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Post by E on Mar 10, 2010 22:11:10 GMT -5
“A lady, a female, a woman. What bloody sharding difference does it make? Everyone has a pair of legs to spread, breasts to grope and are too weak to defend themselves from it.” Stopping short in her tracks, she whirled on him and stood to her full height to look him dangerously in the eyes. Stepping forward, she brought her face very close to his, close enough to feel the heat off his breath.
“I view reality. The harsh reality that is the world outside of this make-believe thing you all call a Weyr. Even Here, in the Weyr, Women are still sluts just waiting for the next rider to come along and take her away. The men are just as bad.” Bringing up a finger, she poked him in the chest with each statement to make a point as she continued to glare at him, her voice becoming dangerously firm. “Each man a pig, knowing he is better than the last. Each knowing he is somebody or will be somebody and watching the women walk by with their hungry eyes. You men are never satisfied until you’ve had the blood beaten from you – whether by my fist in the fighting pits or by the lusty women back in the caverns.”
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Post by Rowen on Mar 10, 2010 22:24:32 GMT -5
Lifting his hand to his mouth he hid his smile behind it. Trying his best not to laugh out right. She was different from most women indeed! He let his hand drop to catch her poking finger to stop it's jabbing before releasing it as if sure she wouldn't poke him again. "Women and men who are always willing. Men do not take what is not offered here." He gave a shrug. "Those with moral do, and in the weyr you must have some."
He didn't even seem to blink and eye at her closeness instead he watched her eyes, her face. This close he could see the small inner ring of green in her eyes. Intriguing, he found he liked that. "I see you're looping me with all the other men you've ever seen or met again. Isn't that what your angry about? Me looping you with the other women when I did no such thing? You seem to be different from them but if you insist I'm not one to argue with an angry...." He smiled he wanted to finish his sentence with 'lady' but knew she'd likely try to hit him. "Fighter." He finally said letting his obvious pause slide by just long enough for her to notice.
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Post by E on Mar 10, 2010 23:37:48 GMT -5
Deltontai couldn’t tell if she wanted to tell him he knew nothing and storm off or to beat him bloody senseless until he learned something. He did not back up like everyone else, and that seemed to anger her more. Pulling her finger violently from his grasp, she glared back into his storm grey eyes.
“So you deny the cock between your legs? You deny that you lust after women? Are you saying you’ve never fucked a ‘lady’ and enjoyed it? Maybe your just too young yet and your balls haven’t dropped.” She was furious, it was true and easy enough to see and hear.
Let him raise a fist, let him raise even his voice. Just take a step forward, I’ll knock you bloody clean. Show me your not afraid to fight! Hit me! She screamed silently. Part of her just wanted to beat him till he couldn’t stand on his own while another part just wanted to see if he was truly a fighter and if he would step up to the fight or back down from it.
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Post by Rowen on Mar 10, 2010 23:48:51 GMT -5
Vasrilin's eyebrows lifted. She was clearly still angry, but that's not what caught his attention, it was the way she aimed to insult him. Most men would have hit her, would have yelled back, would have made her pay. Instead he gave a shrug. "I was with a woman once, but only that one time. I've not been interested in a woman since. It's not that none have tried to turn my eye to them, simply that my eye looks for something more than what they can offer me."
He smiled, she really did have quite a temper, and it seemed that she was just looking for a fight. That had been somewhat true about her, but somewhat wrong. She hadn't come looking, now that she was angry she did seem to want to fight. Maybe that's how she dealt with her anger, was to burn it out in a fight. "If you want to challenge me to a fight by all means do it, I like to keep in shape. If one doesn't practice one loses his edge."
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Post by E on Mar 11, 2010 0:05:55 GMT -5
She didn’t know what angered her more, the fact that he refused to grow angry no matter what she said, or the fact that he was SMILING about it all. That was the end of it, she was going to wipe that laughing smile right off his face and bloody that perfectly straight nose of his. And she wasn’t going to stop at this goofy idea of first blood. She was going to make sure he couldn’t see straight for a sevenday.
Sitting down promptly, she pulled off the bulky shoes the women of the caverns insisted on her wearing. Stupid things. Throwing them in whatever direction was convenient, she glared up at him. “I will fight you and I’ll bloody you up good. Throw down your sword I won’t fight a man hiding behind a weapon.”
It wasn’t exactly true, she was simply too smart than to pick a fight with a man holding a blade. She couldn’t block a blade…. And she feared blades. It was true she hide the fear well, but it was still there in the back of her head like an itch she couldn’t scratch.
Standing back up, she jumped a few times to get the blood flowing back into her well calloused feet. Pulling off the huge, baggy tunic, she tossed that aside too so it would not slow her down or offer him something to grab hold of. Underneath she did not have the usual undergarments, instead it was a length of cloth that was simply tied to offer support. The rest of her body was obviously cut and the shadow of a six back was easy to see in the sunlight. She DID have a fighter’s body.
Lifting her fists in front of her face to make blocking and jabbing easier, she bounced from one foot to the other waiting on the man. Finally… a fight. How much tension had build up since they arrived? Already she felt the tension easing as her muscles fell into the well practiced stance.
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Post by Rowen on Mar 11, 2010 0:15:01 GMT -5
Vasrilin turned and set his sword aside, removing the one at his side as well. Shrugging out of his jacket and laying it down with them. He let out a silent sigh that she couldn't see. He didn't relish the idea of hurting her, but she insisted on it. He knew if he backed down she'd have words to say, that's not what bothered him. It was the likelihood of her finding another less even tempered man to fight with. Someone who wouldn't be able to control himself. Straightening he turned to face her watching her bouncing movements.
