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Post by Ulysses Swynford on May 16, 2006 6:49:05 GMT -5
[OOC: I'm assuming Lily's right handed and that the swing was headed to Ulysses left-midsection, if that's okay with you]
An efficiently, taut swing aimed at Ulysses's left abdomen rapidly subverted his overtly, candid aura. His grey eyes, obscured and opaque with the sudden rush of close quarter combat, had now engaged itself with the seriousness of 'Coppertop's' opening moves. In an instant, Ulysses quickly twisted his abdomen to his right and parried her strikingly powerful strike with his painfully constructed four-foot pole. The clashing sound of two very durable poles colliding against each other rattled the twigs within the upper reaches of the massively proud Oak Tree. Ulysses, feeling slightly perturbed at 'Coppertop's' raw strength, uneasily shifted his weight on his right foot and bucked three feet away from an ever-so confident 'Coppertop'.
His right hand, still stinging from the protectively firm clutch to his pole riddled with painful pricks, had now started to pierce his soft palms and bleed in a surreptitious manner.
"Maybe I should start calling you Lily after this affair," he remarked with a less-than-confident smirk. "Sorry for not being that serious in the first place."
Ulysses painfully gripped his pole and swung it vacantly to his right, signalling the abrupt end of what both might've considered to be 'verbal foreplay'.
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Post by Lily Wolfe on May 16, 2006 10:14:18 GMT -5
((Woops, totally forgot to add that info in my post. But yeah, that'll work.))
Watchful eye followed the movement as Ulysses twisted away from the blow, marginally impressed with the speed and ease of his dodge. And block. The backlash of the parrying blow sent a forceful vibration through the wood and into her hand, prickling uncomfortably and irritating the soft skin. It wasn't a feeling she liked, but it was smothered and forgotten in interest of his reaction. It was easy enough to realize he hadn't counted on her being as strong as she was and that was fine by her. Underestimation, in her opinion, was fine. It added an advantage the enemy didn't even realize they were giving you.
"Maybe you should."Lily agreed in her usual lilting and almost lazy tone. Though the pole in her grip rested loosely at her side, swaying only slightly, her bright and intent gaze gave away her alert attention. She didn't seem about to make the next move, but rather waiting to see what it would be. "Why should you be? Everyone else is serious enough."she added on in response to his apology, remembering well the attitudes of the others in response to Ulysses.
Whatever else she might have thought up to say or do was shifted to the back of her mind at his gesture, waiting to see what the next move would be.
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on May 17, 2006 8:01:14 GMT -5
[OOC: *Grins*. I forgot to add the backslash part in my post as well. So it's cool . It's best for us to clarify a lot of things within a combat RP because it is a measure to how well the 'dance' can be choreographed]True enough, he concedingly thought. True enough. There was nothing left to be discussed within Ulysses's lateral mind. It was very clear who was adamant to see this to the end and who was merely using this excercise as a 'routine' 'Recon & Surveillance' Operation. He was in his mentally distant state now; his objective now was to give 'Coppertop' a physically arduous time with the truth. He clearly needed no formal invitations to 'Coppertop's' tempting request to lunge at her with a piercingly thrusted blow to whatever critical area he wished to systematically target. An electrized surge of adrenaline streamlined through his blood stream as he opportunistically smelt a small window of opportunity. Instantaneously, Ulysses raised his splintered-encased pole to his left shoulder and expediently surged towards a suspiciously relaxed 'Coppertop'. His right foot slammed down firmly onto the lightly dirt-covered track, sending the remainder of his raw strength through his torso and right elbow into a backslashed attack that would clearly aim directly at her slender collarbones on her right.
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Post by Lily Wolfe on May 22, 2006 13:26:43 GMT -5
With rapt attention, Lily watched and waited to be sure she didn't miss a single movement. One moment of inattention could give him all the time he needed to attack, and she certainly didn't want to be caught unaware. Thankfully, she was waiting for his move and was able to react fairly quickly.
