White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
Plain and simple! We shall spar! No deaths! It is a battle of pride.
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The Sparring Miniseries (DryPunishment x White Masquerade)[Completed]
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White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
White Masquerade
Walking into the middle of the clearing, White placed a hand on her blade in preparation for the sparring ahead. "Dry. This is ONLY sparring right? I pretty much like my body and would like to keep it as is. I don't mind a little bit of hitting, but please try to keep things light alright?"
With a cough, White shook her head and finally got into character. "Dry! With my noble blade of steel! I shall end you on this crisp January afternoon! The stars are aligned, but no in your favor! The celestial beings have thrown their lot in with me! Hammers are paltry playthings!. Swords are for real warriors I say!"
In moments, the blade was unsheathed, the glinting of cooled metal on par with that of sunlight. "On guard my friend! Try not to embarrass yourself!"
@DryPunishment
Aldur
Memory Dealer
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(Due to lack of better models to use that is a sledgehammer. Please for the sake of this pretend that it's this thing.There was also a wooden shield in the picture,but the camera felt like not noticing it.)
(Apologies and thank you for your compliance)
Upon seeing and hearing White boast about swords and how he is going to fall at her blade he responded.
"We'll see about hammers when your armor will become a thing of the past! Is that a mantle on your back? Have you not watched "The Incredibles"? Capes and the such only slow you down!"
Whilst clearing his throat Dry also got himself into character.
"I shall strike you with the fury of a thousand suns! Hammers are perfectly fit to create and destroy armors as they see fit! Prepare for utter destruction! The best fighter shall win!"
He seemed rather proud of himself.
"Don't worry I won't hit hard...that was just part of the act!" He reassured her.
(Due to lack of better models to use that is a sledgehammer. Please for the sake of this pretend that it's this thing.There was also a wooden shield in the picture,but the camera felt like not noticing it.)
(Apologies and thank you for your compliance)
Upon seeing and hearing White boast about swords and how he is going to fall at her blade he responded.
"We'll see about hammers when your armor will become a thing of the past! Is that a mantle on your back? Have you not watched "The Incredibles"? Capes and the such only slow you down!"
Whilst clearing his throat Dry also got himself into character.
"I shall strike you with the fury of a thousand suns! Hammers are perfectly fit to create and destroy armors as they see fit! Prepare for utter destruction! The best fighter shall win!"
He seemed rather proud of himself.
"Don't worry I won't hit hard...that was just part of the act!" He reassured her.
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White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
White Masquerade
"Silly knave! Who has NOT watched the Incredibles! I know what capes are CAPE-able of full well! Worry about yourself and those spectacles! If I am correct, you must adjust them every few seconds lest dirt clogs up the frames and renders your vision useless!"
Picking the sword up...White let it fall back down to the ground. "Wow...this thing is kind of heavy..I..ah. Restart!"
Picking the sword back up with more force, White held it in the air while trotting towards the foe. "Oops." A tuft of grass had caused her to fall face first into the ground. "Ow! Dry! You didn't tell me this was so hard! Ow ow ow. I can barely move in this thing. Timeout! Timeout! Ugh."
After a moment to picke herself up, White once more held the blade in the air and walked towards the man. "Just remember Dry. If you dodge this. I'll hate you forever. Hiiiii-yah!"
A surprisingly mighty swing came from the warrior, aimed directly at the opponent's leg.
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"Oh sh...." The blade flew from her hands, landing on the dirt just a feet away.
Aldur
Memory Dealer
Seeing the mighty warrior approach him in such a hilarious manner that he could barely hold in a snicker.
"I can see through dirt on my glasses without issue!"
As amusing as it gets White had been preparing for a strike and Dry's shield was kept up. Without hesitation he would shove her back with the shield for some breathing space.
She swung in his general direction and completely missed him,her sword denying her the success of a hit.
"Charge!"
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He yelled,propelling himself forward. The sudden movement threw him a little off balance and the shove was only half successful. The woman warrior must have been barely phased.
"Oof! Fight me,White!"
He said not actually seeing her,because of the shield. Dry lowered the shield a tad.
