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Post by baptiste on Dec 13, 2010 23:01:12 GMT 2
Baptiste snarls as he takes her claws to his side. He takes her and throws her across the room. His wounds already healing, as he growls at her. He stands back up straight and lets out a loud roar towards her. He look behind him and sees a switch box behind him.
He stabs the box with his claws cutting the power off in the room. Putting them both in the dark, even though it didnt matter for either of them. He just didnt want anyone else seeing that he was going tear her body to shreds. He begins to quiet himself like an tiger stalking is prey, taking small and graceful steps around the room towards her.
He then rushes her and sends an upper cut to her jaw, with his claws still extended.
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Post by lycan on Dec 13, 2010 23:19:01 GMT 2
Faith snarled and twisted herself around to land on her feet and facing him when he threw her. She growled in response to his own growling at her, and she even threw in a snarl at him in the end. She watched his every move like a predator watching their prey before they moved in the wild. However, she knew what he was going to do when he spied the switch box, and then stabs it. She didn’t even flinch when he put the two of them into darkness. She saw just perfectly, thanks to the scientists who added night vision to her pool of mutations.
She waited until he rushed her with his claws and attempted to give her a claw uppercut to her jaw. She dodged the attack easily and threw another claw filled punch to his bare torso. The feel of her claws entering his skin was the most satisfying thing she had felt since he started to make her life a living hell. She roared in satisfaction as she felt the power well up within her. She felt that the two of them would not leave this room until one of them is really dead.
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Post by baptiste on Dec 14, 2010 5:35:33 GMT 2
Baptiste grimaces at being stabbed again, he was losing control of this fight and it was getting him angrier. He grabs her arm, keeping her claws in him but keeps her in close range. Stabbing her in the stomach with his free hand he grins. Letting go of her arm, he then stabs her again in the stomach.
Laughing out at her stupidity for letting him get this close. He sniffs the air as her fresh blood enters in it. He quickly then pulls his claws out and kicks her away from her. Licking his lips as the blood lust fuels him.
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Post by lycan on Dec 14, 2010 6:51:06 GMT 2
Faith really didn’t think her attack through, but she really didn’t care at that time. She was not going to let him control this fight. When he grabbed her arm, she used her other hand to try to pry it off of her. However she soon realized that he was using it to keep her close, and she left him an opening for his other hand to attack her. The stab came just as soon as she realized what he had planned to do, and then the release of her arm. She attempted to get out of his range, but she was a bit slow. He had stabbed her again.
She glared at his laugh, and she learned from it. Her wounds had started to heal almost as soon as he withdrew his claws from her. She could feel her body stitch back together, and within moments she was good as new. The kick sent her backward away from him, and she saw him lick his lips as the blood lust entered him. She was already feeling that lust, and she needed to feel her claws in him once more. She walked toward him like a predator closing in on its prey, and smirked as she smelled his blood enter her nostrils. She jumped into the air, back flipping over his head, and extended her arm to slice her claws down his back. She then took a quick step forward and stabbed him in the back upon landing firmly on her feet.
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Post by baptiste on Dec 15, 2010 23:14:50 GMT 2
Baptiste watches as Faith stalks him as he stalked her earlier. He runs his tongue across his teeth, feeling the sharp canines, wanting to taste her blood. He watches as she jumps over him and hears her land behind him. Groaning as she slashes his back open and then gasping as she stabbed him.
He begins to laugh again, turning his head around to look at her. He pushes himself back into her as she hits the wall, trapped. He then brings his arm up over his chest and stabs through himself into her. Still laughing at the chaos that they were causing. Losing himself in his fractured mind. The mental block wearing off as it wasn't suppose to last this long.
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Post by lycan on Dec 15, 2010 23:45:19 GMT 2
Faith was suddenly pushed into the wall behind her, and she roared into the dark room as he did that. She was trapped but she also had her other hand available, and she planned on using it. Before a plan form solidly in her mind, she felt his claws enter her shoulder through his own body. She roared once again as the animal within pushed further to the surface. She let instinct completely take over, and raised her unpinned hand for a strike.
She listened carefully for the heartbeat that she knew belonged to Baptiste, and zeroed in on it. She growled and snarled as she brought her hand down and entered his torso. She knew that he would survive the attack, as his healing factor would kick in. She hoped it would give her just enough time to get out of the room and escape him. She wanted her claws to pierce his heart, and let her go.
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Post by baptiste on Dec 16, 2010 0:15:27 GMT 2
Baptiste continues his evil psychotic laugh as he feels Faith struggle behind him. He enjoys the fact that she didn't think he would injury himself to get to her. He watches her reflection from the claws in his forearms. Loving that she feels trapped, knowing that is it the thing she hates most, one of the main reasons why she hates Weapon X.
He closes his eyes as he begins to uncontrollably laugh. Next thing he knows he feels strikingly cold metal pierce his heart.
Baptiste stops laughing and retracts his claws stepping away from the girl. He coughs up blood and spits it to the ground looking at it. He turns back around and looks at Faith. Grinning, he wipes the blood from his mouth. "Seems that you have learned well. Leave this place, I don't need another like you. I'm the only Weapon X re-imagination this program needs Know even though you have defeated me today, I will be coming for you. Next we meet might end in one of us never healing again."
He drops to his knees, holding where his heart is. His healing factor running on high. He may pass out but he will still live. He begins to feel the blackness trying to take him. He reaches into his pocket and tosses her a fragment of cloth. "That was a piece of your fathers shirt, that I found. Learn the scent and find him."
After that he falls face first onto the bloodied metal surface.
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Post by lycan on Dec 16, 2010 0:28:01 GMT 2
Faith had stumbled forward when he released her, her body trying it’s best to heal from the beating it just endured. His evil psychotic laugh only fueled her need to defeat him, and it was a pleasant surprise when he stopped. The grin he had given her told only one thing, whatever he was about to tell her would be the truth. She watched as he sank to his knees and tossed her a piece of fabric that she sniffed, recognizing the scent almost immediately.
”That was a piece of your fathers shirt, that I found. Learn the scent and find him.”
She watched as he fell face first into a pool of blood on the floor. She resisted the temptation to decapitate him right then and there, and instead walked over to the door and sliced it open like a can of sardines with her claws. She then ran out of the room and down the hallway toward the exit.
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