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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 17, 2012 21:40:47 GMT -5
Karter glanced up at his opponent through the branches of the trees and frowned. So she had a good idea of basic tactics, not that he could have expected much else, but he had hoped her larger size would hinder her in this case. "Didn't know these trees could support your weight, she-hulk." He sang back, hopping to another tree and another and another, slowly gaining height until he was on Mikka's level. He was pretty sure he weighed less, so that meant he could theoretically go up higher, but not much...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 17, 2012 21:46:54 GMT -5
For once, Mikka was not amused. In fact, she looked a little pissed. It was never a good idea to mention a lady's weight, especially if she was mentally unstable.
"Ublyudok," the blonde grumbled, carelessly throwing a decently sized branch at him. She dropped from her perch and landed in front of Karter, not hesitating for even a millisecond before she swung the crowbar at his face.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 17, 2012 21:57:29 GMT -5
It was a damn good thing Karter had fast reflexes. The branch scraped his cheek as it passed and were it not for him hopping off his branch and swinging from it to another tree, the crowbar would have taken his and Theo's head off.
"I'm not sure what that means, but I DO believe I've offended you... or made you horrendously happy..." He wasn't too interested in leaving the raging woman alone. He preferred to poke things with sticks, and she was VERY poke-able right now.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 17, 2012 22:02:35 GMT -5
"YA ub'yu tebya!" She wasn't even bothering with English at this point. The language was pretty much useless when she was mad. She jumped after Karter, trying to slam the metal bar on top of him as she landed.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 17, 2012 22:13:47 GMT -5
The teen laughed and whipped around the tree, smashing his foot into her back yet again before launching off to yet another tree. He gained a few more scratches from the whipping branches, but it was worth it. Maybe with luck she'd topple out of the tree!
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 17, 2012 22:28:41 GMT -5
Mikka's back slammed into the thick trunk of the tree, sending a violent jolt straight down into her fingertips. Thankfully she had good enough reflexes to fling her arms out behind her and hold the rough bark to keep her in place. She glared at Karter while trying to regain her balance, throwing another few branches in his direction as soon as she was upright, screamin curses (in both Russian and German) all the while.
The Ookami scurried higher into the branches, ignoring the leaves that stuck to her long hair as she climbed. Once again she chased her opponent through the treetops, jumping down next to him and once again trying to behead him with the crowbar.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 17, 2012 23:04:47 GMT -5
Karter's laughter was echoing through the forest. Gosh this was fun~! He felt like he was flying, and he could feel the trees vibrating and hear the sharp sound of the crowbar hitting the wood and he felt ALIVE! Looking back, he would eventually realize that this was eerily similar to a young boy picking on a girl he likes simply for not knowing how else to express the crush. This idea would promptly be crumpled up and thrown in a dumpster, but he wouldn't realize it for awhile yet.
In the meantime he just attempted to land and dodge and keep that feeling of LIFE inside.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 17, 2012 23:14:23 GMT -5
God, what was wrong with her? Why couldn't she land one measly swing to break this guy's nose? Normally she could have killed her opponent bythis point. Of course in the long run that made it more entertaining, but it was still frustrating. It had become apparent a this point that, at best, this match would end in a draw.
Trying a new tactic, Mikka jumped to the lower branches, focusing instead on taking out her opponent's legs from underneath him. "Try not to slip, little Krolik," the blonde sang as she swiped at him from below.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 17, 2012 23:30:35 GMT -5
Karter yelped as he felt metal hit his legs, swiping them out from underneath him. A branch hit his back and cracked, and he was suddenly aware that he was going to hit Mikka, and they were going to fall ten feet to the forest floor...
Well, at least she'd be hitting first.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 17, 2012 23:38:38 GMT -5
Mikka wasn't even aware that she was falling until her side slammed into the dirty forest floor. Pain radiated outward from the point of impact, reaching all the way into her toes and fingertips. She didn't so much as groan, although the fall really had hurt. This place really needed more snow to cushion the ground with.
The blonde rolled over onto her back. The breath had been knocked clean out of her lungs and it would take a second to recover. Not long at all, but in a fight even milliseconds counted.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 17, 2012 23:57:20 GMT -5
Karter crashed on top of Mikka's back, smacking his head on the dirt and wincing. Better than asphalt, worse than pillows. Theo was going to have one hell of a headache to deal with, but right now, breath was good. He needed air. The awkward position was keeping him from breathing properly and he rolled off of Mikka.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 18, 2012 16:28:08 GMT -5
Within the second or so Mikka thought she was alright, Karter managed to send all the air flying out of her lungs once again. This time she did manage the smallest of sounds, moaning in protest with her aching ribs.
"And you poked fun at my weight," the girl grumbled, snaking her arm out to snatch up the crowbar from where it had fallen at her side.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 18, 2012 18:21:02 GMT -5
"Doesn't mean..." He coughed, the new air tickling his throat. "That you had to blow up over it... Jesus." He got to his knees and then rose to his feet, still rather dizzy from the knock to his head. So THAT was why most people didn't usually climb trees and jump from roofs? He couldn't really blame them, that had really hurt. A lot. He could generally catch himself if he slipped but this had been different. There had been a crowbar...
He made a note to chuck that thing into the ocean if he ever got the opportunity... and whenever his limbs stopped feeling so disjointed...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 18, 2012 18:32:43 GMT -5
"It wasn't just that, you seem to piss me off in general." The moment Karter's weight was no longer holding her down Mikka bolted upright, sitting up with both hands clenched on the the crowbar. She held it in front of her face defensively, but made no other moves. Her head was spinning from the fall and it was making it difficult to focus. Still, she was going to be on her guard. It was impossible for Mikka not to be at least a little at all times.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 18, 2012 19:44:19 GMT -5
Karter blinked at her, eyes glazed over a little. He didn't appear to process her question. "Why're there two 'a ya..?" He asked, speech slurring just a bit... He probably had a concussion. Brilliant.
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