"Good luck trying to get back to your 'noble' sword!"
"I can see through dirt on my glasses without issue!"
As amusing as it gets White had been preparing for a strike and Dry's shield was kept up. Without hesitation he would shove her back with the shield for some breathing space.
She swung in his general direction and completely missed him,her sword denying her the success of a hit.
"Charge!"
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He yelled,propelling himself forward. The sudden movement threw him a little off balance and the shove was only half successful. The woman warrior must have been barely phased.
"Oof! Fight me,White!"
He said not actually seeing her,because of the shield. Dry lowered the shield a tad.
"Good luck trying to get back to your 'noble' sword!"
White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
"Haha, Dry! So cute! It's like you're playing tag!" A fit of giggles spread from her core as a hand pointed forth. "See. It's not so easy right? Now as for my sword! All I need to do is push you away so that I can reach my blade!"
White saw this done many times on T.V...and it seemed to work out well...so why not now? Crouching down, the woman ran forward with all her might jumping in the air with one leg raised.
"When a Knight loses their weapon, they put on their thinking cap! Get ready for a flying kick straight to the shield!"
Oh man, oh man, this is gonna hurt!
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Yet, surprisingly..it didn't! "YAHAHA! Dry! Dry! Dry did you see...that...Oh my god Dry are you okay??!"
Dry
White
White saw this done many times on T.V...and it seemed to work out well...so why not now? Crouching down, the woman ran forward with all her might jumping in the air with one leg raised.
"When a Knight loses their weapon, they put on their thinking cap! Get ready for a flying kick straight to the shield!"
Oh man, oh man, this is gonna hurt!
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Yet, surprisingly..it didn't! "YAHAHA! Dry! Dry! Dry did you see...that...Oh my god Dry are you okay??!"
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Aldur
Memory Dealer
This indeed was a little harder than it seemed. Shield bashing proved to be so much more easier every other instance but this one. There was something wrong with all this...like something else was coordinating his every move. Strange.
White had crouched down and sprung out with a flying kick towards him. It hit and it wasn't that painful. The steel on his chest was able to absorb most of the impact.
"I'm fine,fine. Didn't think that would work. AND IT WOULDN'T ON A MORE EXPERIENCED FIGHTER!"
Dry had been thrown a little off guard,but he recovered. He took his fighting pose again with a low guard.
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Along with a smirk on his face Dry faked another shove and as White would try to parry it he would sweep her off her feet.
Success.
White had crouched down and sprung out with a flying kick towards him. It hit and it wasn't that painful. The steel on his chest was able to absorb most of the impact.
"I'm fine,fine. Didn't think that would work. AND IT WOULDN'T ON A MORE EXPERIENCED FIGHTER!"
Dry had been thrown a little off guard,but he recovered. He took his fighting pose again with a low guard.
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Along with a smirk on his face Dry faked another shove and as White would try to parry it he would sweep her off her feet.
Success.
White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
"Experienced, schmerienced Dry. Don't get mad cause you're losing!" Rushing to pick up the fallen blade, the man came up behind her trying a feeble little push again.
"Hey. Haha. This isn't tag! You know---AH!"
Slam! Her body hit the floor and man did it hurt! "Wow. So you say we're not playing serious, then you trip me?? Typical. Fine then!" Sitting up, she grasped her sword and with two hands threw a forward strike meant to poke him.
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"Ho-ho. Merry Christmas Dry. Tit for tat!"
Dry
White
"Hey. Haha. This isn't tag! You know---AH!"
Slam! Her body hit the floor and man did it hurt! "Wow. So you say we're not playing serious, then you trip me?? Typical. Fine then!" Sitting up, she grasped her sword and with two hands threw a forward strike meant to poke him.
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"Ho-ho. Merry Christmas Dry. Tit for tat!"
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Aldur
Memory Dealer
"Now hold on a second when is tripping someone considered serious? Did that hurt?"
He turned back towards White,but it was too late for him as she picked the blade up.
She charged at him and hit the steel plate on his chest pretty hard.
"Christmas? You're 2 months late,you know that?"
