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 Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 8:38 am
If they weren't in the Rift, Ilmenite might have had a bit more luck; as a General, his ability to teleport was a tool that could certainly be made useful in battle. Hard to hit someone when they disappeared from in front of you and reappeared behind -- or two blocks away, on top of a building, watching you tumble to a heap where they had been. He didn't do that here. Couldn't, perhaps, though if asked, he would say he chose not to. It wasn't sporting, after all.
At least he caught this one as it came, hopping awkwardly over the jut of her leg and regaining his balance, arms up and ready. Maybe he should practice a bit more, anyway. He frowned at her as he caught himself, more serious than he should have been, perhaps.
"An army is more useful than a gang, I'd." It came with a c**k of his head and two quick steps back, still defensive, so she'd have to follow. "Better organized. Making use of peoples' talents instead of just sending them out to sew mischief. Working toward a goal."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:47 pm
Not sporting, indeed. She certainly would have crossed her arms across her chest and kicked away a nearby rock, if not childishly stamp her foot before reluctantly chasing after the general.
Her leg swung, but she didn’t feel the satisfying sensation of tripping over the man. Fukalite frowned, jutting out her bottom lip. That wasn’t good. She hastily returned to a standing position before Ilmenite could even think of taking advantage of her miss. It seemed her mild panic was in vain, as she realized he had his arms raised and poised, rather than lunging for her. She smiled, taking a couple waltzing steps after him. “Yes, an army is more useful than a gang, but an army is just so uptight sometimes.” Fukalite made a feint to the right before pushing off her foot to come in for a punch from the left.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 8:03 am
It hit, and neatly, getting a soft curse -- but Ilmenite brought his own hand around to catch after her arm before she could flit away, and while she might be faster and better trained, he had the rank. A General's strength well out-weighed that of a Lieutenant, and if it boiled down to a simple grapple, he had an unfair advantage that he didn't usually indulge.
But this time he did, the blaise attitude perhaps getting to him. He was more than willing to take the blows if it meant he could catch her. Ilmenite had certainly had worse before, and would again, and he could easily recover from a few eggs and bruises, or black eyes. In this moment, though, he wanted to bring her down at least a notch.
Suddenly he understood why he'd annoyed so many people as a mouthy lieutenant.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 4:53 pm
Ahhh, another curse. What music to her ears! Too bad Fukalite didn’t get much time to revel in it. He grabbed her arm. Frowning, the lieutenant stared at his hand and attempted to tug free of his hold, but found she was too weak to wriggle out of it. She hummed quietly, her expression turning contemplative as she straightened her back and looked the general in the eye. Fukalite appeared at least semi-serious—an accomplishment for just about anyone—until her lips spread into a pleasant. “Would you kindly let go?” There was no harm in trying, right? But the more she stared at Illmenite the more she got the feeling he wouldn’t oblige so easily. Hmm. Had her luck run out at last? She decided to push her luck a bit and casually kicked him in the knee. Hard.
…what? Kicking him in the balls would have been suicide, right?
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:56 am
It would have been something, at least, would have cemented some deep-rooted feeling Ilmenite had about women being dirty fighters, perhaps; Fukalite, after all, wouldn't have been the first one to go for that low blow, and the last girl who had still held a furious pocket of Ilmenite's mind. Maybe, though, it would have served as a reminder that he should hunt down Aster and do something about it. Maybe it would have encouraged him toward certain General duties that he had been severely neglecting.
As it was, the request made him hesitate, considering her expression. It was her tone that did it, that vague polite edge. Had she gone still, he probably would have released her and stepped back, would have let them both gather themselves, point made.
But no, she moved too quickly, catching him in the knee. He growled and went down, but without letting go of her arm. It meant that, in a moment, she'd be tugged down with the gangly General, to a tangle on the Rift's floor, and in a grapple he obviously had the advantage.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 8:02 pm
The general had been too far away and she had moved too quickly for her to notice the look on his face. Maybe Fukalite would have actually waited, but maybe even then she would have still attempted to kick him. What kind of general would actually be polite enough to oblige during a spar?
Everything moved too fast for Fukalite to get a close look at Ilmenite’s expression, but she clearly heard him growl. She would have smiled if she wasn’t being pulled down to the floor. The lieutenant hissed as she crashed to the hard ground, but she ignored the initial shock of pain in favor of attempting to push him off. Once she realized it was futile she opted for digging her nails into his arms. Maybe her nails would chip in the process, but at the moment she could care less.
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