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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 11, 2010 14:57:25 GMT -5
A feeling inside Ryan nagged him that the fight was over. Okay, whatever; if it ended, fine, if it didn't, he'd try his best to stay conscious and keep fighting. The prospect of him still standing up for a very long time didn't seem like a good one as he was loosing a lot of blood out of his right arm. Oh, well, it had happened to him before and this wouldn't be the last time it happened to him. He'd just have to learn how to bandage it up and deal with it; that's what he did, he took some cloth out of a side bag of his belt. He was never really a good healer or doctor or whatever, but he had been taught the basics, like how to stop the bleeding and all that other stuff.
Ryan dimly thought of all the other scarring he had. All of those scars had come from him getting beaten up like this before with his aunt. He had been cut up a lot, had bandaged himself up (or in some cases, his aunt had done it) and just continued fighting after the bleeding had stopped. They had only used stitches once or twice, Ryan had hated them. The time that he had been mostly scarred up was two months after Edmund died and Alex left. Durning those two months, he was totally unfocused and was just not into it. After, he started to become what he was now. He liked it and he wasn't going to be changing it anytime soon. His two friends leaving him had taught him something important.
He felt the girl who he had been sparring with come over to him. He used his right hand to sheath his sword, he'd need to clean it later, but now wasn't the time. "Fine, fine, whatever," he said in a growl. Oh well, getting banged up like this was just part of learning. You would know what to do and what not to do in the future. "And what if I do?" he asked, glaring at her through his narrowed eyes. Maybe it would just be better like that. Ryan tried to knock her away, but he wasn't really succeeding as his entire left arm was out. He slowly began to feel sort of better. She seemed to be a much better healer than him.
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Post by leighanne on Jun 12, 2010 21:09:16 GMT -5
Reena Darrington
Daughter of Arete She kept on wrapping his wound on his up. She felt the blood easing as she applied the pressure onto his wound like mad. She was also very stubborn and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She felt a small shove but she just came back and applied more pressure. Look I am trying too help you. You aren’t dying on my watch. You got it! She yelled this time as he was beginning too piss her off lot now. She slowly took the large cotton wool from the wound now, as it was coated heavily in his blood. She got a fresh one and began to rip his shirt off, and wrapped the bandage tightly around his wound and side, here is where she saw the other scars, but she didn’t make a sound or asked anything. Once she was done she gave him another shirt which he can put on if he wanted too.
Seeing she was no longer needed for his care, she went too the lake and washed her sword off, making sure it was blood free. She looked at the reflection for while and was still thinking why he would do this too her. Make her attack him like that. Especially today, he could have waited until tomorrow or something. He signed and looked at Ryan again. Are you ok Ryan? Why did you attack me like that? I mean I didn’t do anything too you this is how she got confused and went to him again, standing a few meters from him. I lost someone very closed to me. That person would be twenty five today. So this is why I didn’t want too hurt you. So why for the last time did you came onto me like that? She waited for his reply before leaving for her cabin too settle back down and too rest as well.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 13, 2010 8:38:29 GMT -5
As the girl beside him continued to patch him, Ryan began getting more and more conscious and less and less dizzy. He wondered how long she had been healing, it was almost as good as his aunt's; he'd never be able to heal well, just enough so he wouldn't die. But still, he was him and he didn't want help; help never really made anything better, he gave her another shove, trying to get her away, but she just kept coming back. Stubborn like him, lovely. "Yeah, I know," Ryan growled at her. "No, not really," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. She began to rip his shirt off and he didn't care, there were more in the Cabin. He knew she would also see every other single scar he had accumulated over the past twelve years, but she didn't make a comment. Ryan wouldn't of cared if she did, but her not saying anything just made it simpler. She gave him a shirt, he nodded and put it on. Shrugging would sort of hurt right now.
