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Post by Scotland on May 14, 2012 11:47:59 GMT -5
[No problem with short, kinda moves things along. Who hasn't England fought with?]
The stick finished its swing over her head to point to his own right, leaving his left side open. And she took the opening, like a smart opponent should, driving one of her dagger hilts for his left ribs. He countered by simply turning his body. His right side turned towards her and he slid his right foot forward towards her so her stabbing hand ended up passing right in front of his stomach. He swung the stick back, now coming back at her from a slightly closer range, going for her head and neck level. He wasn't moving too quickly, nor using much force, as this was more to see how they moved together and give her sword dodging experience.
"Try ta come at me back, lass," he suggested. "Keep me turnin'."
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Post by Argentina on May 14, 2012 12:01:50 GMT -5
Argentina watched as the stick came at her for another blow, this time aiming a bit higher than the last swing. She quickly reacted by giving another duck, but this time, using her right foot to slide to the side. Tina nodded at what Scotland said about keeping him turning and stepped forward with her left foot now, going for Scotland's right shoulder with her left dagger. From the point of view of others, if people had been watching, it would probably almost give them the appearance of dancing, with how Argentina completely switched sides.
This was why Argentina preferred twin daggers over a sword. The grace and efficiency of it all has always won her over. You could swing from either side with ease, without the hassle of having to bring the arm your sword was in back around again.
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Post by Scotland on May 15, 2012 10:29:15 GMT -5
The swing missed, the girl ducking again, and then suddenly she was moving into his personal space. With her left hand coming up at his upper body, he just let her connect to dig the hilt of the dagger into his shoulder. He clapped his right hand over hers to try and keep her weapon trapped there while sharply jerking his upper body backwards in a lean to try and jerk her off balance. He didn't try to hold her hand too tightly, giving her the option to jerk away if she really wanted to.
At the same time, his stick-bearing left arm came back to curl around her at waist height in an attempt to pull her in tight to his body. He was aware this left her right hand free, and from this position she could easily dig it into his kidney or ribs.
[He's done these moves pretty much at the same time, so if she pulls her hand away, she'll have to deal with the arm behind her. I wanted to do one more move, but she's quick, so there's the chance she'll squirm away.]
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Post by Argentina on May 15, 2012 10:43:06 GMT -5
Tina's eyes widened at the sudden feel of Scotland's large hand clamping overtop of hers. Before she got the chance to pull away, she felt the stick in Scotland's left hand come close at her waist, forcing her to be pulled against him. Argentina understood he was giving her the chance to move away, but she wanted to make her next move as though this were a real fight - as if she were not given this chance - so Tina did not jerk back.
Instead, seeing an opening to get Scotland's ribcage, she tightly gripped her right dagger and jabbed it into Scotland's side in a single swift movement. Of course, like Scotland, Argentina was not really trying to inflict any pain, so she was careful not to hit him too hard.
Tina looked up at Scotland with determination and ambition in her bright eyes. She was on her toes at the moment, struggling to keep her balance against her height's will, and Scotland's will to throw her off balance. Tina wasn't going to give up that easily, even if they both were indeed caught in a bit of a tangle.
Argentina's cheeks felt warm, and she could tell they must've been tinted even the faintest visible shade of pink. She hated having someone in her personal space like this, especially pulled so closely, but hey; it was bound to happen sooner or later in a fight. Not that Tina was flustered or anything like that.
(Indeed, but Tina is also stubborn as hell. She doesn't want Scotland to be going easy on her, she wants the full experience of a real fight. She wouldn't take the easy way out~)
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Post by Scotland on May 16, 2012 7:55:04 GMT -5
Scotland's jaw tightened a bit when the hilt of the dagger jabbed into his ribs, knowing that would be a very distracting injury in a real fight. However, it would not have been the end of the fight. He also stared back down at her face with a bit a smirk as his fingers tightened over her trapped hand, looking for all the world like they were in the starting pose of a slow dance. He twisted his upper body sharply to his right and his right foot stepped out, turning his body 90 degrees from their starting point. He was trying to use her lesser body weight against her, trying to drag her off her feet with the sudden turn.
