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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 22:03:58 GMT
"I meant everything you can do. Not saying you do anything incorrectly, please. I'm just trying to help, stop making me into the bitch I don't wanna be." She pulls a pen out from her hair, and stands, patiently waiting.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 22:05:51 GMT
"well, would it not make sense to give me an opponent? So I'm not just boxing the air like a moron?"
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 22:07:11 GMT
"Well I meant abilities, but okay. Would you rather me, the small redhead, but surprisingly lethal opponent, or, that guy." Points over to the man she was talking to previously, who growls and scowls.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 22:09:55 GMT
"I'll take beef cake." Zack said, unphased by the growling and scowling.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 22:13:40 GMT
"Well tough crap you got me," she flings the clipboard behind her and removes her leather coat, going out into the center of the field in front of Zack.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 22:16:16 GMT
Zack rolls his eyes, and assumes a fighting stance. "whatever. Let's just get this over with so I can go back to sleep."
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 22:20:04 GMT
"Sure." In a sweeping move Annie moves to hit Zack, confusing him, and kicks him square in the solar-plexus.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 22:25:18 GMT
Zack was ready for it. The hit connected, but he grabbed her foot and twisted, whacking her in the face with a wing on the way down.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 22:39:16 GMT
She grows red in the face, while thinking of Russian ballet she viciously elbows Zack in the shoulder, and twists his arm around behind his back, forcing him to the ground. "Do not, whack me with your wing, Zachary. Or you'll regret it."
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 23:11:13 GMT
"you wanted to see what I could do. So I'm doing it." he flapped his wings a few times, each time, hitting Annie in the side of the head, and lifting himself off the ground.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 23:16:54 GMT
Annie falls back, whacking her head off the ground. A man in red glasses and the man previously start to stand, but decide against it when Annie uneasily stands, fury written on her face. "I meant your powers you stupid idiot!" She screams at him, holding her head, vision blurring.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 23:18:55 GMT
"oh, okay then." he closed his eyes, still on an offensive stance.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 23:20:53 GMT
Annie sits down momentarily, she opens her eyes, and smiles sharply. "Now, from the beginning. Show me your techniques." She grunts, cracking her neck.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 23:25:48 GMT
"... You just gonna sit there, or are you going to attack me?"
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 11, 2015 23:28:00 GMT
"You really are thick. Show me. Your powers, dufus." She grits.
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