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Post by Gilgamesh on Aug 2, 2016 23:24:05 GMT -7
"Flee."
It's what she said she specialized in. So if it was too hard, to hot for her she could run away. She was closer to the door which was kicked down. Her escape route was wide open. But he wasn't going to stand around and have a heart to heart. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't need that bullshit right now.
He didn't need weapons to follow up his attacks. He didn't stop moving when the elbow whizzed by her. A knee was next, aimed for her ribs. And after that another elbow. Though this one would be coming down for the top of her head. If she was going to do the dodging game he'd make sure she dodged in every direction.
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Post by Limen on Aug 5, 2016 5:30:17 GMT -7
Limen did not run. Not immediately, anyways. She knew she should - his anger was thick and, in all likelihood, blinding. This was when thoughtless decisions were made. There was little worse times to decide to stick around if she wanted to keep all her skin in one piece, and she did kind of prefer it that way. But, she couldn’t leave yet, not while he was like this and she did indeed still have all her bones and muscles in place.
For the knee she stepped left, turning so it rushed past her chest. The second elbow was a step to the side for her, a step backwards from him. She ducked her shoulder downwards to make the last few inches necessary to dodge the blow. Unlike last time they fought, she already was not looking for any opportunities to attack back. Instead, her eyes remained locked on his, watching his whole body for the inevitable next strike.
“Why do you do this to yourself?”
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Post by Gilgamesh on Aug 5, 2016 18:31:59 GMT -7
"You should worry about yourself."
He'd keep advancing upon her. Each move flowing into the next. She could keep dodging but he'd just need to hit her once and it was done. The fact that she was not striking back just pissed him off more. It was like she was spitting on everything he tried to do for her. Like she thought that she was better than him, that she didn't need to defend herself! He was going to make her fight back, or die with that look on her face.
His left foot moved forward to try and slam down on top of hers to lower her mobility. He'd follow that up with another elbow aimed for the side of her head. He wasn't planning on pulling his punches and she needed to realize this wasn't a game. He was fine. And he didn't need her worrying about him. He didn't need her pity or her sympathy! He didn't need it from anyone.
He was strong, stronger than her. Stronger than Valkyrie, stronger than any single person in the Bulwark or Pandaemonium. He didn't need anyone's pity. Pity was for the weak. Sympathy was for those that gave up. He was neither, and he wouldn't let these insults slide. He would show her, he would show everyone what it meant to stand before his fury.
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Post by Limen on Aug 5, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -7
Limen gave a single chuckle to his answer. She pivoted on her further foot, picking up and resting the toes of the one recently nearly pancaked behind and to the side of her other foot and turning to again face Gil. The elbow flew again over her head as she ducked down to a crouch. ‘Worry about yourself’, he said, like turning the question back on her answered anything. Gil and his non-answers. He was basically angrily yelling ‘I’m fine’ while being the only one in the room oblivious to the fact that he was not fine.
“Uh huh, and now you’re trying to beat me up again.” She hummed, again passing on her turn to strike back. “What’re you trying to prove?”
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Post by Gilgamesh on Aug 5, 2016 20:35:53 GMT -7
There was nothing to say this time. He didn't need to explain himself to her. And he didn't intend to cut off her exit. He just wanted to drive her back and away. Or crush her skull in his hand. Whatever would give him the solitude he wanted, he needed right now. This time rather than go with a brutal strike against her temple or ribs he'd lash out with an open hand, attempting to grab her by the shirt and pull her in.
If he managed to get ahold of her this time he'd lift her up in to the air, looking up at her with the moonlight through the broken roof illuminating a face twisted in rage and pain. She was right, he wasn't okay but he would not, could not admit that. He couldn't allow that to stop him. The only way things got better was by getting stronger. Destroying everything that stood against him.
"Why do you even give a shit?"
It was barely a question, asked through clenched teeth.
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Post by Limen on Aug 5, 2016 20:59:31 GMT -7
Limen was fast, but she couldn’t dodge his blows forever. She had been expecting a fist, and had been preparing to dodge a fist. An open hand caught her as she attempted to jump back, not fully, but enough to give Gil plenty of sweatshirt to lift Limen up. Being a little over a hundred pounds and a head shorter than Gil, there wasn’t much in terms of body mass she could use to keep her feet from lifting more than one foot off the ground.
