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tampered2006-09-28 04:37 pm
riteofmaldoran.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-09-28 04:37 pm
Log; Ongoing?
When; September 27th, Ritual Day
Rating; PG-13 (for now?)
Characters; Vala [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riteofmaldoran], Barbossa [captain_hector], Link [jikan_no_uta], and anyone else who wants to jump in.
Summary; Vala, during the escape with Will and Elizabeth, gets seperated and into a bit of trouble. As usual.
Log;
She ran.
Or, half-stumbled, more like.
It had been a trick just getting down there, and with everyone on the move at the same time, she had foolishly thought they would make it out easily. And it had been relatively so... until that hulk of a man came out of no where with his cronies. Which was whom she was currently running from, to distract them so Will and Elizabeth could get out.
And damnit, they had better get out. They so owed her for this.
She ducked around the next bend and pressed herself to the wall, holding her breath and listening as the man came stomping after her. Mentally counting down, she remained motionless until he was just about to turn the corner-- then she sprung.
She went on autopilot, dark eyes sharp, always two steps ahead. Kick. Spin. Duck and weave. Darting to the side she swung around to land a blow to his temple, but she miscalculated distance and recovery time and found herself winded and suddenly very familiar with the ground. Panting, she moved to right herself-- only to have another attacker, newly arrived (she hadn't seen him before) hit her in the ribs and send her down again.
Gasping for breath, she rolled, leg swinging out to connect with the guard's groin, and the surprised pause that followed allowed her to recover to her feet--
Only to note that she was surrounded. And severely outnumbered.
Another beat, and then she gave a wide, if slightly wobbly, grin, wiping blood from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Now, now, boys. I hardly think--"
She didn't get the sentence out before, swearing profusely, the man she kicked in the balls came at her. She grinned wider and moved, ready to fight again, giving all she could...
But without help, she knew this battle was lost.
Rating; PG-13 (for now?)
Characters; Vala [
riteofmaldoran], Barbossa [captain_hector], Link [jikan_no_uta], and anyone else who wants to jump in.Summary; Vala, during the escape with Will and Elizabeth, gets seperated and into a bit of trouble. As usual.
Log;
She ran.
Or, half-stumbled, more like.
It had been a trick just getting down there, and with everyone on the move at the same time, she had foolishly thought they would make it out easily. And it had been relatively so... until that hulk of a man came out of no where with his cronies. Which was whom she was currently running from, to distract them so Will and Elizabeth could get out.
And damnit, they had better get out. They so owed her for this.
She ducked around the next bend and pressed herself to the wall, holding her breath and listening as the man came stomping after her. Mentally counting down, she remained motionless until he was just about to turn the corner-- then she sprung.
She went on autopilot, dark eyes sharp, always two steps ahead. Kick. Spin. Duck and weave. Darting to the side she swung around to land a blow to his temple, but she miscalculated distance and recovery time and found herself winded and suddenly very familiar with the ground. Panting, she moved to right herself-- only to have another attacker, newly arrived (she hadn't seen him before) hit her in the ribs and send her down again.
Gasping for breath, she rolled, leg swinging out to connect with the guard's groin, and the surprised pause that followed allowed her to recover to her feet--
Only to note that she was surrounded. And severely outnumbered.
Another beat, and then she gave a wide, if slightly wobbly, grin, wiping blood from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Now, now, boys. I hardly think--"
She didn't get the sentence out before, swearing profusely, the man she kicked in the balls came at her. She grinned wider and moved, ready to fight again, giving all she could...
But without help, she knew this battle was lost.