She finally left him alone. Yes, thank the gods. He wasn't a big fan of close contact with people, unless it was fighting. That was why he always hated when his aunt went to heal him; it was part of the reason why he tried to learn how to heal himself, although it wasn't that successful. "I'm fine," he growled, he was still slightly lightheaded, but that would go away. He went to shrug but pain shot down his left side, he grimaced slightly. "Because I wanted to," he snarled. She was standing a few meters away from him. Lost someone close to her who would of been twenty five. His eyes narrowed, but didn't soften at all; he could relate to this, but he didn't care at all. "Stinks for you," he growled. It was none of his concern that she had lost someone. "That's how I was-" he began, but then decided just to let that drop. Buck up and take responsibility! a voice snarled inside his head. "Because I wanted to," he snapped, going back to the original answer.
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Post by leighanne on Jun 14, 2010 13:31:28 GMT -5
Reena Darrington Still treating his wound. She felt another push and it hit her right in the wound on her right side. She pressed hard on his wound now, knowing it would hurt and he would eventually stop. Stop! Pushing me will you! The more you push me, I would apply heavy pressure on you and it will hurt! She snarled, which was very unlike her. Normally she was happy, social able and blubby. But this kid have seriously pushed her buttons.
Feeling the blood boiling throughout her body, she finished bandaging him up and he wasn’t even grateful. Reena thought this as selfish. What he said have totally blew a fuse now, and she swung around, without warning she pushed him down on the ground. Grabbing his arms tightly, not caring she bruised them. Using her full body weight she sat on him. Struggle all you want, you aren’t getting up until you answer my question fully she snarled at him.
One I feel bad for surviving when I watched someone I cared about was ripped too shreds. Two what the Hades is wrong with you? I have all day. You aren’t being let go until you tell me. So it’s up too you. She spoke a little calmer and kept her grip tightly on him, making sure he couldn’t get out. She cared deeply for him. Ryan talk too me. What’s the matter? Attacking someone especially an older person for no reason isn’t right. She was being more soft and showing she cared and willing to listen. Have you lost someone too? Did someone die right in front of you? Reena asked, even though she was trying too get over hers. She haven’t told anyone either, so she knew what he going through and what he is doing. So she waited for him too speak to her.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 14, 2010 14:32:40 GMT -5
Ryan was still feeling her heal him. Why couldn't she just stop and let him do it himself? He didn't really want her to do it as he felt that help never helped; it only hurt. Close contact didn't really help either as he wasn't comfortable with it; he was only comfortable with close contact when it was fighting, not anything else. He felt her start putting more pressure on his arm, he winced slightly; he was used to heavy pressure though, it hurt a lot, but wasn't a completely foreign feeling to him. "No," he said in a slightly stronger snarl and pushing at her to stop again. "Fine, whatever," he growled, still trying to get her off his arm. Half of him was wondering why she was even doing this.
The girl beside him finished. Thank the gods. He was still a bit lightheaded and seeing stars, so he wasn't totally ready when she pinned him to the ground. Instead of fighting her however, he relaxed instead. If had any chance of getting her off, and if he was being smart and honest with himself, he had to give it a rest and give his arms and body a break. "Fine!" he snapped, glaring at her as he had stopped feeling dizzy and her tackling him had made him himself again. If he twitched or anything, it was his ADHD or his adrenaline; Ryan was really bad when it came to sitting, standing or whatever for long periods of time.
"Good for you," Ryan growled. That was none of his concern. So what? She had lost someone, it didn't matter to him; she had to learn how to suck it up. Although, it did cause a bit of a pang inside of him; Ryan knew what it felt like only to well. "You better hope you have all day," he snarled at her. He wasn't telling her anything, it wasn't any of her business. "Nothing," he growled, glaring at her. "I don't care if it's right or not!" he snapped. Did he loose someone? "No," he said flatly, putting up his wall of denial. It wasn't in a growl or anything, he could never lie with a growl about Edmund or Alex; the one word was just flat and there as a plain statement, but also as a lie.
