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Post by DisquietedCole » Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:57 pm

Aithne's lips parted, the corners turned up into a sly smile as Chivalrous Cunt took the first swing. He moved faster than she had anticipated. Straight and to the point, no fear either. She was impressed. That much was evident at the way she raised her right hand and touched her lip gently. In this brief moment, she had an innocent schoolgirl-like aura, though that generalization was far from the truth. It was all about the unknown, the hidden chaos that she was bringing to the light. Even Buddah had said it - Chaos is inherit in all compounded things, what were they but compounded beings?

Her dark eyes watched the scene carefully, as a choreographer would watch their dancers from the wings of the stage. When Proper Cunt's head moved the way he did, her hand dropped and she took another drag from her cigarette. She had expected him to be something more than he outwardly appeared, her assumption wasn't wrong at all. This pleased her. She called out on her exhale, smoke gliding from her mouth as she did "Oi, lookin' good 'ere boys!" She giggled softly. Her foul mood had lifted, this was just what she had needed to perk her up.

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Post by illirica » Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:31 pm

Hey, what about that, he actually punched the guy!

Not that Tyler didn't know how to fight, but with everyone and their fuckin' mother being a meta these days, half of 'em just danced out of the way like they were tryin' out for the goddamn Nutcracker or something. Tyler had his own version of the Nutcracker, and it didn't involve and damn tights.

Now, how the guy managed to get his leg up over Tyler's arm was an entirely different question. He could have appreciated that sort of flexibility in a chick, but in a guy it was just a nuisance. The other leg slammed into his elbow, leaving what would no doubt be a goddamn beautiful bruise in the morning. Didn't break anything, though, not that easy. Tyler was tougher than he looked, which said a lot, because he looked pretty damn tough. He thought so, anyway.

The chick seemed to like watching. Tyler hoped she'd be up for more than just watching, after a while. He twisted, disentangling himself from the other man and aiming a kick at his gut while he moved away. Kick him while he's down, standard tactical practice. Fighting was about coming out the winner, not about speeches and honor and all that bullshit. It was why he was never gonna be a hero.

That, and he just liked punching people for no good reason. Which was, in his opinion, a perfectly good reason to punch someone.

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Post by Amicus » Sat Jan 12, 2019 12:55 am

While the smile didn't fade, had he been human, it would have. The leg didn't break. Abnormally healthy, or slightly superpowered Ghorius wondered. The man managed to get out of his grip and instantly Ghorius used his arms to shove himself off to the side avoiding the kick and pushing himself to his feet. Had he not had to stand up himself first the kick might have actually landed, but the moment they separated they both had the intention of getting up. Now he was in a fighting stance. A proper one, light footed, hands up, but that wide smile still on his face even as there was blood visibly coming from the roots of two teeth, though they hadn't quite come out. Either way, he ran a tongue over them as if shoving them back in was going to do anything but cause a little extra pain.

With a flick of his wrist he whipped the coat forwards and towards Tylers face. It had two means. Either it should smack him in the face, at best his eyes, or be distracting enough he might not notice Ghorius's own leg coming down towards Tylers kneecap. If his arm didn't break, he doubted the knee would. But still, it was intended to hurt and that was really what he wanted right now. Just make him feel pain. That was why he was smiling, he may have failed to break an arm, but surely it hurt right? And of course there was the future. How much more pain could he cause.

Faster then average, more capable of resisting damage then he should be. Easily brought into a fight in a city of metas and mutants, and against someone with clearly unusual physical characteristics. Surely this man has some kind of special ability. Perhaps a basic physical superiority? Special muscle structure? Or nervous system? Oh, or it could be an energy thing. Those people are always the best to steal they make things so much easier and rarely can use their abilities to their full potential. He thought, though it reminded him of the reason this had begun. The woman who lit the cigarette with her fingers. He wanted to try and figure her out afterwards, ah yes. There was reason to try and win the fight. He needed to learn. Both of these people were technically ahead of him socially for this world, or at least he assumed so. Both had combat applicable abilities and seemed at least able to be conversational, at least probably. He hadn't seen the woman fight, and he hadn't seen the man do much more then that. Either way he needed to up his game sooner then later. In this world, things were gonna get weird.

