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Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

she scowled, annoyed when he failed to poke his head out, she supposed he'd learned his lesson after the first time, she had no idea how she'd missed, but he had very nearly lost the tip of his nose. she rolled her eyes as he called out that it hadn't been him, and unrolled the order of execution and read it aloud. One Sol Gareth is wanted dead, for the burning of two towns and the deaths of Dozens. Sol Gareth is hereby life forfeit due to A Prophecy where he is declared the Harbinger of Doom, and the Bringer of the Apocalypse! she went on, reading the rest of the letter before folding it up and tucking it into her pocket once more, pausing as she considered. The People who want you dead, are very good at what they do Sol Gareth! she declared, loudly and with great annoyance. they have spent their entire lives looking for people like you! just because you are not actively going to destroy the earth, doesn't mean you won't cause it's destruction by accident! do you really want the deaths of thousands, of millions of people on your hands!? she demanded. Either come out of that Gods Fucking Mill and turn yourself in to be executed, or i get annoyed and come in after you... and i'm already pretty pissed off Sol, and i've been itching to find out how much skin a human can loose before they bleed to death! that was a new threat, usually she just threatened to cut off his dick, this time she was actually talking about torture. we'll start with your forehead! the face is really rather sensitive you know. she admitted with a smirk. or, we can always play it out where you sit in there and slowly starve to death, and i sit here with a nice warm fire, and plenty of Rabbit and dried meat and fresh water to eat and drink. your trapped in there Sol, i don't even have to go in after you, now that i think of it, i can just sit out here and enjoy a nice long rest while i wait for you to waste away in misery. she cackled, delighting in that. it's a shame really.. she admitted simply. i had been hoping to fuck you before i killed you. this was a ploy that usually worked. Sol knew he was dead, at least, she figured he did by now. there where very few men who would resist a final fuck before they hit the dirt, after all, who didn't want to go down having sex?
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

The list was read. The accusations were made. The monk was not pleased. Sol never believed in the idea of being forced to follow a certain path or destiny. He believed himself to be a man who could create his own lot in life and control it in any way he pleased. That's why the idea of being this supposed destroyer displeased him so. It was made even worse when that list accused him of being the one who burned his hometown to the ground twelve years ago. He was a fucking child then! It was so damn insane! This had to end one way or another. And he'd be damned if he was going to let some pretentious assassin do him in before he got to the bottom of this mystery. Trying to put the provocations of the woman out of his mind, he readied himself for what he believed to be a drawn out, annoying as hell fight. A few minutes passed with no words from him until the sounds of footsteps could be heard coming towards the door. As if he were a man resigned to his fate, he stood within the doorway, his hood covering his eyes and his arms lowered to his sides. It appeared as if the monk had finally given up and surely, that might please the assassin. But if she thought she could be the only provocative one in this encounter, she would have another thing coming. Well, I guess it can't be helped, he began, his gaze seemingly lowered to the ground before suddenly looking directly at her with eyes full of vigor and determination. I thought I could put this off by convincing you of my innocence, but I guess I'll have to physically force you stop! And with one swift motion, Sol pulled off his jacket to reveal his fit and ready form. A form hardened through years of training with monks who mastered the art of physical combat through constant training and dedication. There wasn't a man or woman alive he believed could take him in a fight and he was about to prove it.
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

she smirked as he proved to be stupid, and stepped out into the light of the sun, she licked her lips at how very meek and submissive he looked, she assumed he was tired from all the running. she scowled as he spoke again, some nonesense about proving his innocence, she couldn't care less. her hands tightened on the golden spear in her hands and her eyes fixed on his, watching that determination. you hav e trained for twelve years. your endurance and physical prowess are impressive... but i have been training for twenty two. you cannot hope to defeat me Fire Starter. she stated simply. i have capabilities that you could only dream of... you see my spear? it had a strange gleam to it, as if it was wet. it is bathed in one of my own unique creations, it will shut down active muscles, sparing only your internal organs... it will leave you as limp, and helpless as a doll, and it only takes a scratch. she smirked at him. what hope do you really have? you where better off in that Mill. she stated before striking at him. she was before him in an instant, proof of her training as the Spear sliced through air. he would be cut across the chest if he wasn't paying attention. if he was, it was almost too easy to step away from the attack, it was almost as if she was... testing him, instead of trying to kill him. go on, Fire Starter... lets see if your training, comes close to mine. she taunted, striking again, a jab this time, sending the tip of her spear right for his belly, but again, it was easy to evade... she was either testing him, or taunting him. it was hard to tell with her, hell the first time he'd met her, she'd been pretending to be a girl, sobbing over the supposed deaths of her parents, and then spent the next several hours 'pretending' loudly, to be playing Hide and Seek... maybe she was a little mad?
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