He'd seen this style of fighting before, it wasn't one he favored himself, but he knew a bit about it. He eyed her tunic on the ground and shook his head slightly. Yup, it was a good thing it was him and not another, someone would not hesitate to take advantage of her in that state. Running his thumb along his lip contemplating his best move he shifted into an even stance lifting his hands up close to his face knowing that protecting his face was crucial in a fight like this.
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Post by E on Mar 11, 2010 0:41:35 GMT -5
[[[ Fight has been predecided and discussed. All is agreed upon. Thanks. ]]]
Deltontai felt reassurance wash over her along with the calm of the fight as she watched him put down his swords. Loosening and clenching her fists, audible pops of her knuckles were heard. Yes, she had needed this. Wasting no time, she decided to test his footwork first. He was good with a sword, which was easy enough to see just watching him practice. But was he as confident without a weapon in his hands?
Sidestepping, she began to move around him, giving his upheld arms a quick jab with her right hand. He blocked it easily enough, which only made her smile. Good. He turned well too, staying on the balls of his feet just as she was to offer quicker movement. That was good too. This would be a good fight.
Still circling him, she stepped forward suddenly, aiming a quick jab to his ribcage which he blocked with a downward sweep of his arm. Quickly she stepped forward again doing a quick double jab to his face now. Again he blocked and moved to the side to put space between them again.
The circling continued a moment longer and Del found herself slightly frustrated as she realized he was not pushing the attack. Narrowing her eyes, she stepped forward again, this time pretending to throw a right jab to his ribcage again, but landing a left handed one too quickly for him to change his defense. Due to the feignt the move required, it was not a powerful hit, but one he would feel none the less.
Two more jabs to the face were blocked again and Deltontai found herself circling him again. He was very good at defending his face. Fine, it left his chest and stomach open well enough. Stepping forward, she dipped low this time, doing a quick jab to his side again, which he easily blocked. Again it was not the hit she was truly aiming for. Landing a much heavier one in his surprisingly firm stomach, she then brought up the blocked fist to the side of his jaw with a good amount of her power behind it.
With the way he took a few steps back, she knew she had shown him the stars. A grin on her face, she bounced from foot to foot letting him get his bearings before she decided to press the attack again.
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Post by Rowen on Mar 11, 2010 0:53:32 GMT -5
She'd dazed him. As he managed to regain some of his focus he lifted his fists again and stepped toward her. He let her think he was simply going to take the blows, after not returning the attack she would feel confident that he wasn't as skilled a fighter as he had shown her with his sword. This time however when she swung at him he side stepped her reaching out quickly and grasping her wrist bringing it with him as he shuffled quickly toward her without really facing her head on.
Ducking the swing she made at him that she had to turn to the side to do he used it to his advantage to switch directions suddenly bringing the arm with him. He went for her feet, waiting until she was off balance from landing from one of her short bounces to trip her up. He was done playing games and placidly taking hits from her. As she went down he went with her dragging the one arm behind her back as he came down on top of her pinning her face down. One hand tightly clasping her wrist which he held tightly to the upper part of her back.
Placing his knee in her back he used his free hand to grasp her hair at the back of her neck and pull it back and held her there. Using his body weight to keep her pinned with his knee, and his arm making turning over very unlikely unless she could out muscle him. He pulled her head back until he knew if he pulled it back farther she'd be in lots of pain. The neck could only go so far back. "Concede." He hissed through clenched teeth. He knew if he moved his jaw the jabbing pain that was throbbing through him would intensify, and he might just lose his temper.
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Post by E on Mar 11, 2010 1:04:27 GMT -5
Deltontai was breathless on the ground, the landing had knocked the wind out of her. He had moved quickly and after he had allowed so many hits, she had actually let herself think he wouldn’t push an attack himself. Well that wasn’t a mistake she would make again – what a beginners mistake! She silently kicked herself even as she drove her knee into the ground trying to roll herself over.
It was useless, however, as her knee and one free arm did no good to dislodge him with the way he had her pinned. Her hair pulled back and arm held high, she didn’t know what to do. She always won her fights fistboxing. She didn’t partake in the wrestling matches. Reaching up her free hand to the hand that had her hair, she tried to force the wrist off, but only succeeded in pulling her own hair.
A growl escaped her lips. Concede? Oh how it infuriated her to lose – and he hadn’t even hit her properly! She felt like a fool there on the ground tied up like a herdbeast ready for the meal table. Her face was red, not from the struggle for air with the weight on her chest, but from embarrassment. A last attempt was made to simply dig her fingers into the only part of him she could reach, that wrist. Without nails, however, that too did no good.
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Post by Rowen on Mar 11, 2010 1:15:23 GMT -5
Feeling her trying to still fight him he ground his teeth together only to feel the pain intensify he leaned forward over her. He hissed in her ear as he reached it. "You should have conceded." He bit down on her ear with the force of the pain in his jaw. It wasn't until he tasted the salty tang of blood that he released his bite on her and jumped up off of her releasing her in a rush. He lifted a hand to rub his jaw while he worked the muscle.
She'd given him a good one, he'd likely bruise there, and be sore for at least a seven day or two. He eyed her making sure he was out of her reach. She was a feisty one this one was, and a fighting one too. He doubted she'd like losing to him much, but she had been the one looking for a fight. Picking up his jacket and swords he turned on the balls of his feet and started walking away. He knew that if she was going to lose her temper she better direct it at him, so he made sure to taunt her as he left. "When you think you're good enough to fight me again bring it. I find you... Amusing." It was true, but not in the way she'd take it, and he knew it.
-End Thread-
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