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Post by ghostlight on May 30, 2009 13:13:35 GMT -5
The strike hit with such force that the contents of Giddien's stomach came out in a rush. It did not stop his body from reacting. He rolled backward then was crouched on the balls of his feet, on hand cupping his crotch "....you are a dead man." His voice was as cold as death, as he stood he popped his neck.
Giddien put his hand on the bar to steady himself, "That was a low blow...even on a literal standard...”
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Post by Sarpek on May 30, 2009 13:41:24 GMT -5
Sarpek dives onto Giddien from behind, trying for a sleeper hold. He is wearing some old rather battered police riot gear, the clear face shield replaced by a metal plate with two slits.
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Post by ghostlight on May 30, 2009 13:54:42 GMT -5
Staggering under the weight, feeling the facemask dig into the side of his head. "...not to bright are you..prasistant...but not bright" reaching back and feeling for the head gear he pulls, the mask mashing Sarpek's face. Giddien shifted and threw Sarpek from his back landing him with a heavy thud.
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Post by Sarpek on May 30, 2009 14:03:03 GMT -5
Sarpek lands with a heavy thud and an oof, clanking onto the floor. "No, I just did that so she could get behind you." There is a tinkle of glass as a bottle is brought down on a head.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 14:04:01 GMT -5
Leon, hands on his knees many feet from Giddien, was catching his ragged breath and rubbing his arm. It would be alright, thank god the armlock hadn't been secured. Seeing Sarpek throw himself upon Giddien, Leon tilted his head and considered things for a moment. Then shrugged and made his way to the bar where ValJohn was already pouring him a tumbler of Leon Special- 2 parts rum, 1 part vodka, 2 more parts rum, 3 parts vodka...
"Something to replenish those electrolytes," the cook said.
Leon gave a short laugh and lifted the glass in the direction of the brawl. "To SOMEBODY gettin' their ass kicked today!" and with that, he downed half the glass. He wondered how Sarpek would fare. He looked like some sort of...knight. Sarpeksalot?
"Ee!" Leon winced as Sarpek landed, but put a fist out into the air.
"You got him right where you want him! C'mon, Sar! Get back up and thump him!"
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Post by Angel on May 30, 2009 14:06:20 GMT -5
*The now human corpse suddenly sits up* "Jesus fucking Christ do you people ever fucking stop? Do you realize how much of a massive migraine you'll get from a headshot?" *Pulls out a pair of pistols* "Now I'll give you to the count of three to either finish this up, or eat bullets. And don't even think about trying to take me out, because I'm a Corper. Killing shit is what I do, and should I fall, I can just as easily bring the horde here. Understand? I want quiet. Now." OOC: And that's how we end a fight without shooting someone in the back, while also bringing me back.  |
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 14:11:08 GMT -5
Leon shoots Engel an odd look.
"We want to end the fight??? Sarpek's just getting started! Let him have a go! You sit. Have a drink, yeah?"
((*Edit: Just saw his other post. Sarpek, we're gonna ignore that post. That's the kind of shit that makes me have to hit the no-cheatin' switch and turn your guns into rosepetals and call you a n00b and I don't wanna do either cause you're fun.))
Leon downs the rest of his tumbler and turns to ValJohn for another. "Engel, what would you like?"
*Edit: Name
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Post by Angel on May 30, 2009 14:14:19 GMT -5
OOC: I did! Perfect chance for me to look like a cranky zambah bad-ass at that!
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Post by Angel on May 30, 2009 14:15:38 GMT -5
"Mate, I've got a migraine to start, vodka will make me have a hangover to high hell on top. This can be finished tomorrow when I don't feel like shit. Cool?"
OOC: Also, it's Engel.
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Post by ghostlight on May 30, 2009 14:21:50 GMT -5
Now on one knee and his ears ringing from the crack on the head he relized what he had landed on. Pressed between the floor and his knee was the squirming Sarpek, leaning down, his forhead pressed to the forhead of the mask, "Do NOT make me put my mask on...please"
OOC: Leon...I hope this makes you laugh as much as it made me.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 14:22:40 GMT -5
((Ah, shit. Thanks.))
"Well, I figure Sarpek deserves at least one more run at him. Whaddya say? Meanwhile, you can have something non-alcoholic. Like piss. hah!"
((*edit: Good God, we're gonna have to work on our timing. Or I am. w/e.))
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Post by Angel on May 30, 2009 14:28:40 GMT -5
*Engel fires multiple warning shots towards the fighters*
"That's it. Three seconds is more than up. The next person to do anything violent gets a bullet to the head. I came here for completely non-zambah reasons, went through hell trying to make it back here, and this is the shit I have to deal with? God damnit I want SILENCE!"
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Post by Angel on May 30, 2009 14:32:13 GMT -5
*Everyone finally stops long enough to fully listen*
"I've traveled all over this god damned city to try and find this bar. I'm looking for a friend, that's all, and I'd really appreciate it if y'all would quit it long enough for me to get my bearing straight. So, can we stop the fighting and be peaceful for a bit so I can rest?
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 14:37:16 GMT -5
"God damn it," says Leon. "Why can't you just punch or slap like a real man. You gotta go and put holes in my god damned ceiling and walls? Like they don't have enough already thanks to Vito and Axe and god only knows who else? I mean why don't you just bodily stop them yourself? YOU, sir, are cut off!"
Leon gestures dramatically, but it's made comedic by his slight stagger, his body following his arm as he sways and slurs.
"Who you lookin' for, anyway? And how you know to come here when you was a ZED?" Leon narrows his drunken eyes to slits.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 30, 2009 15:45:54 GMT -5
Man. *looks around* Killed the fight, and for what? *throws his shoe at Engel* not even an anecdote!!
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