Rather than trying to dodge the strike completely-which she knew was most likely a useless mistake- she took a quick step back and brought her own weapon up to defend the point for which he aimed. Fingers gripped the wood tightly, arm locked into position and prepared for the strength beyond the blow. Even so, she was knocked back-being that she wasn't really built for combat through brute strength. But atleast she kept her feet.
Determined to make an attack hit, she took another careful step back to aim carefully. Even so, she didn't waste much time in contemplation. She didn't want him to have a chance for another attack,after all. Sweat pearled lightly on her skin, mostly from the heat and humidity but also from simple exertion. She hadn't come up against anyone in real combat that often, and even if she had, she had the feeling Uly would be a challenge anyway. Smirking confidently, she swung toward him and lunged, aiming a strong blow for the region of his hip bone, figuring if she could hit him, it might give her some sort of an edge. She would have to see.
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on May 24, 2006 7:49:09 GMT -5
Her seemingly confident slash towards Ulysses's left hip was nothing more than a repeated rendition of her former attack towards his left-mid section. Ulysses effortlessly exploited her planted lunge with her right foot by subtly stepping two feet towards her. His entire body obliquely moved to the right, allowing his brutally constructed, wooden pole to swiftly arc down and synchronistically connect with her controlled manoevure against him. The bone-shattering crack of pole upon pole quickly spiked his overabused right hand into another sea of pain, which he had now failed to sequester.
Both Lily and Ulysses were now standing ever-so close, with their wooden poles itching impatiently to risk another attacking sequence. His grey eyes, despite showing intense pain to his right hand, still displayed the fierce determination he had previously conceded moments earlier.
As he painfully mused, a rogue bead of sweat coursed through his overworked temples. "There's no point in beating around the same path in search of what you're after 'Coppertop'. Or was that your line of expertise all along?"
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Post by Lily Wolfe on May 24, 2006 13:32:42 GMT -5
The repeated attack hadn't done her much good, as she found out almost immediately. She would have to try something else, she knew, if she had any hope of coming out on top in this battle of wills. As the two wooden poles clashed together for the second time, reverberations moved smartly through her hand an arm, leaving a throbbing ache in their path. Splinters scraped along the soft skin of her palm, imbedding themselves or leaving dark welts in their place.
A barely audible hiss left her lips at the feeling of those sharp little bits of wood being further pushed against her skin. Reluctant to let an inkling of discomfort show, she kept her hold firm. "I guess your right. I'll have to try something else, won't I?"she replied. She did still have a lot to learn, she knew, and that move had been nothing more than a foolish mistake. One she didn't intend to make again.
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on May 24, 2006 19:14:36 GMT -5
[OOC: *sees dice in posting area* So the dice was there the entire time. Okay, do you still want to use logic and allow hits to be successful if they cannot be logically parried? Or do you want to use the dice?]
Because of their supremely close stance against each other, neither side was graciously willing to let the other go in a bid to free up space and room for more sharp backslashes and quick thrusts. Ulysses enduringly held his ground, denying 'Coppertop's' subtle strength and, of course, her crucial advantage to what has become a fairly even match. Hearing her soft, whispering concessions acutely gave him a small window of opportunity.
A quietly-crafted smirk formed across his lightly-sweaty face despite the excruciating pain issued from his right palm, which was 'Coppertop's' only sign of Ulysses's devastating weakness. Suddenly, he tightened his grip upon his twig-encased wooden pole and exerted whatever hidden resource of strength was left within his right elbow for her severely exposed sternum; the intense friction within both wooden poles instantly shaved away whatever rogue twigs that might've been an added detriment (or perk) to either side.
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Post by Lily Wolfe on May 29, 2006 8:44:13 GMT -5
((Um..let's just go on either parrying or hitting, without the dice.))
Eyes fixed confidently on Uly as she remained close, unwiling to give an inch and let him attack while she tried to formulate another plan.Though she was holding her own, this was proving more difficult and tiring than she had expected. But, strangely, it was fun too.
Unprepared for his move, she yelped in suprise as his elbow collided with her sternum, unchallenged by an unprepared arm. Backing up a step and resisting the urge to pause and rub the tender area, she swung up and in toward his right arm in retaliation.