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Post by leighanne on Jun 15, 2010 16:16:26 GMT -5
Reena Maire Darrington Still pinning him down. She can keep him here all week or a month if she have too. She have no worries about food or keeping her strength up. The fates can cut her mortal thread if they want too and she would be swimming in the river of dead in the underworld for eternality it wouldn’t bother her, one bit. She was hoping this kid wouldn’t last long as he would get stronger, while her left shoulder was still sore. Thanks too him she wouldn’t be able to train for few weeks, three at the most. Which was great her right side was healing and he goes and damage her again. What was it with boys, damaging her? She wouldn’t understand that.
She smirked knowing he was lying too her and she really hated that. Being more stubborn she saw her chance to tie the bandage a little tighter, so the bleeding would stop more. She didn’t want to risk of an arterial bleed right now. She gave him a sharp prick in his left arm, too see he can still feel it, knowing that he can feel it as she saw his fingers move a little. This made her blew in relief that she didn’t tear his nerves and in about two - four weeks his arm would be fully function again. Her right shoulder though isn’t so luckily, there was a tingling sensation in her fingers, not knowing in a couple of more weeks, to know for certain the nerves have been severed or not.
She didn’t care if she was unable to fight with a sword anymore. She would do archery instead. It was hurting her a little that she might not be able to train Rion anymore. But then it comes with the training and fighting. You get injured and damaged too much. Relaxing a little from him now, seeing that he wasn’t struggling anymore. Ryan I am trying too help you here. She was trying her best to show she did actually care for him. Giving him a shoulder too lean on. But all he was doing right now was throwing it back in her face. Her skin was pale and sweaty due too the blood loss she had received. Shaking her head a little too get on more focus, she removed her arms from his, and held her head for several minutes, as the dizzy spell was slowly, very slowly subsiding.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 16, 2010 10:13:56 GMT -5
Ryan hated being pinned. One, it was close contact, even if it was fighting. When it wasn't a moving fight, then it was uncomfortable for him; it just felt weird. Two he just didn't like being on the ground. Being on the ground bothered him, not because he'd get dirty or anything (it was far from that) he just felt sort of vulnerable lying there; if it was a monster or whatever, he'd probably be dead already. He really didn't want to do it, but he forced his body relax. Ryan was going to try and store momentum to shove her off. His left side wouldn't be functioning in this act, so he had to depend solely on his right. The demigod continued to stubbornly lie there and glare at her. She wasn't going to help him if as long as he lived, if either of them lived that long. He didn't want her help at all; help never helped a person, it only hurt them.
If they both kept it up like this, they'd both have their strings cut by the Fates and be in the Underworld in a few months. No, wait, weeks, maybe even days. The three rules: you can live three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without air. Stupid Kath and her logic, mystical, kung fu philosophies. They had air, duh, unless this girl got crazy and decided to throw him in the river and drown him. They were near a river, but one of them had to give to drink; he wasn't going to be the first one to give. Lastly, food. Three weeks without food, sure, they'd starve, but it was possible. Ryan had done it once or twice; the stomach pangs were terrible and you'd loose a lot of weight, but it was possible. They had no food out here at all. Figuring out the odds, they wouldn't be around long. That was no matter to him, though, he wasn't going to get up and he wasn't going to let her get to him.
He sort of hated it when she smirked. She knew he was lying, was he getting this bad at it? Maybe he had never been the greatest liar in the first place, but he had pulled it off, once or twice. The girl pulled the bandage tighter and he winced slightly, he was able to move his fingers, so that was good no nerves pulled or whatever fancy medical terms they used; he was still in a lot of left side pain though. This healing was not going to be fun, no healing was ever fun for him as he hated it, a lot. He would give his left arm two weeks minimum to heal, this was not going to be fun. "Yeah, I know," he growled, still glaring at her. She was hating her and she hated it, he relaxed further, hoping that his right side was enough to throw her off. The girl took her arms off of him and that's when he realized all the momentum he had stored from being relaxed. The only down side was that he couldn't use both his arms. Sure, he could of used his left, but it would be in a Hades of pain. He bolted up from the waist with force and tried to push her off of him with his left arm.
