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Post by Ivan Sahale on Jun 6, 2014 23:36:20 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... The collision was brief, he felt his fist collide against hers Ivan would feel his muscles tense, and his body weight leaned forward as he tried to resist her force. He had to admit she was strong, when her words rang in his ears he would feel his body tense with surprise as he suddenly felt something else his body go flying, Ivan was a large man, and not many were able to lift him; so when Zero sent him flying he felt his body airborne. Ivan would keep flying until his body crashed into something hard, his back would collide against the solid body of a thick tree it was with such force that the tree actually cracked on impact. Ivans eyes would shake, and his jaw would drop as a mixture of saliva with blood was forced out of his body, the cleaver fell to his side and his body hit the ground with a thud. He coughed slowly dragging his hands across the dirt floor of the forest until he was able to push himself up looking up with just one eye open he stared at the woman she was walking away? She was walking away from him!? Then it happened the same rage that he was all too familiar with, the same anger that would consume him, and blind him from all reason was finally free.
Like a boiling pot it overflowed inside of him consuming him entirely, Ivan reached for the hilt of his sword pulling it from the ground before standing fully upright his body felt weak, and droplets of blood spilled from his many cuts. But one injury in particular he had failed to notice was the cut on his neck that she left him; he was so consumed by surprise at the moment of impact that he failed to notice she would have killed him there, and then. "SILVER FOX!" he yelled out raising his cleaver overhead, then kicking of the ground charging at the woman both eyes wide with rage as he got closer to her. From a distance the scene would look quite dramatic their silhouettes moving with the blazing fire in the background. When he was close he allowed the weight of his cleaver to come down at her with a heavy swing aiming to dig the edge of his cleaver into her body.
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Post by Zero Valentine on Jun 7, 2014 0:18:35 GMT -6
I'LL BURN IT ALL DOWN
She felt it in the air before she heard him – he was just as stupid as ever. Pausing she waited till his form was racing towards her and as he raised his sword she spun with her blade in hand. She felt it connect with his torso, given that she had ducked then moved to push through, the blade had sliced him from his lower abdomen to his pectoral. She had every opportunity to finish him off then and there but again she resisted. Instead she brought the hilt of her blade down on his temple, the force of it she had to maintain so she wouldn’t kill him and only would knock him out.
It was lucky that she did, for she felt her body sway slightly as his slumped to the ground. Her own body was buckling under the pressure of his attacks that she willing took and soon she found herself stumbling. Though she kept her upright stance she did have to lean on her blade. “Why…” By now her eye had returned to its normal colour of red and she hovered over his form noticing the bandage on over his shoulder that she had put there herself only days before. Letting out a scream she hated herself. She vowed not to let the rage wash over her again and yet she had broken that very vow. How the hell was she meant to live with herself if she can’t control the rage within her? “ORIK!” She yelled to the sky not expecting an answer and not really caring for one “Why didn’t you let me die?” she mumbled before taking one last look at Ivan and pushing herself off her sword. She didn’t understand what she wanted him to live or why it bothered her that she did this to him. She also didn’t understand why even in rage she couldn’t kill him.
Stumbling she walked through the forest and to the village, calling for a healer as people raced over to her. By now she was to beat up to even rage so she wasn’t worried for their safety though she knew she wouldn’t grace this land again for some time – she needed to control this. “I’m fine, just go back to where that butcher of a doctor lived. You will find a man there, yes the one you sent. He is in need of healing. No I said I will be fine.” Gathering her strength she pushed through the people who showed concern and thanks, managing to jump up on the nearest roof top only to jump again still she reached the safety of the trees.
Making distance between herself and people she finally stopped – rest on the tree branch she sat and pulled at her bag. Digging into it to find some healing supplies she began to work at her wounds realising then that she needed water. Pushing herself back up, she nearly fell from the branch but with a swift had she steadied herself. It was the loss of blood that had her swaying but she had to get to water in order to stop it. So once again she was on the move.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on Jun 7, 2014 23:53:54 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... The mighty cleaver that he would swing at the woman with an intense rage aiming to cleave the silver haired woman in half would hit nothing but air, Ivan watched as his blade traveled straight down smashing into the ground the sharpened edge of the cleaver would slice nothing but air, and dirt. Then came the follow up a swift strike to his body, the pair of golden eyes would widen as he felt his skin part at the point of impact. Like fountain blood spilled from his body staining the floor in front of Ivan, he felt the hilt of his sword slip from his hands the heavy blade slamming into the ground soon after its master following suit his knees finding themselves planted on the ground. Ivan would stay still his eyes shaking with a mixture of fear, and disbelief. Was this where he was meant to die? Was this as far as he was meant to go? He felt a knot chock up his throat as he rolled his eyes to the corner of their sockets staring at the figure of the woman who now stood over him, the opening was there for her, and the movement of her arm made him believe that she was going to take the strike.
Ivan stared in silence unable to move, even if he wanted to his body was not responding when the impact came though instead of feeling his life extinguished the man would feel his senses rocked as his pupils faded slightly, and his body went limp; falling over the large injured man hit the ground with a thud.....
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With a sharp inhale Ivan would sit up on a bed, his eyes looking to all sides, and his mind racing the last thing he remembered he was in the wilderness, and the flaming background set the stage for the battle he had with the Silver Fox. A battle he had yet again lost, however the difference this time was that he was not angry at the loss, no, he was concerned. Ivan sat there his eyes looking down at the bed sheets that covered half his frame, slowly these eyes would trail up the new scar that now decorated his torso. Ivans hand would run across the bumps that made up the stitching on the wound, every inch he moved a memory of the night before would flash into his mind. But what stuck with him the most were her eyes, the deep dark eyes that were filled with nothing but killer intent. Ivan took his hand from the scar not completing the trail upwards, he would merely hold his hand out for a moment Ivan would lose himself in his thoughts, a mixture of feelings would flow from his person at this point.
There was of course the familiar rage that threatened to cloud his judgement, but also there was something more soothing, there a warm sensation stirring inside of him, it was a familiar feeling to him he had reserved this caring sensation for the members of his tribe the ones he considered important to him. But the image that was in front of his eyes was not the familiar sight that usually accompanied this feeling, no this time he was staring at her, and his hand was outreached towards her. Ivan would feel his breath catch itself in his lungs, "Ze---" he stopped himself, the eyes that swelled with concern sharpened into a glare similar to the one he had given her before. "No..." he said lowering his hand, and turning away from the image his mind was placing before him, he would grind his teeth together as the image of the silver haired woman was distorted, and twisted in his own mind. "She's not...human...she's not someone who deserves my pity..." he said these words to himself taking in a deep breath now Ivan would close both hands into a pair of firm fists.
"No, she must be destroyed. She must be put down for the good of everyone..." pushing himself up from the bed Ivan would limp slightly as he reached for the heavy coat he always wore throwing on the battle worn accessory, his cleaver always nearby he reached for the hilt. It was time for him to submerge himself in the solitude of nature, the one element he held a deep connection with, he needed to become strong so that when he re emerged he would extinguish the Silver Fox from existence. Ivan would push his cleaver into its holster, his mind already setting the following idea into stone, "She is not human, just an animal that needs to be put down" with that he turned walking from the room he was in, as he practically stormed out he pushed, and forced his way through the healer who tried to stop him. Ivan worked his way to the exit stepping out in the open, he had no time to waste, and he had much work to do if he was going to kill the one thing that in his eyes had become the biggest threat to all living things within her reach.
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