04-06-2009, 04:43 PM
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The black brute’s kick had caught the in the ribs, but the attempt to dodge it had lessened the impact of the blow, if only barely. It was not enough to make the thing fall so that he could leap upon him like some creature feeding upon the dark. And there was a darkness in the other—he could smell it, taste it just as one could smell and taste his next meal. That was what he wanted. And the blood would let him know. (What kind of darkness was it, that darkness inherent in all creatures?) But once again the quick creature dodged his attack and kept that distance between them. A leer ripped across his maw as the darkness flickered in those fathomless orbs. While the technique used by the other was unfamiliar, perhaps even crude for all its effectiveness, it seemed as if the other had anticipated some of his moves. And that tainted mind wondered where he may have seen it....
As the masked man struck, the Korean’s instinct brought his hand down in an arc, the block executed with those eerily fluid movements. The block, executed with his own rolled fist, his wrist twisting, caught the other’s punch as he moved forward in pursuit, unwilling to allow the space between them to linger long. And suddenly the male’s face was washed by the coolness, and it whipped away even the leer. It was empty now, more dangerous than it had been as if signifying that this were no longer a game. "Why so intent to fight," that suave tenor came, "If you will continually part our inevitable union?" And there was a sinister flicker in those abyssal eyes as the obvious innuendo was spoken. The soft grating broke the silence as his arms rose in that boxer’s block, ever present to deflect the other’s attempts. Then he struck, jabbing once, twice, thrice with his left before swinging his right in a powerful arc with such celerity that it did indeed whistle in the air, his fur snapping with the speed of the fist that twisted with anticipation of contact.
Yay, awesome, haha ^=^
300+
The black brute’s kick had caught the in the ribs, but the attempt to dodge it had lessened the impact of the blow, if only barely. It was not enough to make the thing fall so that he could leap upon him like some creature feeding upon the dark. And there was a darkness in the other—he could smell it, taste it just as one could smell and taste his next meal. That was what he wanted. And the blood would let him know. (What kind of darkness was it, that darkness inherent in all creatures?) But once again the quick creature dodged his attack and kept that distance between them. A leer ripped across his maw as the darkness flickered in those fathomless orbs. While the technique used by the other was unfamiliar, perhaps even crude for all its effectiveness, it seemed as if the other had anticipated some of his moves. And that tainted mind wondered where he may have seen it....
As the masked man struck, the Korean’s instinct brought his hand down in an arc, the block executed with those eerily fluid movements. The block, executed with his own rolled fist, his wrist twisting, caught the other’s punch as he moved forward in pursuit, unwilling to allow the space between them to linger long. And suddenly the male’s face was washed by the coolness, and it whipped away even the leer. It was empty now, more dangerous than it had been as if signifying that this were no longer a game. "Why so intent to fight," that suave tenor came, "If you will continually part our inevitable union?" And there was a sinister flicker in those abyssal eyes as the obvious innuendo was spoken. The soft grating broke the silence as his arms rose in that boxer’s block, ever present to deflect the other’s attempts. Then he struck, jabbing once, twice, thrice with his left before swinging his right in a powerful arc with such celerity that it did indeed whistle in the air, his fur snapping with the speed of the fist that twisted with anticipation of contact.