Wrong Place, Wrong Time [Ems]

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S C O P E O 'L E A R Y
Z i n g L e e r

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Says, Thinks

I didn't expect him to scramble up so fast, but he managed even with a sore back. Eyeing him, knowing this wasn't over yet - not by far - I waited for his next blow. Instead, ironically after he said I talked too much, he started rambling wildly about something that didn't make much sense. "I up, and you go down now! I take you down with a finger. You see? HAHAHAHA." If he wasn't obviously drunk, and wasn't in obvious pain from his broken rib, I might have thought him deranged. As it was, he seemed more like a madman than anything - except maybe a crazy toddler. "Zeer Ling must pay now." He even sounded like a crazy toddler. Someone remind me of this next time I think about drinking. I just shook my head at him, trying to puzzle it out.

I took too long thinking and left too little time to reacting, and I got a fist in the eye for it. It had been what I was secretly hoping for, in truth, but it startled me nonetheless. That would be a shiner tomorrow. I sighed as I realized that my family would make a fuss over me fighting again, the whole prospect boring me already. Right now, though, I was better off focusing on knocking this toss pot out.

[Attacks with fist]
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Black Eye -- 3 damage

I gave him a matching black eye, driving my fist into his eye socket, wondering if it might at least knock him off of his feet. Of course, that hadn't proved fruitful last time because he seemed to have a spring for a tail or something. "Well then Tigger, now you really have black marks around your eyes."

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Says, Thinks

This is taking a long time, too long, and I am so close to just launching a quick round of attacks at him. I keep myself to my darting blows, barely, and feint to his right. His wobbling doesn't change and I'm not even sure he can see me clearly. Who am I kidding, I don't think he can see anything clearly. It was a miracle he hadn't punched himself at this rate. "You need to go home." I let out a full, startled laugh at that. The sheer stupidity of it catching me off guard and I nearly choke on my own mirth. As I catch my breath I feel him land a blow on my back that could have been from nothing more than his flailing movements. I'm still laughing as I turn to face him again. "I need to go home?" My laugh can't be held back and I laugh again, hard. "Take a look at yourself. You're dead drunk, it's a wonder you're still on your feet."

A gleam enters my eye then and I move forward. "Of course that won't be for long."

[Attacks with fist]
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Bruised Left Thigh -- 2.5 damage

My fist dives down under whatever guard he tries to muster and plants itself in the front of his thigh. I step back, clenching my fist and cursing. If I was going to beat him them I'm gonna have to start actually hitting him. This child's play of a fight is getting old.

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Says, Thinks

It's gotten to the point where I feel stuck in a loop, not as in having a problem but continually experiencing the same thing over and over again. As much as I like to fight, I also like to win. Most of all I like to see progress. Even the bruises now forming on the two of us isn't enough to demonstrate progress. Hell, he's even saying the same things over again. "You a coward hiding behind many faces. Show yourself. Fight like a man, not a little girl. Come on, fight, bring it on. Hit me and I'll hit you. Let's play." I sighed, clenching and unclenching my fist as I tried to figure out the best way to shut him up.

Then he's toppled to the ground and once again smacked my leg and I almost groan at the rerun that's playing before my eyes. Still, I play into the trap and kick him just as I had before.

[Attacks with foot]
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Block -- 0.0 damage

I don't know how he does it but he manages to block my foot. It's infuriating and I am so close to snapping and losing my control. Maybe I should, because every ounce of effort I've put into staying calm doesn't seem to be doing a damn thing.

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Says, Thinks

Once again, as before, he is up and on his feet much quicker than I had thought. My eye is already starting to swell and it's beginning to make seeing out of it harder. I still manage, though, but not well enough. His palm smashes into my nose and I hear the crack more than I feel it. Then the blood starts to slide down my face into my mouth. I spit the red liquid from my lips and gently wipe away the worst of the flow. It doesn't slow, though, and soon more blood drips down my face and spills down my neck and onto my shirt. The only good thing is that I wore an old shirt today, so if I chuck it my mother wouldn't pay too much heed. Hiding the broken nose was a different matter.

"I break your face because you broke my rib. Your face be broke." I looked at him, this toss pot that somehow seems to be avoiding most of my blows in ways I'm not even sure he knows. The drunk was really beginning to infuriate me and I was so tempted to just let myself go at him. He really needed to be pummelled, especially after the broken rib didn't seem to get the message to him. "It's just my nose, moron." My muttering has a dark tone to it and I'm seriously about to knock this idiot flat. With the hand that isn't holding my nose I throw another punch.

[Attacks with fist]
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Block -- 0.0 damage

The pain in my nose and my imbalanced posture must have thrown off my punch, but this whole thing was getting to the point of ridiculousness. How was I being beaten by a drunk?

_{(Reroll because ludicrous bad luck)}
[Attacks with fist]
unarmed
Broken Right Foot -- 6.5 damage

My fist may have missed him, but as I fumed I stomped down with one foot, catching his right one under my heel as a crack resounded. It looks like I've broken another bone - or perhaps several, since there are so many small ones there. "You feeling that, you drunk?"

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