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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 27, 2011 22:01:42 GMT -5
So. My arm ended up going right past him, but that was alright; this was only the beginning of the fight. Things would turn out differently; the bitch had just gotten lucky.
I'm not quite sure that Vincent did, but while his arm was locked down over mine, I lunged forward with my teeth, hoping to take a chunk out of the guy's arm. Maybe, while I was at it, I could peel back the skin on his arm and scrape off some strips of his flesh from the bone. Mmm. Roast it and then put some sauce on it -- hot damn, that'd be good.
So as I'm going for his arm with my teeth, something just nails me right in my side. I try to ignore it, but how can you do that when some blunt object just hit the side of your body? A steady flow of curses flew under my breath as I took my free hand and balled it into a fist, driving it as hard as I could towards Vincent's solar plexus, hoping to nail him just as he had nailed me. And maybe I'd bite a chunk out of his arm while I'm still going for it with my teeth. Even though he had my knife hand blocked, I could still come at him, which was what I also did. To hopefully increase my chances of landing my biting and punch, I took a step closer to him to close the distance between us. My dark eyes narrowed onto the section of his bare skin that my teeth were headed for, just itching to gnaw and rip off a section of his epidermis.
I could hear the screams and cheers of whoever the hell it was that was standing nearby our fight. If they didn't shut the fuck up anytime soon, I'd personally see to it that they'd never be able to yell again. I found it somewhat distracting, but pft, I could get over it. If it meant I could partially eat Vincent alive, then by all means, let them scream.
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Post by vincent cypher on Jan 27, 2011 22:14:42 GMT -5
Vincent was not shocked by the guy trying to bite him, not at all shocked which just made him think of the male as a even weaker person. When bear showed Pain a look of pere joy filled Vincents face, and his eyes flickered with amusement. If one could read his emotions they would see nothing but darkness and joy right now. This fight was truly bringing out the darker side of the boy and it was something that most people had no clue he held. But this fight was about to be over and Bear played perfectly into it. Now all he had to do was implement it into his tactics.
As bears fist rose Vincent spun on his heel while using Bears own force to give him leverage he ducked down low and pulled Bears arm over his shoulder and Locked it behind the males head. Pushing Up he brings bears Weight over his back so he would flip the male over his shoulder. As Bears body hit the earth Vincent twisted slightly and brought his left foot around at Bears rib cage, if this kick made contact lets Just say Bear would have a few cracked if not broken ribs. But this was not all Vincent had in mind, his free hand pulled forth the Baton, sending it forward the metal slid forward and fit into place. Using the same hand he pulls back then lunges his hand and arm forward the metal rod aimed at the right side of Bears skull, it would not kill him or break any bone, but it would hurt like a bitch and at the least knock him out. That was his plan. he did not really feel like killing bear or wasting any more time simply he wanted to end this and go drink.
What he had not noticed though was the blood dripping from his right arm, when he had twisted while holding Bears arm the blade had actually made contact and left a nice gash on Vincents for-arm. And now small drips of blood dripped to the earth. |
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Post by Rebecca Chastain on Jan 28, 2011 22:46:44 GMT -5
 I finally made her way to the circle of people. Honestly, I didn't really want to join the group, not being one to follow instead lead, but there was nothing else better to do. Once I joined the group and pushed my way to the front so I could see, I instantly regretted it. Once I saw the scene I wanted to turn right around and run. What I hated almost as much as anything was violence. You could say I was sort of a hippie in the way I view violence and war and such. So why I'm friends with the most violent person at the school? Well, you can't help who you fall in love with right? Er---I mean become friends with...Anyway, I couldn't just leave. My friend was in there fighting and I knew that Vincent was fueled with hate and he was a great fighter. I watched as punches were thrown and the gash form on Vincent's arm. A gasp escaped my lips and I put my hands to my mouth to prevent a scream. "Stop.." I barely whispered the words and I knew they wouldn't be able to hear, but..I couldn't just jump in. I knew Bear would be pissed if I did and there was no way I could do that when we were just starting this relationship.
outfit.
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Post by Mona Therese Hix on Jan 29, 2011 12:02:32 GMT -5
Sure, Mona was flattered by Ryan's concern, but she knew well how to take care of herself. Mona was fast-footed and quick witted because of her father, and this was a low-level fight, or at least she hoped. But Mona saw Ryan disappear as the crowd thickened. She hoped he was okay, espcially because he seemed so worried. It wasn't like Mona wasn't, but she had seen worse. Why did people always assume she lived the cushy life? She had grown up without a father, and had spent most nights not at her house. There was worse out there than a fist fight - or even a knife fight. Mona caught the glint of the light as she forced herself and her petite body towards the front of the crowd. Bear and Vince. She had heard the matchup was going to be intense, but she saw she had arrived late. Damn, she thought quietly, watching the two slip back and forth. She hadn't really talked to Bear, but she had heard he was a pretty big asshole. And Vince was her friend, well enough. She knew who she was rooting for.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 30, 2011 15:35:54 GMT -5
Of course Vincent was going to pull a fast one on me; of course he was. He ducked, or whatever, and just threw me up and over so that I fell onto the ground. I set my jaw and ground my teeth, dark eyes narrowed up at the guy as I swung the saw-toothed knife at him as I was grounded, just before I was kicked.
in the side. Fucking hell, that hurt; I hadn't heard anything snap, thank Ripred, but I could tell that there'd be one hell of a bruise in the morning. As for a little revenge, I lunged at his retreating leg with my knife, swiping at him again in the hopes of giving him some more gashes.
Hot damn -- if that baton blow to the head didn't give me a headache from hell, there was nothing on earth that could do that. My head whipped to the side from impact, leaving me utterly dazed and confused. My entire body fell limp as it felt like my brain was rattling against the sides of my skull. Whoa.... fucking hell. Whew, that was a good hit.
After laying still for a good few minutes, I rolled over onto my side and hauled myself up, everything around me looking blurry as a wretched pain throbbed inside my head. I turned back to face Vincent, wobbling on my feet, chuckling like some deranged psychopath -- which, I guess, is what I was.
"Excellent hit, Vincent." I complimented, though my tone was dripping with venom towards the boy. I reached out to harshly pat his shoulder before raising my knife and examining the blade. It had a little amount of blood on it, but that was good enough for me. I ran my tongue along it, licking up the little red droplets, relishing the familiar sticky metallic taste. "I'll see you later, Vincent." Unlike how I was swaying on my feet, my voice was daunting and steady. If my plans were to go the way I hoped they would, our paths would cross again, just with more people involved. Bahah.
Turning on my heels, I forced my way through the crowd, wobbling through my dazed state and cackling like some demented hyena. As I passed that gigantor Semper, though, I snatched the beer bottle up from his hand and continued on my way, drinking to ease the pain in my head and side. I was sure to head away from where I had parked that rust bucket of a truck, though; don't want anyone figuring out my plan early, now, do we?
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