Cowering in the dust, thinking what? I wonder. Your world will burn until it's surface is but glass.
[[Open RP]]
He sits in the cargo hold he has grown to call his own, meditating.
Wanting to find some cleaning supplies for her weapons Alabama had headed to one of the many cargo holds to search for the specific item. She strolled in, lost in many thoughts and completely unaware of the Raven as she began to search through some boxes.
“Who intrudes?” His voice is imposing in the deathly silence of the hold.
[[Open RP]]
He sits in the cargo hold he has grown to call his own, meditating.
She brings her left hand up and holds her nose, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s groaning in pain.
He pulls out the strange gem, and presses it against her. A red glow envelops her, and her wounds begin to stitch back together.
She opens her eyes and looks around her. Seeing the red glow, she begins to panic, unsure of what’s going on. “W-what is this? What are you doing?”
“It heals you. But I’m not being kind, I just want you intact. A fragile opponent is much less of a challenge.” He hauls her to her feet, and pushes her across the room opposite him.
“A fight? If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.” She smirked and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She brought her fists up to to fight below face level. “Your move.”
“Bad idea.” He chuckles as he is enveloped in shadows, disappearing.
“What the…?” She looked around, but stayed in her defensive position.
He taps her shoulder, then disappears again.
She brings her left hand up and holds her nose, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s groaning in pain.
He pulls out the strange gem, and presses it against her. A red glow envelops her, and her wounds begin to stitch back together.
She opens her eyes and looks around her. Seeing the red glow, she begins to panic, unsure of what’s going on. “W-what is this? What are you doing?”
“It heals you. But I’m not being kind, I just want you intact. A fragile opponent is much less of a challenge.” He hauls her to her feet, and pushes her across the room opposite him.
“A fight? If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.” She smirked and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She brought her fists up to to fight below face level. “Your move.”
“Bad idea.” He chuckles as he is enveloped in shadows, disappearing.
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((wearing a helmet))
The kick got her good, and she flew backwards. She was on the ground for a few seconds before weakly getting back up.“Want some more?” He spat at her.
She was taking ragged breaths and just glared at him without replying.
He pulls out an old style Magnum .44 revolver. “This, albeit old, can pack quite a punch. Would you like to try it?”
“Depends. Can I use it on you?” Her tone was viscous.
“No, I was thinking the other way around.” He fires lazily at her, catching her in the left shoulder.
Rhode let out a yell of pain and covered the wound with her free hand. “Auhg… You piece of shit!”
“I apologise, I can’t hear you over the fucks I can’t give.” He fires again, narrowly missing her knee.
She growled at him and began to back up slowly. She needed to get out before she got hurt again.
He chuckles. “Running off? Coward.”
“You know what?!” She walked back over and got barely a foot away from him. “No. I’m not running off.”
“Funny.” He punches her in the wound.
She let out a gasp of pain but stood her ground and threw a punch at his jaw with her right hand.
He takes the punch, unmoved. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Not even close.” She aimed a hard kick at his left knee. She wasn’t as fast on her feet due to the blood loss from her wound, but collected most of her strength into the kick.
He grabs the leg, and brings his elbow down on her knee, hard.
This earned another loud shout of pain as she collapsed to the ground.
“Still want to mess with me?” He kicks her in the stomach.
She gasped in pain again, but still tried to get up, completely ignoring his question.
He rips off her helmet, bringing his head close to hers. “I. Asked. You. A. Question.”
She glared at him, the look in her eyes filled with hate, and she still didn’t answer him.
He huffs, then punches her in the nose.
She brings her left hand up and holds her nose, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s groaning in pain.
He pulls out the strange gem, and presses it against her. A red glow envelops her, and her wounds begin to stitch back together.
She opens her eyes and looks around her. Seeing the red glow, she begins to panic, unsure of what’s going on. “W-what is this? What are you doing?”
“It heals you. But I’m not being kind, I just want you intact. A fragile opponent is much less of a challenge.” He hauls her to her feet, and pushes her across the room opposite him.
((wearing a helmet))
The kick got her good, and she flew backwards. She was on the ground for a few seconds before weakly getting back up.“Want some more?” He spat at her.
She was taking ragged breaths and just glared at him without replying.
He pulls out an old style Magnum .44 revolver. “This, albeit old, can pack quite a punch. Would you like to try it?”
“Depends. Can I use it on you?” Her tone was viscous.
“No, I was thinking the other way around.” He fires lazily at her, catching her in the left shoulder.
