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Post by Tribe on Jan 11, 2007 19:34:27 GMT -5
What a stupid, boring woman... Rin thought. The intruder's opponent was little more than a savage. She just sat back and watched as the battel continued.
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Post by Bejhad on Jan 11, 2007 22:44:31 GMT -5
((ahh dude, on the second page, mon? yay!))
Kononi wished he could play around but he had no time to. First it would be to make sure the boy was at safety then to figure on a way to fix the bartender's situation and how it will effect the kid, if it could even be possible. But to do these, he has to get rid of the threats of both infectees, sensing from before that they both are up to something without delight to him. He smiled at Laz, knowing it was the perfect gesture to anger her even more. Wait- why am I even acting this belligerent...? Kononi then paused for a quick, harmless second, puzzled on realizing the actions he was expressing. He never has done this before. He hasn't ever felt good about shaming the weak-Such a pitying- the unintellegent. Wait! He hasn't even ever disrespected someone like THAT- calling someone unworthy of brains! *sweat drops* He started to really worry about that growing pain and force of exploding. He couldn't understanmd why it was happening, or why at now of all times, but he felt as if he wanted to hurt somebody. And that isn't how he roles- he wouldn't forgive himself for that. As the woman who tried to defeat him watched and waited for him to attack, he did as her, to her in exception. But in all of this time he wondered about when he got ahold of her with his poles- taking advantage of a woman like that wasn't his nature either. What was going on with his mind? Why did he feel like puching the wall endlessly? He started to show out-side symptoms. He gripped his poles tightly, tighter than he should, and it seemed as if he was trying to break one of these: the poles or his wrists. Besides the amount of additional sweat he showed from his fighting with this strange urge, he also realized the heavy breathing he was causing; not loud enough for someone to really hear, but one could notice because of his chest moving in and out deeply. He was going through this the whole time the mini-fight was in place, but over time he noticed it progressed, and now he was at the point of repeating in his mind, Spirits- release of the souls- hel (hel meaning hell in African if you couldn't catch it...). How unfortunate, he needed to let it out- to get rid of that miserable pain in his chest and head- to use his power just for he can keep himself sturdy... But oh curse those dead souls! They won't believe that this woman is a threat enough to come out and fight! They know that he could handle her on his own- they only participate when there's a reason. But somehow he needs to call them out, and oh- throughout the rest of this encounter he will get those souls out before the end of this fight- which has to be soon, or he might just actually kill her by accident or something. "You look troubled," Laz brought his attention on her once again, with him glaring back at her as she finished her reply with a cunning smile, arms folded across her chest. "Sorry, but time to end this," he steadied himself, this time serious enough to at least plan to put her unconscious.
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Post by Tribe on Jan 12, 2007 18:15:34 GMT -5
What's with that guy? She wondered suddenly, as the man's heartbeat began to increase rapidly. He was like a man on some heavy drugs, THC, or maybe something stronger. But she didn't smell any toxins in his sweat. It's his infection... she concluded. He's going to kill her.
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Post by Bejhad on Jan 12, 2007 23:01:46 GMT -5
Without even letting her speak he reverently swung one of his poles, spinning around as he came with the other one to strike her down. Guess the training in China came in handy, for the reason he caught on the lessons so quick was a mystery. His plan isn't to really hurt her too much, but to take her out so quick that it wouldn't even seem painful. At least that's better than being killed by his accidental urge theory. But amasingly, she still held her head up high, trying to pace herself on her feet from the blast of his poles that seemed invincable- so hard that they felt as if they couldn't ever break. This made him even more mad, which wasn't good for the extending field of the pressure from his anger already. I have a horrid feeling about the outcome of this exhort... he concluded, knowing that it had to be true due to his instinct-enhancements from that Day. He wanted to get the other people out of the bar- even the woman he was fighting, fearing the power he knew he soon could no longer hold back. He doesn't know how it would effect the others around him- since he actually has never gotten to the point of letting the power out- but he could understand that this power hurting him might do the same to the others if it came in contact with them; outside his own body. He even sensed a possibile death of it to all who were in its way, even though he shouldn't be sure of it because of his experience with it. But his mind kept on telling him that it wouldn't be harmless. Approximately though, he reconized that he couldn't persuade his opponent to back off and leave for her own safety if he tried. Matter in fact, whoever the other infectee is might not be easily accepting the offer either. So what to do? If the woman keeps on coming back from every hard blow he lands on her, and they were clean, but hard enough to knock even an infectee out, would he have to resort to death on her? No, what kind of solution was that? His whole meaning of life was supposed to be peace and leniency, not the opposite. But these powers are proving a match for him... Enough of it all- time to end this one way or another, like right now. If he has to look like a violent insolent, then it had to be that way- his reputation would be worse if he was known to harm or even kill innocent humans. But it wouldn't matter to the Kitrals... though their ways are not the only precision of life he adapts to. Still trying to end this first fight, Kononi swung and swung, stabbed and added combos in a sense of African Kung Fu styles, but she was quicker than him in reacting. I guess this is what makes her worthy enough to be called an Infectee he thought as he went for her head, but missed and hit a glass-framed picture instead, smashing it into glistening pieces that sprinkled in the air then hit the bare ground with their high echos. Then he tried to get her with a slash of both poles, one after the other, but barely missed by hitting the table and cracking it in half at the middle. Woa, too hard! ^-^' he declared, knowing that it was his anger that tried to kill her, by seeing the result of the demolished table. Controlling his strength, fighting this fast reacting woman, and worrying if the other infectee might sneak a surprised attack on him kept his mind so busy that he forgot about the boy he even came to help out and the customers that were still in the bar. Table cloth and dinery went flying. Noises of the relaxation bar rapidly being destroyed was loud enough to hear from across the street, but strange enough, a man near the exit of it looked out to find the streets and other buildings calm and quiet. It was about 10 o'clock, a time that the bar shouldn't be in use or lit by the bulbs in its ceilings. Sadly enough, the humans didn't seem to care. They stayed, seated or not, wanting to watch the outcome of this- their type doesn't hardly ever see this kind of stuff anyways.
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