Fighting them off? (Stryder Aedernis)

OoC: Okay, not who I said I would be using, but I'm having problems writing with the other character right now. Plus, after thinking about it. I thought it would be more fun for you to fight a character that can fight you back. So, I've awaken Sara out of her resting place.

BiC: What a pitiful display of fighting. Men are wild untamed creators made to hurt and bring pain to this world. The young Sara thought viewing the fight that broke out between two men. The crowed grew quickly to both watch and stop the fight. She on the other hand hoped the too would kill themselves or smarten up enough to stop.

She laughed to herself thinking how much it reminded her of two dogs fighting. It was stupid what had started the whole thing. “Help! Please somebody help them!” She heard the woman and young ladies calling in the background trying to put a end to the madness.

She turned her back to the fight her gently hands tossing the can of soda from her blood red nails. “Miss!” She felt hands grabbing her shirt from behind, the voice of a strong man echoed in her ear. She could fell the anger from the man touching her build quickly.

“Let go.”

“But.”

“Now.” She didn’t wait to see slapping his arm off her arm.

“Stop them, pleasr!”

She shook her head not wanting to be a part of the fuss anymore than she was. She knew it start because of her and hoped it would end with her gone. “Why? Those fools choose to fight over me without hearing what I had to say first.”

“But! You have to!” The older man said grabbing hold of her shirt again. This time she didn’t asked as she grabbed the arm of the old man and slammed him to the ground. She’d become annoyed with him and the two that seemed to be fools.

“This is why I hate your kind.” Sara glanced back at the crowed and the thought of fighting pissed her off even more. “Why? Why me?”

Everywhere I go I end up in a fight with a man. Why can’t I find pace anymore? I just want to be around smart gentle people. Not this horny little dogs that live on this earth.

She pushed her way through the crowd to the center of the chaos. “Dumb a**** stop this!” Her eyes and voice full of hatred walking towards them.

The tall male dumped into Sara catching his footing from the weak kick he took. He smiled feeling the smooth body catch him. He felt her hand tighten around his arm before felting the pain in his face. She punched him to the ground before smashing her shoe into his gut.

“I said stop this!” She devilish brown eyes glared deeply into the man’s eyes. She took a step towards the other person hoping her point was clear enough.

“So, does that mean you chose me?”

“No!” She threw a straight punch to the fight and kicked him in the gut. He dropped to his kneel holding his midsection. “Dogs like you should be a live!” She drew her sword from her side pointing one of them at his arms and the other one else where. “Choose.”

OoC: Heh, no sweat man, it's no biggie as to who you choose. Right-o, here we go, my first battle! x3

BiC:

Cey wandered down the street of the small town, humming tunelessly and smiling at the caterpillar on his hand. He giggled as the little creature crawled slowly over his palm, slipping through his fingers, tickling his skin. He walked, as usual, with the hood of his cloak over his head, his small body slightly hunched as he pored over the tiny insect, his eyes riveted to its little body.

He was fascinated with the way it moved, by its vivid green colouring, and its tiny little legs. He giggled again. Without paying much attention to his surroundings, he wandered down the street, passing stalls and vendors. Some hawked their wares to him, but he was in a world of his own, giggling and content. He walked through the town on his journey to his home in the mountainsm, carrying little but the oilskin flask of the narciton potion, a few small coins, and an interesting rock he had picked up on his travels.

Without noticing the large crowd gathered ahead of him, he walked on, only dimly aware of the noise. Chuckling at the insect again, he walked on. Suddenly, without warning, he was in the crowd. He jumped, startled at the bustle around him, the pushing, shoving, shouting people. His heart leapt into his mouth, fear burning his eyes. A man bumped him, pushing him into another, who swatted him away. He tripped and stumbled into the legs of another, who shoved him back. Sent sprawling, Cey cried out in fear. He scrambled onto his knees, panic gripping his thundering heart, and he slithered his way through the crowd.