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Post by DisquietedCole » Sat Jan 12, 2019 1:22 am

Aithne gasped quietly as she spied the blood dripping from Ghorius' smile. Truthfully, it made him look terrifying, but she seemed to thrive on that terror. Her own smile grew as she continued to watch. Another deep drag was taken from her cigarette only to be released slowly, blown down and away. She wanted nothing to obstruct her view of the fight. She seemed to be teeming with excitement in this moment, almost unable to stay still, she pushed herself off of the wall and stood upright.

There was something completely intoxicating to her about two men beating the shit out of one another. The why didn't particularly matter to her, it was the act of violence itself, that and the utter disarray that happened when primal instincts kicked in and brutality took over. She used her right hand to push her hair behind her ear, away from her face. Something deep down wanted the Chivalrous Cunt to win. He seemed more normal than Proper Cunt did, not particularly personable though.

"You lot know jus' how ta get a lady excited!" She laughed again, it was melodic and full of joy. Aithne dropped her cigarette now. lifting her foot just a bit to press down on it, making sure it was out. She muttered quietly, her thick Irish accent tangling around another language entirely. "Is minic a bhris beal duine a shron." A reminder to herself.

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Post by illirica » Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:25 am

Damn it, Tyler hated it when he was right about stuff like this. No doubt, the weirdo was some sorta meta. And the weird sort, that just sat there grinning and dribbling blood all over the place. Nothing wrong with a bit of healthy bleeding, but grinning about it was crossing the line.

The hot chick sounded like she was having fun though. Maybe a little too much fun. Wasn't supposed to be quite that satisfying, otherwise she wouldn't wanna go home for a good screw. And she was the first girl in a while who wasn't batshit insane, which just went to show how low Tyler's standards were getting. 'Specially since she was talking in some other language. That better just be Spanish or Denmarkish or something like that and not some weird demon language, because he was not up for that shit no matter how hot she was.

And he couldn't see her with a face full of fuckin' purple jacket, either. Tyler raised an arm and ripped it off, throwing it to one side as his opponent's foot slammed into his knee, making him stagger back. "Fuck, man!" he accused, nodding grudgingly. "Nice move." He stepped back, giving himself a little space, favoring the leg a little. Bastard had done some damage. It'd knit back up, but for a little bit it was kinda wobbly. He didn't want to go for a kick until it did, so he made sure he was leading with the other leg, fists raised, ready to rumble. Yeah, come on. Come at me. Punk.

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Post by Amicus » Sat Jan 12, 2019 3:14 am

That woman certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, he wondered what it was that caused that. The violence? The sense of other people fighting? Pain? Control? Or just prompting them on? He glanced his head just enough to see her say it, and then she added something he was pretty sure wasn't English. Probably some kind of Gaelic or Irish...or whatever the Irish spoke that wasn't English, he'd have to look that one up either. Michaels memories were lacking on that as well. What a boring man he was. Couldn't he have gotten someone a little more interesting or skilled? Oh well, he was sure he'd get another one later.

His foot connected with the knee, and he gave a chuckle, followed by a nod to the compliment, "Appreciated." not exactly the truth, but it did give him a joy. Because it meant he was on the right track. He kept his movements light as he started moving forwards, keeping prepared to dodge. But more importantly to attack. And so he did, a simple move, a punch straight towards the mans throat. This wasn't necessarily a fight to the death of course, he realized that might not be a good idea. But that didn't mean he was prevented from trying to cause fear. The throat was ever so much easier to threaten, he could perhaps survive without it for a bit longer since he didn't technically need to rely on the oxygen to the brain, as he was it, but destroying the body wouldn't be great either.

The man was injured, or seemed to be, that was good. Things were going ever so well...aside from the jaw injury but that would heal in time and the shock of pain was pretty much over so long as it didn't get hit again. Time would tell but he wasn't hopeful in that regard.

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Post by DisquietedCole » Sat Jan 12, 2019 4:08 am

Aithne's left hand curled a little, her thumb tapping against her palm. Her right slid into the pocket of her leather jacket, it rustled a little. Inside her pocket her fingers slid around around an object. She began twisting it between her fingers as her eyes kept watch on the men. Her smile twisted a little as she sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit down on it. Her heart had started to race, fighting in her pocket helped a little, but she wasn't sure why she was suddenly so invested in this fight.

