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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:06 pm
Henrietta whimpered involuntarily. Salieri was mean.
It was okay, though, she told herself.
As long as Eunmi wasn't hurt.
MEANWHILE
Bill wasted no time. Martial artists found openings, struck points, soldiers made openings, killed targets. He jumped right at her, feet off the ground, his body weight coming down toward her. Not like a spear, like Robby, he had more sense then that, this was a lunge, a jump.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:08 pm
Eunmi's footing was fast, and she skip-stepped into a kick, shoving her leg forward as the man lunged at her. The momentum of almost jumping into her own kick would force a lot of power into her attack, and the combined force of his weight and her momentum would cause a lot of damage if the kick struck.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:09 pm
Bill would take the kick, grabbing the ankle with one hand and bringing his fist toward her thigh with the other. With her forward momentum, and the way she'd gone about the kick, theoretically there was no way for her to draw back out of the attack now. If his fist struck, just above the knee, it would bruise the thigh, turn every step into agony, likely force her to limp.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:09 pm
As Bill caught her leg, Eunmi twisted, gritting her teeth, stifling an angry cry, her other foot coming off the ground to smash into the side of his head.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:10 pm
Bill shifted the position of his head, tilting his head so that the kick would catch his neck. Then he twistd his head around, aimed to bite into Eunmi's leg, on the side passed her guard, and rip out a chunk. In the following seconds, they would then crash down, Eunmi not having gotten a chance to change herself from the one faced toward the ground, she'd likely hit back first. Her leg would let her prop Bill up, keeping him from outright pinning her, but his weight was now pressed to a bruised thigh. If she didn't act fast, he would pin her as he attempted to pull himself off of her leg and slam his bottom down on her chest, legs aimed to pin her arms.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:11 pm
Eunmi was forced to the ground, but Bill would catch a mouth full of fabric and a bit of rubber. Her feet still in the air, back pressed to the ground, she twisted her legs free as he tried to pin her, catching them around his neck. Eunmi used the momentum of falling combined with his weight to twist and pull him to the ground. And she would then release her grip of her legs to stomp him in the face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:12 pm
Bill would twist while on the ground, bringing his legs to land awkwardly, one arm catching and bracing just long enough to reposition his legs for a proper brace. One hand grabbed one leg at the same time, and then the other would move up, not giving Eunmi the chance to release his head to get up herself. Instead, he'd attempt to swing her, to drag her through the dirt - which wouldn't hurt her back thanks to her jacket, but the back of her head, which had already endured a slam from before, probably wouldn't feel so lucky - and end it by throwing her away from him.
"I ain't losin' to no b***h."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:13 pm
Eunmi was flung, her body twisting to try and flip, but her vision too blurred to properly focus on where she would land. She ended up tumble rolling into the ground, getting scrapes and bruises on the exposed portions of her legs and the palms of her hand. Her hair had mostly fallen, the hair tie barely holding together a few strands. She staggered up, coughing, as a rock or two had caught her in the side. As she rose to her feet, her hair fell loose, the hair tie falling to be lost in the dirt. She looked pissed but she couldn't help but enjoy a bit of the strange feeling that overcame her. A -real- fight. Her blood was pumping, and a small smile formed on her lips.
"…I didn't spend years learning english to lose to a native speaker with poor grammar," Eunmi said, blood staining her skin.
((Eunmi's first language was English. Maybe. I haven't decided. Either way, she's an idiot.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:14 pm
Bill charged in like he always did. His right hand rose, a repeat of his first strike, he aimed to pimp smack Eunmi to the ground. He knew standing, much less anything with the leg he'd bruised, must hurt. Dodging would degrade into limping if she tried it too much. He figured this time it'd work.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:15 pm
It was Eunmi's left leg that was under strain, and as Bill ran at her, she lifted it, bent, off the ground. Mostly to relieve the pain, but also to help gain momentum as she hopped up, shifted feet, and lashed out with a out-to-in crescent kick. If it landed, her torso would be pushed back enough to avoid the smack, but regardless her eyes would widen in pain as she landed back down on her left leg.
she would grit, feeling her muscles strain and maybe even tear, before pulling her right leg back in and snapping out with a piercing kick - of course, only if the first one landed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:15 pm
Bill took the kick and grabbed it with one hand, and then pulled it forward as he stepped to the side, forcing Eunmi, who was in the air, forward, toward him. She, like this, wouldn't be able to dodge the pimp smack this time. However, next Bill spit, a wad of blood and saliva toward her eyes. Knowing she'd likely rise to remove the spit, or block it, with her hands, his hand instead came down, turning into a fist, as it aimed to smash into Eunmi's stomach and send her to the floor. ((also this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PH1e7iCQpFI&feature=fvwrel ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:17 pm
Eunmi took most of the hits, her small smile apparently not affected by being hit in the stomach. She would frown as he spat in her face, though, and rose her free leg to press into his armpit and flip. She would roll on the ground, wincing as she completed the roll well enough to stand, and jabbed her leg upward to kick Bill in the head with her right leg, even if her muscles in her left leg were screaming in pain.
((Oh yeah? Well... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4kVWCSzfK4
FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN I LIKE THIS SONG. ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:18 pm
((XP))
The blood had likely blinded Eunmi so the shot would end like a blind strike, striking Bill as he made to stand up. She'd feel the pressure, but that was it until she wiped her face. And when she did, she'd find Bill floored, the force of the kick having pushed him from head closest to Eunmi to opposite, so he laid sprawled out away from her. Ten seconds later, the count was over and medics were on them immediately, to heal their wounds with Audino. Bill in particular, who had lost a lot of blood from the missing chunk of his lip.
***
Henrietta resisted the urge to rush over to Eunmi. Poor girl.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:18 pm
Moze approached Salieri and Henrietta as the girls exited the ring. "See-Sal, you lost?"
Salieri grumbled unintelligibly, pouting and folding her arms. She didn't really want the Shinai all that badly. She would have rather just won the rest of the tournament. But she still wanted to gain something out of helping out Henrietta. And it was a really nice sword. Besides, she did feel a little bad about beating up a friend, even if Salieri was outwardly being a jerk about it.
Her brother turned over to Henrietta, who was still disguised. "You defeated my sister? I'd say that's a pretty impressive surprise! Zeraaa~shasha, you must have a hardcore rhythm to you!"
"Hey, she didn't beat me! I was feeling generous!" Salieri corrected, annoyed. She gestured to Moze. "This is my older brother. Moze, this is, uh...well, if I told you, there'd be no reason for the mask."
"Don't worry, I know all about the sanctity of disguises," Moze assured Henrietta with a wink. He ran a hand through his silky black hair, causing sparkles of excess beauty to flutter around him like usual. He had long wished that there was a shampoo to get rid of bishonen sparkles, but he hadn't found it yet. "I looked like a hobo all of yesterday."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:21 pm
Ahhhhhhh! Henrietta recognized him!
"Y-y-y-you're the guy that c-coughed blood!"
Henrietta was taken aback by the guy. Now, if she'd been sober last night she might have recognized him. Instead, she inched backward. Henrietta didn't like attention and this guy seemed to like talking.
"H-hum," was all she managed to say.
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