Her brass knuckle rested on the fingers on her right hand. Her left clenched the wrist holding her sweatshirt, touching skin, she made sure. She could kick him, squirm in his grasp, try to punch him - but instead, she let him lift her without struggle. She hung limp in his grasp, but her head was high. She returned his look of anger with a grin of clenched teeth. She stared directly into his eyes, unwavering despite his rage.
“'Cause that’s my job as your student, Gilgamesh!”
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Post by Gilgamesh on Aug 6, 2016 17:48:51 GMT -7
His jaw tightened at her explanation. If you could even call it that. It wasn't one he was willing to accept right now. With a snarl he whipped his arm to the side to throw Limen against some of the machinery that littered this long dead factory. If she wanted to pull the student card then she could show him what she had learned. She could be a good and attentive student.
"Pop quiz then."
He'd follow up the throw by rushing at her, hoping to hit her before she could pick herself back up and right herself. If she was on the ground still then he'd bring focus back to the moment with a foot stomping down on her torso. If she had managed to pick herself up or salvage a landing then instead he'd send a palm strike aimed right between her eyes.
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Post by Limen on Aug 8, 2016 21:21:02 GMT -7
Limen had, however, been expecting the toss. There wasn’t much else Gil could do from there, besides try to hang on from her. He should know from their last fight what happened when someone tried to hang onto her. Limen grunted when she slammed into the machinery, but she pushed the pain aside to regain her footing and center of balance. She was half bent over, arm rested against the metal hunk she’d just hit, when Gil gave her the next thing to react to.
She didn’t have time to dodge. But, unlike when he’d grabbed her, she wasn’t going to let this strike be painless. Limen raised her arm to block the blow to her forehead. In the same moment she felt the blow land and pain shoot through her forearm, she tapped her thumb to the metal of her brass knuckles. Electricity coursed through her body, ending in Gil’s hand. Limen took several quick steps back, keeping her arms raised defensively.
The door was still behind her. At her best she was barely dodging Gil’s attacks. Her shoulder, which had taken the brunt of her meeting with the machinery stung and her forearm burned. Now that she was taking damage, how long would she be able to keep this up?
She kept herself aware of the large exit behind her and the smaller ones around her, but her gaze remained solely on Gil.
“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you’re not lying. To me, and to yourself. Tell me you’re fine.” She was daring him.
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Post by Gilgamesh on Aug 11, 2016 14:42:05 GMT -7
The electric shock was one he'd felt before. A familiar trick of hers, but still painful, though thankfully brief as she chose to back off rather than engage in a grapple. Though electricity or not they'd both know how that would end. He'd be in pain and she'd be dead. He'd praise the decision if he didn't know she was always inclined to retreat rather than press an advantage.
"I'm fine."
He had no difficulty meeting her eyes. His tone gruff, angry, dangerous, and so very sure of itself. He'd never had anyone concerned over if he was okay or not. Not in this way. He'd never been given the luxury of not being okay. There was only one thing to do when life kicked you in the ribs over and over again. And that was grab it's leg and fight back. He didn't know how to do anything other than power through whatever was bugging him, whatever emotional pain he had. The only coping mechanism he had was violence and venting it out through aggression. So while he truly believed that he was fine, that he was in his process. It was easy to tell that he was in pain, that he was not in a good place, and he was in a position to make rash choices without thinking them through all the way.
As it was he was venting now on Limen as he sent a snap kick toward her guard. Followed by another. And then another. If she was going to use her electricity and toys then he'd focus on quick strikes that didn't linger. Grabbing was a bad choice, but he had other options to break through her.
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Post by Limen on Aug 12, 2016 16:23:31 GMT -7
Limen's smile twitched upwards at the edges. The first kick she dodged with a quick step backwards but the second hit her arm, breaking her stance. She saw it coming, knew she'd be too slow, but chose not to utilize her electricity. Between the pain she clenched her teeth and locked narrowed eyes with him.
"Liar."
She had to catch herself before the next kick. Her stance shifted to be wider, more light and fluid and less reliant on her throbbing arm to protect her venerable organs. She moved backwards, trying to gain distance on him as light footwork turned her around and away from each strike.
She couldn't stay any longer. One part of her didn't want to leave; her business wasn't complete here. His confidence had only gone to show how deep this was. But a larger piece, the one that stepped in to keep her alive, told her it was time to leave. It was the coward in her, but this coward was not dying over something like this. She'd said her part. As soon as an opening presented itself, granted by distance or perhaps Gil himself, she would turn and sprint for the door behind her.