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Post by leighanne on Jun 17, 2010 5:29:36 GMT -5
Reena Maire Darrington Still keeping an close on the boy. She wasn’t going too give in to him, she was stubborn when she really needed to be. Unlike him she came fully prepared for any emergency. She had water on her which would last a week maximum if used rightly, being experienced in this situation she knew to take about two droplets of water every third day, before the body becomes dehryated. Her mother might not have been Athena, but she always had a plan up her sleeve. Lastly in her bag was food, berries mainly form the bushes of the fire, they weren’t tasty as the grapes grown by Mr D and his kids, but they would do. Also when the body is starving for nutrients it didn’t matter what went in as longs it weren’t poisonous. Now Reena was ok for the long lasting wait of the stubborn streak they both was using. Of course she would share with Ryan, but that was up to him. Reena can force water droplets into his mouth, but food was going to be tough one, as he needed to chew it. Still when he was weak, she would be able to force feed him like a little baby, so there was another plan in her mind. Are you prepared? I have enough food and water on me to last me for two weeks maximum, I don’t see you carrying these supplies.
As she took her hands off his arms just for minute she felt him swiping her with his left arm. She managed to duck but he caught her off balance and Reena fell awkwardly backwards and hitting her head on a small rock. Reena lied on the floor, out cold for unknown how long. Suddenly she headed into a dream like state. She wasn’t in the camp anymore, she was in a city nearer Las Vegas or New York, she couldn’t tell for sure. All she saw was boy on his own, and being curious she followed him. There she saw three Fates with a string and scissors. Soon enough the cut and the boy fell on the floor, immediately she ran to the boy and for strange reason it looked like Ryan. She backed up and walked away, couldn’t see it anymore. Then the light vanished and Reena woke back up and she was back by the lake.Ok now that was strange she thought to herself and she went to the lake and soaked her face, as the ripples began to circle she thought she saw another face, a face of her lover. Dwyl? She turned around, but there was no-one there and that bugged her lot, she had no idea what is going on. Was she going mental? Maybe as she lost lot blood today. So pushing that thought away she looked at Ryan again. Find don’t talk to me, but Hades is calling for you sooner than you think that’s all she was telling him. If he wanted to know more or talk to her, he could find her almost everywhere in the camp. Slowly she stood up, watching him again, she got her bags. Waiting too see what his reaction was like, with the news she have just given him. Some part of her already knew, but curiously she wanted to see and hear it for real.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 17, 2010 11:08:35 GMT -5
(Lol, well, I say yes to the dare, and this is my next post, a response to you XD Ryan never missed anyone who was a girl (or liked one in that way for any matter) so this is going to be weird and sort of awkward...he'll probably be going as mental as Reena  ) Ryan still wasn't going to give in to her. He'd die here if he needed to, but he wasn't going to let her get to him. That was a pretty messed up mind set; it seemed like he was getting crazier and more stubborn by the day. Stubborn was him and he had gotten himself into this position, so he wasn't going to back down now. No way; if he did back down now and let her get to him, then that just wouldn't be him. Ryan was used to being starved, he had done it to himself after the whole oven incident; it wasn't a nice way to live, but you lived. One of the bad things about him was that he wasn't really ever prepared for situations like these. He didn't carry around any water or food, maybe this could teach him something about carrying around survival equipment. It didn't need to be a lot, just a water skin attached to his weapons belt and he cold store food in his pouch with his sharpening stone. There, he had it all planned in his head, all set; all he needed to do was execute it, if he ever got out of here. Ryan was far from a son of Athena, and he wouldn't become one anytime soon; all he could do was to keep learning and hope to learn from his mistakes. He could do that in weaponry, he just needed to start doing that in his un-weaponry life, which wasn't much. "Nope, I'm not," he said casually, shrugging slightly. "Don't have them," he said in a half wince. Ow! Shoulder, right, shrugging hurt; whatever, he never learned not to push it with injury. That was how he had gotten all the scars, he had never let a lot of them take their time to heal. There was the big one on his back though that his aunt had made him stay down for a few weeks. Literally, she tied him to his bed, three most unpleasant weeks in his life. The girl stumbled backwards as he hit her with his left. It wasn't his dominant side, so