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Post by Dakota on Jul 25, 2009 11:15:14 GMT -5
Dakota was surprised as Fox suddenly started attacking again, feeling the blows but not really dreading over them. She knew that she couldn't pretend that they didn't hurt, but she knew she had to keep going. As somebody she had heard of once said "Pain is but only a call. You can let it go to voicemail". She knew that she couldn't survive like this if she wasn't stringing moves together, but she was still curious into how far she would have to go before Fox snapped out of it. In the end, survival won and she launched herself at him, punching him in the stomach a few times to throw him back before kicking him on the face and using the momentum to swipe his feet from under him so that he'd land more offcenter towards his head than just on his back. She smirked, giving him a smug look.
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Post by Fox on Aug 1, 2009 23:04:40 GMT -5
Fox felt his air leave him as she punched him repedatly in the stomach and grabbed his nose as she kicked him and felt his head crack against the ground. He quickly stood up, his hands moving between his head and nose and he growled at her "That hurt!" He launched forward and headbutted her head with his own and then grabbed her shirt with his left hand and sent his right crashing into his face. As she staggered back he grabbed her shirt, swept her feet and flipped her over, slamming her back into the ground. He sent a quick kick to her rib and backed off, giving his own smug smile in return
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Post by Dakota on Aug 5, 2009 12:00:49 GMT -5
Dakota felt the wind knocked out of her as she hit the ground and then was kicked. She considered staying down for a fraction of a second, but she knew that she couldn't just give up this fight. She started it. She picked herself up delicately, and smiled faintly. "You've improved, Fox," She said politely, tilting her head to the side curiously. "You're not hanging out with that Tagg girl, are you?" She asked, tilting her head to the other side. Something was nagging at the corner of her brain, telling her that if she wasn't going to bring something unexpected in the battle, she was going to lose. She knew that she had a knife on her, but she wasn't going to throw it out there unless she had a good chance at finishing it. Dakota smiled. "Do I need to be suspicious of you too?" She joked. She decided to see if she could distract him how she used to, just so she could get a brief rest and think. Which was hard for her, but whatever.
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Post by Fox on Aug 8, 2009 14:07:36 GMT -5
Fox chuckled, "Why thank you, and no, i havnt been hanging around with "that tagg girl" it amounts from alot of nothing to do but work out and and spar." Fox said with a wide grin. He shook his head at her last question, "No, but you should pay attention to the fight though." He said and launched himself back at her and sent a punch towards her face.
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Post by Dakota on Aug 10, 2009 13:46:20 GMT -5
Dakota shrugged, and smirked faintly to herself as he launched himself at her, putting her hand out and catching his fist and twisting it around, turning herself around and flipping him over her back and onto the ground, sending a sharp kick to his head. She did this quickly, glad that she was able to use the move that she'd been practicing on him. She was also happy to get her momentum back going, and gave him a taunting smile as she gave his arm one last sharp twist before letting go and jumping back. "And maybe you should remember who you're fighting, right Fox?" She said simply, giving him a signature Dakota smirk.
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Post by Fox on Aug 12, 2009 8:18:35 GMT -5
Fox grimaced as he landed on his butt and his arms were twisted behind his back. he quickly got up as she let go and growled in annoyance, rolling his arm, "Maybe I should," he said, and launched himself at her, slashing his claws across her face, just reaching the surface, so that it wouldnt kill her but the blood would get in her way and then used to momentum to do a round house kick to her face. He then grabbed her shirt and pulled her to his face and growled, "And maybe you should remember who YOUR fighting," and pushed her away, jamming his claws in the side of her leg and pulled out, smiling wickidly
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Post by Dakota on Aug 17, 2009 13:12:35 GMT -5
Dakota gasped at the sudden claw motion, stumbling back as he growled in her face and then pushed her away. She blinked slowly, making the blood from the scratches go over her eyes and not dye her vision red. She lifted her hand delicately and made the blood trail go around her eyes and not into them. She wiped her leg, pulling a few of the shredding jeans from the wounds, and gave him a small smirk. "Touche, Fox-buddy-boy," She countered, spreading her wings and using them to give her an excelarated charge towards him, tucking them in as soon as she could so that Fox couldn't do damage to them. She brought her fist around and did a backhand-bitch slap to him, and used the momentum to kick his feet from under him, uppercutting his jaw and sending a hard kick to his groin.
