Brandt Varangr (Brandt.Ashland)

[2015/09/25 09:58] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: Brandt Ashland (Brandt) has selected you as their target.

[2015/09/25 09:58] Brandt rolls R5 (IoV:#6395#): 13 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - Seeking the Minka, 1/2.

[2015/09/25 09:58] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R5 (IoV:#6395#): 13 - Seeking the Minka, 1/2. against you.

[2015/09/25 09:58] Brandt rolls R5 (IoV:#c307#): 20 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - Seeking the Minka, 2/2.

[2015/09/25 09:58] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R5 (IoV:#c307#): 20 - Seeking the Minka, 2/2. against you.

[2015/09/25 09:58] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): It was only after a good night's rest when Brandt made his decision to go looking for Minka. The why of it was simple; while neither of them were affiliated with the tribe when they were abroad, both were still a part of it, and Minka was younger than him. If nothing else, she was like a little sister -- one that he knew had her share of problems. So he'd gone back to the cave where they'd met on the Isle and from there, he began to track her by scent, seeking her out deeper into the forest. Away from the ichor, thank the gods. While he walked, he paused from time to time, crouching, and sniffing at the bushes and branches Minka may have brushed against as she wandered by.

[2015/09/25 10:06] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: Your RP Name for Alias A has been set to: Minka

[2015/09/25 10:07] Minka rolls R1 (IoV:#3001#): 4 - not very tricksy in the woods ~

[2015/09/25 10:14] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me wasn't the most savvy about not leaving a trail that could be followed within the woods -- at least not to those who had a skill for tracking. She was well enough in the matter, when dealing with others who'd no sense for the trick, and was quiet enough in her manner of walking. But Brandt would find the path he followed a very easy one, all things told. Now, keeping stealthy and hiding within the woods, or within any place really, Minka could do well. But no, not traveling about and leaving no signs or trail. What she was doing when he came upon her was sitting on the edge of a quiet pond. That was it. Just sitting. Watching the water lap the edges and play about, as if in thought.

[2015/09/25 10:21] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Minka's had been an easy trail for him to follow, not that it'd seemed as if she'd tried to obscure it, and when he finally came upon her, sitting by the pond, he merely strode out from the copse of trees nearby and deposited himself on the ground beside her. He looked mildly at the pond, keeping his own counsel for the moment while she got used to the idea of his being there -- if she hadn't up and bolted upon his arrival.

[2015/09/25 10:28] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me hadn't bolted. If only because it was a scent of home that spoke of his presence before she saw him seated near. And she did not bolt after, if only because Brandt kept his silence, a thing which Minka held quite dear. And in the end the she-wolf did eventually look his way, for Brandt's was a face too beautiful not to rest one's eyes upon. It was a rather direct way that Minka stared, a thing that could have easily been thought unnerving. for there was no sense of polite reservedness to her gaze. Yet she said nothing to the man, just drew in breath to scent the air, wary that another might have tarried with him through the woods. Not much of one for company was Minka.

[2015/09/25 10:48] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): There was never a sense of nervousness that came from Brandt for Minka's staring. Why would there be? They were wolves, comfortable in their own skins, more prideful of their skill at the hunt than their appearances. There was no harm in looking, either, and he'd understood Minka well enough since before they left to know that she appreciated both silence and calm -- both of which would contribute to the serenity that, unless things had changed for her, she sought dearly. Several moments might've passed before Brandt moved, shifting his hand into a small pouch at his waist. From it he drew a few strips of dried venison and berries, half of which he put in one hand and the rest of which he held out for her to take, only glancing at her to see if she would take it. Game was scarce on the isle, and even Cedar's tavern had stopped offering meals. They'd soon be eating fish, which was no problem for a wolf, but he did prefer his game.

[2015/09/25 11:01] Minka (MinkaStasarski): Truth be told, the offer of food was welcome. She had not yet eaten though the morning was growing late, and she understood the gesture for the gift it was, for the isle was in a poor state. Shifting, to bring herself nearer to Brandt and the offered meal within easier reach, Minka took the food offered once she'd settled and began to eat. It was a period of yet more silence from the girl, content to let the peacefulness of the setting seep through her with the added comfort of a stomach that held food, but eventually she looked to him once more and this time words came with her look. "Why do you stay?" she asked. "I cannot think the lack of ships could keep you from sailing off this isle. So why?" For it was a simple matter for Minka that she remained, a vendetta nearly as old as she always spurring her on. But Brandt? "I would think it sorrowful the things you can see here and am glad that I cannot."

