Beat it (Grim)

Every fibre and nerve left of my neck is screaming at me with mind numbing shrill shrieks. The way she hit me was brutal to say the least and got me in a very sensitive spot that’s neither protected by much clothing nor muscle or fat. My left arm has become totally useless because every time I try to grip my staff I simply can’t get a good grip.

Somehow I work through the worst pain until my adrenalin dulls it a little. No later is the red head coming in for another attack. With my right I raise the staff and block it, almost a little too easily. Maybe she does finally feel the need to play a little fairer.

For a brief moment my eyes are fixed on her pretty, stern features when our eyes connect-why does she look at me that way?

I don’t care but I know one thing for sure. There will be pay back and it will be equally harsh. The one feeling that's stronger than the pain and adrenalin rush is anger.
I drop the staff onto the ground because it has become useless and ball my right hand into a fist, haul off and attack her with as much force as I can right now.
Even my anger doesn't provide enough energy to overcome the pain that seems to be consuming my body and my fist bounces off her arm, glides away to the side without doing any damage whatsoever. Maybe I shouldn't have taken on a girl like her while I was still recovering. Maybe I should have had a better look who I'm stepping into the ring with.

"You're so done. I'm not going to let you get away like this. Retaliation is a bitch...just like you."
If my fists can't sting, maybe my words can.


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My damage 16200+7000

My anger makes her crack. Not because I've trhown such a great punch or fought so well, no. She blocks my attack easily but my words don't fail their purpose. Who would have thought that a few nasty words would make her look like this. I can practically see tears welling up in her eyes and her face turn red.
It's almost amusing. The girl, who just beat the shit out of me with such force that it made me want to scream, is now very upset because of a few choice words. I don't think I've ever seen that before. Most careers have very thick skin.
"Fuck you." She growls and throws her staff at me. Since I have no weapon anymore I bring up my arm and block it with the splint that's still wrapped around my right wrist...curtesy of my last opponent. It serves as a shield, so I easily block the sloopy hit.

The monster, who has fought like a wild dragon has now a very human side to it, a very vulnerable one.

She's so aggrovated that I suddenly see land in a fight that I thought I'm loosing and was ready to throw the white flag due to the massive pain in my jaw and collar bone. Now I reconsider and strike again.
"You don't like bing called by your name?" I mock her.
When she turns for a brief second to wipe at a stray tear I do what I do best: I fight like an unfair asshole and hammer my splinted fist into her back. It does sent a jolt of pain up my own arm but it's worth it.


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7179 -- Bruised Back -- 2.5 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)

my damage 16200+7000

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7085 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)

My damage 18200+7000

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7042 -- Bruised Left Collar Bone -- 2.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)
My damage 18200+7000

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7117 -- Broken Left Wrist -- 6.5 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)
200+7000

It's almost laughable how this fierce warrior chick has turned into a sobbing mess. She's pissed I can tell. An if emotions get out of hand you're not in control anymore, which was exactly my intention. No remorse for making her weep. She brought that upon herself.
"You are a pathetic asshole". Her voice breaks at those words.

"I've heard that before." I raise my brows with a smile finally getting some satisfaction in this fight.
Of course she retaliates by hitting my former dislocated wrist as quick as lightning. A jolt of pain flares up, not because of the severity of thehit but because she's most likely sipped some of the healing ligaments again.
In a heartbeat I pull it back against my body but her attacks keep coming. Two I can block but then I've had enough and start dishing out attacks again.
My first swing misses because she ducks but in the same motion I wrap my strong arms around her top spinning her around in the process with way too much pressure on her collarbone- pay back'sa bitch, as I said.

I could snap her neck holding her from behind like this. I feel her body press against mine in an attempt to get away. She's like a wild cat, a red one.
For a moment I brush away her hair from her neck with my free hand. A wave of shampoo smell hits my nose-much more prominent than the one Ky uses. It#s like roses or something...but it works to tease this kitty. "Roses?"

Her neck is so small under my hands. I could really break it.
I'm not a killer and this is a spar, I have to remind myself not too go to far. Latey these lines have been blurred...who knows what I could become?

Disgusted with the thought I push her away from me, tripping her to the ground so I can finish her off despite my limp left side.
She takes a hard fall off the matt onto the gym floor in a very awkward way. Even though she tries to get her right hand underneath her to break her fall this must really hurt since she lands on nothing to soften her fall as her scream gives away

My knee falls onto her back to pin her down. Maybe I can win this damn fight.

my damage 18