them. If they were carrying their shields it meant they had won, soilders who died were carried home on the shields. Dakota is saying that she's not gonna settle for losing.<< LOL, History. xD
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Post by Fox on Mar 9, 2009 19:46:56 GMT -5
Fox sat down happily, seemingly content even around the bloody piles of S.W.A.T members around him. Fox yawned, a long, stretched out yawn, showing his bloody maw and teeth to the remaining S.W.A.T team, seeing them take aim, think about it, and then turn tail and run.
Fox felt good. He had gotten his revenge. There was blood everywhere. And then, of course, there was a small war going on between the two bird kids and Tagg and Cain. Fox whined, annoyed that no one was attacking him and shrugged, turning towards Cain's battle, knowing Tagg would be OK with hers. Fox watched carefully, learning both Dakota's and Cain's fighting styles as they chucked each other across the room, accompanied by howls and chuckles coming from Fox. Fox gave a particular bark of laughter when Cain was easily chucked clear across the room, breaking about a couple dozen tables with audible cracks as they split in two under his body.
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Post by eric on Mar 9, 2009 20:18:08 GMT -5
The extra hit in the nose was unnecessary in Cain's opinion, especially since it was already broken. 'Stupid cocky little tweety bird thinks she's such a hot shot..' Blood was now flowing harder and messing with the eraser's vision as he laid spread out on the ground. A few rounds cracked the concrete open around him, and with a killer headache he rolled backward and jumped up onto his feet. As he tried to shake the double vision, three bullets managed to tag him, one in his left shoulder, one right next to it, and the last one just nicked his throat. Blood was seeping into his shirt, soaking it and changing it's original color of black even darker with a hint of maroon.
The shirt was torn in so many places and shredded from his multiple changing that it was a miracle it was even still on. Wincing as he ducked to take cover behind a overturned table, he took the moment to try to pick out out the two bullets nestled in his shoulder blade. The result was a bloody mess with two slugs of metal in his palm, he tossed them away and checked for little miss bird girl over the table top. " Damnit...Well if one of us will die, better her than me."
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Post by Dakota on Mar 9, 2009 20:24:43 GMT -5
Dakota smirked, but felt a sharp pang as a bullet lodged in her side, but she ignored it, darting behind a table for cover. She glanced over at the new kid, who was doing simularly. She smirked. She had beat him up bad, and she smirked. If she were to finish him, she'd have to get rid of the SWAT team. She glanced over at Fox, who was sitting lazily in a chair. Once she finished off the boy, he'd probably be happy to help her beat up the SWAT. She smirked. "Fantastic," She mumbled to herself, getting ready to attack the boy at the next avaible moment.
ooc; Sorry, bad post.
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Post by eric on Mar 10, 2009 21:37:52 GMT -5
Cain checked for everyone's positions. The blond avian was taking cover as well behind a table about thirty feet away, The female eraser was fighting the guy avian to his right. Then Fox was still sitting on the bench watching and laughing.
" Stupid bastard.."
Sitting back down he cracked his neck and looked around him for something to bludgeon the girl with. Although the wasn't anything harder than a couple of school books, he did find a nice gun laying next to the passed out body of one of the SWAT members. Grabbing it, he checked for ammunition, ' fifteen shells.. that'll be plenty..' He smirked dementedly and with a quick breath to ready himself, he stood up. Cain ran in a large half circle wrapping to around where Dakota was visible, then he opened fire..
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Post by Dakota on Mar 12, 2009 8:58:19 GMT -5
Dakota flipped off one of the members of the SWAT team, ducking back behind the table. She glanced back at where the boy was resting but was surprised to see he wasn't there. She heard footsteps coming around the table, and she glanced over to see him with a gun, cocked and loaded. She stood quickly, and as he started shooting, she tried her best to avoid the bullets, but one nicked her in the side, and another hit her in the arm. Dakota growled, and her eyes narrowed. She left the bullets in. Not like the SWAT team came up with putting poison in them, the stupid creatures, but it would help keep the bleeding down for now.