[2015/09/25 11:14] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): If memory served right, it should've been a surprise that Minka held any kind of curiosity for someone else -- moreso that she voiced it. He thought for a bit, then slowly looked to her. If they'd been wolves, his ear might've twitched in annoyance, though not because of her question. "Yes," he replied, following it with a slow nod as he decided so for himself. Then, after another few slow moments, he looked toward the pond. "There is fighting to be done here." He shrugged a shoulder as if that should've explained all of it. While their reasons and motivations may have been different, at least their desires were similar. It was such of their tribe, but he knew that Minka had compulsions stronger than he. There was no reason to weigh the differences in their convictions, but his was not dishonorable either. Of course, he did not have to ask her the same question. "There is a pack on this Isle. They are of us and our wild cousins. They will fight, too."

[2015/09/25 11:20] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me often held curiosity, it was just that she gave voice to so little she would not have been surprised to hear it commonly thought that she did not. Most, was never important enough for her to understand to bother with the questions. But it'd been some roundabout manner of Minka's thinking that had lead her to question Brandt as she had. She knew the ways in which her memories alone plagued her - she could not envision how would be her response if she could see the further destruction demonic entities caused. While she could of course see the way the blight razed a portion of the isle, she understood that it would have done so to the forest's spirit as well, as had been done to hers. And while what was seen was bad enough, what was not seen by her she thought to be worse. A nod was given him for the idea of fighting. And the barest form of a smile flickered across her face for the pack. "Then you will not fight alone, but in a grander scape than I." Making it clear in so little words she did not

[2015/09/25 11:20] Minka (MinkaStasarski): hold the idea as possibility of joining them.

[2015/09/25 12:12] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Minka may have made her intentions clear, but Brandt'd somewhat else in mind. Such was the way of things, but she might have realized that gone was the beautiful boy who'd merely tell her how things would be, replaced by a beautiful man who thought deeply on matters before he spoke. In many ways, Brandt had aged gracefully, not just in the length of his body but also in the breadth of his mind. "Elvhyl," he began, recalling the old name he had once given her. "Little sister," he turned his head slowly to look at her. There was a mulling, a last minute thought, and then he changed what he meant to say to her to something different -- the hard stance he'd had in mind gone to somewhat more understanding. "You will not fight alone; if you will not come to the pack, then it is of little matter; I will come with you. You should reconsider." It may have been important, strength in numbers, the pack, defeating the blight, but none so much as family and the honors and dues that he was given to the tribe they belonged

[2015/09/25 12:12] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): to. They may not have been related by blood, but all wolves were siblings beneath heaven.

[2015/09/25 12:28] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me 's gaze had drifted from Brandt while he let the silence dwell about them for his thoughts. Yet when he spoke the pet name he'd given her decades ago, she looked back towards him with a flutter of lash for the remembrance. It had been a different boy who'd called her such, where now there sat a man, and though she was not gifted with any particular sight, she didn't need it to realise more than the mere tenor of voice and build of physique had grown. For a moment, Minka smiled, light amusement dancing along her face. It was brief, but came with equally light hearted words, saying, "It sounds sweeter, the way you speak it now." She pressed her lips thinly together thereafter, considering what had been said, but then lifted a shoulder careless and dismissing, her voice almost dull when next she spoke. "There are few who tolerate the ways I am, outside of home. Fewer less who understand. And why should they? They were not there. They do not know." She'd finished eating by that point, for it'd

[2015/09/25 12:28] Minka (MinkaStasarski): been a simple meal and easily consumed. So she stood, rising slowly and looking Brandt over where he lounged, gaze roaming from head to foot. "You are not softened by your years sailing across the world? You found it difficult, I remember, to keep abreast of me before at times. I am far better now. I did not give up the fight." Quiet words, with a challenge in them that was singularly Minka-like of nature. Yet spoken too without menace, nor more without humor either to soften them.

[2015/09/25 12:41] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): /me offered her a look of amusement. Yes, it meant something different now, the little affection he'd given her long ago. He'd not realized it in the middle of trying to recall it, how it could be changed and different over the years. Yet she stood and spoke and he understood -- there were few who understood the ways of the wild north and fewer still who would understand her. He merely shrugged, then climbed to his feet as she stood. She spoke more, and in that he gave her what was a very wolfish snort and a fierce grin for the challenge. "A mariner's life is no easy thing, little sister--.. and neither did I." He quietly reached for his axe and shield, drawing them as his fierce grin turned ever more wolven and fiendish.

