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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 7, 2012 17:07:55 GMT -5
((Thanks. XD I just type like I speak.))
Eastport scoffed stuck his tongue out. "Duh. I don't wanna lose by bein' disqualified." Inwardly, he also mentioned he didn't want to actually kill his brother; just knock an encyclopedia of sense into him.
He noted though, that his opponent was dressed a bit differently. His military jacket was missing and he had on a sleeveless shirt. Smart move. he admitted. His shirt had sleeves, but they were short enough that they shouldn't be a problem. If he had one, he'd find a way out of it.
A hint of a smile danced at the edge of Eastport's lips. "Yup. I know how pissy Mom can be." Oh boy did that bring back memories. He nodded at the other rules, slightly bored.
But he relaxed his body that was tense from excitement at the signal. "Ready t' lose, Molly?"
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 8, 2012 14:39:56 GMT -5
There was a hint of a snarl of Molossia's teeth at Eastport, once again, calling him "Molly". A feminine name. Molossia didn't like that one bit.
"Would ya stop callin' me Molly?! Just shut yer trap 'n fight!" He snapped before looking over at America. "Get on with it, America. I wanna end this quickly." Molossia hissed between his clenched teeth and quickly turned his attention back to Eastport. He balled one of his fists and slid a foot back in a runners' position on the concrete.
Molossia eyed Eastport cautiously, his teeth still beared in an attempt to seem more vicious. "I'm ready whene'er you are!"
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 8, 2012 14:50:01 GMT -5
((Funny thing is, Molly is my first name. :'D))
Eastport grinned wickedly at his reaction to the nickname.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
"If ya were payin' attention, he like already said we could start~." He sang, walking around somewhat casually with his hands behind his back in an innocent gesture. "And I've been ready." His murky blue-green eyes grew darker, much like the waters of his bay would at night or during a storm. The accent he usually used slipped away for a brief moment.
"All I'm doing is waiting for you, Brother."
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 8, 2012 15:06:59 GMT -5
(What a pretty first name. :'D I've always loved the name Molly~ Also, yes, it was intentional that Molossia tells America to 'get on with it'. XD I wanted him to get all embarrassed and huffy... like he's going to be now~)
Molossia's shoulders tensed. America already said they could start?! He hadn't heard that. The tips of his ears and the skin on his cheeks burned red hot in embarrassment. He'd been so caught up in thinking of ways to kick Eastport to the next century that he hadn't listened to a thing America had said when he was reciting the rules.
Molossia gave a grumpy huff before charging at the blonde micronation, letting himself take the first swing without even an ounce of remorse. If Eastport insisted on giving Molossia first punch, he wasn't going to turn it down.
Being a fair sport is for squares, which Molossia is not.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 8, 2012 15:20:30 GMT -5
((I kinda figured. XD And thank you~ >w<))
Ah, what a messy, messy swing.
Eastport dropped to all fours, easily avoiding the angry punch.
"Well, that wasn't very accurate." He commented, swinging his leg around hard and connecting with his ankles, shoving them close together quickly so that he'd fall to the floor. Geeze, this guy (so far has) fought worse than his actual brother! And that was saying something since Annapolis didn't do anything other than drink wine and relax on his boat.
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Post by America on Aug 8, 2012 19:04:43 GMT -5
Ah, so they started. America smirked and stepped back, simply content to watch the fight and judge it however he wished. If the two micronations kept to the rules, he'd just declare them both the winners to keep them at ease. And, if they refused to listen to that, he'd threaten to beat them up himself (although he could never go through with such a threat, he liked them far too much to do that).
He vaguely wondered if he was doomed to be the referee for fights. He already had to control England and France, and now here he was watching after Eastport and Molossia. When he fought with someone like Russia or, yeah, even England sometimes, he wondered if Canada ever felt this way.
He watched as Eastport dodged the punch Molossia threw at him. Molossia had the strength, yes, but Eastport was shorter and smaller and would probably be quicker on his feet. Whoever won, America already knew it would be a close call.
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 9, 2012 16:56:49 GMT -5
Molossia's eyes widened and he stumbled a bit as he threw his fist forward, but Eastport ducked to avoid the sloppy attack. He almost tripped himself, so it didn't take much for Eastport's leg swipe to drop Molossia to his knees. He would've fallen on his face, but he caught his upper body with his arms.
Molossia peered over his shoulder at Eastport and pulled one leg forward, then pushed it back with force. He bucked his leg like a horse would do, in an attempt to throw Eastport off his feet as well. Whether or not the strike hit the elder micronation's calf, Molossia pushed with his arms to swing himself over like he had been flipped with a spatula, landing in a crab-walk position. Then - again, using his arms - he managed to pull himself to a stand.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 9, 2012 19:42:54 GMT -5
Eastport felt his knees give in below him (from Molossia's kick) and he dropped to all fours out of habit from falling on his boat. He rolled to his side in case his brother decided to try and pin him down. Seeing that he only just got back up, he jumped up and breathed out; steadying himself for the inevitable tackle that would (more than likely) happen soon.