As he turned, he lowered his left knee as if he were going to dip her backwards down to the floor of the arena. While doing this, he has kept his green eyes on her face before he whispered harshly at her, "th'fish'r lurkin' behind ye..."
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Post by Argentina on May 16, 2012 8:42:13 GMT -5
Just like Scotland had wanted, the turn had finally been enough to pull Argentina right off of her feet. Argentina just stayed there in that position, staring up at Scotland's captivating eyes. She found herself almost frozen, so much so that she didn't catch what he had just said, nor noticed that their position had just changed and she was no longer standing on her toes.
However, hearing his distinct voice was finally enough to snap her out of it, and with a dazed expression and a red face, Tina finally forced herself to break away from the gaze. She cast an awkward glance to the side, trying to avoid looking back at Scotland again. After another moment or so of silence, Argentina finally began fidgetting, unsure how to react or what to do now.
"...What was that?" She asked nonchalantly, "W-what you said just now, I mean." Tina figured she should at least try to say something. After all, she really hadn't paid any attention to what Scotland whispered to her.
Tina's only thought by now is something along the lines of "Well, this feels annoyingly awkward." Were they still fighting? She couldn't even tell anymore.
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Post by Scotland on May 17, 2012 2:35:35 GMT -5
With her face having turned red, he assumed she was finally getting angry, and was about to explode in a flurry of activity, because so far, she hadn't struggled much. When she looked away, he tensed, ready to deal with the typical flailing of an incensed woman.
"...What was that? W-what you said just now, I mean."
Okay, maybe she was just really distracted. Scotland dropped the stick to curl his arm around her lower back, then lowered her to the ground entirely, lowering first her hips, and then her back and shoulders so she wouldn't strike her head.
"Nonsense," he admitted as he shifted a leg to straddle over her body. "Haiverin' be a good distraction. Yer enemy has'ta process wit ye said." (Haivering = talk nonsense)
Then he plopped his butt down to just barely rest on her belly, not about to drop his full weight on her tummy, and grabbed for the hand holding the dagger hilt into his ribs. His right hand continued to hold onto her left, keeping the dagger there pressed against his shoulder.
"As fer this, sometimes ye make wee sacrifices t'gain th' upper hand. Ye shoulda gone fer me back," he said as he leaned forward to look down into her face, throwing his face into shadow and chuckling a bit. "Checkmate."
[Dun dun dun, if England saw their positions, he'd completely flip out]
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Post by Argentina on May 17, 2012 6:16:57 GMT -5
(*Gigglesnort* I literally can visualize England having a spazz attack.)
Before she could have time to react - or maybe she's still just seriously distracted - Scotland shifted positions yet again. He had set her down fully on the arena floor, but more carefully than she had been expecting. Tina trembled and looked up at Scotland, cocking her jaw, before he suddenly pinned her down by lightly sitting atop her stomach. No matter how much weight he had put on her, it would still be enough to keep Argentina pinned, as he is larger than her.
"Checkmate?" Had he just said checkmate? She knew she had heard him right. A sudden look of realization flickered across Tina's face as she put the pieces together and figured out just what the definition of "haivering" is. "D-damn it!" She whined and began squirming and attempting to break free. Unfortunately, having her hands being held firmly in place by Scotland made this difficult. This new pinned position was even more awkward than before, and Tina didn't like it.
"God damn! That has to be cheating! You... y-you can't just pull something like that!" Tina cried out.
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Post by Scotland on May 19, 2012 12:59:53 GMT -5
His thighs tightened along either side of Argentina's torso when she began thrashing and squirming. Watching the realization she had been pinned leak into her face had been amusing to say the least.