naturally, it was a bit weaker than it would of been if he had used his right. Using his right arm, however, was out of the question. She hit a small rock and it looked like she went unconscious. Ryan gritted his teeth, debating weather to bring her to the Big House Healing place. He hated it there, but he had caused her to end up like this and he couldn't help feeling a twinge of responsibility and guilt. Before he could make the decision final though, the girl woke up. Good, he didn't need to bring her to Big House, sigh of relief. Dwyl? He smirked, not being able to pass the temptation up. "Aw, Dwyl; baby I miss you so much..." he said tauntingly in a mimicking voice. "You miss him so much your hallucinating on him, that's just sick," he snorted, back into his regular voice. He rolled his eyes, if she wanted to scare him, then she could go right ahead. He wasn't intimidated by her. "Fine, I won't," he growled, rolling his eyes. "Okay, whatever," he snapped, shrugging. OW! He winced slightly. "I don't mind if he calls me early," he said indifferently, he had noting going for him in this Camp. "It'll happen to everyone at some point of their life," he snarled. Ryan wasn't afraid of dying, nothing was really here for him except more fighting and everything, so. He felt so lightheaded, maybe he wasn't as up to pushing Reena off him as he thought he was... |
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Post by leighanne on Jun 17, 2010 17:31:18 GMT -5
Westlife - I Lay My Love On You Westlife - Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You (Aaron) (Reena have dare herself. Ryan shouldn’t have mocked the Welsh fork law! LOL) Reena Maire Darrington She slowly got herself straighten out and everything was back too normal. What happened she didn’t know. Her head was really sore, and she going to have one hell of an headache for a few days. How long was she out? She had no clue. Well she got her memory and have recollection of where she is, so that’s good thing. Lying on the cold wet grass wasn’t pretty or comfortable. So she slowly tried to stand up. Her body was little uneasy etc, but this was normal for someone who just had a sharp blow on the head. Reena hoped she didn’t do some serious harm. So she checked her relefection in the water. Good I haven’t blown a pupil, so no brain damage she said in her head.
Then she saw him again. Dwyal face was like the same as he died. Torn from the left side, the blood was dripping like it was real. Dwyal leave me alone please. I am sorry that you died and it’s my fault but please leave me alone she kept her eyes closed hoping he would go away. The imagine did but Ryan was mocking with her. The stupid kid doesn’t released that it wasn’t her lover’s name, it was a curse. A curse which brings you painful death. She thought a little more, looking at the sky. Should I tell him about the curse? Maybe not
[/I] she smirked under her breath. So slowly she looked at him glaring at him. Yeah right and I believe in fairies! She spoke proudly to him. This was true. He was being all tough, but we shall see how tough he is when Hades come knocking on to his door. Going into her brown bag, she grabbed some berries. She hitted them into her mouth, chewing them aggressively as she looked at him more. You know you should never mock Dwyal don’t you? You death is going to be so fun to watch. She spoke in riddles. Two berries later she was full, she began to clean her sword, but still on her guard just incase he try and attack her again. Her mind was still busy wondering what the message meant, so while cleaning her sword she tired to figure it out.[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 17, 2010 19:45:55 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes as he watched the older demigod get up from the fall. He hoped she smacked some of her brain cells dead. She looked a bit off balance and dizzy, but that was just normal side effects after a blow on the head. After a few headaches, she should be fine. He didn't think she was out that long, but then again, he didn't have a watch on or timing her or anything. Ryan didn't know why he had stayed there, he guessed he felt a bit responsible and guilty for this. While the girl was recuperating herself, he just started to lend himself over to his thoughts; he always kept his guard up, but allowed him mind to think on somethings.
The fifteen year old kept a close eye on the girl infront of him. She may be injured, but as she had proved to him, she could fight with injury. Ryan tensed slightly incase she decided to jump him again; that could of been true, or that could just be paranoid him. He felt sort of a pang inside him; it felt sort of like Edmund (if that was possible) but it made him start to feel guilty. He let out a breath, that had been all his fault and he knew it. If he had just told him, like a real friend should of... something sick hit him. What if they had never been real friends at all? All three of them. That was not something good to think. He felt light headed; maybe Ed had been his friend, but right now he didn't feel like he had been Edmund's.
