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Post by bobbyd on Apr 28, 2012 11:30:26 GMT -5
She just grunts and struggles in the head lock. Slashing around with her arm. As she continues, he rage builds more and more. Becoming less intelligible and more primal. Grunting and practically roaring as the crowd watched, awe struck and not expecting this at all. After a moment she remembered. Her foot claws. She brought up one foot and popped out a claw, slamming it into his foot.
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Post by tc2011 on May 5, 2012 14:08:46 GMT -5
He growls at her and steps back the wound closing quickly, "Alright now I'm pissed" he pops his bottom claws with have been forged with the Murmassa blade and slashes at her chest, growling heavily, this rage had gotten him in trouble and he starts to release a calming chemical. This girl had alot of killing him potential, and he wasn't a fan of that.
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Post by bobbyd on May 7, 2012 14:41:13 GMT -5
She stood back from the slash to the chest, having not cut to deep. Even though her healing factor was slowed, she barely noticed the pain, having been put through far worse. She began to breath slower, the calming agent beginning to take affect.
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Post by tc2011 on May 7, 2012 15:04:50 GMT -5
"Alright you... calm down, I'd rather not get turned into puppy chow" he keeps in a defensive pose, "Do you have any idea what... who you are?"
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Post by bobbyd on May 9, 2012 22:54:57 GMT -5
"A weapon." she said simply, calming down and rubbing her temple as she sheathed her claws. Her senses were starting to come back slowly.
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Post by tc2011 on May 10, 2012 13:09:01 GMT -5
"Welcome to the club" the crowed starts to boo at the lack of fight, "C'mon, we're not really welcome unless we're trying to kill each other" Damian was an asshole and murderous and cruel, but, he had his fathers heart, beneath the black, he had virtue, virtue toward family, as long as he had no quarrel, he wouldn't kill. "So, lets snatch our pay and bolt" he smiles and winks, jumping up to stand on the edge of the cage. "Unless you're afraid of a bunch of rednecks"
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Post by bobbyd on May 14, 2012 19:25:20 GMT -5
She nodded and calmed down a little, as she sensed no aggression toward her for now. She stretched a little before walking with him, not caring what the crowd that. She'd have to go to the fight promoter for her pay and seeing as how she was not only reigning champ, but never even coming close to being defeated, until now, she was sure he wouldn't try to object.
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Post by Deimos Masque on May 15, 2012 14:34:51 GMT -5
The announcer for the fight club said, "Alright everyone! For our next match we have a special for you! We haven't seen him here in a while, but he's back after a three year absence, willing to take on all comers. 'THE WOLVERINE' PATCH MALONE!"
Logan or rather Patch Malone walked into the center of the ring. Shirtless and a patch over one of his eyes. He's wearing a new formula he developed to alter his scent just enough for it not to be recognized by Daken.
He stands over in one of the corners and chomps on his cigar, waiting for his first challenger. He gets his wish rather quickly as one eager fighter jumps right in the ring. Patch just smiles, and counters his opening moves, still holding the cigar in his hand as he does.
Looking for the right opening he punches the guy straight on, cracking his nose and half his face on the adamantium loaded fist. The other combatant drops instantly.
The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos. Cheers for Malone's return, boos that his first match lasted all of ten seconds without him even dropping his cigar.
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Post by tc2011 on May 16, 2012 16:54:20 GMT -5
Daken sniffs the air, "You... Weapon, answers are in the building..." He flashes and smiles and saunters over to "Patches'" corner, "The Wolverine, you're just a legend around her aren't you?" His words drip with sarcasm. "You should just see the champ now a days, girl, meta-mutant, claws" He picks his teeth leaning against the cage.
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Post by Deimos Masque on May 18, 2012 21:34:49 GMT -5
Patch takes a puff from his cigar, perfectly playing up that he has no idea who Daken is. He drops down into a sitting position on his corner and blows the smoke in Daken's face, "I don't care if she's a flaming alien, she think's she's good enough, she can stand up and show it."
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Post by tc2011 on May 20, 2012 3:05:36 GMT -5
"Wish you had the stones to go toe to toe with me old man" Daken inhaled the smoke and blew it out of his nose, "Maybe later the old pro can spare a few moments for chat?"
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Post by bobbyd on May 20, 2012 13:29:59 GMT -5
Laura waited a little ways away. Listening to the two. Clearly they knew one another and both were similar to her, which peeked her interest. Perhaps they knew something about her past or were part of the same program. They didn't seem to want to capture her, so she had no reason to run.
She allowed the two to chew the fat, listening for anything important.
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Post by Deimos Masque on May 27, 2012 0:01:48 GMT -5
Patch Malone just looked at Daken, his eyes showed no signs of recognizing him at all. His voice was a full octave lower than Logan's and he even seemed to be favoring his left side as if a learned behavior from years of only having one eye, "I've got no idea what you're talking about kid. But if you want to step into the ring, you're more than welcome to. You want to send the little frail in, that'd suit me just fine too."
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Post by tc2011 on May 29, 2012 13:32:50 GMT -5
"I'd rather not" Daken waves the young girl over, "You, nameless, c'mere" He smiles lightly, "Fight ole Patches, he is a champ"
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Post by bobbyd on May 29, 2012 22:54:07 GMT -5
Laura stepped over, keeping an expressionless look as she approached. She looked over "Patch" and noticed he had a similar way of carrying himself to the other one. Though he seemed far less cocky and more experienced.
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