Back to the roots (Artemis)

Brody's words come flying in my face together with a few angry droplets of spit because he's so worked up. All this aggrovation because of something that he actually did wrong starts to rub me the wrong way.

"How in the hell do you accidentally tell him?? Or weren't you there when I lied to my father's face about what I did for a living? Do I have to spoon-feed you every piece of information??"

Now he's referring to the damn interrogation I'm sure. One of the blackest days in my personal history. Standing up to a stringer fighter in the arena is one thing but being defenselessly thrown into an interrogation just to be whipped at the end with not a damn chance to fight back must have been my personal low point. I've never felt as helpless and mistreated in my whole life before that day.

From one second to the next I clench my jaw and stare back at him. With one swift movement I push his hands off my shirt and he once against tightens his fist around the white fabric.
"Let go!"
The words are just above a whisper but definetly very pronounced.

The way he talks to me and looks at me tells me he's urging for a fight. Maybe that would clear things between us.

"Do the words 'plausible deniability' mean anything to you?"
He growsl like a dagerous predator but despite his badge and background I'm not intimidated. maybe I'm too full of myself or a little thick.
"Not a damn thing! All i know is that your father deserves the truth." I give back.

"And in case you forgot this little tidbit too, interrogators are not well-looked upon whether you've been on the wrong side of one or not."
Another reference to me being a convincted fellon while he's the squeaky clean pk.
"Get off that high pedalstool of yours and say what the hell you gotta say, Brody..."

I cock my head to the side cracking my knuckles.
"Are you wearing a badge today?"
We both know what that's supposed to mean. Nobody, not even me will mess with the owner of a badge.

I'm itching to throw my fist into that hard looking face of his no matter if it's a good idea today or not. My ideas are never very good.

Brody calls mean idiot and throws in a few fucks. Nice. I can appreciate a few nice words that I would choose as well.

What I like even better is that he actually take his badge off his belt and puts it away in his back pocket, which must mean that I won't get charged if I throw a much desired punch in his visage. I can't wait. My fingers are twitching as I ball my hands into fists with gritted teeth. Yet I hold back waiting for him to throw the first punch. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can't forget what happens to people who assault peace keepers and that we've been on opposite sides of an interroagtion table before.

I don't have to wait long as his hands connect hard with my collar bone in an attempt to knock me against the wallbehind me. Since my back isn't completely healed up yet I do my best to avoid the collision and twist my shoulder the side to take the impact.

Now that the gloves are off and we're both have the same idea I get on the balls of my feet to move around him. Seems like we both feel the need to settle our differences with a fight.

Knowing that my back is still sore I opt for using my feet first, so I kick towards him without much faking to cover anything.

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5119 -- Bruised Left Knee -- 2.5 damage
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You might call me sick because I find this fun. As aggrovated as I am and a little insulted I'd still call Brody my friend. So a fight with no rules, fancy techniques or regulations is fun to me.

The kick he delivers against my knee resulting in an ugly snapping not so much. It actually hurts. probably no more or less than my kick against his knee but enough to make me favor the other leg until the pain subsides.
I hobble out of reaching distance to regain a better position before I start to fight back.
I swing at him hard but Brody is no beginner and blocks my fist.
"Bastard!" I growl at him.

"C'mon, you must have a little more up that sleeve of yours, sir!" I mock him trying to provoke a little sloppiness.
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If I wasn't fighting him I would admire Brody's cat like reflexes. He's so quick to punch my fist that I can't pull it back in time. Sharp pain shoots into my wrist when his knuckles connect with my bones. With a grimace I start shaking it to rid myself of the pain and keep using it.

The way he's got the upper hand in our fight is starting to piss me off. M eyes never leave him as I open and close it a few times. Of course he throws in a few names like assholewhen he tells me not to call him sir.

I have a nasty remark on the tip ofmy tongue about bootcampwith him but it would be just to jank his chain. Instead I opt for another attack to even out the score.

"Boot camp's not for me anyway." As we both know. I have my reasons but he still seems upset about it.

My knee hurst so I limp around him and then attack without much further ado.
I fake a punch and when his hand once again shoots up to block I grab his wrist and twist his hand by more than 180 degrees until it's past the point of resistance. It might hurt mine but certainly his, too judging by the popping sound.