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Post by averant2 on Aug 17, 2009 17:30:49 GMT -5
Samantha strolled though the empty mall, searching for something, anything, to eat. God knows a hot dog can't compare to a chicken cordon bleu, but it's something, right? You'd think there would be a food court visible somewhere around here. It's not THAT big a mall, for God's sake... Lately her energy had been running at an all-time low, and hunger gnawed a hole in her stomach.
Passing by a vending machine, she noticed a scuffle nearby. Apparently this mall wasn't quite so empty after all. She walked over to the fight.
Both contestants were quite bloody, and seemed to be having a good time, judging by the smiles on their faces. Although that might have been wild grins of rage. Sam couldn't tell. She strolled over and tapped the girl, who was dominating at the moment, on the shoulder. "Hey, miss, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything," she said, totally serious. The wings and the wolf didn't seem to concern her in the slightest. "I'm having a bit of trouble finding the food court. It doesn't seem to be on the map anywhere, and I can't imagine a place like this not having a food court. Can you point me in the right direction?"
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Post by Fox on Aug 18, 2009 12:16:31 GMT -5
Fox felt all the blows connect but quickly clamped his legs together blocking her kick to the groin. Fox rubbed his jaw and got up and glanced at the girl who was approaching them, not at all seeming to be disturbed that a girl was fighting a wolf.
he laughed to himself as she approached Dakota, tapping her and asked which way the food court was. Judging by her smell, she had no fear at all and was a bird kid. "Interesting" he thought and decided not to intervene, wanting to see how Dakota handled this.
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Post by Dakota on Aug 21, 2009 22:21:20 GMT -5
Dakota smirked as Fox seemed to drag back, her eyes glinting happily at how flowing her motions were starting to get again. She went immediately into a defensive stance when she felt something touch her shoulder. She jumped, of course, startled by the sudden entrance into their little bubble of 'do not disturb'. She turned her head, sizing up the girl, instantly putting together a few facts that were good for her. She glanced at Fox, hoping this wasn't one of his tricks, but when his emotions she got from him were calm and curious, she turned back to the girl. She started to speak, and Dakota wondered in a delicate way on how this girl was seeing the two of them, fighting and bloodied, and still be able to approach them so calmly. It was throwing off her own emotions.
She hated when people did that. She blinked as if confused at the girl, tilting her head gently to the side. Oh yes, Dakota was a very good actor at times. "I'm sorry, but can't you see that we're a little busy. There are, of course, other shoppers at the mall you can bother, and security guards you can ask," She said sweetly, giving her a small smile and a little girl look. "Now, if you don't mind," Dakota said, the sweet tone drowned from her voice as she decided that anger towards the girl would probably be a good source of anger towards Fox. She turned, narrowing her eyes at Fox, wishing the girl would get the clue and just walk away now before she was dragged into this. She didn't like bringing people into pain they didn't have to indure. It was just one of her nicer sides.
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Post by averant2 on Aug 21, 2009 22:36:06 GMT -5
This girl could take a hint just as well as anybody else, but she chose not to. Sam raised an eyebrow and smirked at the back of Dakota's head. "Sweety, if there were any guards within a kilometer, this fight would already be over. As for the shoppers..." Sam did a 360. "I see none in sight. You're little brawl made sure of that, I think."
She took a step to the side. This girl seemed to be one of those tomboys that had something to prove. She could be wrong, but that was what it was like at first glance. She didn't seem to mind the bleeding, and she also seemed used to fighting. But, then again, she was fighting an eraser. And erasers only fight bird kids.
"I realize your busy, but I'm desperately hungry over here. If you won't direct me to the food court, at least tell me a good place to eat in this city."