"Not bad, Molly~" Eastport wiped his cheek, dusting off some dirt. "Ya nearly got me."
Blue-green eyes looked their opponent up and down, scanning for any weaknesses. From what he could see, this would be a David and Goliath fight; the little, scrawny teen verses the giant savage beast.
Should be interesting...
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 10, 2012 13:22:04 GMT -5
(Bahaha, that reference. XD)
Molossia sneered and, since he was already not too far from Eastport after the last leg-swipe, rammed his shoulder into Eastport's. The blonde micronation was small, and thus wouldn't be too hard to push over without something like a punch or a kick - at least, not for Molossia.
"I said ta shut yer trap!" Snapped Molossia, whose patience was wearing thin at the whole 'Molly' nickname. "No more-a that Molly stuff, a'ight?!"
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 10, 2012 13:38:35 GMT -5
((Shush. XD))
Due to his small stature, Eastport flew back, landing hard on his back and skidding a few inches. He was so incredibly thankful that his shirt was somewhat thick since it prevented many, many scrapes that could have happened.
He propped up on his elbow and stood back up, not at all wavering. He launched himself forward, cleanly swinging at Molossia's face and feeling the satisfaction at connecting with the skin below his knuckles. Before the other could try and swing back, he pulled his leg back and shot it at Molossia's stomach, using the excess energy to help propel himself a little further away and out of Molossia's range.
But he had a bit of pride left over.
"I don't hafta listen t' you~" He teased, flicking his hand to ignore the pain from some scrapes from the skidding. "And besides~ It's cute~"
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 11, 2012 20:03:06 GMT -5
Instinctively, a high-pitched squeaky-toy sound came from the back of Molossia's throat as Eastport's fist made a clean collision with his face. But no, that wasn't the end of it. Eastport brought his leg up, and jabbed his knee into Molossia's gut.
The blow to his stomach sent immediate signals of pain up Molossia's nerves and straight to his brain. This caused the average reaction of anyone who has the ability to feel pain and agony; a scream as he brought his arms to his stomach immediately and cradled his torso. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
No, the blows to his face and stomach weren't as hard as they could've been. Eastport was small, and - although stealthy - one cannot picture physical strength to be one of his greater points.
His vision blurred from the shock of Eastport's last blow, Molossia gave an angry, wordless shout and blindly threw his right fist forward. He was aiming to connect with Eastport's jaw - or at least attempting to.
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Post by America on Aug 11, 2012 20:21:28 GMT -5
America winced when Molossia started screaming. Maybe...maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He didn't exactly want them to beat the shit out of each other like this. He was thinking more of 'friendly fighting'. But, just as he made a move to go and stop the battle, he realized they both still needed to blow off some steam. They weren't going to just give up and shake hands. Nope, the fight had already started and it would end when neither of them could bring themselves to move any longer out of pure exhaustion.
With a sigh, America stepped back and leaned up against one of the walls, trying not to let his concern show all too much and simply allowing himself to judge the battle from afar.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 11, 2012 20:43:07 GMT -5
Eastport was lucky; Molossia had only clipped his jaw.
Still hurt like hell though.
But he was able to push that away for a brief moment when he was able to attribute the strange high-pitched noise to Molossia.
Didn't mean that his jaw didn't hurt.
Normally, Eastport would have made a comment, but he found he was already breathing hard. Even though he dropped himself in the middle of a zombie apocalypse (yes, he volunteered to brave into the unknown state of North America) he still found that endurance wasn't a strong suit.
He rubbed the spot he was hit and began circling, waiting for the opportune chance to strike.
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 12, 2012 9:51:41 GMT -5
Molossia trembled, still holding his gut. He snarled at Eastport, his eyes following him as he circled around and around. "Come on, damn it!" Molossia snarled.
Fed up with the shark-like movements that would only be fitting with the Jaws theme music, Molossia threw himself at Eastport in an attempt to tackle him down to the ground and put him in his place. If Molossia managed to pin Eastport down, he'd have him right where he wanted him. However, if he missed, Molossia would wind up with some nasty cuts and bruises as he scrapes across the concrete.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 13, 2012 20:59:05 GMT -5
With some great luck and the added practice of avoiding falling objects raining down on him during storms, Eastport easily manuvered out of the way, sticking out his leg and effectively tripping the taller micronation. Yet before he could be fully happy, he grabbed the brunette's arm, twisted it back and landed on his back, twisting it upwards so he couldn't move it at all. Not even to place his shoulder on the ground, thus pretty much making the brunette a flailing piece of flesh that couldn't move unless Eastport got off him. ((I'M NOT GODMODDING, I SWEAR. IT'S A REAL SELF-DEFENSE MOVE.))
With a smirk, Eastport bent over and whispered into the other's ear: "So... looks like I won, eh?"
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