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| sillyleaf | Dec 8 2010, 03:16 PM Post #11 |
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Flite really thought she would get through to the girls, and show them that they must control their emotions in order to act appropriately. This did not seem the case as the girl’s chose revenge rather than justice and went to find Dr.Stein. As she waited with Bo and the small remaining group she looked at Bo. “Do you have a weapon you can use if this turns into a duel or are you able to fight on your own?” She wanted to know if Bo would be alright in a match with a weapon and meister pair. Not every meister was like her and could fight alone while still dealing the needed amounts of damage. As the girl’s returned Flite was handed a note. She straightened and opened the note. If she wasn’t so controlled she would have twitched in annoyance or anger or some other displeased emotion. Stein would no doubt see the massive chains binding Flite’s soul pull very tight and a another lock appear. She would have to have a chat with Dr.Stein about this incident later. She was a student still, not a faculty as she aimed to be and therefore she shouldn’t be placed in the position of Duel judge. “I see…” was all Flite said as she closed the note and looked at the girl’s present. “Which pair or meister shall be fighting this student?” She looked around the area of combat, hopefully it would be a large and versatile enough area to fight in. “The rules are that injury is fine but under no circumstances shall you kill or permanently maim or cripple the other student.” “I will give a moment for both sides to prepare and choose how they will fight. “ She stood off to the side folding her arms across her chest. “ Please remember that I will intervene if you have gone too far or are about to” She stood stock still with her back ramrod straight. She hated this, and knew that Dr.Stein had done this on purpose. He knew her personality, her protective instinct, but had placed her in a situation where she had to watch students harm each other. It would cause a great test to her self control. She was already using Soul Condense, and forcing her soul to compress hiding away and controlling the emotional parts. She would lock away all interferences. “Duelers take your places!” She ordered clearly and glanced at the two sides, giving them one last second to breathe. “BEGIN!” |
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| Sega | Dec 8 2010, 06:06 PM Post #12 |
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One of the girls, un-blued thanks to her decision to skip showering altogether and arriving late to the crowd thanks to her somewhat slower than average speed of pursuit, pushed through the crowd with a faint swagger and very wide berth granted to her. Jenna rolled up to the commotion just as Bo made an exclamation about someone weighing a ton, and oddly enough, her curiosity was piqued when she realised it wasn't in reference to her. In fact, deep down she was a little disappointed. Through anger, uproars and receiving a note from a respectable staff member, Jenna played the waiting game until the opportunity arose. “Which pair or meister shall be fighting this student?” Flite's pseudo-authority had everyone's attention. Immediately there were a couple of takers eager to put themselves forward, most of which were out to get their un-rightful vengeance. Jenna wasn't out to get revenge or prove anything to anyone else, she was mostly just bored. Plus, she felt she was becoming all too lazy (something regularly pointed out by one demon cannon) and needed to find something to fill the day besides slumming it around her favourite spots like a beached whale. Jenna stepped forward, her presence made clear not by her lack of height, but outstretched extraneous limbs and ever blinding colour of clothing. Since she had been on the mission that pushed Bo to where he was, and eavesdropped on the news that should have been given to him in private, Jenna found something worth mentioning. Upon mention of said thing, the number of challengers dropped considerably. "That second star, gone straight to your head, yeah?" The rules were pretty standard, and so fell on Jenna's ears rather like white noise, as she eyed up the black thing accused of turning many a female a nice shade of cobalt. There was a lull in which Flite allowed both sides to prepare, and for Jenna this simply meant a long hard stretch. Fully extending each limb and arcing her spine backwards ever so slightly, the metal infused with her skeleton let loose a god awful screech as it settled into a slightly new position and state. A new state, for flexibility and agility, or at least what little the blonde meister possessed. The delicate yellow shades that she wore perched precariously over her nose, despite having no support the ridiculous glasses never fell off nor broke. “Duelers take your places!” Jenna took up something that barely resembled a fighting stance, slumped to the side with her natural limbs dangling under the influence of gravity, whilst her artificial limbs curled around her, slowly writhing. Speed, dexterity and experience were all against her, but the few traits under her belt (metaphorically and literally) that surpassed Bo's really surpassed him. She only hoped that the star ranking system was merely a formality, and that this whole ordeal wasn't a huge mistake. She grinned through the anxiety, and confirmed that she was ready. "Can't abscond, Bo." “BEGIN!”
