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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 0:46:50 GMT -5
Aiden expected this and grabbed her leg again. Only this time he just held it in an iron grip, curious as to how she'd respond.
It was at this point he realized he didn't know her name. She was currently just a fast albino Brit... "Hey, what's your name?" He asked, preparing for her next attack.
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 0:54:09 GMT -5
Locke looked at her current adversary, pale blue orbs trying their hardest to read him.
"Bit of an odd time for introductions, don't you think?" she asked, unable to keep a giggle from escaping. "Name's Locke, and you are?" She'd wait until after he'd shared his own name before making her next move. It would be funnier that way.
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 0:58:41 GMT -5
"Aiden, Aiden King." He stated, not letting go of her leg. They were still sorta fighting. Sparring really.
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 1:02:37 GMT -5
"Right," acknowledged Locke with a small nod. Aiden was still holding onto her leg, which was exactly what she needed him to be doing for this to work. "Well, Aiden... Well, knowing your name is going to make this a little harder on my conscience..."
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 1:08:48 GMT -5
Why did he not like where she was going with this?
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 1:15:13 GMT -5
Judging by the fact that he wasn't saying anything, Locke had to assume that Aiden was quite afraid to ask what exactly was going to be hard on her conscience. Of course, she smiled at him, as sweetly as she could muster in the middle of a sparring match.
"In case you were wondering..." she continued. "By this, I meant this!" With another of those swift motions, the albino used her other leg to push off of the ground and against her giant opponent's body. As long as he didn't interfere (which was a long shot), she'd end up stepping on the top of his head, causing him to let go and allowing her to use his head as a springboard to gain some distance.
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 1:30:07 GMT -5
Aiden let out an indistinguishable sound as his head was stepped on. He stumbled a bit and turned around to face Locke. "Clever." He consented, ready for whatever came next and being sure to learn from his mistake.
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 1:36:15 GMT -5
This time, Locke let out a full-blown laugh as she rocketed off of Aiden's head and turned in midair, floating to the ground with her coattails and facing her opponent with a grin.
"Well, thank you," she replied. "It was a lucky shot, I'm sure. You're quite the diligent rumbler, aren't you?" It was all just palaver, really. Part of her game was making sure that she didn't lose herself in the fight. Now, it was Aiden's turn again, and the albino was ready.
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 1:44:10 GMT -5
Aiden charged almost instantly, making for a strike to her mid-torso. He was positive she would dodge. She didn't have enough time or space (hopefully) to jump over him so she'd have to go to one of the sides, and when she did he had a plan. Even if she managed to jump over him he'd have enough time to turn back around and prepare himself for a counterattack. No matter what happened he was pretty sure he was safe.
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 1:58:37 GMT -5
Locke sighed mentally before starting to spin toward Aiden's right side. If she could build enough centrifugal force, the Brit would effectively create a screen of sand to distract her opponent. However, it was highly unlikely.
Worth a shot, though... thought the albino.
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 2:11:45 GMT -5
And THAT was his cue, he quickly spun counter clockwise with his left leg held high enough to where Locke would be hard-pressed to dodge it. With luck it would catch her in her abdomen and she wouldn't dodge yet again. Then again, a backwards roundhouse kick was fairly basic compared to what she had pulled off, but oh well.
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 2:26:32 GMT -5
It hadn't worked.
Locke had wanted to jump over him again, but there hadn't been enough space, and now the sandscreen experiment was failing as well. It wasn't a defeat, and it certainly wasn't a victory, but this Aiden was one hell of a contender. The albino did the best she could to evade his next kick, but it was inevitable in the end. She took the kick to the abdomen, leaning back a little to minimize the damage she would take.
Grinning, Locke staggered backward a bit, breathing heavily as she had done while training.
"Well..." panted the Brit, keeping the hair out of her eyes so as to look at her opponent. "That was... exhilarating..." Her trenchcoat was wet around the tails, and the entire thing was gritty with sand from her attempt at dodging and gaining advantage from Aiden's last attack, but it was nothing that couldn't be washed out.
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 12:07:13 GMT -5
Aiden responded with a grin and a satisfied, "Yup." He dropped his guard, pretty sure that her use of the past-tense meant that the fight was over. A bit disappointing, but to be expected. They weren't trying to kill each other after all, who knew how that would go if it happened.
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Post by locke on Aug 8, 2010 15:13:52 GMT -5
"You know..." began Locke, walking back toward Aiden, her own grin still in place. "You're quite the worthy opponent. I think that perhaps, someday, we may have to finish this." The albino held out her hand, hoping that the Ookami would do her such an honor as to be a good sport, and a good rival.
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 8, 2010 17:10:26 GMT -5
Aiden gave a mental 'why the hell not?' and took her hand in a firm grip; shaking it as he spoke. "No holding back next time, okay?" His own breaths were heavier than usual, but he was grinning like a fool.
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