Dry added,backing away from the menace in front of him. He was now balancing his attention on her weapon and pose.
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Pushing himself forward he threw White off balance,opening her for a strike.
The opportunity was quickly taken and a soft strike hit its destination. White's upper torso.
"Don't get too cocky just yet!"
He was only getting started.
He turned back towards White,but it was too late for him as she picked the blade up.
She charged at him and hit the steel plate on his chest pretty hard.
"Christmas? You're 2 months late,you know that?"
Dry added,backing away from the menace in front of him. He was now balancing his attention on her weapon and pose.
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Pushing himself forward he threw White off balance,opening her for a strike.
The opportunity was quickly taken and a soft strike hit its destination. White's upper torso.
"Don't get too cocky just yet!"
He was only getting started.
White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
"......" White could only gasp as it hit her right in the chest. She cradles herself in her arms as the pain took quite a bit of time to subside.
"Are you mad? Do you know what you just did? Are you..grrr!" Though it was a seemingly soft hit, for reasons unknown, it hurt more than it looked. "You insensitive jerk! Do you even know how that'd make me feel? Ow! Dry..don't mean so mean..I hate you!"
Carelessly holding her blade, the woman ran up and delivered a blow with her foot, meant to reach between his legs.
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The pain radiating from her torso was still to much to bear and caused the woman to dip and fall on her knees. "Don't you dare ask me what happened. Once this is over, I'm so going to kick your butt."
Dry
White
"Are you mad? Do you know what you just did? Are you..grrr!" Though it was a seemingly soft hit, for reasons unknown, it hurt more than it looked. "You insensitive jerk! Do you even know how that'd make me feel? Ow! Dry..don't mean so mean..I hate you!"
Carelessly holding her blade, the woman ran up and delivered a blow with her foot, meant to reach between his legs.
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The pain radiating from her torso was still to much to bear and caused the woman to dip and fall on her knees. "Don't you dare ask me what happened. Once this is over, I'm so going to kick your butt."
Dry
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White
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Aldur
Memory Dealer
"Pain is weakness,leaving the body! Woman up! You wanted a fight and you shall get one!"
Apparently the soft strike hurt more than it should have. Dry had been aiming for the ribs on her side,but...he lacks some accuracy.
Swiftly evading her more than apparent kick which was supposed to go between the legs,he prepared a counter-attack.
"That's a more than obvious low-blow. It's illegal!"
Now this counter-attack he's cooking in their sparring misadventures...Since his only weapon is a hammer...that can hit through armor pretty easily. Even soft hits hurt a little more for some reason.
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Dry came to the sole conclusion that it is better to drop his hammer and engage in fisticuffs.
Apparently the soft strike hurt more than it should have. Dry had been aiming for the ribs on her side,but...he lacks some accuracy.
Swiftly evading her more than apparent kick which was supposed to go between the legs,he prepared a counter-attack.
"That's a more than obvious low-blow. It's illegal!"
Now this counter-attack he's cooking in their sparring misadventures...Since his only weapon is a hammer...that can hit through armor pretty easily. Even soft hits hurt a little more for some reason.
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Dry came to the sole conclusion that it is better to drop his hammer and engage in fisticuffs.
White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
"Oh. Wow. So you really don't know?" A scowl came across her face as she couldn't believe he had no idea what he did. "Low blow? You hit me illegally first! Don't act like you don't know buster!"
As Dry dropped the hammer, White felt a little bit better. "Good. You know it's dangerous swinging around hammers like that. I'll drop my weapon too."
Though still pouting, White bucked up and strut towards the boxer. Putting up her own dukes, a straight jab went for Punishment's face.
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But she had no form at all. Before even reaching full extension, her arm seized up and just would go. It was a cramp.
Dry
White
As Dry dropped the hammer, White felt a little bit better. "Good. You know it's dangerous swinging around hammers like that. I'll drop my weapon too."
Though still pouting, White bucked up and strut towards the boxer. Putting up her own dukes, a straight jab went for Punishment's face.
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But she had no form at all. Before even reaching full extension, her arm seized up and just would go. It was a cramp.