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Post by Dakota on Aug 21, 2009 23:25:28 GMT -5
Dakota looked back towards Fox, and flinched as she heard the girl's voice from beside her. Could the girl not get the hint, or was she just being defiant? Either way, she was a bit disgruntled that the girl remained, and as she said that she was a bit hungry, she rolled her eyes and gave her a cruel smile. "Life isn't fair, is it? We all used to be starved, dehydrated, and beaten for the life of the scientists, and what do we get? Nothing. Life wasn't made to be easy for us as birdkids, we're just experiments. So until you can learn to deal with a bit of hunger, I'd get out of my face before I rearrange yours." This last part was a most definate threat. Dakota's temper was dancing on a roll of cookiedough that was wearing thin. She had to steam off this temporary intrusion before she fell off of it.
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Post by averant2 on Aug 21, 2009 23:35:38 GMT -5
Sam was searching through her bag for a mirror at the moment. "Mmhmm. That's nice. I'm deeply moved. Not like I haven't heard that fifteen times before." She looked up, frowning, her hand still buried in her purse. "You know, it's almost as if you don't want me to help you with Mr. Furball. Not five minutes into the conversation, and I already learn you're fickle."
OOC: sorry for the short post
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Post by Dakota on Aug 22, 2009 0:01:36 GMT -5
ooc: Short and simple, that's just how I like them.
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Dakota was running through a few options as she waited for the girl's response. Dakota could deck the girl, which would be rather interesting. She wondered on how hard she could hit the girl without renduring her unconcious. Her mind was trying to get into the facts on where to hit to cause death, but something inside her messed up skull was telling her killing the girl wasn't a solution to her problems. And besides, she wasn't good at disposing the bodies of the misfourtunate that seemed to straggle acrossed her path in a flurry of stupid. Hm... She could hit her in the face, this pretty girl probably needed a little reminder that when she was faced up with a ticked-off-tomboy-bird-kid where she stood in line. That was the best part for her to to do. She was just showing the girl her place.
She watched as the girl started rummaging through her purse. A quick inspection of it's size and the way it barely pulled on her shoulder was a good sign that the girl was most likely not looking for some kind of weapon. Say a gun. Oh how Dakota hated guns, and the way they could so easily kill and how it made other look stupid as they tried shooting at objects flinging at them at seventy miles per hour. Of course, Dakota had gone through this all to make sure that this girl wasn't some assassin sent from the old Lab down in Tennessee. That would be bad and she rather hoped that she wasn't going to be the one going down by a prissy girl who was hungry. The purse could hold a knife, but Dakota was more than capable of dodging them, and possibly catching it and throwing it back at her.
The girl started talking and Dakota was instantly annoyed at how smart-alec and sarcastic this girl was treating her. For a brief second, Dakota wondered if this was how the other's felt when she was talking to them. She couldn't say, but she knew that at least when somebody got angry, she didn't continue to talk like a petty valley girl. She wondered again how hard she would have to punch the girl before she would render unconcious, but she shook her head slightly to clear it. Violence wasn't the answer to these kinds of problems, was what she was frequently told as a kid. She had believed this, and many other lies as she was growing up. Nobody wanted her to fly away, and now that she had, she wonder why the heck not fly away? It was better than being in that cage.
As the girl finished up, leaving Dakota with a rather harsh insult lingering in the air between them, that atmosphere had suddenly grown almost suffocating with tenseness. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, remembering the lie she had been told again and again as a kid. Then she suddenly came to realization. Lies are untruths, meaning... they were false. It was a total blonde moment on Dakota's side. Lies weren't the truth, and violence could very well be the solution to everything. As she thought this, her fist swung out and she smirked as she felt it connect with the side of the girl's head, making a nice cracking sound between bone as she gave a small smile. "Watch who you're calling fickle, because you just got owned," Dakota retaliated. "I was on top of this battle, I don't need a valley girl's help." She finished, giving her another taunting look.
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Post by averant2 on Aug 22, 2009 0:53:01 GMT -5
Samantha had backed off a step or two, waiting for an answer. She almost didn't see the punch coming in time.
Almost.
