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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 3:54:23 GMT
He could see almost immediately. His movements were barely audible. He moved up in front of her and threw a punch for her gut.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 4:04:56 GMT
There wasn't much to hear. Alice doubted the stranger would remain still. Otherwise there would be no point in taking care of the lights. But she simply couldn't hear him. The punch connected with her gut and she was pushed back. It hurt...A lot..But there was no time to be still. Barely pausing for breath she executed three back flips. They weren't quite as pretty as usual but they were still fast and effective. So he could fight very well in the dark? She'd need to do something about that.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 4:07:15 GMT
He rushed forward, grabbing a chair from a cubicle. He wheeled it forward to give her something to listen to, and then grabbed an electric pencil sharpener, waited for her to stop or move slowly enough, and whipped it forward, at her head.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 4:18:28 GMT
And suddenly there was noise. Never a good sign from someone who could move practically silently. It was some sort of decoy. She was sure. She paused to save her energy and contemplate her next move. At least her eyes had finally adjusted somewhat. Her vision was still pretty terrible but she could make out some shapes if they were close enough. She sensed more than saw the pencil sharpener. She reflexively ducked and the thing clattered behind her.
She remembered where the sword had been when the lights were on. She doubted it had moved since then. She rushed towards it, being prepared to dodge roll in case the stranger appeared out of no where to stop her. At the very least she'd feel much safer with her vorpal blade.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 4:23:47 GMT
He saw her movements. He dashed for her, keeping low, to try to keep hidden. He was going to incapacitate her now, if he could. He had to put an end to her and go after the other man.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 4:27:21 GMT
Her finger's curled around the hilt of her estoc. She knew the stranger had to have heard her. She threw up her sword and held it out in front of her protectively, trying to figure out just where he was. "I need to have the League of Shadows train me. They did such a good job with you!" There was no need to be quiet. Not since he knew where she was.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 4:28:45 GMT
He was in no mood anymore. She had her weapon. He moved in as close as he could and let fly a flurry of punches, aiming for her face, neck and chest.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 4:37:14 GMT
Alice managed to dodge some of the punches but plenty left their mark. They stung a bit but her adrenaline was pumping and her sense of pain was dulled. This wasn't an opponent she could afford to be easy on, even if she didn't want him harmed. She'd have to start taking this seriously and rely on her estoc even if it was dangerous.
As he was right in front of her she could make him out. She jumped up and slashed downwards, aiming for his throat.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 4:38:28 GMT
He drew his arms up, catching the blade against his spikes. It hurt; they were made for katanas or knives, not a sword like this. He struggled and pushed up, trying to push the blade away. He needed to go back to his rapid boxing punches.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 4:44:00 GMT
Alice pushed down with every ounce of strength she possessed. She was stronger than she looked and she was in the better position at the moment. She needed to press her advantage.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 4:45:07 GMT
He struggled, but then let himself go limp and just fall to the floor. He lashed his legs out for hers, attempting to take one, if not both of them out.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 4:55:26 GMT
Alice was so focused on pushing him down that she didn't respond fast enough when he lashed out. She stumbled and half fell but managed to catch herself. She reflexively tightened her grip of the estoc but her position was poor. A good shove could really send her off balance.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 4:56:21 GMT
He rolled and threw a punch for her chest. He shot his other hand up, going for her sword. He had to get control of it.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 5:01:23 GMT
She was too unsteady on her feet at the moment to block or dodge the punch but he grip on the sword was firm. She moved the blade out of reach before swinging it down hard, aiming for the arm that was still pressed against her chest.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 5:03:26 GMT
He rolled away to avoid the sword. No good, she was seeing now. He wasn't sure how much, but he figured she had to have some nightvision by now. But regardless, she felt him obviously from that one. He needed to think.
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