"All's fair n'love n'war," he said in a sing-song voice in response to her cries of foul play. He let go of her hand at his shoulder to reach down and flick her forehead. Just for one more jab at her trapped position. "Ye ready ta try agin?"
With that, he let go of her hand at his ribs and stood up before stepping back to give her space to stand. He offered her a hand again with a grin. "Go fer me back 'his time, an' ignore any haiverin', ye ken?"
He enjoyed the nostalgia of the moment. He'd taught England much the same way, but he hadn't offered to help him up. England had to man up and get back to his own feet when knocked down. England had displayed a lot of raw power, but little finesse until tactics had been beaten into him through getting knocked down again and again. Too bad it hadn't been enough to save him from the Roman Empire. Or the Saxons. Or the French. The memories....
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Post by Argentina on May 19, 2012 13:06:48 GMT -5
Argentina sat up and puffed out her cheeks like a stubborn child. She looked up at Scotland before grudgingly putting her daggers in her boots and taking the hand, using it to pull herself up. Argentina dusted off her clothes before pulling out her daggers again, flipping them around so the blades were to her wrists again. "Alright, alright.. got'cha..." Tina sighed before feeling something cold touch one of her hands. She blinked and looked down at the back of her palm. Sure enough, there was a little snowflake sitting there, melting away a few seconds later from the warmth of her skin.
Tina looked up at the sky and watched as more little snowflakes began to fall. "...Jeez. I was hoping it'd be better weather today..." She muttered and sighed, looking back at Scotland. Within only a few moments of snowing, Argentina's hair already had many sprinkles of white clinging to strands of her hair. The snowflakes sparkled like little dewdrops, extremely visible with the dark background of Tina's pitch-black hair. As long as the snow didn't worsen, it hopefully wouldn't affect their ability to practice.
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Post by Scotland on May 21, 2012 11:15:07 GMT -5
Scotland looked up as well when he felt a snowflake land on him and had to squint the next moment when one landed on his eye. Every time! It was like the cold little bastards were aiming!
"Och, we not be dressed fer snow. Mebbe best we finish, afore tis too cold." He picked up his stick and lifted it back up to rest on his right shoulder. He let his knees bend a little, lowering his center of gravity and stabilizing his balance, his upper body hunched over just a bit. He didn't mind the snow so much, as long as it was light, but didn't think Tina would be prepared for Canada snow, seeing as to where she came from.
"Whit'cha do, lass?" he asked, giving her the chance to attack first. Carrying swords, their opponents would likely go on the offense first, so he slides one foot back slightly, some loose gravel scritching under his boot. The sound was a clear warning that he was about to shove off on it and charge her.
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Post by Argentina on May 21, 2012 14:23:46 GMT -5
(I've never experienced snow before due to the climate of where I live, but now I know to hopefully try not to get any in my eyes whenever I do. Thanks for the unintentional safety tip. XD)
Argentina cringed at the scratch of boots against the concrete. He was waiting, giving her the chance to attempt the first attack. Tina nodded her understanding and quickly slid to one side, then the next. Soon enough, her feet were bouncing back and forth. With her speed, it would be near impossible to get a clear shot to charge... without Scotland flinging himself forward and probably falling flat on his face.
Or at least that's what she was going for.
Tina looked almost like a child with ADHD, unable to sit still and bouncing all over the place. It was common sense not to just charge forward head-on and let Scotland flatten her, so she had to mix it up a bit. She went on like this for a few seconds before finally pushing off the ground with one foot, throwing her right arm forward and aiming to slam the hilt of the blade into Scotland's left shoulder. Of course, right after the blow, Argentina pulled her arm away to keep her hand from getting trapped like last round.
If things went well and she could throw him off balance for at least a second to keep Scotland from ramming into her, Tina planned to swing her other arm up around Scotland and jab her other dagger right between his shoulder-blades. Again; only if it went well could she pull something like this off.
