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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 17:44:39 GMT
He let go and twisted to avoid it, but that put a few feet between them now. He grabbed the nearest chair and swung it down for her, moving forward to get into range.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 17:50:09 GMT
He backed away and she finally had a chance to leap to her feet. He grabbed the chair as she steadied herself. She sprinted towards the left to dodge the blow. The chair could still be problematic though. She turned towards the man with her blade positioned defensively in front of her, waiting to see what he would do. She hadn't had much time to doge. She was barely a few inches away.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 17:53:52 GMT
He span around and let the chair fly at her. It was big enough to shield most of him from her sight, he figured. If she dodged, cut it down, or whatever she did, he had time to move.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 17:58:56 GMT
Alice violently knocked the chair aside with the force of her sword. It nosily clattered to the ground much more damaged than before. "I just want to leave," she repeated. It was probably a useless hope but she really wanted him to let her escape. She didn't want to be imprisoned and she didn't want to hurt him. Still, she doubted he would change his mind. Always worth an extra attempt, though.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 18:00:00 GMT
After the chair fell, he was right in front of her, twisting and shooting his left arm forward for a jab. He was going back to boxing for now, then he'd aim for pressure points to take her down after he had given some punches.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 18:05:40 GMT
She had opened herself up to attack when she moved the blade to knock aside the chair. The jab hit her chest. She managed to twist away from some of his other blows, bringing the estoc back to protect herself. She couldn't let him continue to fight close quarters like this. He was a good boxer and he knew the pressure points well. She thrust out her leg trying to sweep the man's legs out from underneath him or at least unsteady him a bit so she could pull back. Meanwhile she kept her Vorpal Blade ready to deflect more blows.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 18:07:12 GMT
He felt her attempt at sweeping, but he was heavier, and she didn't have the power needed. He went for her wrist to try to gain control of the sword; that was still his first priority.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 18:13:01 GMT
No good. He'd been fighting with her too long to be surprised by her strength. He probably guessed her abilities by now. And even though she was stronger than she looked and stronger than most people her size, her strength was nothing in comparison to a man with his build.
She saw him moving for her wrist. Protecting her hold on the sword was more important than anything. She flicked her wrist to the side and made a sweeping blow towards the man's chest. She needed to push him back.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 18:13:55 GMT
He barely dodged in time. His tunic was cut, but the cut didn't draw too much blood. He didn't think her sword had any of his blood, at least.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 18:16:34 GMT
A violent assault would be best. She needed to keep him busy so he couldn't box her in with his jabs and punches. She unleashed a flurry of blows in his general direction. Precision wasn't important at the moment. If she could make contact anywhere that would be good. The important this was to keep him off her back.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 18:17:31 GMT
He kept dodging back, unable to go on the offensive. With that force he wasn't sure if he'd be able to block with his spikes. He needed a new plan, but had nothing.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 18:24:12 GMT
Alice had endurance. She didn't think anything was connecting but the important thing was to keep up the force and momentum of her assault. She continued to swing like a mad woman. Well not quite like a mad woman. Her aim was too good for that. She wasn't specifying a target area but her swings did follow his general movement, just aiming for his person.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 18:26:25 GMT
It was getting hard to think. If he were Batman, he'd have this done long before this happened. But he wasn't; he was Bruce Wayne, in a League uniform. There was a whole different mentality here. He had the training, the ability to handle this, but he couldn't, not as he wanted to.
He kept thinking, but soon he'd be out of options, and that man would be gone and he couldn't catch him.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 24, 2013 18:31:51 GMT
She knew she couldn't keep this up forever but the adrenaline was pumping and she'd hold out for as long as she could. If Jack wasn't gone yet he'd need more time. She doubted he could flee out the windows like she could. He'd have a much harder time escaping.
"Give up. I don't want to hurt you."
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 24, 2013 18:33:19 GMT
"For someone swinging a sword around, that doesn't sound right," he growled.
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