Forsaken
Wanderer
Like Montagues and Capulets, for us child the stars refuse to shine.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 21, 2009 22:29:29 GMT -5
Without expression (unless you count the vague, distant look in her eyes), Asila leaps after her. Landing as lightly as a cat, she springs for the rebel, dropping to all fours and sliding forward on her knees when she reaches the machine the rebel had only just dived beneath. With the claws on her hand extended, she makes a rapid grab for the other girl...
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 22:36:32 GMT -5
Rena rolls, and the feline claws only slice into her hip, ripping cleanly through the layers of fabric to scratch through her skin. But as she rolls, Rena pulls hard on the two latches that release the temporary legs of the heavy machine, sending the bulk of it crashing to the ground over the Forsaken's arm.
The tilt of the now lopsided machine leaves enough room for her to lay flat on the ground, safe for the time being, but trapped against the wall and the metal.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 22:55:47 GMT -5
Fortunately for the team Nightwatch, Reece had stayed back to watch the proceeding cat-fight (pun intended), silently getting just the slightest lecherous joy from watching to chicks duke it out. He watches from his lofty perch (the catwalk), chuckling to himself. However, now that Asila's arm has been trapped beneath the machine, he casually leaps down from the catwalk, and rather than jumping to the floor, he bounds onto the top of the machines, until he can jump down to that small secluded area that Karina managed to trap herself in.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 23:01:41 GMT -5
Rena is glaring out at him, eye glowly maliciously in the faint light. One of her hands is equally trapped, wedged beneath the metal, but with her free hand, she wrenches a handful of small metal pieces, mostly nails and tacks, from the bag and flings them into his face.
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Forsaken
Wanderer
Like Montagues and Capulets, for us child the stars refuse to shine.
Posts: 248
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 21, 2009 23:16:12 GMT -5
Too late, Asila tried to pull back. Unfortunately for her, however, her momentum was working against her, carrying her forward even as she tried to pull back. She was able to keep her head clear of the machine, but her arm was smashed beneath it. She sucked her breath in through her teeth in a long, viscous hiss as the pain washed her vision white and her arm seemed to burn, instinctively trying to push the machine off of her arm, but it wasn't going anywhere. There wasn't anywhere for it to go, for one. Nearly her entire arm was now pinched beneath the machine and the floor, making it impossible for her to get any leverage, for two. And, even without these first two problems acting against her, she simply wasn't strong enough to lift such a large, heavy machine.
What she was able to do was intensify the already blinding pain in her arm by wrenching it in her struggle. Which was a less than desirable outcome.
She decided to cease her efforts and lay flat on her stomach. "It's up to you now, Reece." She murmured, even as she secretly hoped he would fail and the rebel would escape. Resting her head on her stomach, she closed her eyes and waited.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 23:33:37 GMT -5
The nails manage to take Reece by surprise, and he makes a slight coughing noise as he tries to swat them away. However, they weren't extraordinarily painful, especially with the bit of coverage he gets from his thick fur, and now that that little interuption is over, he grabs Rena's remaining free arm by the wrist, pushing it against the wall to hold it in place. The darkness would have shadowed his face entirely, had it not been for those bright glowing eyes that get closer and closer as he leans forward to press her into a more submissive position to prevent her from squirming and moving. He's essentially trying to pin her down, in simpler words.
Now that he's so close, she can see that he is grinning. He raises a claw and begins tracing the curve of her cheek with it, going down to the nape of her neck. His face moves past hers, whiskers brushing against her, and for a moment, it seems he's going to start nuzzling her neck. But he doesn't. Instead, he whispers in her ear in something between compassionate and lewd. "There, there, Reece will be gentle with one so fair." The claw that had been making its way down her check and across her neck has somehow mad its way to the pressure points on the back of the neck. He'd apply pressure, attempting to knock her out from it.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 23:39:06 GMT -5
Rena twists beneath his hands, trying desperately to wrench herself from his grasp. The second his hands touch the back of her neck, her shoulders tighten against it, tensing to the point to trapping his fingers ((think of what happens when you touch the back of Pan's neck)). She continues to thrash, though the motion has lost some of it's violence as her body continues to tense.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 23:48:28 GMT -5
He clicks his tongue. "Don't struggle," he chirped, grinning wider. It seems that without even a thought in his head he moves his face to her other side and runs his course tongue up her neck. Of course, this is only to startle to her to that point that she'd drop the tension in her neck--and should she for just a moment, he'd press in to knock her out.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 23:54:11 GMT -5
The shock seems to have the opposite of the desired effect: rather than releasing the tension, the motion only inhances it. Also, the overtly sexual nature of the movement has another effect. She seems to regain her senses to the point that she realizes has has four limbs and one of her legs jerks up, lashing out voilently, and, with any luck, very painfully.
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Post by Seven on Feb 22, 2009 0:02:47 GMT -5
He immediately lets go of her, stumbling over onto the floor, his throat making some noise between a hiss and a croak. He twitches, his shoulders narrowing and spine straightening out for once. Reece's claws dig into his small palms after flexing in pain for a couple of seconds. For a second, it looks like he's going to go hide in a corner or something, beaten down and scared. But unfortunately for Rena, he's under order to bring her or kill her, and since he can't go to his habitual run or hide submissive mentality, he goes to the next: anger.
His ears come forward and his eyes widen again. Since he's on the floor on feet and spiders hands, his back arches upward and his hisses at her. The trace humanity is gone, and this time he just lashes out.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 22, 2009 0:08:30 GMT -5
She takes the blow as she is, only barely managing to stop him from hitting something vital by finally ripping her stuck arm from underneath the metal. Now bleeding violently from one leg, her hip, and her arm, Rena forces herself into a somewhat upright position.
She manuevers quickly enough to arm each hand with a pair of the iron bars once more, bracing herself for another attack.
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Post by Seven on Feb 22, 2009 0:11:44 GMT -5
He keeps close to the ground, almost pressing into it, then lunges himself entirely at her legs to throw her off balance.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 22, 2009 0:17:39 GMT -5
She anticipates the move... barely. She rolls forward as he hits her legs, toppling over him. She slams into the metal on the opposite side of the small space, the scrambles up, using her body weight to swing up to the top of the machine. But the movement, while getting her out of the enclosed space, backfires somewhat. She's moving to fast, and rolls straight off the edge of the machine, slamming face first into the hard floor.
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Post by Seven on Feb 22, 2009 0:20:29 GMT -5
Reecce follows her when she jumps up, bounding after her as well. When she falls, he uses that valuable time to pounce, landing on her back and then swiping across with his claws.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 22, 2009 0:23:02 GMT -5
She arches back from the pain and the shock, but she uses the force created by the reflex to sing one of the bars back, catching him hard in the side.
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