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Post by Mathias on Apr 27, 2005 8:03:23 GMT
:Never easy. I block the strike she wanted me to, but also try to punch her in the throat when she gets too close. Yeah it will piss her off but the quicker she sees I'm not one of her gear-driven goons the quicker she'll come around to my way of thinking. >>Snort<< not bloody likely.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 27, 2005 8:09:20 GMT
*She barely misses the punch to the throat as his hand glances against her throat. Her hood is pushed back as she ducks from the punch expecting this move since he brought Crenn down with it. As she drops down, she catches herself on the floor and sweeps her leg across back into his legs trying to get him on the floor.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 27, 2005 8:14:26 GMT
:'Damnit she's better then I thought and I'm too damn rusty.' or so my thoughts go as my legs get swept from beneath me. I feel my back wrench as I kick my legs up farther then her sweep would have taken them, catch myself on one hand and try to bring both feet down across her face to rattle some teeth. It probably won't succeed but it will back her off a bit or so I hope. I didn't want this to turn into a sword duel.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 27, 2005 8:20:55 GMT
*She takes the hit to the face and the mask catches most of the blow though it still jars her head. She shakes it and laughs a cold evil laugh. Her hands reach up behind her and she flips backwards onto her feet holding her blade out waving it. The crooked blade seems like it could cause alot of damage. She had watches his moves and prepared more carefully now. Her charge comes again as she fakes left but swings right towards his lower abdomen.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 27, 2005 8:31:41 GMT
:'Aww schmeg it was a feint.' Is about all I can think as I buy her left side shot and earn a bloody wound across right lower abdomen. It isn't severe but she isn't going for the kill yet. I pull a back hand spring kicking out with my feet hoping to strike her in the chin as they float over but at least giving me some space. I was getting fragging sick of this.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 27, 2005 8:41:38 GMT
*She Force jumps as he flips backwards and lands behind him. Her blade coming quickly as she puts her weight into the swing bringing it in hard towards his left side.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 27, 2005 8:54:22 GMT
:I really expected my death right then and there but somehow the me that knew how to fight wasn't done yet. The snake blade that would have ripped me a new one was blocked by the straight sword she tossed me. Even still the serrations dug into my side. I slid the blade down until the Quillions locked with the serrations letting me capture the blade. I didn't know I could do that. I also didn't know I knew what quillions were.: "You want to call this quits here and now?" :I ask sounding alot more confident then I felt.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 27, 2005 9:04:37 GMT
*She leans forward to his ear while her blade is locked and whispers in his ear.* "Let's. Sleep now, Mathias."
*Her free hand comes up chopping into a nerve on the shoulder yet near the neck. It was a move she had been taught by Rubin that would send such waves of pain through a person's body, their senses would be overwhelmed and either subdued or become unconcious.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 27, 2005 9:13:19 GMT
:'Aw bugger not again.' Pain, that was where this all started wasn't it? My legs give way, rage and pain war in me blinding me as surely as sunlight does. One last raw moment of clarity brings a sudden outlashing. I spin and swing a fist at the side of her knee, anything to share the pain I'm in. Damnit Don't pass out, breathe through it, comeon, Don't go back to the Darkness, don<<unconsciousness>> Somehow I told you so just doesn't cover it.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 27, 2005 9:19:08 GMT
*She takes the hit to the knee and feels the shooting pain as her legs give out from under her. Hands out in front of her, her impact is lessened by her hands catching her fall. The men of the SP quickly come to her aid to help her up. Her gaze turns to the other guards*
"Take him to the laboratory and strap him in. Use the reinforced cuffs with force nullification and keep guards posted outside and inside the room. I want tests run on this man to find out just who, what and where he is and has been."
*The men quickly take Mathias away and fulfill her request. The Phoenix grits her teeth from the pain as she is supported by the men. Her gloved hand reaches down and pulls her knee back into place. No cry of pain is heard though a tear falls behind the mask. Using the Force, the pain quickly subsides. She limps off to her quarters to meditate and fully heal herself. The only orders her men have are to notify her as soon as the tests have been completed OR he is awake.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 28, 2005 5:15:29 GMT
:Well consciousness. There was something I didn't think I'd get again. My body ached. Felt like I'd been in a brawl, oh wait I had been in a brawl. I was on a ship still. I could feel the faint vibration of the thrusters. There's two- no make that three guards in here with me. I'm strapped to a table and got some damn contraption on me. It makes my brain feel spongey, like it's wrapped in cotton. I bet I could slip these bonds and have one guard killed before the other two knew I was awake. For once however I didn't take that route. I needed to get out of here without a pack of them hunting me so instead I just moan a bit to alert them I'm 'coming around'. I figure the big boss babe will come running.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 28, 2005 5:28:00 GMT
*Indeed one of the guards raises his head to look at the man on the table and says something to two of the others before opening a link up to the ship's intercomm.*
Man: Mistress, the stranger is awake now.
***********Intercomm*******************
Give him water or whatever he requests. Take the restraints off of him as well. I shall be there shortly.
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*The man who had spoken with the Phoenix approaches the man and pokes him.*
Man: You need anything...water....food?
*Another guard comes forward to take the binds off of him as the third watches with a blaster held at the ready.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 28, 2005 5:41:16 GMT
:Maybe it's my imagination but I swear I can tell exactly where they are in the room. The one that poked me. I could take him out alive, the other one removing my bonds. He'd have a wound or two but would survive but that third one. I'd have to kill him. Snapping off the cuff that held my right hand I could sever his juglar vein before he got off a clean shot. Damn I hated dilemmas. The guard poked me again. That settled it. I faked another moan twisting my head away from him. Like any normal person would he leaned closer just as my right hand was freed. I reared up and slammed the top of my head into his protruding jaw. My right hand shot up and I drove a thumb into the throat of the second one. To me it was two seperate moves but to the third guy it must have looked like a blur. Snapping the cuff off the table I hurled it like a curved knife aiming for his eye. He might live through that one. Damn I'm too fragging soft sometimes.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 28, 2005 7:03:16 GMT
*The first guard is thrown back as his jaw is hit with the head of Mathias. The force of the head butt knocks his jaw out of joint as he slams into the wall hard. Pain fills his senses as he slumps down to the floor dazed.*
*The second guard wasn't as lucky. The thumb to the throat causes him to gasp for air as his arm grasps his throat afterwards falling to the ground panting for air.*
*The third cries out in pain as the brace crushes the bone around the eye. His sobs for pain are quietened quickly as shattered bone enter his brain. The quivering form falls to the ground and falls silent after a time. The band sticks out of the empty socket while white liquid mingled with blood pours from the wound.*
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Post by Mathias on Apr 28, 2005 7:09:27 GMT
:Watching all of this with a detached air I can't help but shrug at the fate of the third guard. Sometimes fate just fragging blows. I slip the rest of the bindings, collect the rooms allotment of knives and blasters. Returning to the table I start checking edges and balance. Someone will come check soon enough.:
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