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| Howlin' For You; George White vs. Sun Siyu | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 7 2010, 02:06 PM (438 Views) | |
| Ronto | Nov 7 2010, 02:06 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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((OOC: Rules: Non-Fatal fight, injuries of some degree are of course accepted. Wager is one tier 1 weapon of the losers choice. Weapons: two weapons form each players inventory [or one].)) George was pissed, he was burnt, bruised and was angry at the yellow bastard who ad knocked him down in his little adventure with Jackal and the bastard he now knew as Eli. He had seen the Chinaman leave due north of the ruins, George had taken the high grounds and followed him all the way into Buckettown. The man had stopped in the middle of the main square to have a word with one of the many homeless wasters as a result of the glorious revolution. George slowly walked into the square and took off his jacket, he undid his bandoleer and dropped it onto the ground along with his rifle...he took the blade out of his boot and threw it onto his jacket. George stepped into sight of other people in the square and stopped roughly 15 feet behind the man. rumor was his name was Sun...Sun Siyu. He lit a cigarette and took a deep, long drag, filling his lungs with the poison smoke he adored, "YOU!!! CHINAMAN!!!!!!" He blared at the top of his lungs,"YOU THINK YOU CAN LAY A HAND ON ME AND GET OFF WITH A FUCKIN' PARDON?" He pulled out the tire iron lodged in his belt and bent down, grabbing a handful of gravel and sand. "You.....Me....Here....Now!" |
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| Cewebwalz | Nov 8 2010, 04:51 PM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun snapped to attention, eying down the man from earlier. He chuckled to himself. He remembered the rather pathetic excuse of a fight he brought earlier. Him and Eli managed to take down the Jackal more then easily enough. Sun had planned on apologizing to the man, but he soon enough realized that an apology wouldn't cut it. The man wanted revenge. "You sure about this?" Sun stretched out, moving around, he began to hop up and down lightly, moving about. He glanced at the crowd gathering. Slowly. Surrounding the two. Gaps where filled, word was being spread. Shit was 'bout to go down. And half the town was going to show up to see. The kitchen knife slid out of Sun's sleeve. He dropped it behind him, kicking it back to the edge of the crowd with his foot. He tossed the bow back as well, and the remaining gear he wouldn't need in the upcoming fight. He tossed his club back and fourth between his hands, stretching out his fingers. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Ronto | Nov 8 2010, 05:18 PM Post #3 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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He turned around and dropped his gear, cradling a bat and moving around like an animal. He stretched out and looked relaxed, to relaxed for a fight. George stepped forward. "You sure about this?" He looked at the crowd, at the sun, at everything around him, he was sure. George twirled the weapon around in his fingers and felt the dirt in his palm. He had grown p with these things, it was time to have some fun. "What, so you think that you can walk away without saying sorry?" He asked in a sing-song voice. "Bring it." It begins now. |
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| Cewebwalz | Nov 9 2010, 01:22 PM Post #4 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun nodded, disregarding the outsider's last comment. He glanced towards his tire iron. His club was longer. If he stayed out of the man's reach, he'd be able to pummel him from afar. Sun began to move in, he wanted to see what this guy could do. He gave a light swing with the club at the man, before jumping back. Sun began to move through out the area, tapping the club against the ground. He wasn't going to show this guy how fast he really was until it was too late. Crush him while he advanced. Sun had moved in closer again, tossing the club back and fourth between his hands, taunting him. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Ronto | Nov 9 2010, 05:23 PM Post #5 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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The man moved in and swung his bat around before backing off and waiting for George to move in. George knew about the Asians, tricky and speedy, he shouldn't have picked a melee fight so quickly, but the time was now and he embraced it. Instead of moving in head on to attack his target, he insisted on doing the same thing as the chinaman, he began to twirl the tire iron around in his hand and slowly walk clockwise in a circle, moving around in a fashion as to make sure that he fas far away from the blow of Sun's club. He was 3 feet from the edge of the crowd when he noticed the chinaman imitating his patterns. George paced around until he was in the shadow of Buckettown's Cannons. He stopped and kicked the dirt. George jumped and ran into the center towards Sun, he held his tire iron paralleled to his legs in a downward fashion as he ran towards Sun, he got in close before throwing the fistful of dust his way and swinging at Sun's legs, he hoped the momentum and surprise would give him an opening. |
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| Cewebwalz | Nov 11 2010, 08:39 AM Post #6 |
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Sun began to pace backwards as George charged at him, tossing the club into his weaker hand, ready to intercept his attack. The sand being thrown at him caught him by surprise. It flung into his eyes, stinging and blinding him. He immediately began to move back wards, raising his club to defend his forehead, and using his open hand to desperately try to remove the grains from his eyes. The tire iron smashing into his left leg caught him by surprise, and Sun began to dart backwards, further away from George. His hand continued to struggle, finally partly removing the sand from his right eye. He opened his eye half way, squinting. He continued to move away from George, backing up further and further. Sun began to dart around the area, staring down George. He moved the tribal war club to his right hand, and began to pick away at his left eye. His leg still stung with pain. He wouldn’t be moving as fast as he should be. This wasn’t very good, Sun would have to go on the defensive for now. Wait for him to close in, move slowly, make it look like his injury was worse then it was. Then, once George moved in for the kill, he’d make him wish he hadn’t thrown sand. He understood using dirty tricks during a fight where you where out numbered, or facing some one with a serious advantage over you. But starting a fight, and then having it be your first real attack? That was just stupid. It meant that he was scared, that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to win if he didn’t lower himself to such exploits. And that was good. That was very good. Sun tossed the war club to his left hand, formed an open palm in his right hand, was finally able to fully open his right eye without the painful stinging sensation that accompanied it earlier. |
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