"Now we're even." I snarl.

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5122 -- Gash/Bruised Left Hand -- 3 damage200+5000

Finally the fight becomes more even as Brody takes a hit and starts showing some signs of pain. In fact he gets thrown out of his usual fight rhythm enough to miss my leg by an inch when he kicks like a mule. It gives me satisfaction to feel the master miss. I know he's not unfailable but he's a tough opponent and I'm aware he's not giving this fight his all.Neither am I. It's more of a pissing contest than anything. Neither of us are out for blood. All we want is to clear the air. Maybe find out who's got the upper hand.

"Son of a bitch--!" he swears at me, which just provokes a nasty laugh from me. "That's right." my mother is exactly what he said. No insult in that-on the contrary.

"Let's see what daddy tought you, Brody." I'm aware that his skills have been precisely trained by his father and that he is a very dangerous opponent, if he wants to be. So am I.

I push him forward with both of my hands on his shoulders and spin him around to face him again. Then I wave my right hand at him to let him know I'm awaiting his attack.

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5070 -- Knocked Backwards -- 0.5 damage
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my damage 8.5

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I meant to taunt him, rile him up a little but judging by the cold, hateful look on Brody's face the reminder of his dad wasn't appreciated.
I can see him come towards w´me with measure, fast steps as he hauls off. I try to duck away from his punch but catch it with my collar bone just beside my right shoulder for the second time.
The pain shooting straight towards my neck and down to my elbow almost paralizes me for moment. Unwillingly I flinch away and groan holding my right arm with my left. It hurt the first time but the second time makes me want to howl.

Needless to say it the bit of anger I felt before becomes fuelled by this and soon becomes a huge mess that I can't control very easily.
Somewhere between rubbing and rolling my very sore right side and looking in his self righteous face I loose it.

"Heck,yeah." I lower my head and charge for him like a mad bull.
Unfortunately my right arm is so unccoperative now that I miss Brody's face by an inch and only ram my left shoulder into him by chance. My temper makes me fight too uncontrolled.
Damn, suddenly he's got the upper hand because he landed one good hit. I can't let him do that. After all i fought tougher guys with more at stake. 'Bite back the pain and get a grip on yourself.' I tell myself.

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I feel a little like a bull in a porcelain store with Brody being the precious vase. Only that this vase doesn't break but is rather sturdy and pushes me back in a violent fashion.
I hate when people do that. That goes for Brody, too.

Aggrovated I heave in a breath and mimick his actions by raising my fists, too. My right shoulder hurts enough to make it a problem to get my fist all the way up. I'll block his attacks but it'll be uncomfortable.
On top of that my knee is too sore to put my full weight on it but as long as we're fighting these kind of things go to the very back of my mind because my focus is on stomping the older but slightly shorter man in front of me into the ground.

"Tell me when you've got enough." I mock him even though he's the one who landed more hits on me. I'm not one to give up though. He'll have to knock me out if he wants me to give in. I'm pretty sure the same goes for him. Brody's got a high pain treshold but I know he'll get really pissed off under enough pressure. That's what I'm going for.
Maybe I can place another hit in his kidneys.
No, I have a better idea. He went for my collar bone twice so I'm going to do the same thing.

I come in sweeping my foot at his a little sloppy, faking an attack and when he evades it I throw myself at him to tackle him to the ground. He's a tough guy to get down. Of course Brody resists and digs his heels into the ground, which almost makes me loose my balance.
With my arms wrapped around him I can only do two things if he won't fall: Headbutt him or grab his right wrista again that's just underneath mine now. So I do. With my right hand I twist his thumb back until his hand moves enough for me to wrap my fingers around it. In one quick motion I yank his thumb back and then the whole hand follows until his wrist is twisted in such an awkward way that he has to give in with his full arm and upper body if he doesn't want it to snap, which finally enables me to get him on the ground in a pretty awkward position.
Hope he likes dirt as last nights rain left the ground slightly wet and muddy.


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5162 -- Gash/Bruised Left Wrist -- 3.0 damage
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My damage 11200+5000