But, exit before her, bike not far beyond, she hesitated. She stopped in the doorway, hand resting on the old wood, and cast a look back over her shoulder.
"Oi, find me later if you want pie. And, bandages." Not that he had to. She doubted he would.
Limen ran for her bike. She would be leaving behind her bow and quiver, but she could come back later and had spares elsewhere. The key lit the ignition. Driving over concrete stops and cracks in the pavement, Limen made an arc our of the old parking lot and disappeared into the streets of the slums.
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Post by Gilgamesh on Aug 13, 2016 20:29:39 GMT -7
Each blow that he fired off toward her packed more of a punch. Fueled by frustration, rage, and hatred. The familiar feeling of pounding through his veins. The heat of the emotion was like an old friend. One that tonight he was more than willing to embrace. It was only the most tenuous of threads oh his current rage that kept him from pushing the advantage as she made it to the door. Injured it wouldn't be hard to finish her and snuff out this possible mistake.
But he didn't pursue. He didn't respond to her invitation beyond grunting and turning his back to her. He didn't want to look at her. He didn't want her sympathy or her pity. He didn't want to risk seeing it, he didn't know how he would react. He flinched slightly as the bike started up and peeled away from the factory leaving him alone with nothing but broken and rusted metal and his anger.
Letting out a blood curdling howl of rage he slammed his fists into the machines that still stood. Harder than before. Each strike punching harder and faster than the last. The rusted metal shattering and snapping with each impact, blood flowing down his hands and arms as new cuts appeared as he continued his destructive onslaught with reckless abandon.
His whole life felt wasted. Everything that he had gone through. All of the effort that he poured into his training, into the core of his being. Everything he did to try and overcome his weaknesses and it still wasn't enough. All he could do was destroy, that was all he could ever do. He couldn't avenge. He couldn't save. He couldn't redeem. He could kill and he could break. That's all he was good for, a weapon forged in fire. A tool of destruction. What was he thinking with Limen? With Alex? With anything? What could he ever hope to build? Gloves and clothes to fight in? A place to train to kill in?
No, he knew what he was. Pointless distractions, that's all any of this was. It's all it ever was. A waste of time and effort. Time and effort he could have spent getting stronger. Becoming the sharpest weapon the world had ever seen. The path ahead of him was clear, and there was going to be blood. But still, she had come out here for him. It was stupid, and pointless. But in her own stupid way she was worried about him, even he could see that.
"You're an idiot."
Even he didn't know if he was talking to her or himself. But he could feel his body growing tired, the heat of rage fading away as exhaustion set in. He'd find a spot against one of the standing walls and slowly slide down into a sitting position to catch his breath, bringing his knees up so he could press his forehead against them with a sigh. The knots in his stomach giving him some concern. He didn't know why he felt guilty, she knew what she was getting into, and it was her own fault for getting that close. She was still too weak. That was her problem. She should be able to at least block one attack without snapping bone. She had to be slacking in her training, probably running off on her little adventures or playing with her bow.
His eyes caught side of her bow from his peripheral and he let out another sigh to accompany the twisting in his chest. He wasn't going to apologize, that was for sure. She got what she had coming. But he also wasn't going to leave her stuff here to get stolen. He owed her something at least. She'd come looking for him twice now, after the Dragon and now. She had no reason to be so invested in his business. They weren't friends.
She could never be his friend. And he didn't need her to be either. Or to keep trying. They both had better shit to do. But he also felt that he had to thank her in some way for her concern. In some way. He didn't have the words for that though, he couldn't picture himself standing there thanking her for coming after him. In all of the plays and all the books he'd read he still couldn't bring himself to do that. Not for real. He didn't want to deal with the embarrassment she would be sure to try and make him feel about it. He could just picture it, and it was a huge bother. He'd just make her something and leave it on her mat. She'd get the message and they wouldn't have to talk about it. Ever.
And he knew just the thing, something practical. Especially with her apparently pathetically weak arms. He'd make her some bracers for her archery, he had to make new gloves anyways. He'd trashed these. So he'd be picking up leather, he'd just get some harder pieces as well for bracers. Shouldn't take more than a few days to finish up. Then they could be caught up and he wouldn't have to keep feeling these stupid knots.
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