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Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao gave a slight nod. Like always, her words stung with truth. He had been out of the fight too long and his depression stole much more skill than the Royal who ordered the removal of his arm. This wasn't who he was, and yet, he had embraced it until Tay came along, teasing him with her good sense to be more than who he had become.
Jintao's fingers tightened on the dagger's handle. The sting of raw skin sent tickles through his wrist. He loosened the grip. He couldn't fight. Or at least, his soul told him not too. Continuing with Tay would only get him killed. He tightened his grip once again. Did that truly matter? If he didn't continue, someone else would have the honor.
Tay fiddled with her blade, her eyes dull with her past. No, Jintao's whole being seemed to warn, but if a fight was going to end poorly for him, he'd rather it be with Tay than anyone else. They were here alone anyway, and here was much better than the prying eyes of the Quartermistress.
Jintao stepped forward, trying his grip on the dagger. "We shall continue then," he held the blade ready for contact, "but note this: should I fail to you, they will execute you for my rank. Escape before my body hits the floor, even if you have to swim to shore."
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The woman's head lifted slightly, and she met his gaze with a look of question. "What?" Her tone fell flat, along with her grasping jaw. "I will not- I.."
The man begged her sanity leave.
Thatched floorboards regained her attention, "I never said I aspired to kill you, Jintao. What on earth are you on about?"
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
The woman's head lifted slightly, and she met his gaze with a look of question. "What?" Her tone fell flat, along with her grasping jaw. "I will not- I.."
The man begged her sanity leave.
Thatched floorboards regained her attention, "I never said I aspired to kill you, Jintao. What on earth are you on about?"
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Jintao stepped to the side. He kept his blade outward with a directed slant toward the floor. An old excitement quivered in his shoulders, but it wasn't the same as earlier. He was about to get more serious, and tightening his grip once more, he feared its outcome.
"You fight on defense. I fight for a show of skill. Yours is likely to get one killed, and not in a pleasant or planned way. Mine- a dance, gives the opportunity of a mercy plea, or, as..."
The blade lowered. Jintao brought it close to him, his gaze going empty. The Destruction. Oh, how she loved to haunt him in even the least expected areas. Dance, he had been using the term all along just for it to dawn on him that it was a term only the Destruction had used.
The thoughts rolled around in his head once more. A mercy plea- no. Even if one did plea for it, they would never receive what they expected. Death alone would be the better option if they didn't fear what may be on the other side.
Jintao bounced the blade in his hand. Tay was sure to notice his sudden silence, that is, if his face hadn't gone pale. "Never mind that," he returned the blade to its position and tightened his jaw. He found his focus on Tay's ears, a pretense of eye contact.
"If you fight for defense only and panic, you're likely to do something you'll regret. And as for me, I'm not ready to fight you off as I'm still fighting with my right."
What a fool he must have looked. Still fighting with his right? Perhaps only he knew what it was like, but he hoped Tay would understand. He put his blade in his pocket and grasped his empty sleeve. "This is why I'm so slow. I'm right-handed and have always fought right. Despite this being gone," he shook the sleeve, his grip getting tighter, "it still itches like it has never left. My brain wants me to use this hand and I can't get my experience into my left hand."
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao stepped to the side. He kept his blade outward with a directed slant toward the floor. An old excitement quivered in his shoulders, but it wasn't the same as earlier. He was about to get more serious, and tightening his grip once more, he feared its outcome.
"You fight on defense. I fight for a show of skill. Yours is likely to get one killed, and not in a pleasant or planned way. Mine- a dance, gives the opportunity of a mercy plea, or, as..."
The blade lowered. Jintao brought it close to him, his gaze going empty. The Destruction. Oh, how she loved to haunt him in even the least expected areas. Dance, he had been using the term all along just for it to dawn on him that it was a term only the Destruction had used.
The thoughts rolled around in his head once more. A mercy plea- no. Even if one did plea for it, they would never receive what they expected. Death alone would be the better option if they didn't fear what may be on the other side.
Jintao bounced the blade in his hand. Tay was sure to notice his sudden silence, that is, if his face hadn't gone pale. "Never mind that," he returned the blade to its position and tightened his jaw. He found his focus on Tay's ears, a pretense of eye contact.
"If you fight for defense only and panic, you're likely to do something you'll regret. And as for me, I'm not ready to fight you off as I'm still fighting with my right."
What a fool he must have looked. Still fighting with his right? Perhaps only he knew what it was like, but he hoped Tay would understand. He put his blade in his pocket and grasped his empty sleeve. "This is why I'm so slow. I'm right-handed and have always fought right. Despite this being gone," he shook the sleeve, his grip getting tighter, "it still itches like it has never left. My brain wants me to use this hand and I can't get my experience into my left hand."
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(Not me forgetting he is missing an arm...)
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao stepped to the side. He kept his blade outward with a directed slant toward the floor. An old excitement quivered in his shoulders, but it wasn't the same as earlier. He was about to get more serious, and tightening his grip once more, he feared its outcome.
"You fight on defense. I fight for a show of skill. Yours is likely to get one killed, and not in a pleasant or planned way. Mine- a dance, gives the opportunity of a mercy plea, or, as..."