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Aldur
Memory Dealer
Assuming a proper combat position taught to him by the many pugilism posters that he read Dry took his guard up and slowly approached White.
"Prepare for damnation!"
She tried to hit him,Dry could tell. She tried to hit him real hard,but she couldn't. Tragic. Now this 'gentleman' had to take advantage of her mistakes.
Capitalize on their mistakes!
Echoed through the amateur pugilist's skull.
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He exhaled quickly and threw a jab at White's ribs. Dry hadn't hit too hard. Really, the contact between steel and his frail knuckles would be more painful on his end,but this time it didn't feel that punishing.
"Prepare for damnation!"
She tried to hit him,Dry could tell. She tried to hit him real hard,but she couldn't. Tragic. Now this 'gentleman' had to take advantage of her mistakes.
Capitalize on their mistakes!
Echoed through the amateur pugilist's skull.
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He exhaled quickly and threw a jab at White's ribs. Dry hadn't hit too hard. Really, the contact between steel and his frail knuckles would be more painful on his end,but this time it didn't feel that punishing.
White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
"Haha Dry you sound like an idiot! Let me just massage this thing here for a bit...Oooo~" After massaging her arm, White was back and ready for action...kind of.
With a jab sent to her ribs, the brunette spit on the floor trying to emulate somebody tougher than steel. "Ha! That didn't hurt one bit! Minus 10 points for hitting a girl though! When this is over, I am going to tell all of your friends! Oh Dry was so happy that he beat up on little old me! Sucker! You're gonna lose either way!"
Picking up Dry's hammer, White swung it with two hands:
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and immediately it dropped back down to the ground
"Too heavy...Dry..let me win.."
Dry
White
With a jab sent to her ribs, the brunette spit on the floor trying to emulate somebody tougher than steel. "Ha! That didn't hurt one bit! Minus 10 points for hitting a girl though! When this is over, I am going to tell all of your friends! Oh Dry was so happy that he beat up on little old me! Sucker! You're gonna lose either way!"
Picking up Dry's hammer, White swung it with two hands:
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and immediately it dropped back down to the ground
"Too heavy...Dry..let me win.."
Dry
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Aldur
Memory Dealer
"Impressive massaging technique...it sure must have hit the spot,right? Enough of that! Let us proceed!"
White apparently had not been phased by the jab. Was he not hitting hard enough?
Taking the hammer back, he grabbed the other head eager to hit her with the handle. This is seriously more embarrassing than epic.
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Dry aimed for her arm and hit surprisingly. Perhaps his aim was getting better.
"Come on now! That is not how you handle a war hammer,White!"
She was to be hit one more and that would mean certain defeat. Was he going to let her win? Hmm...
White apparently had not been phased by the jab. Was he not hitting hard enough?
Taking the hammer back, he grabbed the other head eager to hit her with the handle. This is seriously more embarrassing than epic.
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Dry aimed for her arm and hit surprisingly. Perhaps his aim was getting better.
"Come on now! That is not how you handle a war hammer,White!"
She was to be hit one more and that would mean certain defeat. Was he going to let her win? Hmm...
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White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
"Oi...oi...hey..why are you picking that thing back up..?" White shrunk back at him flipping the tool around to get the handle. "You know that's not cool right? Hey Dry. What are you doing..?"
However nothing was working, he kept on coming closer. "Dry."
Bang! It hit the lady right in the bicep. He took things way too far! What the heck was he thinking? The bum! This was a game.
"That's it." Unsheathing her armored glove, White raised her hand to slap him in the face.
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Red in the face. White was getting angry. "You know. You really deserved that."
Dry
White
However nothing was working, he kept on coming closer. "Dry."
Bang! It hit the lady right in the bicep. He took things way too far! What the heck was he thinking? The bum! This was a game.
"That's it." Unsheathing her armored glove, White raised her hand to slap him in the face.
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Red in the face. White was getting angry. "You know. You really deserved that."
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Aldur
Memory Dealer
Upon being slapped in the face,Dry's face and head remained in that position for a while. After a few moments he sighed,looked White in the eye with a pretty stern look.