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| zippy_zippy_no | Dec 9 2010, 04:04 AM Post #13 |
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" Do you have a weapon you can use if this turns into a duel or are you able to fight on your own " Bo pulled a horrified face. He'd never duelled with another student seriously before now, and he didn't know what was involved. What if they used soul resonance against him or something like that? He wished his partner Erasmus was here to smooth things over or back him up but Erasmus was far away at his place of residence. It wasn't fair, really. He was starting to think an impromptu blu-loo shower would be better than being pounded into the dirt in front of a large group of people. Bo wasn't good with large groups of people even without a pounding. Flite received some sort of mysterious letter. She read it silently, her face completely unchanging. She looked like someone who was clamping on a tight control of herself, as each motion was careful and precise. Curious Bo stared at the girl, wondering what had made her tense. " Which pair or meister shall be fighting this student? " Bo swallowed, wondering what was going on. There was no teacher here, was it up to Flite? Flite quickly outlined a set of rules that Bo did not like one bit. Already the weapon meister pair who'd been sitting on him were keen to pummel him into the dirt. Bo wanted to cry out 'surely this is unfair!?' - why did they get a weapon but he got nothing? It wasn't even the most favourable battle ground for the teen. Where Bo specialised in espionage and fighting in cluttered, cramped or unusual battle grounds, he found himself on a flat paying field with little to no impromptu weapons. Before the fight could be called, a familiar person waddled forward. It was Jenna! Bo's face broke into a grin on seeing the girl. She was not eating anything, which was a surprise, and she wasn't blue, which would indicate that she was pure spectator. Still, it was somewhat comforting to find a friendly face... or perhaps not so friendly after all. Slowly Bo's smile dimmed as Jenna glared at him from behind her sunnies. " That second star, gone straight to your head, yeah " She growled. Bo pulled a blank. He vaguely remembered someone mentioning that he was a two star meister at the end of his mission with Jenna, but Bo had never been officially enrolled in the school. He just sort of... turned up to classes and went on missions. He wouldn't know what a two star meister was if it popped up in his mop bucket. Bo stared soulfully at Jenna willing her not to turn him into pulped meister, but on the mention of two stars the other girls had quickly stepped down in favour of letting the girl wearing the bright yellow tent of a dress take the fight. Unconsciously Bo rubbed at his right shoulder. He was sure there was still a dent in it that was shaped like Jenna's fist. " Duellers take your places! " " Jenna! You know there's no killing or crippling right? " " Can't abscond, Bo " " RIGHT? " " BEGIN! " Anxiously Bo jumped back, scanning the environment with his peripheral vision. He didn't want to get too close to Jenna, knowing that she was by far his superior in strength. Jenna would have very little trouble tearing him limb from limb with her cords, and Bo was almost certain that if she caught him it would be all over – perhaps for good. The dark skinned meister doubted that even Flite would be able to prevent Jenna from causing severe injury should the latter get reckless in the fight. Luckily from what Bo knew of Jenna, she was also very slow, and her rubber cords could be injured. He was also aware that the ends of the cords were in some way dangerous. He'd seen Jenna do things with them. Zappy things. Unfortunately he had no weapon, and Jenna didn't have to come after him, she just had to wait for Bo to come to her. Normally Bo would be more focused on a fight, but it was difficult. He could feel the eyes of a crowd on him, and it was difficult to keep his mind on the task at hand. With very little in mind in way of fighting, Bo fell into a casual stance. One of the girls had brought a hose which was connected to a fire hydrant not so far away. The end leaked a steady drip of water and the pipe was engorged, indicating that it was pumped full of liquid. Other items around the field of play included a bucket with a pair of industrial rubber cleaning gloves in it, and a number of blu-loo disks. Feeling rather the fool, Bo pulled on the gloves in the hope that they would act as some kind of protection against Jenna's cord-ends. He really did not relish getting close to Jenna, not with a ten foot pole (and it wasn't because, despite the heat of the day, she clearly hadn't showered yet) but leaving her to her own devices was also somewhat dangerous. Taking a deep breath and trying to put out of his mind how horribly injured he was probably about to become Bo put on his game face. The slight teen was not usually the one to make the first move, but in this case it was somewhat necessary. He slowly circled Jenna, both curious and horrified that the cords seemed to track his movement slightly, as though they were sentient. Jenna had never said they were but it was easy to believe. Taking his time Bo searched for an opening, but sadly there were no obvious ways to attack the girl. Without shouting his intentions Bo leapt forward to attack. He would aim for Jenna's body, of which there was plenty to choose from, rather than her head, or attempting to directly attack the powerful cords on her back.
