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Post by PenguinNinja on Jul 27, 2014 22:25:30 GMT
The bag fell from her grasp and Tara turned fearful eyes up at Neil. She wanted to win. She was so close she could almost taste the freedom. But Neil had a weapon, had the advantage. She had nothing but her bare hands and a rucksack that was out of reach.
She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes fixed on his angry orbs and she shook her head. Several times she tried to get her mouth working, tried to say something, in the end, in a low voice, she managed, "No."
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Post by Tonks on Jul 28, 2014 16:53:22 GMT
"No?!" Neil roared. "No?! Fight me you coward! You don't get this far to give up!" He wanted a proper fight, not just him slicing up a defenceless girl. That wasn't the kind of show he wanted to be remembered for. He stepped back a few steps and rotated his head in a circle to make his neck crack.
"Get. Up".
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jul 29, 2014 10:19:14 GMT
Tara lifted her eyes and watched him, studied him. He really wanted a fight but she just wanted it to end and quickly too. She shook her head. If he went at her his reputation wouldn't be as great as it would be if he'd fought somebody like Onyx in the final minutes.
At least she would have that over him.
She lifted her eyes up to the sky, hoping her eyes were on the cameras, and said, "Screw your rules." She turned her eyes back to Neil and narrowed them. "No. I won't get up." Not unless I have a chance in hell. But her bag was out of reach, her only weapons somewhere deep within its belly. All she had were her fists and he had a knife and he was a tribute. She had no chance, unless.... Her eyes fell to the floor and she spotted it, maybe the one saving grace she had. She lifted her gaze back up to Neil. Tara just had to find a way to get past him, get to that and get back. Thirty seconds was all she needed. "Drop your knife into the water. Then I'll get up."
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Post by Tonks on Jul 29, 2014 18:21:22 GMT
Neil stared at her with a scowl on his face. What kind if trick was this? Or maybe she just wanted an honest fight. He laughed in his head. He could take her in a second. He was fairly certain he had a small blade tucked into the side of his shoe if he needed it, but it was barely the size of Neil's hand and he wasn't sure how much gore he could produce with it. On an impulse he threw the knife to the side and it made a splash in the water below.
"Now get up".
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Post by PenguinNinja on Aug 9, 2014 0:14:39 GMT
Tara started to get to her feet her eyes moving between the matches and Neil. She just had to grab them and hope she could stall him long enough to light them and her bag. She managed to get her feet underneath and stepped back, trying to think up what she could do. He was bigger and stronger and she was small and weak. The best she would have going for her would be speed.
She raised her fists and waited for him to move first.
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Post by Tonks on Aug 9, 2014 15:52:36 GMT
Neil smiled with a dumb grin and swung to punch her in the face.
'Easy peasy'
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Post by PenguinNinja on Aug 21, 2014 18:35:06 GMT
Tara gulped, not liking the grin Neil wore. Then he swung at her and she didn't respond quick enough. The punch caught her on the cheek and split open the skin. She fell, hands out, and narrowly missed cracking her chin against the floor.
Her head spun with a sudden influx of pain. She needed to get to the matches, then get to her bag. She blinked open her eyes and turned her eyes over her shoulder to see what Neil was doing.
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Post by Tonks on Aug 22, 2014 11:27:12 GMT
Neil's grin was bigger now. He could punch her to death, he liked that idea. He knelt down over her, his knees either side of her legs so he could hold her there. He grabbed her arms and turned her round so that she was on her back, and swung to punch her in the face again.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Aug 23, 2014 17:55:53 GMT
She'd tried to wriggle free as she felt Neil pin her down. But he was stronger and she was still dazed. Then his fist was coming at her face again and she pinched her eyes shut and turned her face away from him. Her mind ran wild, trying to come up with some kind of plan or idea that didn't involve her being beaten to death.
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Post by Tonks on Aug 25, 2014 10:58:34 GMT
Neil's fist smashed into her face and he felt a surge of power as he raised his hand and did it again. He was sure nothing could stop him now.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Aug 26, 2014 21:15:40 GMT
The force of a punch threw her head to one side. There was a large gash just above her eye and she could feel the blood seeping into her vision. It was already starting to swell and the rest of her head hurt. Everything was blurred and she was sure that the end was close.
In the fuzziness of her mind and vision her eyes snagged on something. A lump she recognised and she stretched one arm out. It was within reach and her hand curled around a corner of the backpack. She gathered whatever strength she could muster and swung.
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Post by Tonks on Aug 28, 2014 9:56:42 GMT
Neil fell backwards as he was struck with the bag. He climbed to his feet as fast as he could and growled at her. A strap had hit his eye and it stang.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 16, 2014 11:36:59 GMT
As soon as he was off her she moved, rolling to one side, her bag awkwardly following her. Tara didn't look behind her as she moved, scrambling in the direction of the matches with her bag held firmly in her hands.
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Post by Tonks on Sept 18, 2014 9:45:18 GMT
Neil blinked a few times in attempt to stop his eye hurting. He looked at the girl messing with her bag and went to kick her hard in the backside.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 30, 2014 18:33:29 GMT
Tara fell across the floor. The impact tore at the flesh across her arms and she silently thanked him anyway. Now the matches were in front of her and she quickly pulled her bag up, opened the matches, lit one and shoved it into the box with the others. She shoved that into the opening of her bag and turned, a silent count going down in her head.
After four seconds she tossed the bag at Neil, knowing that the box of matches must've set on fire now and that it was only a matter of seconds before the explosions went off.
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