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Post by alexharvey on Feb 7, 2013 18:42:50 GMT -5
Rayne hardly made a sound when the blonde surprisingly grabbed his ear and tore it down, but his head went along with the move, his body crouching. He was sturdy but he liked his ears attached to his head and unlike his dog he wasn't immune to pain. He tried to mind keeping a tight grip on the mans wrist, but he wasn't prone to reflexes. The iron twist was eased only lightly, while the man once again struggled to regain his footage and instead used his ducked position to deliver a blow to the man's liver.
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Jim dodged the Gingers attack barely, the blade nicked his skin on his temple and started to bleed violently. He barely noticed from the red dripping on his shirt from the corner of his eye and the fast in his mouth, lashing out at the Ginger himself, but even though he felt no pain, the missing hand threw him off balance and the major blood loss made him a slight bit dizzy. He barely grazed his opponents abdomen with his knife, sliding one foot back for a more steady stance and using the new stability to whip forward again, trying to pierce his opponent. While doing so he kept looking up to see whether any changes in the Gingers face occurred, whether he had lied or not.
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elgie
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Perrick "Perry" Calborne
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Post by elgie on Feb 7, 2013 19:31:45 GMT -5
Once again Perry's desperate attempt at getting Rayne to let go of him was in vain, and was probably his worst idea yet, considering what happened afterwards. A blow to the liver was bad by itself, but since it sat where his already damaged ribs were, he was met with agonizing pain. A pitiful yelp comes out of him and he immediately falls to his knees, only managing to stay up because his wrist was being held.
The pain coursing through him was almost unbearable and caused his eyes to water. He hugs his free arm around his ribs, trembling in pain while he takes shallow breaths. Perry didn't know what he could possibly do now, he could hardly move by this point, let alone try and take this powerful man down.
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Post by vladimir on Feb 8, 2013 7:40:58 GMT -5
The slice of the blade across his navel was far less painful than what he'd anticipated and, in the end, Reinhardt didn't struggle to keep his composure this time around. He was putting forth a distinct effort to act and react as smoothly as possible, wanting to maintain his original advantage of ambiguity for as long as possible before Jim had any cause to suspect him of being a liar.
Leaning in the opposite direction the knife had swept, Reinhardt took a wider (though still mobile) stance and braced himself with one arm forward to guard his throat, sliding his letter opener back against his palm and curling his fingers into a fist about the blade in such a way that he'd not cut himself accidentally. Pulling the fist back, he punched forwards at the other man's throat, hoping that Jim may not immediately sense that there'd be more to the blow than knuckles and might fail to back up sufficiently to avoid the small edge peeking out between his curled fingers.
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Post by alexharvey on Feb 9, 2013 9:25:04 GMT -5
Tommy watched the pitiful fight of the blonde, who was more or less powerless against a man of Raynes caliber. His tongue pressed between his lips, he grew more and more unsteady of what to do. The boy had no idea of a principe such as right and wrong, good and bad, and all he had been told was that these mean were actually the good guys, the bounty hunters. So it was less a thing of ideals or morals than sheer impulse that he roared frustrated and broke the window with his rifles wooden end, leaning in through the remainders of broken shards and 'aiming' for Rayne. He hit everything but the man naturally, but at least he managed to startle him a bit, or so it seemed. Maybe he was minimally surprised? Hopefully.
Pru shrieked at the sudden shots from behind her back, jolting and curling even more at the sudden impact of pain from basically everywhere. She forced her eyes open to see Perry go down to his knees, Rayne taking a small step back. The blonde doubled over and Rayne spotted the gun in the back of his pants, pulling it out whilst Tommy would have had to recharge and firing at the boy. Unfortunately the man unlike the Ginger knew how to aim and although Tommy tried to evade by backing away a bullet grazed his arm, the force of the caliber throwing his shoulder back and making him lose balance, roll over the roof and land inelegantly on the dusty ground below, coughing and gritting his teeth in pain. There that's what you got for trying to do something nice. Never ever again.
He crawled forward again to see how the other pair was doing in the main hall.
Jim was to focussed on the Gingers face to take note of the hidden blade, so he dodged only slightly, thinking the fist might only have grazed his neck. He didn't realize his artery was nicked and he was basically bleeding his guts out, instead he charged again, intending to stab his opponent properly in the guts this time.
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elgie
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Perrick "Perry" Calborne
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Post by elgie on Feb 9, 2013 17:36:05 GMT -5
The sudden noise of breaking glass caused Perry to snap his head over towards the window only to duck back down as a rain of bullets went off in all sorts of directions. He wasn't even able to catch a glimpse of who had begun shooting out of nowhere, only hoping that none of the bullets would hit him or Prudence. When the gunshots finally stopped, Perry felt the grip on his wrist finally slacken and he takes the chance to snatch it away only to hiss in pain at the throbbing in his either sprained or broken arm.
His pistol is suddenly taken and his eyes widen, thinking he was about to be killed by his own weapon, only to hear the shots fired off towards the window instead. Using the last of his strength while doing his best to ignore the pain, Perry takes this moment of distraction to quickly fall backwards and kick out towards Rayne with all his might, hoping to make the man at least fall over. If he was lucky, maybe this plan wouldn't backfire on him.
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Post by vladimir on Feb 9, 2013 17:52:53 GMT -5
Reinhardt could see the life exploding out of Jim in great red spurts, but if the man himself noticed or sensed that he was losing such a tremendous amount of the vital fluid he didn't show it. His face still pulled into a proper mask, Rey marveled internally at how unaffected his opponent was, nearly failing to notice that Jim was preparing to make another strike at him.
With his attention momentarily diverted and one of his legs weakened from the sheer number of knife wounds it bore, Reinhardt was pressing his luck in trying to get one arm up fast enough to block the blade, much less to hop out of range of the attack. He could feel the blade slice past his skin and into the meat of his forearm with a thick sound as it hit bone. Inside he screamed, but outside he managed to maintain his austerity, letting shock, pain and panic drive his next actions. Reaching forwards in a smooth movement, Reinhardt took hold of Jim's wrist while his knife was still halfway through his arm, twisted his hand sharply to snap Jim's own upwards and perhaps force him to drop the knife, and shoved it away before yanking down-- hard-- with the intent of breaking the wrist. All the while he kept his other arm at his side, tensed up and with every single finger shaking with the erratic rhythm which only ever accompanies nerve trauma. If the knife was indeed dropped, Reinhardt would waste no time in stomping down on it and kicking it away into the debris which filled the room.
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