((short, but it's something..))
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on May 31, 2006 8:25:34 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry ]A minute miscue in thought was all it took for a misaligned move, which decisively proved to be contentiously fatal and debilitating for Ulysses. As he prepared to turn his torso to his right to routinely defend her sharply-perceptive slash against his right arm he gazed through the multitude of oak trees swaying against the afternoon winds. I kind of thought she'd be a lot firmer when I elbowed her, but...wow...she's a bit squishy, he thought with a quiet glee. Soon, a sharp, slapping pain seared through the bare back of his right hand; Lily had somehow managed to connect her precise slash against the very hand that was leaking a rather copious amount of blood from within his palm. An agonising cry issued from his lips as his pain within his right palm simultaneously intensified. It was as if he was doubly reminded of the purpose and price he literally was paying right now (in blood). Ulysses, unaware of Lily's advantageous position, fell knee-first to the expansively dustied path littered with the brittled autumn leaves two seasons ago. Beads of sweat - evidence of the pride that concealed his inner pain - quietly ran down his overworked forehead. His breaths became increasingly ragged as he tried to regain some form of focus in a duel that was revealing more than was meant to be. However, the only thing his mind (and heart) ever wanted right now more than anything in this world is to yank out the wooden pole that was literally attached to his right hand.
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Post by Lily Wolfe on May 31, 2006 18:39:15 GMT -5
((For what?))
Lily's lips curved into a smirk of triumph as her slash connected with a satisfying 'slap', but the smirk faded slightly when blue eyes fixed upon the noticeable amount of blood leaking from his palm. Worry inched into her expression, and all thoughts of the advantage he had unwittingly given her were forgotten. Had she somehow caused that much blood? She didn't think so..in fact, was sure it hadn't been. Though, naturally, she had helped it along.
Wincing lightly at his agonized cry, she let the pole drop from her hand in order to reach out and snatch his hand up, angling it so that she could see it. She hated blood, especially that much of it, but as she saw it : if he wasn't going to rip the stupid pole out and deal with it, she would. "Don't be a baby, Uly!"she snapped, though really the tone was alot less rough than annoyance would have made it. This was uncomfortable position for her, feeling bad and actually wanting to help. But, what did she have to lose?
So, wrapping her fingers delicately around the end of the pole, she gave one quick yank to dislodge it from his hand, wrinkling her nose lightly at all the blood. "Gross, Swynford.Why didn't you say something, you idiot?"she scolded.
((Bwahaha..Florence Nightengale syndrome, lol. ^_^))
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on Jun 2, 2006 7:27:40 GMT -5
[OOC: LOL. I don't think Uly told her his surname . I have to admit, this isn't my best post.]A deep, spongy sound of Ulysses's chaotically bloodied hand coming out of an uncomfortable release from his painfully-chosen wooden pole was expediently followed by a sharp cry escaping from his lightly-cracked lips. " God that hurts! And now I can't move my right hand." No matter what, he couldn't help but make an own joke at his own expense and the mischevious glint in his grey eyes was followed with a complementing smirk. " You think our 'colleagues' are going to start cracking jokes about the 'felonious uses' of my right hand? Or are they just going to say 'What a dumbass!'?" Either way, he was going to be severely out of action for a while, unless there was a miracle way to fix his bloodied hand before the next bout with the goons from the Temple of Light. Still, the more recent thought of the way 'Coppertop' handled his wooden pole clearly marked a more 'kinder' quality to her curiously power-hungry personality that craved to be taught a lesson or two. And, seeing that, he stood up and conceded defeat. " I, umm, kind of didn't want to tell because...I wanted to see how far you'd go to get an answer from me. And, I guess, you're still wondering about it, right?"
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Post by Lily Wolfe on Jun 2, 2006 10:40:28 GMT -5
((He probably didn't. I dont' really recall..I'll fix it, I guess.))
The bloodied pole dropped carelessly from her hold once it was totally removed from his hand, forgotten and ignored for the moment. Instead, her attention focused on his injured hand. "I bet."was all she said in response to his words about the incapacitation of his hand.
