Iapitus and Hammil's Fight

I draw back for my second arrow. This has to be good or Hammil will get satisfaction. I launch my second arrow. Perfect. Almost splitting the first. I've never done that before. It'd be amazing to do that now. But then suddenly a trident goes whistling through the air and I jump, not expecting it. It nails the dummy and sends it rocking violently. For a second I wonder who did that before I see Hammil walking down to retrieve his flung weapon.

Then I feel it. The rage. Boiling up inside of me like water in a pot. How can he do this to me?! How can I let him?! Is it because he's smarter than me? Is it because he's better than me? No, we're equal, at least physically. I've never wrestled him though. I've never... I've never actually hurt him. Do I want to? Yes. Should I? That doesn't matter. I'm a Career! I'm trained to fight for myself and he's more than deserved it!

I snatch up my third arrow, knock it, pull back and aim as Hammil strolls so haughtily to get his weapon. You'll be sorry, is the last thought that goes through my head. Then I let it fly.

[Attacks Hammil with Bow]
[dice=200+4000]
[miss, 0.0][rand=68720666388981049979197164066136615415584295988125631236052140594]

As I let go of the string, Hammil turns to walk back, I can see a smirk on his face. But that quickly wipes away when my arrow flies past his now shocked face and sticks into the wall. Boy, is he lucky, I think to myself. As I get ready to make a remark about his face, suddenly the trident comes hurling at me. I dive out of the way, but not in time. The trident slices across my right bicep. I feel the sting as the three pronged spear soars across the room and I hit the floor. The wind is knocked out of me, but I quickly recover from that.

I jump up and lunge for the arrows once again. I'm able to grab one and I quickly knock it, not even taking any of the precautionary measures, I just quickly turn and shoot where I remember last seeing him. If was charging, I had no chance of hitting him if I was aiming. And after this arrow, I won't have a chance to shoot again. He'll be on me, I'm sure of it.

[Attacks Hammil with Bow]
[dice=200+4000]
[Shallow Cut On Back, 4.0][rand=4691872422117741779693199787289356351809343323138217363390140235]

As soon as the arrow leaves my bow I know it's not a shot that's going to do much. He's able to twist his body so that the arrow slices along his back. Still carrying some blood with it, but not enough to stop him from his next move. He's already on me, knocking my bow out of my hands, like I was actually going to use it again. Then he swings his fist at me with what I can see is all his might.

Hist fist lands on my collar bone, I can feel it bend under the pressure of his hit. My mouth opens in agony, but no sound comes out. He didn't break it, he just bruised it. I jump back before he can swing again. I do I quick glance to see if there's anything I can use. Nope. So I instead, lock eyes with Hammil and lunge.

[Attacks Hammil Unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Gash/Bruised Left Hand, 3.0][rand=60926516144536444935435501392931989446401596069337181933782994747]

After my kick hits his hand, he retaliates with a stomp on my foot. I can't believe it! He fights so ridiculously! Stomping on my foot. When we meet eyes I feel the rage bubble up inside of me again. I quickly break out of my trance and flail myself at Hammil with everything I've got!

[attacks Hammil unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Bruised Left Forearm, 2.0][rand=135316364234313374704230471979826716034117736853668031207614112645]

I'm able to land a punch on his forearm, but he's quicker than I thought. His fist collides with my jaw and suddenly I'm dazed. For a second I don't know what's happening and then suddenly pain more intense than anything rings out through my body. Mostly my face. All I can do is freak out, because my jaw won't move. Pain. Pain. Pain is all I can feel. Pain which makes me scream and tears start to well up. Then just for a split second my mind thinks of how Hammil did this. Then that split second thought turns into a realization. Then that realization turns into a feeling of ultimate vengeance. I glare at Hammil with all the hate I can muster under my pain, and attack again.

[Attacks Hammil unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Bruised Back, 2.5][rand=9058027311693877892727939877659174354281811974945805807572323829]

His fist hits my wrist. Hard enough where I feel a small amount of pain. But it's still mostly concentrated at my jaw. I can barely feel anything but rage and pain. I want Hammil to pay! If I could just get a good enough shot in! I can hear the other people in the training center yelling. I can't hear what they're yelling because all of the pain receptors are blotting out comprehension. But I can see vaguely other Careers gathering around to watch us fight. I think there are some shouts from instructors, but I don't know or care. All I care about is hurting Hammil.

[Attacks Hammil unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Block, 0.0][rand=723833398427814207082069059833884386908858083188536514990373980254]

All of a sudden he throws up his hands, blocking my punch! How dare he?! I didn't even remember about blocking! That's so annoying! How dare he defy my attempt to cause him pain! This boils the anger inside of me to a point where I can barely stand it. Then he lashes back out at me, but I'm on the ball, I block it too! I know that made him mad. I know it. I stole his moves. And while he's off balance, while my pain is still a push on my power, I strike again!

[Attacks Hammil unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
[Bruised Left Hand, 2.0][rand=848521667066961500323074846528470592902746773324919532713564112782]