As the fist flew toward her head, Sam's face suddenly took on a stony look, as if she was frozen in place. The crack of bone was very audible, reverberating through the mall with astounding volume. But then, that's what happens when you punch a human statue. The result was a very bruised hand, and probably a few shattered knuckles. Samantha hardly felt the punch, but Dakota was certainly going to be feeling her hand later on.
So I was right. Samantha thought. A tomboy with something to prove. And here I thought this one might be something original. She heaved an internal sigh. A pity. Under different circumstances, we probably would have been best friends, kicking ass left and right. And yet here we are, fighting and breaking bones.
Unfreezing from her petrified state, Sam took her hand out of her purse. She was now holding four throwing knives, one between each of her fingers. She pointed them at Dakota, her voice very cold. "Now you listen to me. All I asked for was directions, and now we fight. This world doesn't revolve around you, Sweety. There are other people in other places who don't have that luxurious state of mind. Some don't even have a leg to stand on, financially OR physically. You're not the only one who has it bad, nor are you the only one being hunted. So shut up, buck up, and stop acting like you're so damn important." Sam poked the knives a bit closer. "A Valley girl? Is that what you think I am? Well, Ms. Tomboy, let me tell you something. You're in a bad way, and now, because you tried to punch me, you're even worse off. Very smart. You want pain? I can give you pain. You want a fight? I can give you a fight. You want death? I can serve you death on a silver. fucking. plate."
Sam moved in front of the girl, and faced the eraser. "Now, since your stupidity has incapacitated you at the moment, stand aside, and let the professional handle this."
She practically spat over her shoulder.
"Clean yourself up, amateur."
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Post by Dakota on Aug 22, 2009 14:01:50 GMT -5
Dakota gave a grimace as she pulled her hand back, shaking it and looking at the girl with the expression 'what the heck' written all over her face. Dakota wasn't the one to get confused easily, well... That was a a definate untruth, but she could say that on a typical day, it would be harder for her to be confused, but... When you punch somebody and it feels like you just hit stone, one could obviously go to the land of confusion. On the upside, Dakota had visited the Land of Confusion and knows her way around fairly well. This girl was obviously a bird-kid, we already concluded that. So... They mixed her DNA to give her the power to shift from human to... Rockish... This was not only putting her at a disadvantage because of that, but because she was already so put behind from the fight between Fox.
Dakota frowned as the girl continued to pull her hand out of the purse, four throwing daggers clentched between the knuckles. She looked at them dismissively, glad for once that it wasn't an Eraser holding the kunai like objects and that she was far far away from any chance of reliving that terrible experience. But, as she looked towards the girl, pointing those knifes in her fingers with so much authority. It really brought her back, and the girl seemed to disappear and a distant look grew in her eyes. Dakota wasn't seeing this battle, it was one from her hometown, facing it off with some Eraser kid. When she was little, she was constantly getting knicked, but she knew a bit of how she avoided it when she was little. Those ballet leasons weren't for nothing, she concluded.
As the girl started talking, Dakota's temperments started rising. "Okay, bitch. You want to know where the food court is? It's down this very hall. Maybe if you would've looked with your pretty little face instead of that big butt of yours, you might've seen it," Dakota said angrily. This girl's remark made it easier to pretend that she was seven again, training against the other Erasers. Unfortunately, she wasn't used to Erasers and wasn't very good against bird-kids, and one that could easily block everything she could throw at her... Oh, Dakota knew that she was screwed, but if she was going to die, she shouldn't pretend that everything was hunky-dory. She gave a shake of her head, staring down the girl as if she were watching her very soul.
For the brief seconds in which this girl was talking with Fox, she had the inquiry on if she would be able to mess with this girl's emotions to get the upperhand... It probably wouldn't work, for she was exhausted and it would overall put her way below the marks if she completely failed at this attempt. She put her hand in her pocket, feeling the small case that she was saving until she absolutely needed it. One wouldn't be able to see it within her pocket, it was extremely thin, but she was comforted that she still held it with her. She had lost it for a few battles, having it fell out of her pocket when she was sleeping up some lone tree in the park. She had made a quick escape as the police had come around and kicked her out. She couldn't find it after that.
