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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 6, 2012 3:55:40 GMT
The alien spoke in a gutteral language before letting loose with a crushing kick at his chest.
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 6, 2012 4:05:59 GMT
But the alien managed to jump back as well as bring his leg down for a heel drop kick at Lee's wrist. Besides, there was nothing there. After all, his abdomen was his chest.
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 6, 2012 4:39:56 GMT
The alien dodged to the side before aiming a chop at Lee's stomach, planning on just ending it quickly. It wouldn't kill him - Some humans were worth fighting.
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 8, 2012 0:22:49 GMT
The alien ducked down low before lunging foward, going for an uppercut at Lee from below.
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 9, 2012 3:47:18 GMT
The alien had already closed in with a brutal kick at Lee's chest.
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 18, 2012 10:31:35 GMT
[Okay yeah, utilizing GM powers here. If you have an objection, tell me.]
The alien dodged to the side, grabbing Lee's arm as he pulled Lee in towards him, lashing out with a side punch at his ribs before grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him to the ground, hovering over him, daring Lee to get back up.
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 25, 2012 3:57:16 GMT
Lee was dragged away and the alien pumped his fists, ready for another fight.
In the waiting room, a place soaked with blood and smelling disgusting Lyle ran water onto Lee's face, checking him over as he tried to get him to come to.
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Post by Philip Grant on Jan 25, 2012 20:28:08 GMT
Philip was looking for something. He just wasn't sure what it was yet.
The underground arena wasn't his first choice for spending the night by a long shot. Once he entered the room that overlooked the arena, he was bombarded instantly by the smell of booze and cigaret smoke. He sat down at one of the cheap wooden tables and looked down into the fighting ring. One of the "officials" were dragging away the loser of the last match while the other fighter was celebrating his latest victory.
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Post by Edward Teach on Jan 25, 2012 21:39:37 GMT
(Edward will take his turn now. Inform me of objections)
Edward stood, and flexed his neck, thinking, "Gaohtaros, your turn." and walked down to the arena. When he was in an area where no one could see him, Gaohtaros entered Edward's body, giving him the hair and beard, and he strode into the arena, facing down the alien and saying, "Bring it, tough guy."
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Post by Philip Grant on Jan 25, 2012 23:41:39 GMT
Philip watched as the next contender stepped up to challenge the alien. It was at this moment that Vincent chose to speak up, "So, do you think the alien guy is our meal ticket?"
Philip replied, "Let's let him finish this match. If he defeats the next contender, he might be the guy were looking for."
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 26, 2012 11:30:29 GMT
The alien barely looked up as Edward approached. He nodded to the officials and he was let into the arena.
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Lyle nodded. "This normally isn't my jurisdiction, but the SPD aren't going to solve this and humans are dying."
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Post by Edward Teach on Jan 26, 2012 13:31:26 GMT
Gaohtaros limbered up, rolling his neck and stretching his arms, then standing loose, yet confident.
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Post by Sakura Mouri-Kudo on Jan 26, 2012 13:45:01 GMT
Sakura was getting impatient as she waited for the order to attack and seize the property as she looked to Hoji for any words from command.
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Post by Hoji on Jan 26, 2012 14:17:22 GMT
"It's about time," he said, smiling a little when orders came, "Let's go."
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Post by Lyle Mundast / Cammy on Jan 27, 2012 2:56:10 GMT
The alien looked him over quickly, snorting.
The alien dashed foward with a punch to the head.
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