"Then you're crazy," he snorted, rolling his eyes. His aunt had taunted him about fairies once, he did remember. They were little imaginary things, he didn't have an imagination, so he didn't believe in them. She started eating and then started talking. He shrugged. "I'll mock whoever I like," he said, rolling his eyes. She was no one to tell him who he was allowed to insult and who he wasn't. "Yeah, I'm sure yours will be fun to watch as well," he growled, not really caring. She went to clean her sword; Ryan wasn't in the least intimidated by her. All people had to face death, her included and he'd be laughing when that day came. He didn't believe in curses, magic or hocus pocus; it was all just nonsense to him. Their fight was over, he knew that much. He may of been disrespectful of a lot of things, but when a fight was over, it was over. He didn't push it.
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Post by leighanne on Jun 18, 2010 3:39:54 GMT -5
Reena Maire Darrington Reena rolled her own two eyes. He had some cheek calling her mental, he needed too look at the mirror nearer by and have long HARD look as he indeed pathetic. Tapping the sword which was against her legs. Excuse me mister you have look at yourself in the mirror, before you indeed have go at me. Have you noticed you’re the only one who is mental here? Mucking around with folk laws which you have no idea what they are about. Saying you wish too meet Hades. Did you mother ever told you, to be careful for what you wish for? She smirked as she asked this question, knowing it was most properly no. she can tell he have an a rough upbringing due to the fact the way he looked and acted around her.
Still in the process of cleaning her sword she looked at him again, giving him a clear warning too leave her alone, unless he wanted another beaten. Hearing his flify little mouth she chuckled under breath again. I am not going anywhere anytime soon. You see unlike you I know not to piss people off and say things which I have no idea about she spoke a little pissed off. There was even a icy growl under her breath also, like she really mean it and would keep doing it if he didn’t back off. Soon enough she got rid of horrible and most likely germ catching blood. The metal shone brightly again, and she smiled as it was clean again. Standing up again, and using the sword for support she began to practise swiping. Yeah her shoulders were out of action, but that didn’t mean she could try. Firstly she tired her left arm, and it was ok, tender but ok. Then she tired her right arm, but she was unable too grip onto the sword like normal, which showed some minor nerve damage which could be permanent or temporary, three weeks can only tell.
Testing that her arms were in working order, she place her sword back in his sheath and did the belt back, as she placed it on her waist. Thanks for injuring me more. I hope you get eaten alive she snarled a little at him. This was so unlike her. She was never this mean too people before, so she wanted to stop it. Reena that is enough. Stop it. Calm down
[/I] she said over and over to herself. Looking at the water again, she saw her lover’s face in it. Making sure no one was watching, she touch the water and made the ripples and then the face disappeared. Still she is very confused, what can this message mean. She just had no clue, and it was beginning to drive her nuts.[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 18, 2010 16:18:14 GMT -5
Ryan's right side was still in a lot of pain, but it was slowly starting to feel not better, but bearable again. He just hoped she'd leave, he wasn't thrilled with her being there. Ry was never trilled with anyone around him for sociable reasons. He shrugged, if she thought she was going to insult him and get to him like that, she wasn't. "Nah, I'm not like those Aphrodite kids," the son of Ares snarled. "Whatever," he growled. Ryan didn't care about him being mental or about folk lore or whatever. They were stupid. He rolled his eyes, his mother had never told him anything; she died before he could even remember her. "No," he growled. She probably knew that answer already. Ryan thought his childhood had been rough, almost ever demigods' had been. If there wasn't something messed up about their past, then it was them who was weird.