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| sillyleaf | Dec 9 2010, 04:44 AM Post #14 |
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Flite did not like this. She just knew Stein was watching her and finding it amusing. He was probably counting the number of chains she was using to lock away her soul and the part of herself that raged and fought to interfere and cancel this needless fight. So far there were 7 chains, 3 more than her usual everyday control required. If these two thought she could not break them up should the need arise then they would be mistaken. Flite was a Solo ready meister able to fight without a weapon or with any weapon. She gathered soul energy in her core just in case someone went a bit too far over the edge. Logically Flite knew that a duel was a training exercise. She had little issue with students training themselves so she should not have an issue with supervised duels. Too bad the protective instinct was the opposite of logical.
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| Sega | Dec 9 2010, 04:16 PM Post #15 |
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No crippling was sort of a buzz-kill, but Jenna figured it was too late to back out. It would just look chicken. Jenna observed Bo gloving and circling, the particularly perceptive would have be able to see Bo's cogs turning, his brain ticking. Not so much with Jenna, who idly kept an eye and limb following the other meister's tracks. "Interesting, being on the other side, yeah?" I need to stop saying yeah. Jenna's thoughts did their best to nag at her and keep her from focusing, helped along by various pangs that were creeping up on her. 'Get some cake', 'grope baby-face' and 'stomp on an animal-person's tail' were amongst the unfulfilled tasks for the day ahead, and even though the whole day was ahead of her it didn't make the large amount of trivial matters that needed attending to any less unnerving. The real matter at hand only came into full focus once Bo's feet awoke and carried the wiry black man-teen Jenna-wards. Through both their actions, it was easy to figure out what one was going for and what another was avoiding. It seemed cliche, but the typical rule rang true. Jenna's style was to catch and ensnare, squeeze life away and rip and tear, and the opportunity could take a while to present itself but once it did the fight would turn instantly in her favour. Instead of throwing punches, clenched fists were replaced by open palms and sweeping cords. It looked very much like Jenna was attempting a soul-based attack, but no such luck, it was a classic grab the teeny man and shake him until he cries sort of game. Bo was all too aware of the outcome if he were to fail a dodge or become lax at any moment. Fortunately, his boundless energy seemed to assist him in keeping up the dodge game, whilst Jenna already began to tire. Her limbs were starting to become wrapped around each other, and if the pace were to be kept as high as it was, she thought that either having a heart attack or tripping herself up were slowly turning into plausible situations. Thus, a new technique was in order: Crouching Liar, Hidden Bastard. She waited until both her and Bo were close enough to pull off her cunning little plan, at which point she lifted the mess of cords out of the way, and drew back ever so slightly. "THUNDER PUNCH!" Jenna loudly announced her next move, before immediately proceeding to kick and send her heavy boot Bo-bound.
