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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 0:57:33 GMT -5
The weapon dropped, so she moved forward and threw a punch for his chest.
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 0:59:26 GMT -5
Liam held his arms up infront of him as a block, he skidded along the ground. Cursing as he felt intense pain, the force of that punch clearly felt as he had just risked his arms breaking just now. He can't do that a second time, he has to either dodge or counter that's the only way to do this. 'Looks like that training may come in handy after all...'
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 1:01:01 GMT -5
She picked up her weapon and switched it to knife mode, taking a wild plunge.
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 1:04:39 GMT -5
Liam twisted his body, trying to dodge it. On the main part, he had, although suffering a small cut to his side as the blade cut through his clothing and left a nick on his flesh. Letting a hiss of pain, he went to slam his elbow down on her extended arm at the same time taking his other arm and trying to wrap it around her throat into a choke-hold. Obviously going for dis-arms and the like here.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 1:06:18 GMT -5
She lost her weapon again, and her Zecter sparked a bit before abandoning her belt, unable to sustain the form in its new condition for too long. It left Noa as her human form as it took off.
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 1:12:29 GMT -5
"Looks like it realized the situation and got the hell out of here." Liam analyzed, before looking at Noa, he got onto a knee and extended a hand, "Hey... Noa, you alright?" He asked, actually being concerned for a change. He ignored the stinging pain of the wound on his side, more worried about her. "That thing taking over didn't fuck with your head did it?"
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 1:14:51 GMT -5
"I...I couldn't control myself once it changed me," she told him weakly, taking his hand, "Are you ok? Did...did I hurt you?"
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 1:17:18 GMT -5
He helped her onto her feet, letting her lean against him if she needed it. He had noticed how weak she looked--must've taken a lot out of her, that whole thing. "I'm fine, just one small cut and maybe some bruises on the arms. I've been through worst." He told her with a weak smile. "I'm more worried about you."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 1:20:45 GMT -5
"Thank you for the concern," she said, taking her belt off and letting it fall with a clatter to the ground, leaning against him a little.
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 1:23:36 GMT -5
He looked down at her, "Its nothing. Just consider yourself a special exception, I never go this far out of my way for someone." He told her, closing his eyes as he clenched his fist weakly which was at his side, his other hand was clenching the cut, putting pressure on it.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 11:02:42 GMT -5
She put her hand on his cut, "Let me help you," she offered, "I did it, after all..."
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 14:53:29 GMT -5
"...If you want to help, you may." He told her, flinching slightly when she touched his cut.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 15:09:06 GMT -5
"Come on, I'll take you to my house and help you," she offered.
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Post by Liam Sutherland/Scott Marlowe on Dec 29, 2012 15:12:22 GMT -5
"Alright, whatever." He closed his eye, looking agitated from the stinging pain. It'd gotten old fast to him. "Lead the way."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 15:14:55 GMT -5
She took off her scarf and held it out, "I can tie this around it for now," she offered.
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