To Sol, this girl was so naive. It didn't matter whether or not he had twelve years of training or twelve hundred. It was how the person utilizes that training that determines how strong they were. It was a point the monk was about to prove to this girl who essentially blurted out how her weapon worked. Either she was super confident or just plain stupid. Either way, he knew what to look out for now as she came at him. If there was one thing she did prove to him, it was that she was indeed quick. The way she utilized that spear also proved that she was very capable of handling weaponry, a far cry from his mere ability to use his fists. But while he lacked the tip of a spear or the poison strong enough to bring down a bear, he did have the flexibility of a cat. This allowed him to bend his body back and avoid the first slash of the spear by mere centimeters. She was not done yet, however as her next move proved to be a little trickier. Having not moved from the spot where he first stood, perhaps as a sign of bravado or simply the fact that his evasive technique used no uneccessary movements, he was open to a full thrust from the assassins spear. But as the spear inched closer and closer to his gut, the monk was beginning to feel something was a bit off. It was as if this woman were slowing down to see how he would react to her movements. With very little time to spare and the desire to end this fight quickly with minimal injuries to both parties, he was forced to oblige her tactic, this time using his palm to strike the shaft of the spear and divert its path. As it moved away from him, so did Sol take his first steps, turning his body towards the assassin. This twisting momentum brought his arm swinging around, his palm prime to deliver a chop to the back of her skull and render her unconcious then and there. This was the martial arts training of his kind. While assassins like her prefered weaonry and poisons to deliver death quietly and from a distance, monks like him thrived on close quarters combat, delivering crushing blows with their fists and painful submission locks with their nigh breakable grip.
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

she laughed as he slapped the spear away from him, she laughed because he had made a very serious mistake, as many did, assuming she couldn't fight without a weapon, or rather, couldn't fight in close quarters... what kind of idiot was this? she was an Assassin, logic would have told her to be aware of several different kinds of fighting styles, especially after twenty one years of training. she would teach him his lesson... but she had to admit, at least he hadn't batted away the actual spear, a scratch would take him down, a smudge of the liquid on his palm would be enough to make him dizzy enough to seriously affect his fighting style. she had to admit, she was impressed with him, he was fast, quick and nimble, like a fucking cat... but then again, so was she. as he struck the shaft of her spear, she dropped it, twisting her body away from his strike, her fist burying itself in the nearest 'soft spot' she could find. there where many places that where shockingly painful, aside from the obvious. sure there was the groin, or the belly, but a monk like him would have been trained to ignore the obvious pains... she wanted something a little more debilitating. her fist would strike the soft spot just under the kneecap, or she would strike the inner thigh on the nerve cluster, which would make his leg numb for a few moments, and then tingle terrible, as if he had sat on it too long and it had fallen asleep. she might even have a chance at his Kidney if he twisted too much going for the back of her neck. the most annoying part about her own unique fighting style, was that as soon as she made a hit, she was leaping back, away from retaliation. she struck and then she rolled away from him while he was distracted by the knee strike, her fist had struck just right to crumble the knee on a normal man, but this was no normal man and she gripped her spear tightly, the tip aimed at him as she watched his every movement, he was hurt, that she was certain of, but some people handled pain better than others, and she wasn't about to let her guard down not knowing how badly she had, or had not damaged him. she had felt no bones grating, shifting, or breaking, so she knew he wasn't hurt any more seriously than a bruise... maybe a torn and strained muscle if she was very lucky. your better than you look. she teased, her eyes fixed on him. go on... let's see what else you got. she ordered, smirking viciously. i'm not going to hold back anymore. and she struck again, the tip of her spear slicing through air, much faster than before, there was a good chance of him getting out of the way in time, so long as he wasn't affected by his knee too much, but she wasn't holding back now, as soon as he ducked or dodged one attack, there was another right behind it. she was trying to wear him out, and give him no chance to attack her. she was a very offensive person... which meant, she was probobly very weak when it came to defense, which he could find to his advantage if he could get her on the defensive...
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

