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Post by Soprano on Oct 27, 2010 12:13:08 GMT -6
Sergio managed to escape the tent before Dante did, but heard a bunch of metallic sounds on wood. Shit, he grabbed a sword. Sergio made a mad dash for his tent in an attempt to at least grab his own sword. Dante typically had a dagger with him; the idea that he would be a better swordsman was unlikely. Adrenaline was making him think quickly; there was no way he’d be able to get his armor on in time. The fastest he’d ever gotten it on was 3 minutes and he knew Dante would look in his tent first. He had enough time to strap his shield to his arm and shake his sword out of the scabbard.
He dashed back out of his tent, hoping this wouldn’t end up with any lost limbs or stupid mistakes. Sharp objects just had to be involved! That was an injury he couldn’t just shrug off.
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Post by dusk on Oct 27, 2010 12:57:39 GMT -6
Dante looked around outside the supply tent but there was no sign of Sergio, he must have bolted back to his own tent to hide like a sniveling little coward. Dante began to head in the direction of the tent, his grip tightened on the sword as the other moved to his gun holster, he had no intention of killing him but maiming him... that was completely different.
As Sergio emerged from his tent Dante caught sight of him, he held the sword over his head and then launched it towards the young man. Hopefully if it hit him it wouldn't do too much harm... maybe just impale him a little. Dante wasn't sure about what and what cannot be healed so he decided to just go with the flow. Once the sword had left his hand he shot forward like a bullet from a gun.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 27, 2010 13:05:39 GMT -6
Sergio had an incredulous look on his face as the sword came hurtling at him. He threw it? It wasn’t a fucking spear! Sergio knew it would be hard to determine how it would fly, so he simply held up his thick metal shield to his face and chest and hoped it didn’t hit him in the leg. The sword clanged loudly against his shield and landed harmlessly in the grass in front of Sergio. What the hell was he trying to pull? Sergio lowered his shield long enough to kick the other sword out of the way, just in case Dante got any ideas.
‘Dammit, way ta bring a g’damn knife to gun fight, Serge,’ he thought bitterly.
He had no intention of killing Dante either, not that he thought he could. Well, he probably could in a sword fight, but if Dante wasn’t coming at him with a sword in hand, he wouldn’t try to defend with one either.
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Post by dusk on Oct 27, 2010 13:22:45 GMT -6
Dante continued to run forward towards Sergio, he drew his pistol and began to fire at his feet in an attempt to startle him. The gunshots would probably alert half the hunters in the camp but everyone knew you didn't stand between Dante and his prey. Dante kept the fire up till he was about six feet away from Sergio, he skidded to a halt and lifted his leg. He kicked at Sergio's face twice before taking another shot at his stomach, Dante was relived to see that Sergio hadn't time to put on his armour.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 27, 2010 13:34:42 GMT -6
As Dante shot at Sergio’s feet, he was indeed startled and jumped back and fell over. His sword fell out of his hand and skidded away from his grasp. He nearly swore out loud but Dante’s foot connected with his face. He immediately felt his nose break and bloody, he gasped and Dante’s foot connected again and he felt one of his teeth chip and his mouth start to bleed. He spit out a lot of the blood when Dante kicked him in the stomach. He took the small pause as a invitation to scramble to his feet. He stomach hurt and he was sure his nose was bent in a funny direction, but he tried to ignore it.
He quickly stripped his shield from his arm and held up his fists ready for a fight. He foolishly didn’t make the first move, but that was typical for Sergio. Even though he was hurt, he was pretty sure he could take a few more hits.
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Post by dusk on Oct 27, 2010 13:46:22 GMT -6
Dante took a step back and admired his work..... his face wasn't as nearly as mushy as Dante wanted it, but there was still time. Dante raised his hands and took up a fighting stance with an evil grin on his face.
"You gonna regret fucking with me boy" he said with a smile, "i thought you would have known not to cross me by now"
He lunged forward and swung a punch towards Sergio's face, the guy should have really kept his sword, at least then he would have had an advantage.
A small group of about three hunters had already gathered to watch the fight and more were probably on there way, it was a rare occasion to see a fight in camp. Some were already making wagers on who they think would win.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 27, 2010 14:51:39 GMT -6
Sergio was frankly just glad he didn’t get a black eye yet. That would make it harder to fight back!
“Ye think I act’ally wanna mesh wif you?!” he said, his voice nasally and his words kind of mushy.
Sergio managed to dodge that punch down left and aimed his own punch for Dante’s stomach. He was only alright at hand-to-hand. Dante was right; he should have kept his sword. He could hear a few of the other hunters making bets against him. He frankly would have betted against himself, too! If this were a sword fight, he’d win, but now he wasn’t so sure!
Being sure was half the fight though, unfortunately for Sergio. Where the hell was Camille and her g’damn rifle when you needed her? Together they’d kick the shit out of Dante and take his bloodied corpse back to Conall without a second thought.
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Post by dusk on Oct 29, 2010 16:46:45 GMT -6
The punch connected with Dante's gut, wow the guy actually had a decent punch on him. Dante bent over slightly and grimaced, he was slightly winded but the adrenalin of fighting in hand to hand combat seemed to push him on. He stumbled forward while keeled over, he was pretending to be dazed, his hand shot out and grabbed Sergio's collar.
"Nice punch" said Dante as he swung his head forward and head butted the young man's already crippled nose. Dante shoved him away and took a few steps back just encase Sergio decided to retaliate once more. He reached up to his face and wiped of the streak of blood that had splattered on him when his fore head collided with Sergio's nose.
Dante laughed, "You out of your league... just give up and take the beating" he said with a sly smile.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 29, 2010 17:11:07 GMT -6
Sergio blinked as the punch connected and Dante stumbled over. There was no way he managed to hurt him that badly with one punch. He looked dazed and hurt, but Sergio stayed put. He still managed to get his collar grabbed and get his nose bashed in again. His felt a shit ton of blood in his mouth. He wasn’t sure if getting this much trauma to his nose was going to cause him to die, but then again, his nose was bashed up against his cheek, not into his brain. He managed to stay upright long enough to hear what Dante said to him.
He wanted to reply, but black spots had started to invade his vision. Shit, he couldn’t pass out now, he’d be fucking dead. He stumbled backward, trying to keep his balance, but he felt lightheaded. He suddenly felt himself crashing to the ground without another word, just hoping Dante didn’t fucking kill him.
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Post by dusk on Oct 29, 2010 17:41:53 GMT -6
Dante watched as Sergio fell back wards and hit the floor, was that it, was it over already, Dante was just getting warmed up and now the guy had gone and passed out. He walked over to where Sergio lay and looked down on him, maybe he was faking. Dante raised his boot and stomped down on Sergio's chest just to check if he was awake..... apparently not.
"For fuck's sake...." he said with a scowl as he looked down at him. Dante's hand slowly moved to his holster, he could very easily stick a bullet in Sergio's head but that would get him in more trouble than was worth it. The crowd around had slowly started to dissipate, only a few people stuck around now that the fight was over, either they wanted to see Dante finish him or they were waiting for him to leave so they could help the Sergio.
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