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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Aug 21, 2009 1:51:51 GMT -5
Aquara sat quietly, her feet dangling off the edge a tall sky scraper. She tapped lightly on the cement waiting for someone to show up. "It seems as if I am a little early," Aquara said chuckling to herself.
The wind stirred and made its way across the building, loudly and fierce. Aquara, however, did not move at this gale, but instead embraced it, feeling its caress. "Prime," she said softly, "hurry up, so I can beat the shit out of you."
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Post by hermes on Aug 21, 2009 2:03:56 GMT -5
There was a loud grating sound, followed by a metallic slam, as a young man walked onto the roof. The door slammed loudly behind him, the sound flat as the wind carried it off the roof.
Prime came to stand next to Aquara, giving her a cordial nod. He put his foot on the edge of the roof, and looked down at all the mindless people below them. All those people, trapped in their lives, unable to see anything but the next meal. The next distraction. The next bought of voracious sex, serving to distract them from the flatness and mechanical precision of their lives.
"I almost pity them" Prime said silently, then turned to Aquare, "Shall we?" He said, walking to the center of the roof with her. His feet kicked up the rough, gray gravel on the rooftop. He'd never understood his purpose, nor did he feel a need to.
Prime scratched at his beard, and pulled off his dirty coat and shirt. He'd been living on the rough for a while, and he doubted that Aquara would appericiate it.
"Right," He said, taking his stance. "Lets begin."
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Aug 26, 2009 3:32:50 GMT -5
"Hmph," Aquara sneered, taking stance, readying herself for battle. A gentle breeze blew by again, initiating the battle. Aquara charged forward leaping high into the hair, bringing down a mighty heel drop aimed for the top of Primes head.
Aquara landed, and immediately followed in a spin kick, designed to knock the opponent backwards, or at least off balance, "I'm wasting no time, you want a fight, I'll give it to you!"
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Post by hermes on Aug 26, 2009 6:22:45 GMT -5
Prime blocked the ax kick, and twisted his body to catch the kick from the side on his forearm. A good solid thud beat at the air, and dust rose around his feet as he absorbed the impact of Aquara's superpowered kick. The woman really wasn't screwing around.
Prime grabbed her leg and stepped forwards into her, kicking her balancing foot out from under her. He shifted her weight, and brought his foot up for his own ax kick aimed right as her stomach as she dropped to the ground.
He followed up with a stiff armed punch straight into the roof, a hefty burst of wind following the strike. He grinned at Aquare, challenging, confident enough in his strength if not in practice. He sunk into his old zone, where he used to sit with his sword. A place where he could make mathmatical calculations on angles, strength, and trajectories on an instinctual level.
He brought himself in close to Aquara, landing heavy blows with quick hands and superior body weight, using his legs and waist to put every ounce of power he could into it. He invoked the sense of a rooted tree as he fought, steady and deliberate, rooted in his centre of self.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Sept 4, 2009 1:05:38 GMT -5
Aquara, taken by the sudden advance jumped backwards, and followed swiftly into evading back flips. "It seems as if I under estimated you, now I know that I will have some fun," An ominous glint was apparent in Aquara's eyes, as she reached in her pockets, and pulled out some black fighting gloves. She put them on, and pulled tightly, clenching her fists, "Lets get serious!"
Aquara charged forward, leaping into the air, she spun around, coming across hard with a kick. Following quickly, she brought around her other leg, delivering yet another kick, strong enough to leave a bus damaged beyond repair. Twisting her body, she brought down a third, and final powerful hit, sending large amounts of power into a blow aimed for the head, large bursts of powerful winds followed each attack, so even if they didn't hit, they would still damage, even slightly.
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Post by hermes on Sept 21, 2009 0:45:47 GMT -5
Prime grunted harshly as he intercepted the kicks, one by one, his hair and clothing blown harshly by the strong winds. Prime grabbed her leg on the last kick, and pulled her towards him with a strong arm. It bulged with new muscle, and Prime grinned into her face at close range.
"Heavens Gate." Prime said, winking at Aquara.
A short range punch, back leg straight into the roof, fist flat against her stomach, lined up perfectly like an immovable object. The roof below him cracked, the very foundations of the building cracked and let out loud protestations of stress. Dust rose about the base of the building, sending people scurrying quickly away from it.
Thunder burst from Aquara's back, crackling wildly, blowing out the windows of the buildings around their skyscraper battlefield.
Prime took two quick steps back, and watched for his opponents reaction.
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