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| zippy_zippy_no | Dec 10 2010, 12:12 AM Post #16 |
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Bo did his best to leap duck and squirm his way past Jenna's psuedo-tentacles. There were one or two close calls when the lithe meister accidentally brushed against a rubbery appendage, and Jenna attempted to grab him. The teen has already broken out in a sweat, but his job kept getting easier and easier. The more he weaved through the mess of limbs, the more knotted they became, and the less mobile. It was a blessing, because he was getting tired, and it was dangerously difficult to keep an eye on all the wandering prehensile cords. Bo moved in for another attack on the main body. He didn't want to punch Jenna in the face, because even though she seemed a little annoyed, Bo would still class her as a friend. He suspected that she spent most of her time annoyed anyway. " “THUNDER PUNCH!” " shouted Jenna. Bo instinctively flinched away. Lance often called out the names of his moves before he threw them (although sometimes it was afterwards, and Bo suspected that was because he hadn't been able to think of a good name in time) and it had somewhat conditioned Bo to react to such stimuli. Ducking smoothly to avoid the so called incoming punch Bo was struck in the lower torso by a hefty kick. It was like being kicked by a horse (Bo hadn't been yet, so the analogy would hold no significance for him) – if the horse was extraordinarily out of shape. 'More like thunder thighs' is what Bo would have liked to say, but what he did say instead was OOF and folded over in the middle. He looked up at Jenna, whose sweaty, grinning visage was momentarily framed by several rubber coated tentacles. ' boob ' The teen hurriedly stepped back to avoid his legs being ensnared, but with his attention divided the meister did not entirely escape. One of the rubbery appendages curled around the unwary meister's left arm. Bo attempted to pull away, but already the grasp was crushingly powerful. Suddenly very worried about his personal safety Bo grasped at just about anything he could find on the ground near to him with his free hand. A blu-loo disk was hurriedly launched at Jenna's head (friendship aside, Bo didn't want to be turned into a fine paste and smeared over the walls of Shibusen). The next thing that came to hand was the fire hose. It would be difficult to operate with one hand, but Bo hoped that the force of the spray would be enough to distract Jenna and make her loosen her grip. Taking the thick length of pipe in his hand, Bo dexterously manipulated the metal head, keeping it aimed squarely at Jenna he fought to bring the altercation to its climax by releasing the pent up power of the firehose. |
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| Sega | Dec 10 2010, 04:37 AM Post #17 |
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Lifting up a leg was like smashing out half the foundations of a building, leaving Jenna with less than perfect balance after having Bo fold around her foot. Killing two birds with one boulder, her balance was corrected by snagging onto Bo and gaining a crushing hold on a single arm. There wasn't much that could get her to let go, and that included blu-loo disks, water streams and even Hugh Jackman. That said, her grip was definitely loosened when the pressure within the hose was released. It wasn't because of the water or the shock, but rather that her shades caught the current well and went sailing up into the air. That also said, the release of her captive wasn't so much letting him go, as swinging around and slamming him absent mindedly into the ground... whilst letting him go. It was a close call all in all, but she dived, sprawled and barely caught the glass triangles, demonstrating her amazing commitment and prioritising when duelling. Which of course is sarcasm, since letting an enemy (even temporary in a friendly setting) go for the sake of eye wear was pretty foolhardy. "Ffffuuu..." The slight beginnings of profanity were whispered under Jenna's breath, having saved the thing of great value to her. Rolling over, she rose to her feet rather slowly and deliberately. Bo similarly took some time to recover, bought time by Jenna's slow standing. He still had the fire hose, the pressure of which was pretty high thanks to its regular application. Jenna shot an angered glance towards the girls who had brought the cleaning equipment to begin with, whilst the water on her face already started evaporating away. Jenna stood where Bo once was before being thrown away, where the bucket remained. Fighting fire (hose) with fire, she picked up the now empty pail, opting to hold it with her cords instead of her hands. Unseen to anyone, the ends of her cords were passing a large current through the metal of the bucket, which heated it considerably. Once the two combatants had found their feet again, Jenna casually tossed the piping hot bucket Bo's way as if it were no big deal. "Here, you forgot this." Jenna said in a sort of friendly tone. Rather than opt to go on the offensive again, she used the small distraction window to do a little bit of untangling, hopefully to benefit her in the long-run (however long the run would be). Straggles of wet hair were pushed aside so as not to impede vision, the meister looked like quite a state in a place where vanity tended to take precedence even when fighting. The only exception was that she wasn't above saving extremely cool glasses, as already demonstrated.