[2015/09/25 12:54] Minka (MinkaStasarski): For his grin, Minka began to smile a bit again. It was the shadow that lessened in her eyes and the quirk that held the corners of her lips and little more, but it was there. And when he pulled forth his axe and shield, Minka slid her sword from its sheath with an answering look of fiendish pleasure glimmering in her eyes. "Mmm," she grunted with a look that swept over him appreciatively for the man being a mariner had cut from the beautiful boy she'd known. An appreciative glance, and on the heels of a challenge to spar - probably the closest Minka ever came to true flirtation. Yet when her gaze moved back to his it was nothing but the readiness to fight and the shifting of her stance that Minka gave.

[2015/09/25 13:11] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Those small miracles weren't lost on Brandt -- and small miracles they were. The look, the fading of those shadows, her smile -- even the fact that she was a woman grown into her own beauty. He realized, too, that the ring had ever been a place where the once-girl had been able to find a modicum of peace and happiness; she was a born warrior. They both were, and he'd lost track of the times that she'd bested him. To say that he'd had difficulty with her was no boast. But now? Years later? He too, had grown. Yet never one to let the initiative go, Brandt sprung forward a step, then instead of swinging his axe, he drove it toward her gut as if it'd been the thrust of a sword.

[2015/09/25 13:12] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#39ca#): 11 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - Axe thrust!

[2015/09/25 13:12] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#39ca#): 11 - Axe thrust! against you.

[2015/09/25 13:12] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#d48e#): 7 - ;o

[2015/09/25 13:18] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me hadn't been expecting him to thrust the axe as though he wielded sword instead. She'd took note of the shift of his body's motion too late, and though she'd begun already to step back, took the blunted blow to her gut even so. Her breath left her, and her brows rose the barest inch, but she moved again, stepping forward, lunging near with a swing of her blade towards the man's side before she'd even tried to draw breath again.

[2015/09/25 13:19] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: You have targeted Brandt Ashland.

[2015/09/25 13:19] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: Your Target is using RP Name "Brandt".

[2015/09/25 13:19] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#5bc1#): 11 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + 1 EotW spell: broadsiding swing!

[2015/09/25 13:21] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#458c#): 18 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - REF6 +1 ST: block, block!

[2015/09/25 13:21] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#458c#): 18 - REF6 +1 ST: block, block! against you.

[2015/09/25 13:24] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): /me had pulled the the blow of his axe, knowing that even without armor, it would've been a heavy hit that he wasn't at all trying to hit her with. They had to be extra careful, drawing real weapons on each other -- there were only so many ways he could stop himself from hurting her with the weapon. Yet that was what made them good. He lifted his shield, almost by reflex, swatting her attack out of the way as he twisted his axe in his grip and swung the backside of it toward her thigh. Of course he'd try to pull it, but being spiked, for a garou, was far better still than being hit by the blade of his axe!

[2015/09/25 13:24] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#af51#): 15 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - F7: die! I mean.. take this!

[2015/09/25 13:24] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#af51#): 15 - F7: die! I mean.. take this! against you.

[2015/09/25 13:25] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#c5c4#): 6 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - spike ...

[2015/09/25 13:36] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me didn't mind that her blade had been swatted aside with Brandt's shield. It meant he was moving faster than her with it; that he'd learned how to do so better than he'd done before. It was good, and Minka liked that it was -- more than she liked the spike tearing through skin. She hissed, scowling briefly for the blow he'd managed as she dropped her sheath and pulled the dagger from her belt. Then she moved again, with a jab of her blade towards Brandt's thigh in turn, and maybe it wasn't brought up short enough to keep from nicking the man in the end.

[2015/09/25 13:36] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#ef0d#): 16 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: dat was my thigh homie. q.q

[2015/09/25 13:45] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): It was a good blow, one that would've worked had he not been prepared again with his shield. He took a step into the blow and once more, his shield (shield mastery!) turned and dipped to stop the dagger from nicking him at all. That was a mean trick, though -- one that he'd thought was new from what he'd known of her. Grunting in approval, he then swung his axe low, trying to get the back part of the hook to catch the back of her ankle to trip her!

[2015/09/25 13:45] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#c62b#): 19 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - on your ass!

[2015/09/25 13:45] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#c62b#): 19 - on your ass! against you.

[2015/09/25 13:46] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#a968#): 18 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - nuuu!

[2015/09/25 13:53] Minka (MinkaStasarski): If it was mean, new tricks the other had, the sudden swipe of the backside of Brandt's axe was one. She'd jumped, expecting the move to be meant to hit her only, not expecting the hooked edge of it to then get jerked back, or the unsettling of her balance as it did. There was a sound of surprise she made for the pull, somethng girlish and delighted, light and amused, as surprised in the very best of games. In fact, there was even a small bubble of laughter from Minka as she hopped with all awkwardness to keep her other foot beneath her and not fall. But then she did fall, sort of, in the way of her leaning moving forward instead, to bring herself up close to where Brandt stood with her dagger this time on the move for the coat the buffered the soft tissue beneath his ribs.