He froze suddenly, and looked down at his hand. A green slime covered his palm, the remains of the caterpillar smeared across his hand. He moaned at the sight, closing his eyes and clutching his hand to his chest. His eyes flew open again, this time in shock more than fear. He felt it coming. He felt it deep inside, and he grabbed frantically at the flask on his hip.

Clawing at its bonds, he wrenched it from his side and scrabbled at the wired cork. Yet suddenly, a leg bumped his arm, sending the flask flying. Cey yelled, quickly scrambling to grab it, but again the flask was kicked away. He shrieked now, desperately trying to reach it. The anger was coming quickly. He clawed his way to the flask, reaching out to grab it, and a foot came down onto the flask itself.

The oilskin burst, the potion flowing onto the floor. Some of the dark liquid splattered out across Cey's face. He stared in disbelieving shock at the shredded seams of the flask, and his eye twitched. Then, suddenly, he clutched at his chest, his face contorting in pain and fear. A low moan escaped his lips, and his mind went blank. His body, trembling, curled into a ball, and his skin paled slowly, the colour fading from his face.


OoC: Hehe, it's coming. Next post, the berserker will be out and the fight will be on. Hope you're ready... xP

“But, but, bu…” The shivering fearful man mumbled clawing away from Sara. He couldn’t believe that such a pretty woman had enough gust to stand up against them or even make him fear for his life. She smile enjoying herself a but after having to break the two dummies up.

“Clawing away on you knees? Do you like it like that? Or is that the line you give woman?” She followed him through the crowed holding her sword in her hand staring at it. She wondered what she should do to him to help teach him her point.

Living up to my name is hard work. Fu**en man, making me have to act up just because they don’t know what else to do with their time. The crowed cleared and the side of a wooden shed blocked his path. She tossed her other blade into the shed just above his head. She watched as he glanced back almost in tears. She knew he had no where else to go.

“Please! I’ll never fight over another woman again.”

“I know. Because You’ll remember this for the rest of your life.” She walked over to him, kneeling down to his pitiful face. “Shh… it not your fist,” She said hearing the screams and watching him jumps checking himself. She laughed finding his reaction reminding her of a little girl after being prank.

In the midst of the watching crowd, no-one noticed the small figure curled in a ball on the floor. No-one noticed his body shivering. No-one noticed his skin pale, and no-one noticed his eyes snap open.

He exploded upwards with an almighty roar, knocking three men aside with ease. He bellowed at the sky, his vision clouded by rage. Peering around, he screamed at the challengers. So many! Surrounding him! He launched himself at the closest with a furious cry, his rage flowing through his blood. He snapped out a hand and punched the man clean through a wall. He swept his hand to the right and bowled another Human over. Leaping forwards, he grabbed a huge man and swung him over his shoulders, slamming the man into the ground with a sickening thud. He turned and hurled the limp body into a crowd of screaming Humans, screams that he perceived as threats. He bellowed again, crouched and slammed his fists against the floor in defiance.

He made to leap and stopped, spying a figure apart from the group. While the others were screaming and running, she was still and silent. He roared a challenge at her and charged.

“Great! Another one out of control!” She yelled flipping back and dodging to the right as the odd man dashed just pass her. She rolled across the ground planting her feet and hands on the ground. Her eyes darted back at what seemed to be her foe.

“Men. Why can’t they control themselves?” She rose up from the ground patting her clothes and hands off as the sounds of glowing hummed in her eyes. She looked back up seeing noting, only the hard impact of the man hands tossing her through the sky could be felt. The hit landed hard and solid as flipped in the air and landed on her feet. She dropped to one knee holding her mid section that was now in pain.

“Damn.” She said spotting him charging at her again. “Oh, great serpent of the sea. Guide me to the heavens in your sea of flames.” Flames shot up out of the ground forming a ring around her. She fought the pain from the first blow hoping to buy herself a little more time.

“Blessed, sacred holy beast with healing powers unmatched by normal human.”

OoC: I'll leave the choice to you if she heals or not.