Rhode let out a yell of pain and covered the wound with her free hand. “Auhg… You piece of shit!”
“I apologise, I can’t hear you over the fucks I can’t give.” He fires again, narrowly missing her knee.
She growled at him and began to back up slowly. She needed to get out before she got hurt again.
He chuckles. “Running off? Coward.”
“You know what?!” She walked back over and got barely a foot away from him. “No. I’m not running off.”
“Funny.” He punches her in the wound.
She let out a gasp of pain but stood her ground and threw a punch at his jaw with her right hand.
He takes the punch, unmoved. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Not even close.” She aimed a hard kick at his left knee. She wasn’t as fast on her feet due to the blood loss from her wound, but collected most of her strength into the kick.
He grabs the leg, and brings his elbow down on her knee, hard.
This earned another loud shout of pain as she collapsed to the ground.
“Still want to mess with me?” He kicks her in the stomach.
She gasped in pain again, but still tried to get up, completely ignoring his question.
He rips off her helmet, bringing his head close to hers. “I. Asked. You. A. Question.”
She glared at him, the look in her eyes filled with hate, and she still didn’t answer him.
He huffs, then punches her in the nose.
She brings her left hand up and holds her nose, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s groaning in pain.
He pulls out the strange gem, and presses it against her. A red glow envelops her, and her wounds begin to stitch back together.
((wearing a helmet))
The kick got her good, and she flew backwards. She was on the ground for a few seconds before weakly getting back up.“Want some more?” He spat at her.
She was taking ragged breaths and just glared at him without replying.
He pulls out an old style Magnum .44 revolver. “This, albeit old, can pack quite a punch. Would you like to try it?”
“Depends. Can I use it on you?” Her tone was viscous.
“No, I was thinking the other way around.” He fires lazily at her, catching her in the left shoulder.
Rhode let out a yell of pain and covered the wound with her free hand. “Auhg… You piece of shit!”
“I apologise, I can’t hear you over the fucks I can’t give.” He fires again, narrowly missing her knee.
She growled at him and began to back up slowly. She needed to get out before she got hurt again.
He chuckles. “Running off? Coward.”
“You know what?!” She walked back over and got barely a foot away from him. “No. I’m not running off.”
“Funny.” He punches her in the wound.
She let out a gasp of pain but stood her ground and threw a punch at his jaw with her right hand.
He takes the punch, unmoved. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Not even close.” She aimed a hard kick at his left knee. She wasn’t as fast on her feet due to the blood loss from her wound, but collected most of her strength into the kick.
He grabs the leg, and brings his elbow down on her knee, hard.
This earned another loud shout of pain as she collapsed to the ground.
“Still want to mess with me?” He kicks her in the stomach.
She gasped in pain again, but still tried to get up, completely ignoring his question.
He rips off her helmet, bringing his head close to hers. “I. Asked. You. A. Question.”
She glared at him, the look in her eyes filled with hate, and she still didn’t answer him.
He huffs, then punches her in the nose.
((wearing a helmet))
The kick got her good, and she flew backwards. She was on the ground for a few seconds before weakly getting back up.“Want some more?” He spat at her.
She was taking ragged breaths and just glared at him without replying.
He pulls out an old style Magnum .44 revolver. “This, albeit old, can pack quite a punch. Would you like to try it?”
“Depends. Can I use it on you?” Her tone was viscous.
“No, I was thinking the other way around.” He fires lazily at her, catching her in the left shoulder.
Rhode let out a yell of pain and covered the wound with her free hand. “Auhg… You piece of shit!”
“I apologise, I can’t hear you over the fucks I can’t give.” He fires again, narrowly missing her knee.
She growled at him and began to back up slowly. She needed to get out before she got hurt again.
He chuckles. “Running off? Coward.”
“You know what?!” She walked back over and got barely a foot away from him. “No. I’m not running off.”
“Funny.” He punches her in the wound.
She let out a gasp of pain but stood her ground and threw a punch at his jaw with her right hand.
He takes the punch, unmoved. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Not even close.” She aimed a hard kick at his left knee. She wasn’t as fast on her feet due to the blood loss from her wound, but collected most of her strength into the kick.
He grabs the leg, and brings his elbow down on her knee, hard.
This earned another loud shout of pain as she collapsed to the ground.
“Still want to mess with me?” He kicks her in the stomach.
She gasped in pain again, but still tried to get up, completely ignoring his question.
He rips off her helmet, bringing his head close to hers. “I. Asked. You. A. Question.”
