JULIANNE A. BROOKS
Rune Knight
sometimes i think i'm crazy, i'm crazy oh so crazy!
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Ooc Name: Solace
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Post by JULIANNE A. BROOKS on Aug 17, 2013 1:38:35 GMT -5
Rise up in me Kneel down and clear The stone of leaves I wander out where you can't see Inside my shell I wait and bleed The positioning of the hammer was quite unfavorable for her petite adversary. After all, her motions succeeded in everything she intended. The shaft of the hammer, since as previously mentioned her arm had been brought up, was now resting atop of her forearm. Julianne remained unfazed for she did not see or hear the ground mitigate the hammer's impact, because she was holding it up with her arm. In layman's terms, it was forming a cross shape with her arm, and the head of the hammer was over her shoulder. Moreover, there was absolutely no stress on her body, because for some reason the yangire before her had chosen to hold onto the hammer, in turn allowing this fifty pound hammer to continue straining and harassing her arms with its ludicrous weight. Of course, the blonde little bug now could exploit her entire front, because instead of dropping the hammer, she decidedly maintained it in her supposed iron grip. Now, when the blade pierced the flesh and landed the mortal wound, she was surprised to see that the damage must have registered with such haste that the strike so lethally placed on her anatomy failed to occur to her. Or perhaps, she figured, the girl's congenital analgesia stemmed from not knowing of the strike. It was commendable, really, for she noted that if her own skull was for example impacted with a baseball bat, ignorance would not be her savior nor would it prevent her body from its usual procedures, which included but was not limited to shock, blood filling the pericardial sac, whatever that was, the pressure around the heart preventing the ventricles from filling up and pumping blood to the crucial organs of the body. Granted, since Julianne was a seasoned knight with military training, she knew how to deal with things like this. With the placement of her dagger and the blatant puerility of her girl before her, she figured the fate of this woman was obviously in her hands. Since, unlike the shitstain bleeding profusely before her, her core was somewhat merciful, she decided she would leave the blade in, so she wouldn't completely bleed out and she could be in an ER in a couple of minutes to receive whatever medical treatment and hopefully psychological treatment for the personified homicidal banality. However, she had to formally end the match so she could get to her next opponent, so as to spend another second's worth of time to end another whimsical reign of glory prematurely. Thanks to the fact her hands were still holding onto a fifty pound hammer, and the fact she just shifted her entire body to perform a predictable kick, otherwise it wouldn't get enough momentum to actually do anything that wasn't comparable to a flybite, and their bodies were only an inch away from another since Julianne simply, obviously, pulled herself close upon, as previously mentioned, closing the gap between them and performing her lunge, Julia's counter was rather simplistic. All she did was shift her offhand from her head, let the shaft of the hammer rest on her shoulder, and catch the girl's leg, because with their positioning, the only logical place it could land was her hip. Now, the girl was standing on one leg, holding a hammer, forfeiting every last sliver of balance she could have mustered. The child had, again, exposed herself greatly. Both hands were occupied, one leg was occupied. Julianne pulled her other leg from underneath her in a formal tackle, and attempted to slam her to the ground. Then, her grip still on the hilt of the blade, she ripped it down, to cause more damage, rupture more important things, in hopes of getting this over with so the arena hosts could piece her back together with whatever dominical healing that effort would mandate. Of course, she was apathetic to whether or not that was actually possible in her opponent's current state. It didn't matter to her. As for her ruthlessness, it wasn't normal. It seemed that the malice and unsettled feelings, anger and bloodthirst from the obstinately wandering spirits done to death in the arena had influenced the vehement blonde, urging her to indulge in such gore and ruin. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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