[2015/09/25 13:53] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#ed40#): 24 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: tink tink?

[2015/09/25 13:54] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#90a3#): 10 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - there's no way

[2015/09/25 13:54] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#90a3#): 10 - there's no way against you.

[2015/09/25 13:56] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): The way that she'd bounced was outside of his expectations -- he'd thought she'd either go down or fall away from him, rather than keep her balance somehow after he'd felt his axe connect. Surprised, he hadn't the chance to draw away from the dagger when it pierced his coat and drew blood against his skin. That'd have been a serious wound had she followed through with it, such that it made him grin ferociously and redouble his attack, chasing her as she drew the blade away. He tucked his shoulder behind his shield and stepped, then flung his arm out, trying to swat /her/ out of the way entirely.

[2015/09/25 13:56] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#b73b#): 10 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - swat the minka!

[2015/09/25 13:56] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#b73b#): 10 - swat the minka! against you.

[2015/09/25 13:57] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#f617#): 15 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - ]: I'm not a fly.

[2015/09/25 14:00] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me herself was grinning now. Grinning when she so seldom truly did. For the fight she had expected to be good had been even better and the reality of it made her blood sing. Her pulse was lifted and she'd the faintest growl in her throat, her body moving easily aside from the shield turned menace. And as his arm extended, she swept in with her sword, meaning to test the quickness of his guard.

[2015/09/25 14:01] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#6657#): 19 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: how fast are you, eh?

[2015/09/25 14:01] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#1c1d#): 18 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - no, no, pls

[2015/09/25 14:01] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#1c1d#): 18 - no, no, pls against you.

[2015/09/25 14:03] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): /me had always enjoyed his spars with Minka; she may have been ten years his junior, but she'd had skill enough to give him 'difficulty', yes. Grinning broadly, even as her blade raked his ribs. It didn't stop him from whipping his axe up beneath it, however, and punching it at her stomach once again.

[2015/09/25 14:03] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#d532#): 25 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - axepunch!

[2015/09/25 14:03] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#d532#): 25 - axepunch! against you.

[2015/09/25 14:04] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#4c5a#): 19 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - oh gawd

[2015/09/25 14:09] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me saw it coming this time, but what with her sword extended as it was, she'd little she could do to hope to stop it. Instead she turned, letting it hit more full upon her gut, opting for the moment of wan breath instead of the potential for bruised ribs. She brought her sword back towards her while she did so - and they likely looked like a couple of fools, each bleeding in different places, sparring each other with weapons drawn, and grinning in the others face. But Minka loved it, and the lightening of the shadows in her gaze grew for it, the longer they fought, the lighter it became. Her thigh burned from where it bled and her chest burned for the breath it sought after, but she continued, striking down toward his thigh with her dagger with the subtle increasing of her growl.

[2015/09/25 14:09] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#2f3c#): 11 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: happy times!

[2015/09/25 14:10] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#54e3#): 17 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - no happy times!

[2015/09/25 14:10] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#54e3#): 17 - no happy times! against you.

[2015/09/25 14:15] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): And so why not if there was so little danger in it -- they were both Garou and it'd take more than a few swipes from a bit of edged steel to see them downed, especially if they were being careful. They were being careful, yes? Brandt turned and spun away from the downward strike, stopped abruptly, then spun back, shouldering his shield and stepping toward her to try to tackle her with it. It'd be over when one of them gave, it seemed! Or at least put the other one in some kind of helpless state, which was why his shield tackle had been a feint. He pulled the shield back out of the way then lunged forward with a headbutt at her nose, thinking that her timing would be off if she'd been trying to avoid the feint.

[2015/09/25 14:16] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#4e42#): 21 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - feint!

[2015/09/25 14:16] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#4e42#): 21 - feint! against you.

[2015/09/25 14:16] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#478d#): 21 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - ouch

[2015/09/25 14:20] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me /was/ thrown off, yes. She hadn't been expecting him to pull back from his lunging bash -- hadn't expected him to feint. It'd been a clever move, and one that gave Minka another measure of respect for the already growing pool of it she held for the man. Yet when he lunged at her with his head, even surprised and unprepared as she was, she managed to step back enough - if just barely. Her eyes had flown open for it though, showing her surprise, and she took a moment longer than she would have before she struck again. Though this time, when Minka struck, it was with the fist of her dagger wielding hand - to his gut. Let /him/ do without a bit of breath!