The blade lowered. Jintao brought it close to him, his gaze going empty. The Destruction. Oh, how she loved to haunt him in even the least expected areas. Dance, he had been using the term all along just for it to dawn on him that it was a term only the Destruction had used.
The thoughts rolled around in his head once more. A mercy plea- no. Even if one did plea for it, they would never receive what they expected. Death alone would be the better option if they didn't fear what may be on the other side.
Jintao bounced the blade in his hand. Tay was sure to notice his sudden silence, that is, if his face hadn't gone pale. "Never mind that," he returned the blade to its position and tightened his jaw. He found his focus on Tay's ears, a pretense of eye contact.
"If you fight for defense only and panic, you're likely to do something you'll regret. And as for me, I'm not ready to fight you off as I'm still fighting with my right."
What a fool he must have looked. Still fighting with his right? Perhaps only he knew what it was like, but he hoped Tay would understand. He put his blade in his pocket and grasped his empty sleeve. "This is why I'm so slow. I'm right-handed and have always fought right. Despite this being gone," he shook the sleeve, his grip getting tighter, "it still itches like it has never left. My brain wants me to use this hand and I can't get my experience into my left hand."
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"That is a lie, man, and the excuse of a childish mind." The knives still circulated, flashing in the light. "Of course you're right handed. Why else would they have taken it? Of course it's demoting, of course it sends you into a shameful struggle thoughout these past years. Do not waste my hearing on obvious words. I am well aware of your disabilities, and more keen to your advantages." She shook hair from her eyes and looked up at him. "I cannot begin to help you until you make a move to help yourself. You know a lot, Jintao. But your application is lacking."
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
"I cannot begin to help you until you make a move to help yourself.
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(There are so many people I wish I had the guts to say this to or maybe the intimacy? These characters talk like they've known each other for the longest time even though they haven't.)
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
"That is a lie, man, and the excuse of a childish mind." The knives still circulated, flashing in the light. "Of course you're right handed. Why else would they have taken it? Of course it's demoting, of course it sends you into a shameful struggle thoughout these past years. Do not waste my hearing on obvious words. I am well aware of your disabilities, and more keen to your advantages." She shook hair from her eyes and looked up at him. "I cannot begin to help you until you make a move to help yourself. You know a lot, Jintao. But your application is lacking."
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They? How could she know? Jintao stepped back, brows lifted, then furrowed. She had slipped. She must of. Her wanted poster came to mind. Foolish him, once again. She was nothing but a trap- sent and paid for by who knows who to bring him to his demise.
Jintao let the sleeve fall slack. His reach into his pocket was slow with quivers. The handle of the blade still bore his warmth, begging for its fill of blood.
Relax, this isn't what it looks like, his conscience made its plea. She's not some bounty hunter, or else you would have seen the signs long before now. And yet the Destruction still got raided, he snapped at the thoughts. Brma got in, the Mavyaks escaped, well, at least two of them anyway, and one by one the members were snatched away by some unseen power that targeted the strongest. Curses, all of them.
Jintao slid the blade free from his pocket. Its thirsty glimmer caught his eye, cheering him on. More quivers threatened the sturdyness of his grip.
"They?" Tay hadn't moved. Eyes locked. Feet readied. Tay fell for the fatal blink. Jintao made his move. He grabbed her wrist, dagger still in hand, slamming her into the wall. Her knife fell, and he stepped on it before a rattle could be heard. He prepped his knees into her quadriceps, cutting her circulation to an uncontrollable tremble.
"Who are you working for, huh? Who hired you?" His dagger stuck into the wall by her head, her wrist still in his tightening grip. "The Royals, is it? Or the Raiders? I'll kill you either way, I don't care. Talk, Jordan, talk!"
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
They? How could she know? Jintao stepped back, brows lifted, then furrowed. She had slipped. She must of. Her wanted poster came to mind. Foolish him, once again. She was nothing but a trap- sent and paid for by who knows who to bring him to his demise.
Jintao let the sleeve fall slack. His reach into his pocket was slow with quivers. The handle of the blade still bore his warmth, begging for its fill of blood.
Relax, this isn't what it looks like, his conscience made its plea. She's not some bounty hunter, or else you would have seen the signs long before now. And yet the Destruction still got raided, he snapped at the thoughts. Brma got in, the Mavyaks escaped, well, at least two of them anyway, and one by one the members were snatched away by some unseen power that targeted the strongest. Curses, all of them.
Jintao slid the blade free from his pocket. Its thirsty glimmer caught his eye, cheering him on. More quivers threatened the sturdyness of his grip.
"They?" Tay hadn't moved. Eyes locked. Feet readied. Tay fell for the fatal blink. Jintao made his move. He grabbed her wrist, dagger still in hand, slamming her into the wall. Her knife fell, and he stepped on it before a rattle could be heard. He prepped his knees into her quadriceps, cutting her circulation to an uncontrollable tremble.
"Who are you working for, huh? Who hired you?" His dagger stuck into the wall by her head, her wrist still in his tightening grip. "The Royals, is it? Or the Raiders? I'll kill you either way, I don't care. Talk, Jordan, talk!"
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