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| zippy_zippy_no | Dec 10 2010, 04:36 PM Post #18 |
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The hose went off, quickly giving Jenna the shower she hadn't yet had time to get around to. The ridiculous pointed glasses she wore on her face were knocked clean off by the powerful jet of water. Almost absent-mindedly Jenna swung Bo overhead as she scrambled to grab her precious sunnies. With quite some force the dark skinned teen was propelled towards the ground. He tried to land on his feet to absorb the impact but with the power of Jenna's cord pulling him down, and the force of his momentum distinctly unable to be redirected, Bo smacked down hard. Groaning and getting up as best he could, Bo was surprised to find himself free of Jenna's grasp. Thick bruises were already forming where she'd been hanging onto his arm in a distinct, cord-like pattern. Bo gently shook his head, clearing a miasma of pain that stemmed from his nose. Luckily there was no real damage there, and the pain soon dissipated. By that time Jenna was more composed, having perched her glasses on her face in their usual position. Cautiously Bo tried flexing the fingers of his left hand, making sure it was still able to be relied upon. " Here you forgot this " A cherry red bucket was launched toward Bo who, looking up from his hand, startled, dropped the hose and caught the incoming projectile. There was a hiss as his hands closed around the heated metal. At one point in his life... most points in fact, Bo would have dropped the burning metal like it was something hot. After extensive training under Alexander, however, he had other priorities. " How careless of me " he hissed through clenched teeth. Soon the initial pain of the heat died away as his hands lost their sense of touch, and the bucket began to cool, but Bo wasn't attending to it. He lived and worked with Erasmus, his weapon and partner. More often than Bo would care to mention he'd been badly burned through weapon training, and it was not something he worried unduly about any longer. While Jenna took the time to untangle, Bo leapt upon his window of opportunity. He was angry – burning buckets were not nice, friendly combat items – it was an under The teen set about beating at Jenna with the metal bucket, pressing it against any exposed area he could find, especially (where possible) her tentacles. If there was one thing Bo knew of rubber, it was that it melted relatively easily, and he hoped that with enough damage he could put one or more of the cyborg-esque limbs out of action. With the ease of practise he settled into something of a rhythm, and with the pain in his body dulling outside stimuli, Bo was finally able to focus more fully on the fight. With friendliness temporarily thrown out of the window, Bo was no longer restrained enough to avoid aiming at Jenna's face, and by extension her glasses. Feeling that the bucket was now cool enough that it was not doing any significant damage, Bo aimed a powerful swipe at his opponents head with the butt of the bucket, letting go of the warm metal at the last moment, and diving in after his projectile, using it as a distraction to hopefully land a few hits. |
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| Sega | Dec 10 2010, 10:54 PM Post #19 |
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The rubber of the cords was already hot, which meant that it was also rather sticky. Very much like a race car, Jenna even had some spare tyres to go with the metaphor. It made untangling a kerfuffle, not helped by a rather unwelcome lapse in cheekiness on Bo's part, in which he completely gave pain the cold shoulder. When underhanded tactics started being pulled out, it had the potential to really unwind the weak threads of a relatively new friendship. More than initially thought possible was at stake whenever a duel broke out. " How careless of me " It was extremely disconcerting to see someone shrug off prolonged contact with crimson-glowing heat as if it wasn't even there, leaving Jenna quite flabbergasted. The opponent didn't release it as though it were terribly warm, which gave him an edge when most of Jenna's limbs were impeding each other. Clumsy, desperate dodges were all she could muster in response, not quite used to having someone aim for her cords, it was usually quite the opposite. Through the desperation the limbs twisted and untwisted a great many times, eventually ending up as two twisted pairs like a pair of DNA strands. She settled on this combination not as a result of personal choice, but shock owing to a hot bucket to the face and a narrowly avoided case of shattered glass causing blindness. It wasn't like Jenna to overtly fear something, but for just a moment when her shades broke against her face, she thought that was the end of the line for her vision. It was enough for her lungs to prove their worth and allow her to let loose a great scream, and scream she did. She also inadvertently pulled off a really really cool technique. Attempting to get respite from Bo's planned barrage after the bucket swipe, Jenna only planned to give him a push. Just a shove, something so she could check she wasn't blind and calm down. As it stood she wasn't calm, and one uncalmed person would have even less control over an already erratic soul. As it happened, her attempt to simply give her opponent a small 'time-out' shove was made worse (or better) by two things. Firstly, a surge of electrical charge brought on by the panic. Secondly, the shove was executed with one of the twisted cord pairs. As they stretched out in front of Jenna, they began to uncurl while the two ends of the cords stayed firmly stuck together by some electromagnetic magic. To summarise, for Bo it was like being hit by a very large, blunt electrical drill. Extremely cool freak accident. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god." Jenna cared not for her (currently unnoticed) overdoing of things, but rather had her hands clutching her face. Her cheeks were scarlet with embarrassment from screaming and flushed after mild overheating, as well as smeared with a small amount of blood. The pieces of the yellow tinted glass were scattered around her feet, each one responsible for a tiny cut on her face per shard. She spent a good while checking around her eyes, before finally opening them and catching her breath. "Huh...uhm. Ah. Ha... blue toilet disks...hah... serious business." Jenna barely managed a chuckle when she put things in perspective, before realising that she had in fact hit someone else rather hard. Harder than she had meant to. She would have approached him to make sure, but had a feeling that her legs probably wouldn't co-operate if she tried to. "... Bo?" Edited by Sega, Dec 10 2010, 10:57 PM.
