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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 30, 2010 14:14:34 GMT 12
Nodding, he gave her a smile and took a step back, sensing her discomfort. 'It's also wicked sharp. Take it if you want it, I've got others. Now prove it. Attack me. Have your wicked way with me.' He grinned, spreading his arms wide, inviting her to take a shot at his unprotected chest. Whether with the dagger or her hand to hand skills, he didn't care, but the opportunity to have a sparring partner was too good to pass up.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 1, 2010 20:36:54 GMT 12
Green eyes narrowed and centred on his bare chest. She knew he expected her to aim there by the way he smiled and held out his arms in a surrender to her. Pushing her long hair out of her way she took the beautifully, yet deadly dagger in one hand, eyes sizing his body up for the best attack. This took all of a few seconds before she made a leathal jab towards his stomach as a distraction. Gabrielle had been cunning, her jab carefully exicuted so that he would have to step back, the side of his knees connecting with her roundhouse kick. If it wasnt enough to make his big frame fall, he would definately stumble, which was what she wanted.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 2, 2010 12:40:26 GMT 12
She was fast, he'd give her that. Fast, and a quick thinker. Stepping backwards out of range of the dagger, he anticipated the kick and blocked it with a hand, pusing it back and spinning her around. Stepping close, he wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides, and lifted her feet off the ground. Her head still only came just past his chin, and he leaned his head closer to her ear. 'What now, hmm?' She still had the dagger, but it wasn't as if she could use it, what with her hands unable to move.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 2, 2010 14:41:48 GMT 12
Gabrielle felt his arms tighten around her as she was lifted off the ground into his embrace. Turning her head around to stare at him with her intelligent green eyes, her face was very close to his, her breath feathering out over his jaw. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest against her back and couldnt help but think that his chest was bare, that she had seen him naked. But she didnt need that right now, she didnt like the position she was in... at all. By the way she had attacked him before, and by the way he had dodged the attack, she knew that if she tryed anything of that sort again, it would be rendered useless. Her legs were free however but she could tell his sharp mind would have already picked up on that and would have a way of avoiding whatever she tryed. She made her eyes appear heavy as she stared at him, lips parting slightly, body slumping into a very flawless and realistic faint. It was a tactic she had both tryed and succeeded many a time, many people thinking that the loss of conciousness was merely because of her illness. Her head resting on her shoulder, hair around her shoulders, to anyone who didnt know her well enough, it would seem that she was fainting from the deprivation of insulin.
The thought briefly occured to her that he would know she had had a dose of insulin earlier but he of course had no idea of the sevreity of her illness, let alone theamount she would need a day. He couldnt figure that out surely by looking at her.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 2, 2010 15:00:12 GMT 12
Absorbing her dead weight easily, he paused, for a moment enjoying the feel of her against him, hard to soft. With a growl, he lay her down, face up, kneeling over her with his legs straddling her hips. Leaning forward, he pinned her hands over her head with one of his own, and the other lifted her chin. 'You're faking' he said plainly, knowing that whether or not she was, he would win. If she was, he had let her know, if she wasn't, she wouldn't have heard. But he was pretty sure she was, knowing that she had taken a shot no more than an hour ago. Even the worst diabetics didn't need a shot every hour, and certainly didn't faint that fast.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 2, 2010 15:13:19 GMT 12
Gabrielle felt his weight on her hips scowling. Now she was in a far worse position, the fact that she was completely helpless and he was straddling her hips not helping. Opening her green eyes, the travelled down his body to where he sat on his hips, holding her, unable to move. "And if I was that doesnt give you permission to straddle my hips. It wont get you anywhere." Her arms struggled against his hold on them, giving up with little glare. She had to admire his body though, pure muscle, not an ounce of fat on him, raw power.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 2, 2010 15:27:42 GMT 12
He raised a blonde streaked black eyebrow. 'Wasn't planning on going anywhere.' She could take that either way. He wasn't going to get up, and he wasn't trying anything, it just happened to be the best way to hold her down. He released her hands with a grin and lifted his hands, opening them wide in a similar action to his earlier one.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 2, 2010 15:38:29 GMT 12
She had a hard time figuring out if he was alone in this cave because people hated him or because he chose it. Maybe he scared everyone off by doing this sort of thing. Raising a ginger eyebrow she fidgeted annoyingly, green eyes catching sight of his leg beside her. Sliding an arm under the joint she pushed him over, using it as a lever getting him on his back, her trapped between his legs. Or well she would be when he realised his vantage point. Cursing herself mentally she realised that she had been too slow.
