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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 21:20:49 GMT
Adrian, before she hit him, realized something- she couldn't beat him. At least, not like this. He was stronger, faster, and let's face it, a better fighter than her. She'd have to be clever to beat this one. She froze in her tracks, and combined the two blades into one, two-handed sword. If she couldn't damage his body, she could damage his pride, and when that broke, it would hurt more than any bone in his body ever could. She swung the tip toward his neck, and pushed it forward, the blade turning to liquid and pooling around his neck. Suddenly, it tightened, took shape, and basically turned into a collar with a leash attached. "Sit." she said, a wide grin splitting across her face.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 9, 2007 21:22:48 GMT
Dauru snarled pulling back fiercely against the collar refusing to be broken, refusing to give in. He pulled away again before suddenly he gave a very psychoctic grin. The collar and leash had totally broke down any control he'd had remaining. Instead of trying to break free he turned upon her bolting towards her his claws at the ready
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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 21:27:38 GMT
Adrian had seen this one coming. So, instead of attacking him, she let the collar turn into liquid yet again, rolling off of his body and onto the floor. It morphed, shaped, and reformed into a simple flyswatter in her hand. She threw herself to the side, and playfully slapped him with it on the back of the head as his momentum carried him forward. She caught herself with her other foot, and braced herself for yet another attack.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 9, 2007 21:30:07 GMT
Dauru snarled turning sharply making to move as if he was going into a straight forward attack, yet now he was watching for the tell tale movement to one side or the other. Before hand he'd just been wanting to see her off 'his' territory. Now he'd not settle until she was dead, or he'd been forcibly prevented.
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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 21:40:10 GMT
Adrian let out a short, sharp laugh. She had to admit, this was just what she needed to get in better spirits. A good fight was always relaxing, even if she had a bit of a gash in her gut. She saw him prepare for another head-on attack, and smiled. Apparently, his anger was clouding his thoughts. "So, let me guess. You were a bottle baby." she teased, poking fun at him once more. It was entertaining to see people get enraged, especially if she was the one causing it. "Or maybe you just have a lot of pent-up agression? Dauru, you have a lot of work to do. Go see a shrink, or with those wings, maybe a vet."
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 9, 2007 21:43:24 GMT
Dauru suddenly fell still, a low deadly growl emmenating from deep in his throat. His eyes flashed dangerously. To a certain extent he could take the insults, but only to a certain extent. The growl built up and built up, yet he seemed to barely be moving, waiting for a lull in her guard.
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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 21:49:07 GMT
Adrian figured that he might either be snoring, or... Growling. Actually, growling. "Well, that confirms the vet idea." she muttered under her breath, and felt a sharp pang in the back of her neck. A cold sort of shivering warmth seemed to crawl across her entire body, when she realized that this guy must be completely insane. He was growling at her, which showed very few signs of stability. Suddenly, he got a lot more frightening to her... But she didn't show it, other than taking in a quick breath more quickly than normal. "Growl all you want. Snarl, snap, and crap on the lawn. Doesn't matter to me, so why don't you just run along, puppy-dog?" she asked, letting her guard down ever-so-slightly as she spoke.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 9, 2007 21:51:06 GMT
Dauru gave a slow steady grin before he moved in sharply on an attack once more, using the full speed he had, furling his wings fully back, dropping his shoulder slightly, aiming to wind before attacking in a total insane fit. He'd done it before to a gypsy, and that was all Adrian was to him now. Another gypsy to destroy.
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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 21:58:54 GMT
Adrian noticed his shoulder drop, and she was about to take off running when he charged at her. Adrian couldn't dodge now, unless she somehow was able to... Ah. There was an idea. She didn't like it one little bit, and it would hurt a lot, but it was her only chance at getting him restrained. She charged at him as well, and just before they connected, she ducked under his gangly legs, and took off running in the opposite direction of him, leaving the flyswatter of blood as a pool on the floor behind her. She turned around, and scooped her gun off of the floor. She aimed it directly at her foot, and sent a bullet straight into it, splattering her blood all over the floor. She fell over backwards, and if he would just step into the blood...
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 9, 2007 22:04:36 GMT
Dauru had reacted to the gunshot but not quick enough to take off fully, one foot just trailing into the pool of blood. He wasn't overly bothered, his line of work meant he often stepped into pools of blood. He'd forgotten for now it would seem what sort of properties her blood seemed to have.
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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 22:11:33 GMT
Adrian acted quickly. All of the blood in the pool gathered around his foot, his ankle, and seeped into the tiles of the floor. It tightened, coiled, and wrapped around his foot, securing it to the tiles in the shape of a simple rope attached directly to the tiles. She looked up at him, ignoring the searing pain shooting up her leg through her foot. "One way to skin a cat. Not the easiest, but it's a way." she mumbled under her breath, and looked over him. He was indeed quite lacking sanity, at least, for now.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 9, 2007 22:15:46 GMT
Dauru reacted instantly, and explosively. All his strength and fury was being placed in trying to escape. He still refused to be broken and you could see it in his eyes. He wasn't going to surrender. He'd learnt surrendering meant pain. Okay so did rebelling, but still.
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Post by andy on Feb 9, 2007 22:23:37 GMT
Adrian looked up at him, then at her foot, and finally at the blood. Wow, that was a lot of blood. She was starting to feel a little lightheaded, and the world was doing more than its fair share of spinning at the moment. She tried to move, but found herself unable to. There was more and more blood pooling underneath her foot by the minute, and within two minutes, Adrian had passed out from blood loss, any shape her blood had taken changing back into the regular liquid.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 11, 2007 6:22:17 GMT
(OOC: Just waiting for Walter)
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Walter C. Dornez
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Close encounters of the oh-so-fine kind.
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Feb 11, 2007 14:46:35 GMT
Walter's patience was wearing thin... These people were a bunch of trouble... He knew that Adrian was tired, and needed rest but then again... He was interested abou this man in green...
I really need to get these two to stop, he thought. He calmly stepped inbetween them, corrected his monocle and: "Desist at once, both of you... I do not wish to make a further scene of this." He kept his voice calm and controlled.
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