She was looking at him again. Ryan had no idea why she was looking at him. He wasn't that good with facial expressions, he could only identify vocal ones. Ryan wasn't going to jump in and attack her again; one, he knew the fight was over and he didn't push it. Two, his entire right side was out. "Okay then, whatever," he growled. She could stay here all she wanted, he was leaving as soon as he could feel that he could get up and walk without being to dizzy. "Believe all you want about your little hocus pokus and fairy tales," the son of Ares growled icily, rolling his eyes. He didn't need to put up with this, all that was coming out of her mouth was rubbish about things that weren't real. Ryan went to move his left arm. It was fine, fully functional and all. His right side, well... he moved it and pain shot right up. He winced, ow ow ow ow pretty much summed it up. He wondered how long his arm was going to take to get back, fully functional.
"No problem," he snarled, rolling his eyes. He took his sword and sheathed it, he'd clean it later. "I hope you blow up from the inside out," he snapped. Ryan wasn't scared of death, if you were, it was just dumb. Everyone had to face it one time or another. She kept looking at the water. He rolled his eyes. "Fussy about your appearance much?" he snarled. He didn't really care, he was just being him. Get as many people ticked as possible
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Post by leighanne on Jun 19, 2010 21:05:40 GMT -5
Reena Maire Darrington Ok the sides were still very sore. His skills have damaged her lot. She was forced to learn to do the sword fighting on her left side. He was really getting to her now. She was doing her best to keep calm and so far it’s not working now. Don’t do it Reena. Behave or you are going too regret it afterwards she then looked up and growled at him some more. Mind your own business you flifty little rat! Why are you still here? Should you be leaving now?” She smiled a little and splashed some water onto her face and it felt really refreshing and felt lot better.
Her blood pressure was slowly raising again and she grabbed her sword out of the sheath. You are so going to be sorry for that! She panted some more and twirl her sword again. This time she couldn’t get do it 108 degrees and it was really sore, very sore indeed. So she soon stopped that and clenched her teeth deeply come on then! If you want to meet Hades so badly I would give you, your wish she snapped at him. Standing in a knight like stance, both arms were gripping onto the sword like mad and she held it closely to her left side, getting ready to strike at him, knowing he couldn’t defend himself as much now.
(Sorry for it being short. Muse wasn’t working)
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 21, 2010 9:31:50 GMT -5
Ryan tried moving his left arm. Ow was still the word that came up. It still hurt, but it was slightly better now that the girl had bandaged it up. Well, at least he could move it; no serious damage was done, and that was good. He wondered how long he'd have to wait to heal. Technically, he could just begin using it again right now, but that could lead to permanent damage and more scarring. More scars for him wouldn't be good; sure, he was used to a lot of scars, but it wouldn't really be good to get even more when he already had way to many to count.
"Why don't you?" he snarled back at her, sitting up on his knees. It was okay, he got a bit lightheaded, but it was okay. "I'm not backing down first," he growled at her. In his eyes, the one who left first was weaker; just as the person who stood down in a fight was weak. "Why don't you if you're so keen to?" he snapped icily at her. She was really sort of ticking him off, but then again, everyone did. He hated everyone here, and most generally, they hated him back; that was good, it worked for him and it was easier that way.
He watched her unsheathe her sword again. She was the one who was going to start the fight this time, not him. "Yeah, yeah," he snorted, rolling his eyes. "I'm usually sorry for a lot of things," he said sarcastically. Living and breathing included. Ryan took his right sword into his right hand and up, feeling a slight wave of light headiness; it was most likely from all the blood loss. Oh, well, it was bandaged up, it should be okay. All he had to be careful of was his left side. He considered unsheathing his left sword as well and using his left, but he'd probably just hurt it more.
The son of Ares got into a horse stance. "Okay, then, you're on," he snarled. At least he had kept the respect of the end of a fight. That was what his aunt had told him to do. Respect those who are better at fighting and teach you and respect the end or draw of a fight. He felt he had been doing this before; Ryan versus Reena, again. He turned himself sideways; his right and undamaged side was facing her and he made himself a smaller target. He'd be much less able to fight now with his left side down, but no way was he backing out of this fight. She was introducing this fight, so she would have to make the first move. That's not always how it worked, but if she wanted the fight, she'd have to start it.
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