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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 3:38:57 GMT -5
"damn, hate it when he's right." Nytro jumped and let himself get carried away on the forehead of Taurus, but just between the horns. he then threw a bomb to try and destory most of the projectile.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 3:39:53 GMT -5
Spinnett hissed and vaulted a few patrons, snagging teh stone with her webbing and yanking off course into an empty section. Fight was over...and the bull didn't care...
There had to be a rule somewhere about berserkers in the ring...
She once more crouched on the railing, deciding how best to take out the bull...or calm him...
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 25, 2004 3:45:24 GMT -5
When the man leapt onto him he was ready. Not slowing any he pitched forward, driving his head and its occupant to the ground and then going into a roll.
This placed him on his back but also ontop of the man, rolling over to his knees he clamped one heavy hand onto the mans chest, glaring down at him, chest heaving and mouth flecked with foam.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 3:49:46 GMT -5
Spineet sighed and dropped into the ring. First...get his attention...
She kneeled right above Nytro's head, and rigt in front of Tauros's face, then blew gently in his nostrils.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 4:10:46 GMT -5
"I hope Graft doesnt hear about this," he said to spinnet.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 4:14:13 GMT -5
"Graft is in the seats" she said, quietly and calmly, making no sudden moves. "He no doubt is ignoring his job to watch"
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 25, 2004 7:05:25 GMT -5
"Watch? Hey...fight's over, he's still fighting. Means I get to use this." Graft pointed out from behind, before suddenly leaping into the ring from quite far away. His muscles seemed to ripple with energy, his halberd perfectly held and balanced in his hands as he landed...and slammed the blade into the beast's back, stabbing him before he leapt away.
"Would've rather used it on you, though."
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 25, 2004 13:27:32 GMT -5
Taurus's gaze left the man to stare at the strange woman, blinking stunned. He turned his head sideways, curious and perplexed then roared in pain as a blade was driven into his back. Twisting away from the blow he caught movement off to his side and with a sweeping motion cast the man he held at his new attacker. Bringing his other arm to bear he batted the woman away, bellowing at her in rage.
He straightened up and stumbled backwards a few steps, blood running down his back from the wound. Eyeing his opponents he moved forward towards the two tangled together after thier impact.
*****
Diesel stood up quickly from his seat. Up until now his face had remained steady, watching the fight impassively but inwardly enjoying it. He had picked up a great asset, strength and endurance, the makings of a great brawler. True the beast didn't seem to have much in intelligence, but that would make it easier to break him. Once that was accomplished he could be properly trained. But now he was in danger of losing his new attraction as several D's leapt into the ring.
Turning to several men behind him he barked, "Get them out of there before they kill him! Bring him back in, alive!" The men nodded and quickly left. Diesel turned to his assistant who was watching the scene with some unease.
"Sir? What about the match? And the syndicate's fighter?"
Diesel clenched his fist and thought a moment before calmly replying, "The match is over. Let the crowd know Nytro's been ruled the victor in this, all bets are to be paid. Tell the Syndicate all damages to thier ring, and post match injuries to thier D will be paid for. My appologies." The man nodded and hurried off to deliver the message.
Soon after the announcement was made to the arena that the match had ended and Nytro claimed yet another victory and matches would resume in an hour. In the arena itself the men who had brought Taurus rushed back in, this time armed with rifles and electric clubs. They circled the scene and one shouted to the other D's. "Stand down and back off, we have the situation now. Return to your owners."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 25, 2004 13:39:07 GMT -5
Spinnett stood up clutching her side and hissing "Graft...I'm going to kill you" she spat "Do you ever just think before acting?!"
She eyed the armed men warily, then nodded to Nytro "Rulings on guns and restraints and such?"
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 25, 2004 17:24:04 GMT -5
"Never." Graft replied cockily, shoving Nytro off him as the beast approached and leaping from the ring at the order, grinning happily. He'd wanted to use that all day. As he landed on the floor, the odd energy in him seemed to fade away, and he strode back towards the crowd, blood running down the blade. He called back, somehow overjoyed and relaxed, "Kill me? You're welcome to try...And, if I'm lucky, maybe you will!" Then he started towards his owner, certain he was going to get quite a reprimand for leaping in at such an inoppurtune time.
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 25, 2004 17:54:05 GMT -5
Clarissa sighed with relief, then turned and walked back up to her father.
"Well," Sanch said, "looks like you're going to have to make that sacrifice after all. I hope you do't mind, angel."
"No, daddy," she said, sitting down. "Anything for you..."
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 25, 2004 17:55:51 GMT -5
Taurus stopped in his tracks at the man's voice. He watched the one with the blade leap away then turned to look at those with the guns.
"He's our D so its our decision as to what to do with him. But, relax..." The man pulled his gun up and fired. A thick dart shot out and stabbed into Taurus's chest, "We're not using bullets."
Taurus bellowed in rage and pounded forward, only to be struck from in the back by several more darts. The men encircling him fired off thier shots and soon there was a dozen needles hanging off of Taurus's hide. The bull staggered, shook his head trying to clear it and began to teeter. Looking at the two other D's still present he let out a low moan and then in one last effort he sprang for the wall of the arena.
Leaping up he caught its lip but couldn't pull up. He fell back and landed in the dirt, head rolling around and looking at the group that approached. He couldn't muster anymore energy to fight back as the restraints were placed back on and just before he passed out several clubs struck him, sending him into unconciousness in pain.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 20:08:36 GMT -5
" section eight," said Nytro. " 'a D is property of its owner. outside of a match he may do with the D as he pleases as long as it does not involve using the D for any purpose other than a Brawler.' they can do as the like. the match is over. he dusted off his pants and then rememebered his deal with Sanch. he walked over looking at Clarissa. "Ms. Sanch, Would you go to Dinner with me?" he asked.
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 25, 2004 20:14:34 GMT -5
Clarissa looked to her dad. He sighed. "I guess we did have a deal, you may take her."
Clarissa stood, sighing inwardly that he forgot the chaperone.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 25, 2004 20:17:55 GMT -5
"wait," Nytro said. "She isnt a prize or a D, or a whore. Clarissa? Would you like to go out with me?
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