Dakota smirked, tilting her head to one side, her neck cracking ominously and she narrowed her eyes further. She made a tsking sound with her tongue, and shook her head. "When will you ever learn?" She said, disbelievingly. "What's your name, 0114325?" She threw off names, a dark smirk on her face. "At least tell me so that I can call you a bastard when I need too," She grinned darkly, and launched forward at him, grabbing him by the shoulders and crashing him to the ground, landing on top of him. She frowned, knowing she was in open fire on the SWAT, but whatever. What could a bullet do?
ooc: YES! I have found the muse~
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Post by eric on Mar 12, 2009 11:24:09 GMT -5
Cain hardly noticed being slammed into the ground as the girl shoved him yet again to the ground, this time staying atop on his torso. Blood loss was slowing him down and his left arm was stinging a slight bit. The full smell of the avian filled his nostril, his body responding with pumping extra adrenaline into his system thanks to the scientists. He knew he was out of shell now as most laid on the ground, away from his reach, he stopped grinning and smirking for once as his eyes narrowed in on hers.
" It's Cain.."
He used his right arm that was holding the gun to slam it across her head, knocking her over just enough so that he could get back up.
" But you won't live long enough to need really know that."
(oc: go Dakota's muse- now I need to find mine...btw- could we kill Cain soon, I sorta want to start up a thread for when he's brought back to life back at the labs)
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Post by snowpaw on Mar 12, 2009 16:31:26 GMT -5
Blake hit Tagg in the stomach hard again right after his first punch. Blake's punch was his full strength and it knocked Tagg out. Blake quickly looked around the where everyone was fighting to see if anyone needed help, otherwise he would try to deal with the SWAT team.
(OOC: Tagg gave me permission to knock out her character because she won't be on much. since my character is now free, should he help Dakota??)
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Post by Dakota on Mar 12, 2009 19:07:06 GMT -5
Dakota smirked triumpiantly and she rolled the name through her head. She'd remember it, yes she would. She would use it against him every time she saw him. Before she knew it, she felt a crashing hit to her head, and she stumbled to the side and felt him slip out from under her. She growled, standing quickly at his remark. She pounced at him, and punched him on the side of the face, uppercutting him with the other fist. "It's you that won't need to know my name," She gritted, narrowing her eyes.
ooc: But, if he dies NOW it'll be five against the SWAT. >_< LATER! xD
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Post by eric on Mar 13, 2009 5:50:04 GMT -5
Her knuckles slammed into his face twice over forcing him to take a step back. It was time to use his extreme strength and body mass against the girl. Seizing hold of her smaller frame in a tight bear-like hug, attempting to crush her ribs in, his claws digging into her skin to make it that much worse. " You talk too much." oc: yeah still haven't found 'ol' musey' and Blake, it's alright with me (it'll make my guy seem like less of a weakling if it's two on one) If it's cool with Dakota... And fine I guess I'll live a little longer! -wriggles in defeat-  |
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Post by Dakota on Mar 13, 2009 8:39:13 GMT -5
Dakota smirked, feeling the cracking of his bones. Before she could jump back, she felt him pick her up and do the dreded bearhug. She rolled her eyes, even though she felt the prickle of claws scratching at her back. This move was amatuer, and it no longer worked against her as it used to. She frowned, as if she were stuck, before headbutting in the nose, feeling it shatter once again, and at the same time, kicking him hard in the groin, giving her enough time to squirm free. Yes, the bearhug was MORE than easy to escape from. "How do you know you just talk to little?" She countered, waiting for his next move.
ooc: A-okay for me, I guess. Just watch out, 'cause Dakota may get a little angry at Blake for interfering, but she'll get over it. But she HAS to be the one to kill Cain, or else the PLOT can't be finished.
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Post by snowpaw on Mar 13, 2009 14:18:57 GMT -5
Blake watched as Dakota and Cain fought, looking for an opening to join in on the fight. Right now Dakota was holding her own so he just kept an eye on the fight incase it turned bad. Blake didn't like to interfere with other people's fights unless, it was turning bad.
(OOC: that's fine I'll make sure if Blake joins in, he doesn't kill Cain)
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Post by Dakota on Mar 15, 2009 19:45:45 GMT -5
Dakota glanced over at the feeling of being watched. It was the bird-kid she'd herded over earlier. She smirked, giving him a sideways glance as she turned back to Cain. He was probably going to join in, but at least not yet. That was good. She was happy to realize he was content with watching, but the slight hint of concern gave her a little negative energy. He was probably worried that she was going to screw up and need help. She rolled her eyes. Whatever.
ooc: Just thought I'd post because... Cain needs a note to post.
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