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Post by Scotland on May 23, 2012 10:44:44 GMT -5
(I have experienced so much snow. I've had to call neighbors to come shovel the snow off the front door so I can get out, been hip deep in it and watched people fall over and disappear in loose, fluffy snow. And yes, it will get all up in your eyes. But it's just a bit of frozen water. You'll survive. And I just had a 6.0 earthquake, right off the coast.)
The redhead's eyes followed Tina's feints from side to side, and then the zig-zagging around like a rabbit. While he could see the merits of the tactic, unless she had boundless energy like America, she was going to wear down her endurance early. He just waited to see what her actual attack would be, since he'd accomplished his goal of spurring her into taking the aggressive stance. Well, sort of aggressive. If rabbits were considered aggressive.
When he finally came at him, he waited for her to come close enough to shove the dagger into his shoulder when his left arm whipped out to try and slam his forearm against her left ribs. With her arm reaching out like that, her left side was left open. He may get cut by the dagger on his upper arm knocking her away so late like that, but it conveyed the message the weapons were not the only threat.
When she retracted the arm right after the strike at his shoulder, he turned to face her only to find the hilt of her other dagger jabbing high into his left ribs, just short of his shoulder blade since he had turned. It was a good strike and good use of distraction. It would have hit a lung.
"Yer hit," he said in approval, right before he brought his right arm around with stick in hand to curl around behind her head while his left hand grabbed for the underside of her jaw, essentially trying to cup her chin in his palm so his fingers would end up clutching her cheeks. The lung hit was debilitating, but would not be an immeadiate show stopper. An opponent could fight back for some minutes with a punctured lung.
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Post by Argentina on May 23, 2012 10:57:28 GMT -5
(I've lived through.... tornadoes? Not really a hurricane, but my area does get a lot of tornadoes and hurricanes, particularly during the month of June, into July. Probably something you'd expect of a tropical state such as my own. But good God, a 6.0 quake?)
Tina gave a small, sharp gasp when Scotland had hit her right in the ribs. It had momentarily knocked the wind out of her, but she quickly regained herself. Apparently not quick enough, for in the next moment, Scotland already had one arm around her head, and his other hand held under her chin.
She narrowed her eyes and mentally swore to herself not to let herself get distracted like last time. Tina brushed where Scotland had hit her ribs lightly with her forearm before bringing her right arm up, slamming her dagger right in the middle of his torso. It was a quick-thought move, and probably not the most effective. If she were facing a different opponent, they would've strangled her or snapped her neck in half if they got the chance, what with how Scotland was cradling her head. Their distance was not by much right now, and any other opponent could've killed her in an instant if they tried.
Then again, if this were any other opponent and not a handsome redhead Scotsman, Argentina wouldn't have let them move in this close and give them that chance.
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Post by Scotland on May 25, 2012 5:09:37 GMT -5
(The quake turned my desk at work into a mess cause half of everything fell off, but my home is rather well set up for a shake. A friend lost a TV that fell off the wall though. I think that's his own fault though. Not good to put heavy things up high.)
He froze in place with the stick pressed to the back of her neck when she slammed the hilt of her dagger into the middle of his chest. Where his heart would have been. He stared at her with a serious gaze for a moment before the corners of his eyes crinkled and he gave her a pleased smile.
"Double KO. Me sword would'a took yer head. Ye took me heart," he conceded. "Good reaction. Take th'enemy down wit'ye."
He released her face and removed the stick from the back of her neck as he relaxed, considering this round over. She was as quick as he expected, which was very promising. She had good instincts too. He took a step back to remove her hands and the daggers they held from their strike points and dropped into a crouch.
"'ow ye feelin' aboot it, lass?" he asked, tapping the end of the stick on the ground as the snow fall around them got a little thicker. "Ready ta' go in?"
[One last act he wants to do, but have to see what Argentina does when they disengage]
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