With the woman boasting about her poisoned spear so much, it was a surpirse to Sol that she actually dropped it. It was just barely enough to distract him so that she could go for her next target, his legs. He had to admit then as the sensitive parts of his leg came under attack that her strategy was sound. Taking out the base of his power and movement would leave him vulnderable to attack. He would have put a stop to it had she not been moving all over the damn place after each strike, causing him to concentrate on following her with his eyes rather than actually continuing his attack. What was left was him forcing to move backwards and out of harms way lest she decide to go for his other leg. He slid the weakened leg behind him as if to protect it while the numbness and tingling died down. By this time, of course, the assassin had regained control of her spear and once again pointed it at him. There was a chance that if he showed any affects from the attack, she might see it as a sign of weakness and go in for the kill. Thus, he gave no indication of pain or discomfort and instead readied himself for the next attack...as soon as she stoped the chatter of course. What came next was much faster than before and, just as she had said, she didn't seem to be holding back this time. Again, she released the spear, this time like a javelin hoping to impale him on its sharp, poisonous tip. However, unlike the constantly changing angles of the girl's debilitating blows, the spear was flying but in a straight line. A simple task to dodge which Sol did by bending his good leg into a sort of crouching position. Knowing the weapon would fly off somewhere other than his flesh, he could, this time, concentrate on the girl who once again came on the offensive. With his lower position, it almost seemed as if Sol were kneeling to his attacker in defeat. What he was really doing, however, was putting all of his power into his good leg. As soon as the assassin got close enough, he would push off with it and go for a tackle attack. It might not have the impact had he been able to use both legs to their full potential, but at such close range, it would be nearly impossible to dodge.
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

she scowled when her attack seamed to have failed. he was favoring the leg she had struck a little, but not much, she assumed that he simply had a higher pain tolerance than she had anticipated, or she had missed the sensitive flesh and had struck something less damaging. she threw the spear at him, hoping to nick him to no avail, not that she had expected it to work, the spear was too large anyway, it was in the way in the close range combat. a spear was a mid range, meant to keep the opponent at a distance while she picked apart their defenses, this was a time for close range work, which meant daggers and knives. she wasn't as good with them as she was her spear, but she didn't really care, he was on his last legs, or that's what she assumed as she saw him kneel. she darted in, knife at the ready, and shrieked in surprise when he struck her in a full on tackle... she hadn't so much as fallen into his trap, as she had raced right into it. she snarled, her eyes flashing with rage as she hit the ground, all the air rushing out of her lungs, gasping hard her fists flew, striking anything she could reach in a desperate attempt to kick him off of her so she could catch her breath back. i.. knew.. you.. just wanted... me.. on my.. bad... per..vert! she managed to wheeze, her foot kicking, trying to find the ever so sensitive spot between his legs, she was dizzy and couldn't figure out how he was laying on top of her. her fists struck for flesh, flinging blindly. wildly, but even wild swings hit flesh on occasion. unfortunately for her, she was pretty much defenseless, she wasn't even trying to defend herself, it was as if it hadn't even occurred to her to try, her face, her neck, her chest, all exposed and defenseless... as a Monk, he would no doubt try to not kill her, but she couldn't count on that, she'd known plenty of Monks all too willing to kill to defend themselves. no, she attacked instead, her punches and her eyes desperate, almost afraid as she shook her head, struggling to clear it even as she fought to get her breath, one hand swinging, the other struggling to get to a blade that she had along her thigh, which was rather hard to get to and she was cursing her own inability to think as she struggled to push him back, away from her before he could slit her throat.
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

His counter was perfect. If only she had hung on to that spear a little longer, she might not have resorted once again to charging him with guns blazing. Now the two of them were entangled together, Rin recoiling at the impact Sol had hit her with and struggling to get his mass off of her so she could go for her weapon, and Sol, taking advantage of such struggling to apply a restraining hold on her. It was clear she probably had no experience with a ground game, doing nothing but flailing about, and for the monk, it would be easy for him to control the situation now...that is if he didn't feel a sudden impact between his legs. This brought about a grunt of pain from the young man who, despite his desire to smack the assassin right upside the head, kept his cool and squeezed his thighs together under him, effectively stopping the lower limbs from doing any more damage. Now all that was left was to restrain her hands. In this aspect, the assassin seemed like a defensless girl, perhaps fearful that he might harm her physically or sexually as she huffed under her breath. Sol wasn't the kind of guy to do that, though under different circumstances, he would use this opprotunity to, as they say, go wild...with her permission of course. But now wasn't the time for such thoughts. As he caught one of her flailing hands, he quickly reached for the other. It was just in time too as the monk could see that she was dangerously close to a weapon which, for all he knew, was just as poisonous as the spear. With both hands secure, he pulled them outward, leaving the assassin in a sort of crucifix pose. You can stop struggling now, the monk let out with a breath of exhaustion. I doubt any training you have now is capable of pulling a secure mass such as myself off of you. Besides, I need you to conserve that energy so you can tell me what the hell is going on around here. Who are you? And what's with this 'Fire Starter' nonsense?
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

