You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet. [Cato]
Feb 10, 2015 12:44:52 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Feb 10, 2015 12:44:52 GMT -5
Marchello Donner
"I didn't care - I'd finally f o u g h t b a c k."
We were training, or attempting. I didn't exactly know where Lexi was, but I was punching a sack of stuffing while a guy lazed in the corner, not paying attention to me. Typical. I didn't quite know if this was because I was good enough that he felt he could leave me to it, or whether he thought I wasn't worth the effort. As much as I would have loved the first to be true, I had the gut feeling that it was actually the second. Damn the guy, maybe I should punch him instead - it would make him pay attention to me for sure.
I had developed almost a rhythm and so I broke it, taking a side swipe when I had gone for the uppercut last time. There was a stir of movement from the corner but if he thought he could ignore me then I could ignore him. I heard footsteps, coming from over my shoulder, but once again I ignored anyone else who might be near. The bag was swinging from my blows, even if it was just barely, and I was getting a little bored of punching something that didn't look even remotely human. There were some dummies off to the side and I gave the bag one last punch to send it rocking before moving over to them. I could have sworn the guy in the corner had perked up a bit as I did so.
This was more what I had been thinking of when they said practice targets, but when I had seen the punching bad a spear of uncertainty had jabbed me and so I had given in to it. The bag continued to rock slightly, the movement growing fainter by the second. I wasn't all that strong, that was plain, but if I could punch someone where it counted then it would still do me well enough. The poor sucker who was going to get a fist in his face stood in front of me silently. Fear me. It wasn't a request, it was a demand, but I wasn't expecting anything to happen. Nothing did. Typical.
I swung at the thing as it grinned at me, mocking me. My fist connected on the side of its jaw and while I didn't hear a crack I could tell that it wasn't sitting quite right. I struck out and hit the thing square in the teeth, sending it leaning backwards until I was sure it was going to fall. The guy in the corner glanced at me, half considering me. I turned to stare him down, narrowing my eyes and trying to set myself in a stance to imply a dare.
Then I got hit in the face.
I whirled to look at what it was, tasting blood in my mouth, and felt the bottom of my stomach drop out like it always does when you're embarrassed. I had been smacked in the face by the dummy I had thought I had just knocked over. Not only that, but there was a small spot of blood right on its lips. Fuck. That was gonna look weird. It had been a head bash, but the thing had practically kissed me. I brought a hand to my lip and scowled at the blood on my fingers.
Great.
OOC Notes
Look me in the eye, You know damn well
What I've been trying to tell you
That I won't back down
