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Post by Soprano on Oct 30, 2010 10:37:51 GMT -6
Enough head trauma on anyone and they will pass out. Considering that Sergio had two kicks and a serious headbutt all to his nose, he was down for the count, aside from the fact that he might have swallowed too much blood. He didn’t move when Dante stomped him in the chest, but it might have hairline fractured one of his ribs. Fact of the matter is, Sergio might be able to take considerable hits, but once you get a severe enough one in… he’s going down eventually, if not quickly.
The crowd around him was waiting for Dante to move out of the way, meaning he was done with Sergio and someone could come in and prevent him from dying from his bloodied and broken nose. Lita Ruthven finally broke through the crowd with shocked eyes.
“Wha’in the…,” she exclaimed, “W’the ‘ell die ‘e do to ye to get ‘im s’damn bloodied!?”
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Post by dusk on Nov 2, 2010 10:30:06 GMT -6
Dante turned around and looked at Lita with a smile, "he pissed me off" replied Dante calmly. That was true, Sergio had pissed him off, serves him right for trying to spy on him.
"Hiding in supply tents and spying on me... I'm not just gonna let sneak around" explained Dante. At least he knew Sergio wouldn't be doing much spying in the near future, but this also meant that he was on to I'm, why else would he risk this, he must know at least something.
Dante turned away from Lita and walked back off towards his own tent, he had left Piper on her own for most the day so it would be good to get back to her and see what she was up to. He stepped over Sergio with a grin and aloud his foot to knock into his ribs as he went.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 2, 2010 11:38:28 GMT -6
Lita frankly couldn’t care. She knew what was going on with Sergio and from what she gathered, the reason he wanted to beat him to a pulp was unrelated to today’s incident. She waited till he was completely gone before she approached Sergio. She stood over him and inspected him. She rolled her eyes. He should get a damn Oscar.
“’E’s gone, ye know,” she said, plainly.
Sergio peeked open an eye and swore loudly. He was in a shitton of pain, but playing possum was the only thing he could think of to get Dante off his back for a second. He was bleeding profusely from the nose and sat up to spit out a lot of blood.
“Le’s go get that nose of ye’s reset, right?” she said, helping him up.
She led him toward the medical tent and he held onto his ribs. He had indeed fractured them, but he was alright.
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