He cam closer to her.
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"I do believe that we should have used professional materials...such as rubber weapons and more fitting protective gear. I yield. You have bested me."
He slowly turned away and started putting his armor away.
We have ourselves a winner! @White Masquerade
He cam closer to her.
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"I do believe that we should have used professional materials...such as rubber weapons and more fitting protective gear. I yield. You have bested me."
He slowly turned away and started putting his armor away.
We have ourselves a winner! @White Masquerade
White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
As the anger subsided, hands immediately flew to trembling lips. "Dry...I'm so sorry.." Why had she hit him? Slapped him no less. Just what kind of person was she? This started out as a friendly competition to figure out which was better; swords or hammers. Yet it devolved into a petty game where they weren't even using weapons, but personal attacks and cheap blows.
"Ugh." It was all true; every single bit of it. What White failed to mentally voice, was that most, if not all, of the acrimony and ill will had come from her. Was she afraid to lose? Was she that insecure that she'd never allow someone other than herself to be the winner? What White saw in the mirror was ugly, dirty, and disgusting.
Seeing her opponent walk away, White had to do something. Though he was about to win, the man allowed her to indulge in this childishness, simply saying they should have been better prepared with lighter weapons and proper-fitting gear. God. In that moment, White was crushed. So stupid. Dry was twice the person she was; his actions throughout, and now, made this painfully clear.
"Dry." Finally catching up to him by the back, Masque promptly threw her arms around his shoulders, cradling her chin in the dip of his neck. He was sweaty, and armor made things clunky, but who the hell cared? So was she.
"DryPunishment," she spoke softly. "I want to thank you for being so nice to me all throughout. Hah. It really was fun messing up with my swings, trying to dodge yours, and running about. I want to let you know, no matter how it looked, I wasn't truly mad at you."
Her head lifted as she kissed Dry on the cheek, then returned to it's original position. "You're a pretty cool guy you know that?" The area fell silent as there was a glance at the ground for a moment; the women seemed to be mulling something over. "Hey Punish. I usually don't do this, but after we change out of these stupid clothes, how about I take you out for a bite to eat? As thanks?"
Unwrapping herself, she walked backwards, hands behind back with a smile to go. "If it's a yes, you know where to find me." Then with one last glance before turning around, her grin widened as she chuckled, "and swords are still better."
Dry thinks White wins, but White would like to say it's a tie!
(Good Game Dry! ^.^)
"Ugh." It was all true; every single bit of it. What White failed to mentally voice, was that most, if not all, of the acrimony and ill will had come from her. Was she afraid to lose? Was she that insecure that she'd never allow someone other than herself to be the winner? What White saw in the mirror was ugly, dirty, and disgusting.
Seeing her opponent walk away, White had to do something. Though he was about to win, the man allowed her to indulge in this childishness, simply saying they should have been better prepared with lighter weapons and proper-fitting gear. God. In that moment, White was crushed. So stupid. Dry was twice the person she was; his actions throughout, and now, made this painfully clear.
"Dry." Finally catching up to him by the back, Masque promptly threw her arms around his shoulders, cradling her chin in the dip of his neck. He was sweaty, and armor made things clunky, but who the hell cared? So was she.
"DryPunishment," she spoke softly. "I want to thank you for being so nice to me all throughout. Hah. It really was fun messing up with my swings, trying to dodge yours, and running about. I want to let you know, no matter how it looked, I wasn't truly mad at you."
Her head lifted as she kissed Dry on the cheek, then returned to it's original position. "You're a pretty cool guy you know that?" The area fell silent as there was a glance at the ground for a moment; the women seemed to be mulling something over. "Hey Punish. I usually don't do this, but after we change out of these stupid clothes, how about I take you out for a bite to eat? As thanks?"
Unwrapping herself, she walked backwards, hands behind back with a smile to go. "If it's a yes, you know where to find me." Then with one last glance before turning around, her grin widened as she chuckled, "and swords are still better."
Dry thinks White wins, but White would like to say it's a tie!
(Good Game Dry! ^.^)
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