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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 17:19:56 GMT -5
Locke's pout turned instantly into a grin as her arm snapped to where Michael's fist would connect. With quick and delicate movements, she took his wrist in her hand and fiddled with the veins. This would effectively render that arm useless for a while.
"Too simple," she said sweetly. "Gotta be quicker, Mike."
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 17:24:23 GMT -5
Michael groaned again, great now his right arm was useless. He sighed, as he took his leg. And went to knee the girl. Why the hell was he fighting? Was what he asked himself, fist fights just weren't his thing. Now give him a duel disk, and a deck. And through brown haired boy was set, but it seemed it was to late to back down now.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 17:38:25 GMT -5
Locke's grin began to dissipate just a little at Michael's retort. She sidestepped the attack and lifted her own leg under his. If he didn't have a counter for this, it would either extend his leg up too far and damage his groin, or topple him to the sand.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 17:46:39 GMT -5
Michael fell down on the sand, well this was great. He was getting his ass handed to him, by a girl. Maybe flirting all the time was a bad idea. He stood up, and sighed. "Yeah, I think I get what you were doing here." he said, a smile on his face. Maybe he could stop this now, before he got hurt more.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 17:49:46 GMT -5
Locke stopped, her stance relaxing a bit. This was pathetic. She had thought that this kid might have a little more in him.
"And what, exactly, am I doing here?" asked the albino, her British accent thickening a bit with irritation.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 17:54:11 GMT -5
Michael laughed, ahhhh she let her guard down. Now she was open for a hit, he went to kick the girl in the side. Hopefully, it actually hitting this time. But who knows, with his luck it probably wouldn't. That much was for sure, and Michael could only take what he dished out.
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Post by locke on Aug 9, 2010 18:02:17 GMT -5
A cheap trick, but not completely unsurprising. Michael appeared to be getting more into this fight, and that was just what the Brit wanted, but now that he was pulling tricks, it was her turn. The kick had indeed caught her a little off guard, and she winced as she just barely managed to take hold of the boy's ankle. It was a trick that Aiden had used (to a degree) when she had met him. Granted, this wasn't even on the caliber of that sparring match, but Locke still wanted to make this fun. Lifting Michael's leg, she began to pivot. Assuming that he wouldn't know how to stop this, she'd end up spinning him around within seconds, and she could lob him a great distance.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 9, 2010 18:06:32 GMT -5
Michael groaned as he went flying to the ground. A few feet away, "God, a duel would be much easier." he thought, as he waited for the girl to come to him. This time he was ready, and actually "in the game" so to speak. So he'd be ready for her next move.
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Post by locke on Aug 10, 2010 11:38:52 GMT -5
Locke's careful ears picked up Michael's statement, and she gave him a laughter of mixed apology and amusement.
"I'd Duel you," stated the albino. "if I weren't practically naked, and therefore unable to carry a Deck or Duel Disk." She walked a step or two forward, not close enough for her opponent to reach. "C'mon, then. Get up."
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 10, 2010 14:58:03 GMT -5
Michael go up from the ground, "Do you make it hobby to attack, guys that flirt with you?" he asked, jokingly. Michael rubbed the back of his head, this was pretty bad.
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Post by locke on Aug 10, 2010 15:11:23 GMT -5
Locke grinned at Michael, nodding as she put her hands on her hips once again.
"It's how I test their worthiness," the albino confirmed. "Normally, a worthy man can get at least one hit on me, besides his pick-up line." Blue eyes surveyed the tired face of their owner's opponent, and the Brit's own face softened a little. "If you really want to, Michael, you can go. Or I can. No one ever told you that you had to stay here and fight me."
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 10, 2010 15:15:11 GMT -5
Michael laughed, "I don't ever give up." he said, a smirk playing on his face, as he moved his hand through his hair. Maybe if he thought if this as a duel, he'd actually get somewhere. But if that was the case, it was her move. He'd just half to wait, and see what happens.
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Post by locke on Aug 10, 2010 15:22:35 GMT -5
Locke rubbed her cheek thoughtfully at Michael's statement. She definitely couldn't get into his fighting style, but such stubbornness was at least a little admirable.
"You've got guts, kid," complimented the albino. "Fighting's all about seeing who gives up first, though. There's no definite end, like in a Duel... unless you really want to continue this to the death." It wasn't really a serious proposition. Locke wasn't too keen on facing anyone to the death, unless killing them would truly be challenging.
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Post by Michael Faith on Aug 10, 2010 15:26:06 GMT -5
Michael rolled his eyes, before closing them. "Yeah, Yeah. Trust me I know." he said, opening one eye. Before taking off his jacket, and dashing at her. He brought up his knee, to hit her in the gut.
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Post by locke on Aug 10, 2010 15:42:29 GMT -5
Locke shook her head, a piteous smile on her lips. The albino launched herself into the air, aiming a leg for Michael's head or throat. It wasn't as good as her Sky Kick, since she didn't have her beloved trenchcoat with her, but if Michael didn't turn tail or at least back up, he'd have a badly messed-up face.
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