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| zippy_zippy_no | Dec 11 2010, 02:51 AM Post #20 |
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Yes gloves. Gloves were certainly something you would never forget you were wearing, not even if you were very injured or extremely tired. Bo was going to have to separate the melted rubber gloves from his hands very slowly and carefully at a later date, probably at the Shibusen infirmary. Bo watched as his opponent fell prey to a number of glancing blows. Mostly they seemed protected from blows to the stomach by a veritable rubber safety ring of fat, So Bo began to think more about connecting Jenna's head with his fist. The girl had her eyes screwed shut and her cords were flailing spastically around her, winding and unwinding in a curiously slow panic. While Ruben (when he panicked during a fight) flailed with half a ton of brick at breakneck speed* Jenna was just very slow. Never-the-less a good look at her face might tell an experienced competitor that she was about to flip the fuck out. Oh yeah the scream might have been a bit of a warning too, but that was kind of like looking at the answer to a puzzle – cheating. Ominously there was a crackling sound and the metal bucket was immediately attracted to the coils of Jenna's cords, where it stuck like some kind of incongruous metal pimple. Suddenly moving much faster than she had with any of her previous attacks, some might even say uncharacteristically fast, Jenna unleashed a drill-like attack, with her cords uncoiling from their formation with the speed of unravelling knitting** and heading towards Bo at Jenna's top ultimate super-duper speed. Saddly with her eyes closed it wasn't a terribly accurate attack (not that it needed to be). Bo dodged the main attack, jumping back and away from Jenna and lucky avoiding a debilitating blow to the lower body that would almost certainly have put paid to any plans he had of future enjoyment with Erasmus (because he would be in a wheelchair so they would have trouble going on missions, of course). The ends of the cords ploughed into the ground, digging a large and impressive crater, and thankfully not electrocuting Bo to death or brain damage. Unfortunately for Bo one of the cords, spinning fast and at an odd angle after being mostly unraveled, managed to smash painfully into the dark skinned meister's leg. Bo went down as an ugly bruise started to form on the injured limb. For a moment he wasn't aware of anything around him. A part of his consciousness was waiting cooly in the back of his head for his pain filled vision to clear so that they could get back up, but the rest of Bo's mind had shrunk down to a small white dot of agony. Taking a few deep breaths, the outside world began to seep back to Bo like ink on a blotter, gradually growing larger and more obvious as the initial pain subsided. The teen found himself reclining on the ground, leaning on his elbows next to a large ditch. His leg was already swollen, clearly broken. He was probably just lucky that with the rubber, and the grounding and whatnot he hadn't been electrocuted (at least that is what he would think later). Bo struggled to get back to his feet. He'd fought with a smashed leg before, and won. It hadn't been a friendly battle. Each movement of the leg was horrific, and Bo had to admit that he didn't really want to keep fighting – his life wasn't being threatened, nor the life of his partner. The only reason he would keep fighting would have to be a mixture of injured pride, hurt feelings (friends don't try to electrocute friends), and a desire to surpass his limitations. On the other hand his leg was broken and it really fucking hurt. Bo limped and winced his way over to Jenna, feeling that before the match could end he just wanted one thing. Jenna was saying something under her breath, absorbed in making sure her face was largely uninjured. As Bo approached she looked up, somewhat startled, " … Bo? " Bo swung a hard punch at Jenna's face from a point blank range, channelling his pent up negative feelings into the blow. " Fight's over... you just had a fly on your face. " grunted Bo. At that point he decided sitting was the best option, although there was no easy way to go about lowering himself to the ground. The teen allowed himself to fall backwards the short way to the ground, grimacing as he jolted his leg. The DTWD was at Erasmus' apartment – Bo hadn't expected to need it for a simple day of cleaning, and had needed the room in his bandoleer for extra cleaning equipment.
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