But his joke received more of a reaction, though not of the vocal kind. With a hint of an amused smile and a shrug, she removed and unfolded a handkercheif from her back pocket, tying it securely but gently around his palm, before letting his hand drop. It wasn't the best as far as dressing wounds went, but it was the best she could offer at that point. "You'll probably want to get this cleaned when we get back to the Temple."she said seriously, drawing back to look up at him as he stood.
"Right.I definately still want to know."
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on Jun 3, 2006 9:53:36 GMT -5
Ulysses raised an eyebrow in question at her inefficiency to disinfect (and to remove the annoying splinters embedded within his right hand) before she firmly bandaged it to the best of her ability. He carefully raised his right hand and placed it near his nose. Now that's an interesting scent, he mused. It almost smells like wild violets. The last time Ulysses was ever graced with such a maturing scent of faithfulness and understanding was...when he self-proclaimed himself as a Knight of Light. Ulysses chuckled lightly at the rogue thought and quickly quelled any reminiscing thoughts the moment he felt 'Coppertop's' eyes inquisitively scrutinising his every move.
He quickly grinned in his mischevious way and remarked in light-heartedly, cynical fashion. "I'll make sure to call for you whenever I need a 'sponge bath. I just hope, for my sake, that you have a pair of tweezers or something when we get back."
It was already late in the afternoon and the morsels of Men's Pocky that he initially stuffed himself had chipped itself away for the desire for something more real (and tender). The remnants of winter still lingered desperately within the fresh spring air as it tried to catch the increasing winds that whipped itself around the blooming training grounds. Ulysses instinctively melded his arms to his shivering chest as both he and 'Coppertop' made their way back to the Common Rooms of their Temple.
"Anyway," he continued, "this is what I've managed to uncover so far. The truth, as you wanted to know is this: We're a tight group that lacks organisation. We barely know each other and each one of us hasn't been given a specific task in a war that's claimed so many lives. The very fact that we haven't been given any orders from Josh is a clear certainty."
Ulysses slowly raised his left arm and softly held her shoulder back. "We need to act. And we need to equip ourselves. But, most importantly, we need a spy."
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Post by Lily Wolfe on Jun 5, 2006 15:29:23 GMT -5
Lily blinked once at his words, an expression halfway between an amused smile and incredulous smirk brightening her features for an instant. But they quickly returned to being serious, mind ticking away as she mentally recorded what she would need to take better care of his hand. "I don't anticipate needing to help you bathe, but if you're really that weak,maybe we can persuade dear Delos to help."she teased absently, then added to the remark about tweezers."I'm sure I can scare a pair up."
After that, she walked quietly next to him, shivering slightly in the late afternoon chill of the breeze. But being that she was more covered that Ulysses was, at least, she didn't make so much as one complaint. As the lowering sunlight inched closer to dusk, she continued to wander, listening intently as Ulysses spoke.
She had known that there was little organisation in their small group, and had even suspected that that would come back to haunt them, but the idea that they needed a spy hadn't even occured to her. But the instant that Uly brought it up, she knew he was right. Turning her head lightly, careful not to shift to dislodge the hand upon her shoulder-which was comfortably warm in the chill air-she responded thoughtfully. "You're absolutely right.But who?"she wondered out loud, looking to him as if he might know. Or atleast have a suggestion.
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Post by Ulysses Swynford on Jun 16, 2006 8:04:36 GMT -5
[OOC: Thanks for your patience ]He slowly raised his left index finger and softly tapped his left temple with a quiet grin on his face. " If you and I had been that observant earlier, you would've known that 'Catwoman' is the obvious choice for her talented metamophosis tricks," he astutely replied. Ulysses leaned in closer until their faces were mere centimeters apart. He hadn't noticed it before but being this close allowed him the lingering scent of lavender infused with the working sweat from their previous sparring match. His charcoal-grey eyes travelled contently around her curious eyes and her smooth skin until he paused at her ear where he mischeviously whispered an added remark. " But you already knew that, didn't you?"
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