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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 14, 2012 23:48:17 GMT -5
Mikka didn't say anything this time, instead immedtialy turning around to come at her opponent again from the other side. She changed the pattern in which she moved and aimed lower when she swung, knowing Karter would be prepared for an assualt too similar to the last.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 15, 2012 0:15:39 GMT -5
Karter could hear the footsteps and the whistles of the wind between the notches of the crowbar. Lower. Good to know.
He flipped backward, landing just behind the weapon in question. He winced, watching as it connected with where his spine would have been if he hadn't moved. "Care to try again, She-Hulk?"
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 15, 2012 0:34:44 GMT -5
"As much as I need to, little Krolik." The Ookami skirted to a halt and spun back around. She'd be damned if she allowed her back to be turned to Karter for one second. While the Russian was still mostly teasing her opponent that didn't mean she wasn't going to take him seriously. She was mental, not stupid.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 15, 2012 1:00:15 GMT -5
Karter grinned, shutting his butterfly knife. It was a good thing Theo hadn't realized that his 'wallet' had turned into a small carrying case for throwing knives, or this wouldn't have been able to work. "Well then... How about we change things up a little? I'd hate to bore you." He sprang up into a tree and threw three of the knives on a diagonal toward the Russian. No matter which way she moved, one was bound to hit her. Hopefully.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 15, 2012 1:18:44 GMT -5
Mikka tried to lean out of the way, although she knew it would be impossible to come out unscathed. She threw up her free hand in defense. Two of the knives bounced off her forearm with a metallic ping and the third skimmed over her face, leaving a scarlet trail of blood where it cut her. The Russian used her sleeve to wipe the blood away before allowing the knife that was hidden in her sleeve to slide down into her hand. She threw it at her advesary, using it as more of a distraction so she could hit him with the crowbar.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 15, 2012 11:22:14 GMT -5
Karter couldn't help but laugh as Mikka threw her own knife. This... this was FUN!! He hadn't had this much fun kicking the crap out of anyone that hurt Theo in a long long time. Why didn't he do this more often? It was HIS body as much as Theo's, wasn't it? He darted to the base of the branch and swung around the tree to get behind Mikka as she rushed him, slamming a boot into her back before darting off in another direction.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 15, 2012 18:58:07 GMT -5
Mikka let out a startled "oof" when her opponent's foot slammed into the middle of her back. Having lost her balance, she was sent tumbling downward, plummeting to the forest floor. She just barely managed to avoid a total faceplant by turning the fall into a front roll. She whirled around to face the direction she assumed Karter had run off in, one leg still kneeling and the other ready to launch her forward the moment she decided to attack.
The Russian's eyes narrowed, although the ever-present grin was still occupying her face. She was frustrated by the lack of hits she'd managed to land so far. Any normal person would have their brains leaking out onto the forest floor at this point. But her adversary wasn't exactly a normal person, was he? Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. It had been far too long since Mikka had felt this much of an adreniline rush. Her heart was slamming against her ribs and God, did she love it.
Chest still heaving the blonde darted forward, scooping up a few of her opponent's throwing knives and launching them towards his face. A loud, chilling laugh bubbled up in her chest and escaped her lips, echoing throughout the clearing.
"What fun this is," she giggled, tossing another knife. What fun indeed.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 16, 2012 1:00:07 GMT -5
Karter was just a little too well-prepared to be hit by his own trick at this point and twirled theatrically to dodge. A bit of hair was all that was harmed and the dark locks drifted to the forest floor. "Well, I have to say you're starting to enjoy this almost as much as I am. If we both survive this, perhaps I should buy you coffee." The operative word was 'if' but Karter figured that the Russo-German knew that.
A sudden thought hit him, though, that as much as he would LOVE to keep this woman as a rival, it would mean keeping Theo asleep and unaware for many more hours of the day...
But did that matter? He had just as much of a right to a life as Theo did... Maybe even more, after all, he had saved Theo's life so often, the kid wouldn't even HAVE a life if it wasn't for him. Perhaps THEO was the parasite, not Karter... Perhaps, he thought, it would be for the best if Theo... didn't wake up again. Not ever.
And half a moment later the thoughts of Theo and himself when they were small, back when it was alright to have imaginary friends, and the smile he remembered seeing on... their face? They did share a body, so he supposed it was indeed their face. The happiness...
He shoved these thoughts aside. A battlefield was no place for nostalgia.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 16, 2012 18:38:34 GMT -5
"Oh, aren't you a gentleman little Krolik?" The phrase was more playful than malicious; that much was made obvious by the still present grin. Mikka threw her long ashen hair over her shoulders with another laugh. "But I am assuming the key word in that sentence was if, da?" She pointed the crowbar at her opponent accusingly as she spoke.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 16, 2012 21:31:49 GMT -5
Karter held up his hands, his butterfly knife back in his right one, in mock surrender. "You caught me." He grinned back at her. "And don't call me 'little Krollik,' She-Hulk." He fell back into a knife-fighter's stance. "Now how about we continue this little game of ours, hm?"
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 16, 2012 21:50:17 GMT -5
"Aw, you don't like your nick-name?" Mikka looked hurt. "Well, I guess it can't be helped." She sighed, readying her crowbar for swinging once again. "Back to the game, as you said." The blonde knew it wouldn't be a good idea to repeat all her old strategies so she tried darting towards the trees, weaving around them until she found an opportunity to pop out and strike. She was used to fighting in far more open spaces, but she was good at adapting.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 16, 2012 22:12:32 GMT -5
Karter chuckled. "That won't wooork~!" He sang out. He DID know these woods like the back of his hand by now, and he darted after his opponent. If she was trying to surprise him or escape him, she was going about it all the wrong ways.
As an added precaution the dual-personality leaped up into the trees, hopping from branch to branch as he diverged from Mikka's path. Variety in his techniques would keep him alive, but the old battle tactic of elevation being the best defense was indeed true. Even in a crowbar-and-knife fight such as this.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 16, 2012 22:36:31 GMT -5
Mikka glanced upwards briefly, taking note of her enemey's new position. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she rapidly changed direction, dashing off and random while trying to process a new battle strategy. Her opponent was now elevated, which was unfortunate. Crowbars didn't make the most accurate projectiles.
If you can't beat them, join them, the Russo-German thought with a smirk. She hopped up into the nearest tree, careful to keep her balance in her heeled boots. She wasn't quite sure how this would work, but she was still optimistic.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 16, 2012 23:06:22 GMT -5
Karter grinned. He was probably a good deal better at the tree-jumping than the Ookami. After all, he had had lots of practice, as well as with jumping from roof to roof in the city. It was a lot easier than one would think, you just needed balance, quick reflexes, and lower body strength.
Talent with ducking, he decided as he dipped his head to avoid smacking it on a branch, was also necessary. Roofs were indeed easier.
For now though, he'd let Mikka come to him, then use his experience to his advantage.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 17, 2012 21:17:30 GMT -5
Okay. Mikka had to admit, this was new. Having grow up in either the open Tundra or the heart of urban Germany, she wasn't exactly used to hopping around in trees like some sort of deranged trees. But, again, she was adaptive; a fast learner. She scurried up through the branches in order to gain more altitude and then began to hop across the treetops. Her hair fanned out behind her like a sheet of snow, flowing and gathering around her shoulders with every landing.
Thankfully her choice of footwear wasn't posing too much of a problem. After the first few jumps she was already getting the hang of it, though the Russian knew she'd need to be careful. Karter was obviously more used to this than she was.
"I didn't know rabbits could climb," Mikka chirped, waving her crowbar playfully. She jumped into the next tree, now a good few feet above her opponent.
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