Cassiopeia
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Post by Nicholas Cawdor on Dec 2, 2020 20:26:21 GMT -5
Nick watched her swing as she came up from her lunge, and he danced out of the way, just barely; he could feel the swing brush past his arm.
He didn't think, he only reacted, instinct carrying his back foot forward, his whole body moving with the staff as he swung forward, jabbing her in the gut with the end of the staff.
He hadn't quite realized the force behind his blow--this was a practice match, after all, he wasn't planning on hurting his own teammate. Rivals they may be, but he never once thought that Lillia was his enemy. She probably wouldn't agree with that statement anyone asked, but he still trusted her to have his back in the very real war they were fighting.
So, knocking her on her ass in the dirt? Not exactly planned. Sure, he'd thought about tripping her earlier, but there was a difference between tripping someone and knocking them so hard in the gut that you knocked the air out of them and they fell on their ass. Nick winced in sympathy.
"Whoops. Guess that knocks us back to a Beignet." He at least had the grace to look apologetic as he stepped closer and offered her a hand up. "Was the sun in your eyes or something, Beignet? You didn't even flinch."
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Aquila
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Tier 3 Character
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Post by Lillia St. James on Dec 2, 2020 21:21:44 GMT -5
The blow had not been expected because she was too distracted by the halo forming behind his head, making him look like a damn greek god. "Oof!" She breathed, gasping as the blow knocked the wind out of her, sending her back right onto her butt. There was a look of shock on her face as she wheezed for air, one hand on her stomach while the other gripped her staff. Her forearm rested on her brought up knee as she turned to the side for the moment, trying to suck in air. That was going to be sore later...
It was her own fault, which made her angry. This stupid boy was a distraction, as well as a challenge all in one. She heard his approach and glanced up while she sucked in a breath, glaring at him. She didn't take his offered hand. To disgusted with herself for not watching her surroundings, she lightly swatted it out of the way before brought the staff up with lightning speed, poking him in the chest with it. "Nah, just your ugly mug getting illuminated by the light." She muttered more to herself as she climbed to her feet.
She clenched her jaw and rested one end of the staff on her boot. Lightly tapping it against. "All or nothin, next blow wins, yeah?" She asked him. Her breathing was a still a little bit labored but she brushed it off and got prepared. It was now or never, and she was determined to focus this time.
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Cassiopeia
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Post by Nicholas Cawdor on Dec 6, 2020 16:06:21 GMT -5
Okay, he should have seen that coming. Maybe he did, and he just didn't care. Lillia obviously didn't accept his offer of his hand getting up, she swatted it away and jabbed him in the chest with her staff. He'd been asking for it, but the hit to his sternum still stung a little--both literally and figuratively.
He backed out of her way with a mock bow as she stood and readied herself to fight again. Alright, all or nothing it was. Just the hint of a smirk lingered on his face as he took his staff back into two hands and rolled his shoulders to ready himself. This was it, no more games.
"Next blow wins," he echoed, and then he went on the offensive.
She was quick, that much was true, but her anger got the better of her. She needed to trust her instincts, not try so hard to get revenge. There was more than one way to get the upper hand--brute force was his usual go-to, but wearing down an opponent worked just as well.
He came at her with a flurry of attacks, creating a pattern that he actually wanted her to notice. Side, side, shoulder, chest. Good. He could feel her getting more confident, falling into rhythm with him. She threw in a few attempts at hitting them, but he batted them away with his staff, and once with an elbow (no points, although he was sure he'd earned a bruise with that one).
What he hoped she would not notice, though, was that with each repetition, he was driving her back a step, towards the fence behind her. Closer...closer...there. He watched her step into it, and that slight falter of surprise was enough for him to knock her staff out of the way and lightly tap his staff on her shoulders. He tapped each one, just for good measure….and maybe just a little bit because he wanted to piss her off. He knew he was nearing the line of where she'd actually lose her temper with him, though, so he just winked and backed up out of her personal space.
"Alright now, Degraff, what is it that you wanted to tell the whole group?"
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Aquila
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Post by Lillia St. James on Dec 6, 2020 23:12:39 GMT -5
Try as she might...That temper of hers got the better of her. She thought she was doing alright, picking up on his pattern halfway through, before she tried to get in a few hits of her own. That competitive streak came out and she got too confident. She hadn't noticed how he was backing her up, and the moment she met the fence she faltered only slightly, but it was enough for him to get his opening.
Her staff was batted to the side and the next second she felt the hit to her shoulder. The fact he did it a second time merely pissed her off more, and she shot him a glare. She wanted to poke his eye out as he winked at her, and backed up.
That dread settled around her shoulders as she stared at him, scowling. Her grip was tight on the staff, as she clenched her jaw and stared at him for a moment, before she turned and started walking towards where the group was meeting. Some of the onlookers, mostly the ones Nick was friends with, were beginning to grin at her approach. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" She called, "Nicholas Cawdor has defeated me, Lillia DeGraff in a spar with his far superior skill." She announced. She looked over her shoulder at him, and glared. Giving him a "happy now?" look. "Well yeah, it's not a surprise. Nick's better." Someone chimed in. Lillia turned to look at the group, some had burst into applause for Nick, and a few others, mostly the girls she noted, had started to begin whispering among themselves. "Woo Nick!"
She hated this. And it merely made her more angry. To announce her loss, and that the gargoyle had one. It hurt her pride, and her knuckles were white on the staff. She started walking towards the weapon rack to put her staff back, turning away from the group so she wouldn't have to look at their faces I'm so tired of this. She thought to herself. Why couldn't he just stop? Why did he have to always challenge her? Why did she have to always give in? He got under her skin in a way no one else did. She wanted to beat him for once in a spar. To prove she wasn't some beignet. Or cupcake, or creme-puff. She was better then everyone here. She knew she was.
She lifted the staff up and put it in it's slot slowly, trying to get the anger she was currently feeling not affect her too much. They had a full day of training to do, and she really didn't want to spend it with wanting to rip Cawdors head off.
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