She was quiet now, her mind rolling through potential outcomes. Chivalrous Cunt seemed rather genuine in a way. There wasn't many sinister vibes rolling off of him, but he could hold his own in a fight. He had asked if Proper Cunt had been bothering her, only halfway decent men did that now-a-days. If she were being completely honest with herself she wanted him to win this. A tiny part of her felt a pang of regret for starting this. After a few punches, she got the feeling that Proper Cunt might cut her up and eat her if the mood suited him. It was the way he continued to smile as the blood dripped from his mouth. Completely disconcerting to her.

After a moment, she realized she had been holding her breath, and took air into her lungs once again. Her fingers clamped around the object in her pocket, holding it tight as Proper Cunt's fist made it's way through the air toward Chivalrous Cunt's throat. Shit. Please let him dodge this.

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Post by illirica » Sun Jan 13, 2019 1:15 am

The guy was serious now, Tyler thought. That was good. A serious opponent was more fun. He watched, carefully, as the man approached, waiting for the attack. It came, quickly - very quickly. He tapped a bit of speed to get back, blocking the punch with a raised arm and swinging a right hook at the man's head.

A punch was always good, but it was mostly a distraction - he was already bringing his knee up to see if he could connect with the family jewels, no longer favoring the leg. It'd hold just fine - like he'd figured, he just needed a little bit to let it recover. It was still gonna be pretty purple in the morning, but it wasn't like it was bad enough to be neon pink.

That was a thing he didn't like explaining. Besides, he didn't want to have to rely on that. Best way to keep his sense of a proper fight was not to get hit with that sorta bullshit. Low key bar fight was just the right thing for him. None of that hyper-super-meta-bullshit they pulled out in the big cities. That sorta shit just got people killed.

And he wasn't dyin' any time soon.

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Post by Amicus » Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:24 am

Well done, the attack was dodged and defended, and as it was Ghorius was withdrawing his hand and Tyler was bring up another. A hook? That was too easy to block, Ghorius turned his body slightly putting an arm in it's path to catch the arm and...PAIN SCREAMED THROUGH HIS BODY! While his face didn't change with the impact he shoved himself backwards as quickly as possible. What was wrong with humans that they had such sensitive spots. Screw pain! Ghorius stayed back for a moment keeping his distance with each step in a circle. Expressionless as his actual mind thought about straight up turning off pain entirely but ended up just dulling it down a great deal. Ghorius may not have appeared to have felt that pain based on his face. But that was only because the body could only obey what he told it too, and he did not tell it to display agony of any kind.

Then, the smile returned, and with it a chuckle, "Well well, that one actually hurt. Good play. But I wonder," his wondering would be answered as he moved forwards again, this time as he drew in he leapt into the air when he actually got within punching range rather suddenly, kicking both feet outwards towards Tyler's chest, intending on pushing off and using his hands to spring back up so he could continue. Of course, he wasn't going to let things slip this time. Not after that fiasco. He was paying attention, watching every piece of every second pass, pushing the body a bit harder then it was supposed to be pushed, faster, stronger, better. He wasn't going to let an action follow through unless it was going to work. If the man went to dodge, Ghorius would readjust to land on his feet again, if he tried to grab on, Ghorius would pull his legs in bringing his hand towards the mans throat. If he ended up tearing a muscle in these attempts then so be it, he wanted to get him back.

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Post by DisquietedCole » Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:47 am

Aithne was trying desperately to not bring her hands up and cover her eyes. She had started this, it was only fitting for her to continue to watch. She winced when Chivalrous Cunt's knee connected with Proper Cunt's groin. Her own face more expressive to what should have been his pain. The smile returned too quickly. Something was most definitely not right with him. She had always been warned against putting strangers in dangerous situations, you never really did know how one would react to certain stimuli. It had always worked out in her favor before. A fight, then a fire, then the chaos. There would be no fire this evening. No chaos other than what played out before her currently.

Here she was, her right hand clenched tightly around whatever it was she was holding in her pocket, slightly worried that she had invoked something that she couldn't control. Fire was usually controllable. It could be snuffed out with the snap of her fingers, but this thing had taken off like an unattended wildfire and she realized, albeit slowly, that she had lost the control she had the moment they walked out of the bar.

"Bastún!" She hissed out, shifting her weight from her right leg to her left. Her eyes pulled from the fight for a brief moment and glanced at the pavement around her feet. She inhaled deeply, releasing it as she lifted her head back up. She was filled with a nervous energy, she wanted to cheer the Chivalrous Cunt on, but she didn't dare. She didn't want either to know she had chosen a side.

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