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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 16:32:53 GMT -5
Iris stopped the knife less then a inch from Raphael's heart, she had expected him to fight, to curse her, even killed her, the latter she would have perfered. But she hadn't expected him to give up so, to just give in and look at her with his dark tired eyes.
But she knew as well as him they were both tired, tired of fighting, surviving, they both just wanted to live. She had used the Orhcastra as a front for the jobs she was doing in Europe, and now this was her last job, she had been following Raphael for months, how surpised she had been when he had actually came up to her. Back in the day it would have been sweet victory.
Tears slipped down Iris's cheeks and she breathed heavily, in sobbing grasps as she held the knife, until in clattered from her hand, "Please run," she whispered, "If he finds out that I wasn't able to kill you then he'll send Drache, I don't want you to die Raphael."
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 17:13:47 GMT -5
"death is not something to be feared." Raphael did not want to go, but could not bring himself to stay. His student had betrayed him yes, but she let him go. The first was the lesser offense in his mind.
"I will go, they will not know I lived..." Raphael turned and left, running through the garage, up and out onto the street. He did not however take the train or the bus, he had a motorcycle stashed near by, and got on it. It would be enough to take him far enough away that he could find another mode of transportation. He was careful about how he travelled the streets, staying out of view, he stopped in a store and bought a winter jacket and a cap. He walked casually down the street, not drawing attention to himself. He got on his bike and sped away.
It was difficult, painful. However Raphael had to do it. There was much more at stake here.
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 17:22:58 GMT -5
Iris fell to her knees sobbing unable to move from her grief. She had stopped herself from grabbing Raphael and begging him not to leave her, telling him that she was sorry. But her pride had stopped her, like her pride stopped her tears.
Iris got to her feet, the old sweatpants and fannel shirt changing into a one piece dark purple suit. With her hands clenched she exited the building. She felt the wind shift and was suddenly thrown into a wall by Drache. Iris moaned and crumbled to the ground knowing that some of her ribs were broken.
"Looks like someone failed," Drache grinned picking Iris up by her collar, "So I get to have some fun," she laughed slamming Iris into the ground. Iris tried to get up to run, but her leg gave out from under her and she fell again. Blood flowed from her nose as DRache picked her up again and slammed her into a light post, knocking it down on Iris.
"Please don't hurt him," Iris gasped trying to get up again to fight.
Iris airway was blocked when Drache picked her up by the throat, she half closed her eyes to try to drawn some strength into her powers but her world went black, and Iris went limp. "Prefect Angel face, now for the other guy," Drache said throwing Iris onto her shoulder and flapping her wings and taking off into the sky. She didn't have to go far until she heard the noisy motorcycle.
She dropped down in front of it and held a hand up, no amount of force could hurt her, let alone a fast moving motorcycle.
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 20:44:16 GMT -5
Raphael through some clever manovering managed to dodge the dragon woman, he remembered her from somewhere but couldn't put a finger on it. He threw the cycle to one side and using that transfer of momentum could slow himself down as he rolled to a stop springing to his feet in front of the woman. He dropped his bag leaving it on the ground.
"So, care to tell me at least who before one of us dies, or will I have to find that out on my own." Raphael said flatly, he figured that this was why Iris had tried to kill him. Iris had failed, it was a weakness, and one that Raphael respected greatly. However he could not make the same mistake to this person, even if he had known her. A thin smile spread across his mouth as Raphael bowed his head slightly. The laurels tattooed on his head taking a particular appearance in the sun light, as if they were real.
"Pravus de Evitae..."
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 21:06:45 GMT -5
Drache clicked her tongue and lifted Iris's bloody face by the chin, "You mean your little angelface didn't tell you?" she asked with a hateful smile, "Well let's see, you pissed off a lot of people when you did that favor for your old friend. But you messed with the Mercedes family and they have a bounty on you head. And wouldn't luck have it, Angel here owed them a favor also. But I suppose she only took the job to keep them from killing everyone in the Orchestra she was in. So noble, so pure, poor little doll," DRache said roughly dropping Iris to the ground, "But she'll be dead, you'll be dead, and I'll be a few million richer."
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 22:48:47 GMT -5
"money is a very poor reason to do the terrible deed you speak of. I never did it for the money, can't complain about how much I made, but it was never for the money. To tell you the truth, I enjoyed it. You see I love my work, I am very good at it." Raphael cracked his neck loudly and shook his head slightly. He did not otherwise change his stance, left it neutral, unreadable. Raphael had been a master of reading actions and hiding his own, and it would pay off here.
"I really don't care about who I pissed off, and for this, you can bet that they will not be far behind who ever I killed to make them so angry."
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 22:50:09 GMT -5
"Why does everyone I kill go into a monlogue before they die," Drache sighed before grinning again and leaping towards Raphael.
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 22:52:21 GMT -5
Raphael read the attack, dodgeing to the side and ducking under the blow, only to come up next to the dragon woman. He was still in a neutral stance, not attacking yet, he was still playing with the dragon.
"Try again..."
