Nahuel Ramos (May 6, 2011 11:07:52 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 6, 2011 11:08:01 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 6, 2011 11:12:15 PM)
*Still wearing the short red satin dress that leaves her back bare, Violetta kicks off the heals and leaves them by the hood of the car. Perfect diamond earings removed from her earlobes, she is unconsciously graceful as she likewise slips the necklace from her throat and bracelet from her wrist leaving them all upon the hood of his car. The long dark hair swept back and over her shoulders she steps on naked feet through the grass and into the little clearing, a creature of beauty and grace amidst the moon soaked swamps that for a moment raising a hand against her seems utterly unthinkable.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 6, 2011 11:17:13 PM)
The smell of the constantly roiling Forge isn't far away. Assumed that they're maybe a quarter mile out, with ample privacy should shouts and flesh hits occur. Chill of the evening setting in, it makes an individual think the weathermen are full of shit due to how damp the air is. Nevertheless, as the two head towards a makeshift circle that appeared more than happy to be filled once more, the headlights of the vehicle were ticked onto bright. An owl protested. A few cottonmouth moccasins slid into the leaves. Low, mellow music of crickets threatened to chirp louder than the vehicle's idling. Nahuel rolled his shoulders and slid off the jacket, leaving a black wifebeater that went down past the edge of his jeans pockets. A moment to favor his right shoulder with a point of pressure applied where trapezius met neck, and the Annunaki appeared ready. Stance lowered, and he looked across the circle towards Liaphon.

Violetta duBois (May 6, 2011 11:22:35 PM)
*She sways a little from one side to another, as though at any moment her body would be set free and able to dance to the song of life around her. Hands still relaxed by her sides, the blue eyes look into his without fear; though he was certain for a moment that he could see regret there. The wind carrying the scent of nature picks up stray strands of her hair to play with them around her features as she smiles at him, her head inclined in a gesture of respect before her beautiful voice interupts the sounds of the swamp.* It is ironic no? We taught these mortals almost all they knew, and in return they taught us to kill.

Nahuel Ramos (May 6, 2011 11:27:37 PM)
Ironic. Indicative. We created. They destroyed. One feels that though it's a symbiotic stance that we cultivate with them, we'll be fine without in the end. We'll find a way. *The movements that Nahuel followed indicated that he wasn't as fast, nor as skilled as Violetta. A bit shy on both. Though a bit stronger, and maybe the inebriation might actually assist in turning the tides. The Annunaki put his left foot forward, and crossed the distance in a distinctly Brasilian Jiu Jitsu movement, something that appeared almost directly out of UFC. The Knight Captain Ar'siuqqa inside was irritated at best with the uncoordinated movements of his Husk, clear on the expression the Argentinian maintained as he moved towards Violetta.*

Violetta duBois (May 6, 2011 11:35:22 PM)
*Her head tilting to the side a little she watched him, waited for him to come closer, to take the first strike. Looking deeply into his eyes she could almost sense his frustration, sense that anger, that rage that lurked just beneath the surface and she knew instinctively that he needed this. He needed a worthy opponent to throw his anger towards, to scream his dissapointments and loss at: He needed it in the same way that she did... and so she would give it to him. Lips curling into a smile, her blue eyes glittered as she took a single step towards him, purposely stoking the fires of his emotions to give him that release that he so needed.* We did find a way, the strongest of us rose to the top and the other legions were forced to bend knee before us. I wonder if you were worthy of my ire back then? I wonder if we ever met?

Nahuel Ramos (May 6, 2011 11:40:40 PM)
He sneered, grinning. The manipulation and shift of demeanor wasn't lost on the Kishtar. Controlled breathing moved belly, then chest as he closed the distance with a swing towards the stomach, which she avoided. The upwards turn curled as he brought the opposing arm outward to hit where he thought she'd move to, only to find that the Lammasu dodged left instead of right. Nahuel slid across the leaves, swiveling to face her with a nod... preparing for another movement. Jeans were lifted another inch or two up at the knee for flexibility as he came in for a faked strike that gave way to a sweep of the leg. It appeared he was avoiding her face.

Violetta duBois (May 6, 2011 11:47:47 PM)
*With his first strike the dance she had been poised to perform seemed to launch into motion, her long hair fanning out around her as she spun left and then right to avoid his blows. The red satin of her dress shining as a target, the dark locks confused matters making it hard to tell exactly where it ended and she began as she danced quickly out of his reach blow after blow. He saw the beginning of a cocky smile upon her lips, the glimmer of arrogance in her endless blue eyes before his leg took her unawares and he felt the sweep connect, saw her tumble to the ground and roll to the side, rising once more to her feet behind him as her leg shot out and towards the small of his back in an attempt to push him to his knee's.* I think perhaps you knelt vanquished before me.

Nahuel Ramos (May 6, 2011 11:55:53 PM)
*And he did take the strike, slipping down though not winded. A gentle swirl with the strike did indeed cause a wince of pain, but it placed Nahuel cleanly before her. A right hand swung forward to meet Violetta's stomach, bringing the Banner collapsing on top of him with her chin to his shoulder. Grinning, he spoke while considering the feeling her midsection gave to his fist. Nahuel licked blood from his lips, the swing to his kidneys had found firm purchase.* Willing then, willing now, O' Banner. *Ar'siuqqa licked the sweat from her throat and shoved backwards, sprawling the pair on the leaves a good six feet apart for a sort of "Round two."*