she snarled like a wild animal as she found herself pinned to the ground, struggling and wriggling before going limp underneath him, panting hard as she closed her eyes to regain her breath. there was one or two things she could do to get him off of her, but she wanted to rest for a moment and calculate her best options... at least her theory about him not wanting to kill her was correct, which meant he wasn't directly responsible for the fires. he was too soft hearted, he could never had lit those fires on purpose. self defense? maybe, if no one else had been around, no, this stupid idiot wasn't responsible for the fires, but that didn't mean they weren't his fault... unless he was being framed? who knew? at this point, she knew as much as he did. she stared up at him with anger and hatred in her eyes before looking away and muttering something under her breath, making him either order her to speak up, or lean down to hear her. you started those fucking Fires, that's why your called Fire Starter. she growled, her eyes narrowed. i was sent to kill you, to stop an ancient prophecy, with which a creature of Man... that's you, unleashes Hell upon the earth. demons, in other words. all the evil trapped in hell, will be released, and set loose upon the earth, and it will be your fault, even if you don't know how, or why, it will be your fault. her voice was getting quieter and quieter, making him lean down more, and more to hear her. bit i have come to realize something... she admitted, once he was close enough... if he was that stupid anyways. her head snapped forward, her forehead aimed for his nose, trying to break his nose with her head. even if he jerked his head back in time, she twisted, arching her hips, pressing their crotches together in an almost sexual manner until one realized that she was trying to Roll them, her back leaving the sand underneath her as she tried to take his surprise to advantage, and pin HIM to the sand instead. it only had a slim chance of working, but if Sol was in pain, she might have a more decent chance of pulling it off... she wasn't sure if she'd hit him with her head or not, she had too much adrenaline in her system to care.
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

It took a moment, but the girl finally seemed to calm down enough for Sol to finally get some information out of her. In fact, he didn't need to interrogate her or anything. She just spilled the beans right there and then. And what beans they were! Somehow, it was too fantastic to believe. Him, the architect of destruction. Bringer of demons, fire and destruction. What a load of crap... The monk scowled at the assassin as he found it to be a ridiculous notion before noticing that, as she was continuing to speak, her voice was getting lighter. It was like she was going mute or something. Eh? Speak up. I can't hear you, he said as he leaned in to listen to what were now becoming whispers. Little did he know that it was just another sneaky tactic to draw him in. It was just the kind of tactic an assassin like her would use and it worked to perfection. What a fool Sol was. As he leaned in, eager to hear the rest of this girl's little tale, she personally introduced her forehead to his face. Not having any clue it was coming, the monk was shocked and recoiled, loosening his grip on her and allowing for her counterattack. His head was ringing a bit and his vision blurred temporarily, but when he regained his senses, he suddenly found that he was the one on the bottom. Amazingly enough however, he did not appear to resist at all. Feigning serious injury, he let out a low moan of discomfort and lifted his hand to his forehead. He might have been playing a part, but it still hurt a bit, being a blow he couldn't see coming. He began to speak again, making sure to keep an eye on the girl, lest she carry out another deadly attack on his being. You're a real piece of work, you know that? Half compliment, half insult. Maybe it would stay her hand temporarily. She did have a habit of talking from what he could tell and if he could keep her doing so, then he might learn a little more about the people sent to kill him.
Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

she laughed a little as she slammed her head into his, the pain didn't bother her too much, she'd done this too many times to count. she rolled him, and pinned him to the ground, her hands on his shoulders, leaving his hands free, she was enjoying this little fight, she really was. yes, i know. she teased, snickering as she leaned down, catching his lips with her own, kissing him, passionately, her tongue stroking along his lips as she worked his mouth with her own, enticing him to kiss back as her hand slid lower, sliding along his belly, heading almost straight for his crotch, but she never got there, with the sound of ringing metal, she pulled the blade from it's holster, and she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with delight as she used the tip of her knife to trace an invisible pattern on his arm, her eyes fixed on the tip of his blade. your really... very fun, Sol Fire Starter. she admitted before getting up off of him with a grunt. there's no way you purposely started those fires, your too... soft. she admitted with a shake of her head. call me weak, but i just can't kill a man who might be innocent. she admitted shaking her head. blame it on the people that raised me i suppose. she mused, slipping her blade back into it's holster and moving over to her spear, taking out a cloth, damp with something noxious smelling, and started to wipe the blade down. so, either you did it unconsciously, reacted through... fear, or anger and did it accidentally without knowing it was you, or. your being framed. she mused. or, you might just be being stalked. she mused. there might be a demon following you doing these things. she mused. in any case, i can't risk you being the way to releasing the underworld onto our plains. she admitted, staring at him. you might unleash hell upon us all, willing, or unwilling, aware or not, the risk is too great. she admitted, shaking her head. but i also know i can't kill you, i don't kill innocents and i doubt you've done anything bad enough to warrant MY attention. she admitted shaking her head a little. so, what do i do with you? she asked, almost more to herself at the end than anything else.