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 22:53:34 GMT -5
"Gladly," Drache said bareing her talons and swiping at Raphael. Perhaps she didn't have the years of training that Raphael did but she was stronger, faster, and almost indestructable.
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 23:01:49 GMT -5
"wrong again" Raphael said as he dodged yet another attack by side stepping and ducking under the blow, this time he spun showing his back to his enemy to infuriate her more. It was so difficult to fight when you were angered, clouded the head. Raphael sprung up, this time he did attack, he used his momentum to close line the dragon girl, he did not know what it would do, but he was sure he made contact and he had put a fair amount of force into the blow.
"you can know everything in the world, but until you experience it, you don't really know any thing."
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 23:04:52 GMT -5
Drache laughed at the poor attempt to clothesline her and smiled at Raphael, "Silly luv, my scales protect me against all your blows," she said whipping her tail around like a mace aimed for Raphael.
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 23:11:58 GMT -5
Raphael was caught off gaurd by the tail, he had never seen one used as a weapon before. He caught it straight in the chest, but had begun to move with it to lessen the blow. Raphael felt a rib crack, but it had not been the first time, and the pain would subside. Raphael sprung to his feel quickly. So the force was absorbed Raphael thought to himself, he would just have to create an impulse great enough that it could not be diffused. If there had been anything Raphael had learned in his schooling as an Engineer it was two things, first that everuthing could be broken down into a simple lever and second that everything was a problem of momentum and collision.
Raphael would have to place his force an a specific spot, not spreading it out. He would also have to apply a treamendous amount of force which meant he would not be able to hide his blows so well, but he doubted this enemy would be as well versed in reading people as he.
"Fair enough, lets try again shall we."
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 23:14:25 GMT -5
"You know for a human you fight with grace, heard you trained Angelface, too bad she wasn't into killing like we are. A little soft hearted if you ask me, luv," Drache said pretending to try to hit Raphael with her tail but at the last minute turned her motions into a kick.
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 23:22:28 GMT -5
Raphael could read the change easy, but pretended to take the blow, he was still toying with the enemy, learning, waiting to find the right time to strike. He got back up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he had let the kick fall on his chin.
"You and I do things entirely different, you see, you may look like a monster, but I really am one." Raphael smiled wickedly, he was going to show this creature how to fight. "as I said before, Pravus de Evitae." Raphael stepped forewards, falling to the right and landed a solid blow to the dragon woman's mid section. Raphael had put most of he weight and force into the blow which was why he couldn't hide it so well, but felt he had done a good job with the falling instead of lunging act.
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 23:25:12 GMT -5
Drache skidded back a few feet and smiled, "So you have strength to your blows, so do I," she said throwing herself at Raphael.
Iris's eyes blinked opened and she supressed the urge to scream from the pain she was feeling. But she was alive, and by the sounds of fighting nearby Raphael was still alive also, but for how long?
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 23:34:17 GMT -5
Raphael was amused, the attacks were so easy to read that even with the speed Raphael would have more than enough time to dodge and parry the attacks, but Raphael enjoyed playing with them, letting them think they could win. He let the blow fall on his chest, the claws tearing his shirt. Raphael himself had been knocked to the ground. He got up with a laugh and tore the shirt off. He chest covered in wicked scars, and his black tattoos making a sharp contrast to the rest of his body. The heavy chain with the crux (cross) on it still hung from his neck.
"You really think you are my match, well I suppose we all have to have dreams." Raphael's expressions grew serious and he stopped laughing. "Let me show you my art." Raphael stood very still and fell forwards, only lunging when it would not appear obvious and threw his fist into the chest of the dragon woman, but as he dropped down he spun around, transfering the momentum and his weight into a round house kick which he tried to land on the dragon woman's jaw. The kick had been a gamble and Raphael was sure it would not work, but you have to give your all or else there is no way you can win.
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 23:38:06 GMT -5
Drache giggled herself and reach up and grabbed him leg, swung around and let go, "I enjoy this game," she said looking at her talons with bored interested.
Iris slowly used her amrs to lift herself onto her knees. She did a quick over her body, about three broken ribs, sprained arm, bruises and sctratched out the yingyang. She used her good arm the wipe some of the blood from her face.
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 23:41:50 GMT -5
Raphael spun to the ground, his gambit had not paid off, but he did learn some things in the process and what you learn can only help you.
"do you know what they called me?" Raphael got up and throwing his entire body weight into it shoulder checked the dragon woman, not necessarily trying to force her to the ground, but to gain himself a few feet of breathing room.
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Post by Health on Dec 9, 2005 23:43:46 GMT -5
"Creepy guy, with funky tattoos and scars?" Drache replied blocking the shoulder and jumping back a few feet, "Ooh can I call Uncle Scar?"
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Post by raphael on Dec 9, 2005 23:48:52 GMT -5
"Raphael had bought the room he wanted, and was still playing with the dragon woman. He smirked and said, "Pravus, do you know what it means in latin?" Raphael clenched his fists and then relaxed them, letting his arms stay at his sides, if he couldn't create enough force to harm this beast, then perhaps the dragon woman could herself. Raphael had resided to his basis in Tai Chi, to use the opponents force and momentum against them.
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