[sorree]
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 2, 2010 15:52:39 GMT 12
Wrapping his legs around her as she rolled them, he kept the momentum going so they ended up back where they had been, this time part of each of his legs under her, lifting her up. 'Good, but move faster next time, get out of reach.' He was slipping into instructor mode, something he didn't do often, but he knew that she would be forced to use this knowledge for real sometime and was going to help her out any way he could.
[soree :\]
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 2, 2010 16:15:42 GMT 12
Gabrielles features softened as he instructed her, though the fact that he was still on her ticked her off. Nodding she realised that beacuse his legs were under her, she was being pressed up... against him. She'd never been taught how to get out of this position and she had to wonder what she would be in theis position for anyway. A raping? Frowing she braced herself up on her forearms, eyes narrowing at him, asking her question. She wouldnt be stupid enough to get in this position anyway.
[Nope. mines worse (:]
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 2, 2010 17:56:27 GMT 12
Grabbing her hands, he guided them to the inside of his knees, pressing slightly. 'Pressure points. Apply enough force, and the nerves will sieze, and the legs will straighten. Not to mention it's painful.' He let go of her hands, leaving them there, and allowed her to chose to or figure something out herself.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 2, 2010 20:25:34 GMT 12
Gabrielle let him show her the pressure points, interest dawning on her face as she contemplated what he said. Using her thumbs, her fingers splayed across his knees she applied pressure, not holding back, not wanting to be nice. She could feel when it would start to hurt and she increased the pressure, meeting his eyes. "What else can I do from this position?" She started to get a dull ache behind her eyes but she ignored it, pushing it to the back of her head to worry about later.
[meh]
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 4, 2010 14:51:24 GMT 12
As she pushed down on his knees, he gritted his teeth but otherwise didn't move, didn't flinch. 'When you're really wanting out, you have to press harder than that.' Her question made him think, and he paused. 'With my legs like this, not much until you get them out. But if they lean forward -' he did so, hair swinging down and tickling her face, nose millimetres from hers, '- go for the eyes, the ears, anything that will give them pain. Your hands are free, so use them to your advantage.'
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 4, 2010 15:16:28 GMT 12
She frowned, processing his words, wriggling her legs uncomfortably. One leg was starting to go to sleep, sending shooting pains up her thigh, meanwhile the ache behind her eyes had a fucking amp out, making it slightly worse, increasing more and more. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she focused her green eyes on him, silently contemplating her next manouver. His nose, so close ot her face got her attention as she palmed it, just below breaking it, grabbing his hair and yanking him sideways. When he was off her, she braced her legs in a defensive position, slipping away slowly..
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 10, 2010 18:47:19 GMT 12
With a slight grimance, Rafe rolled, staying on his back as she moved away, pausing a moment before sitting up. 'That's good, just remember that if someone has gotten you into that position you need to act immediately, and get away.' Meeting her eyes, he grinned, rubbing his nose. The thing had been lucky to not be broken, though it had seemed she hadn't exactly been trying to break it in the first place. Still seated, his head cocked to the side as his gaze narrowed, fixed on her. There was something a little off, what was - there. Coming to his feet in a smooth motion, he moved in closer to her, obviously not attacking, and rested a couple of fingers on her temple. 'Headache?'
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