Of course, she now had it. She had to have it. She glanced at the girl again. She was going to let her attack first. She was going to have to learn this girl's tactics, and she didn't know if Fox and her were going to gang up or not. She had a feeling that Fox wouldn't use the unfair total of two-on-one, but she really couldn't be sure. She gave him a small glance, for once trying to communicate with him without talking. Yes, Dakota would admit it. She was scared. She had faced death before and didn't much like how it felt. Nothingness wasn't a feeling that she was used too, and she hoped that she wouldn't. And always coming back to the lab was a definate mishap. She gave a sigh. "We are no beginners, Miss. But, call us what you may," She said politely. She was trying to control her anger until she could effectively use it. She waited for the girl to strike first.
ooc: Let us let Fox post now.
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Post by Fox on Aug 25, 2009 12:00:06 GMT -5
Fox smirked as the girl approached him after her and Dakota spat at each other for a few minutes. He growled as he saw the knifes glint and instantly noted every detail about her he could. She seemed to be able to turn to stone, so he would slow down before each punch to a body part just in case so he could pull back is she turned to stone. He didn't like the looks of those knifes either and judging by her cold eyes she would have no problems using them, and using them to kill. He frowned at this, he hadn't ever died yet and wasn't planning on dying and being brought back to life. If he was to die, it was to be of expiration, not from a fight. His eyes glinted as he allowed his blood lust to surface and he launched himself at the girl, grabbing her throat and then using his other had to grab and twist her arms, sending the knifes scattering to wards Dakota, and he glanced up, indicating that she would make sure the girl didn't get those knifes.
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Post by averant2 on Aug 25, 2009 15:21:01 GMT -5
Samantha had just looked over her shoulder, saying "Believe me, honey. Compared to me, you don't know your ass from your elbow," when fox had charged. She twisted her head around sharply in time to catch his movements, and brought up a hand to latch on to the paw reaching for her throat and force it upward. Convincingly, she jerked her knives away in a mock effort to get them out of range, and groping for her knives when they fell out of her hand. This wolf had good speed as well. Finally, someone who knew how to fight! All those other erasers were trained to hunt, but she, Reaper, was trained to murder. None of them had stood a chance, but this one was different. He had tactics and used his anger, not the other way around, as with so many others. Sam skipped back several steps, hissing curses and dire threats, her face tight, but her posture was relaxed and in charge. casting a "subtle" glimpse into her purse, her face tightened even more. Sliding to the right, she made as if to get to Dakota and the knives. She smiled mentally. Let them think that she needed those knives, that would make him think he had the close range advantage and move in. How wrong he would be. ((c'mon, be suckered by it! Get in close and it'll get exciting. ))
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Post by Dakota on Aug 25, 2009 20:44:59 GMT -5
Dakota smirked to herself as Fox striked out at the girl, instantly getting the upperhand. She had remembered her first fight with Fox and was glad that he was a bit rough around the edges, or the fight wouldn't have lasted as long as it had. She watched as Fox quickly disarmed the girl, smirking eyeing the kunai slidding across the floor towards her. As the girl leaned over to get them, Dakota snatched them up quickly, tucking them into her pocket with her afore said package. She smirked. This would be an interesting battle, and she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. It did nag at her a bit that Fox was a bit below advantage because of his fight earlier with her, but she knew that if he was driven by anger, it wouldn't really matter. Where did that anger come from? She was definately curious about that. She decided that somebody would break back and she'd slip right back in... Eventually.
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Post by Fox on Sept 2, 2009 6:18:25 GMT -5
Fox saw the tight look on her face and as she backed up concluded that she did indeed need the knifes, the thought being reinforced as she looked in her purse. He hesitated for a second, not sure if it was a trick or not but decided to attack anyways and launched himself, landing a round house kick on her and followed with a one handed on her head and then tackled her to the ground, rolling them away from the knife before delivering another punch to her gut.
ooc-sorry. short post compared to yours
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