Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))

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[goldrighthand]

[Strike, forwards, three-four, sidestep, pause-]

Always.

[Continue. One, two, counter-]

[tokencanadian]

[She doesn't say much else, but she does rise from where she's sitting, turning to face him entirely.]

Are you open for another battle? With me?

[Can they call it sparing anymore?]

[goldrighthand]

[Huh. That gets him to pause, and give her a sideways look]

Are you looking for one?

[tokencanadian]

Yes.

[It's plain and simple.]

[goldrighthand]

[Well then. He drops his form, making a gesture]

Then yes. I take it you will need no provocation.

[What. He's being honest.]

[tokencanadian]

No. [A simple shake of the head. She was already limber.]

This is something I need to do, what we should both do.

[Settle this, once and for all.]

[goldrighthand]

[Aw. How cute.]

Do you have something to prove, girl?

[But if she's ready, he's already dropping in to a stance]

[tokencanadian]

[Thank you.]

Not to you.

[And that's all she says before charging him, arms up to protect her face.]

[goldrighthand]

[That? Actually gets him to smile, just a bit, as he lets her charge him - and then makes to grab her, trying a similar tactic as he had before with using others' momentum against them]

And what are you trying to prove to yourself?

[tokencanadian]

Something I've had to for a long time!

[His making to grab her might not be so easy, as when she gets close, she jumps into the air, attempting to try and land an airborne punch on him. No going low this time.]

[goldrighthand]

[he'll just go ahead and sidestep that thanks-]

That you know how to fight?

[Okay. He's provoking her anyway, clearly, matching her with a return punch of his own before going on the offensive, mixing feints in with hooks and jabs]

[tokencanadian]

[The first punch connects as she lands, sending red lines running along her body, but she's quickly back up, dodging hooks and jabs and working to deliver some of her own.]

That I'm strong enough to keep going!

[As she ducks under a jab, she springs up again to try and deliver a kick to his chest.]

[goldrighthand]

Ha!

[We won't say he counters them easily, because he doesn't; he blocks and deflects, but it takes effort. And what's more is that he's clearly enjoying it; adrenaline pumping, the thrill of the fight]

It's a miracle you haven't yet been killed! How long do you think your luck will save you?

[tokencanadian]

It's not luck! I've trained hard for things like this!

[He's happy about this, which somehow, makes Pyrrha fight harder. For both of them, it's an odd sight, seeing someone who can fight so hard, and keep going.

She takes another jab to her chest, red lines coursing over her body a moment before they're gone for good. Her Aura didn't last a fraction of the length here that it did back home. Does Pyrrha care? No.]

[goldrighthand]

And where has it brought you? To prison, with your fellow murderers!

[He bares his teeth in a savage smile-snarl, pulling back - and slamming his hand forwards as if it had the gauntlet. How about being knocked all the way across the yard, you down for that, kid?]

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha doesn't try to dodge this one. She braces herself and takes the hit. It connects and she's sent skidding back along the ground, at least a good few feet.

She's still standing. And she regards him with a plain look.]

...At least I'm not a murderer who kills for his own petty reasons.

[goldrighthand]

[Oh. Ho.]

Raise yourself up all you want- I know the truth. Killing is our nature. And those who fall will be forgotten.

[tokencanadian]

You first.

[And she rushes him, faster then she's been. She runs right up to him, balls up her fist, and punches him in his stupid face with all the strength she can muster. Which,
at this point, is a lot.]

1/2

[goldrighthand]

[That's a bit more speed, but he moves to deflect, and-

Time seems to slow and stretch as it first connects, and Pyrrha's full strength hits him. Even for a man like him, it staggers him, forcing him back to keep his balance as his eyes open wide in surprise and he nearly falls-]

2/2

[goldrighthand]

[-only to hold that position

and start to laugh.

It's..surprisingly goodnatured. Nothing maniacal or hysterical about it at all. Just like she's given a really funny joke?]

[tokencanadian]

[That... gets her to pause, because she might be angry at life right now, but she's still an honorable fighter.]

...Was it really that funny?

[goldrighthand]

[Give him a second and-]

You forgot what I said before, didn't you?

We've all already been forgotten.

[And what legacy is there to rot in here? None. But all that aside-

Did you lower your guard, Pyrrha? Because he's right back on you with an uppercut.]

[tokencanadian]

[Against a guy like Akande? Honestly? She never lets her guard down all the way.

And as his fist very nearly takes her head off, she's pretty glad she did. Because she wants to deliver a swift jab right to this guys chest while he's in that motion.]