[2015/09/25 14:20] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#00f0#): 24 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: no breathing!

[2015/09/25 14:21] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#f1e5#): 12 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - omggg

[2015/09/25 14:21] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#f1e5#): 12 - omggg against you.

[2015/09/25 14:23] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Would have to do without a bit of breath then! The gods knew there was more than just the power of a little girl behind that fist -- but an adult garou. He wheezed as the air was driven out of him, then, but every good fighter knew that when they took a hard hit, they'd never have the time to recover it unless they made the time and the space for it. Instantly, Brandt rocked back on his back leg and then punched forward with his leading foot, aiming his heel for hip to try to get her away.

[2015/09/25 14:23] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#d075#): 21 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - make room!

[2015/09/25 14:23] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#d075#): 21 - make room! against you.

[2015/09/25 14:25] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#134e#): 18 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - damnit!

[2015/09/25 14:31] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me wore a darker grin, darker if only for the mischief of the thing, the mischief felt as her fist stole his breath like he'd stolen from her twice this day. But if there was anything remarkable at all, it was that the girl still grinned - that it hadn't had chance or cause yet to fade and kept the look of her as a clear-minded and happy thing. Such had been her moment of mischevious triumph that she'd let the motion of her body pause, taking a moment to dwell in the minor victory. So the foot that jutted out towards her caught her at the hip as hoped for, and sent her scrambling back a few steps. Well damnit, then - Minka took the moment to get her feet back beneath her and resituate her stance. One round of reprieve given and with it, a broadening of Minka's grin. "You done?"

[2015/09/25 14:35] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): The moment he felt her hip beneath his heel, he set the full weight of his body forward to push her away, achieving the intended effect of buying him enough time to recover. Sweating a bit, half from the exertion and half from the clothes he wore, he grinned in return and was glad to see that she was in good spirits. Of course if the fight went on, he thought his odds would get better -- she was bleeding from the hook he'd sunk into her thigh more than he was from the cuts and nicks across his torso -- though his likely hurt more. She asked a question and he answered with a forward rush and then a broadside slap of his axe, aimed for her torso again. Clearly he needed to just aim for her center of balance!

[2015/09/25 14:35] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#2148#): 8 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - axeslap!

[2015/09/25 14:35] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#2148#): 8 - axeslap! against you.

[2015/09/25 14:36] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#4120#): 17 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - hey now!

[2015/09/25 14:43] Minka (MinkaStasarski): /me lunged aside to get away from what looked to be a wicked smack of his axe! And as she did so, she kept on moving, bringing herself around the man so he'd have to turn to keep them aface with each other. But she was glad that he did not take it as a moment to bring their spar to an end, and glad more that he was such a good one to fight. So she'd wait, for the time it took to bring him around, not expecting to have to wait long. When he had, she lifted then lowered her brows in a way almost playful, especially when set above her delighted grin. Then she swung round her sword, her body turning with it, another growl building as she aimed for his arm.

[2015/09/25 14:43] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#e970#): 17 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: hiya!

[2015/09/25 14:43] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#20fd#): 6 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - D:

[2015/09/25 14:43] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#20fd#): 6 - D: against you.

[2015/09/25 14:46] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#9e30#): 15 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - teim to get srs

[2015/09/25 14:46] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#9e30#): 15 - teim to get srs against you.

[2015/09/25 14:47] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): It'd been a case where he'd overthought things; she came around with her sword and what he thought she'd do was not what she did. He took a cut on his forearm that'd remind him that while they were having fun and playing at fighting, it was also an opportunity to grow better. Not that he'd stopped grinning, but he began to stop thinking so much about what he was doing, and just as he pulled his arm out of the way, he looped it around back and aimed an overhand chop at her shoulder, spinning the axe so that the broad part of the middle would hit her, rather than the point or the edge.

[2015/09/25 14:47] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#73dd#): 6 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - oh no!

[2015/09/25 14:53] Minka (MinkaStasarski): It'd been another moment of small elation, another way she'd broke through his guard. And though she hadn't realised it yet, the course of their fighting had turned from showing that she was the better fighter to proving that she could slip by. It had evened their prowess within her mind, made it perhaps so that he was the better suited. Not that she'd thought him a poor fight from before, but she'd expected him to have gotten worse when he had took to sailing. That he hadn't had been the best of the fun of their spar. That he might even have gotten better than she had been the shifting of the tide in how she viewed their spar within her mind. So she was far less surprised when he took what had been a blow to her win and turned it against her, the same motion he used to pull back his arm used to give momentum to the downward swing that brought his axe to her shoulder. Only because of how he'd chosen to aim did she not have another cut to bleed from. She'd bruise though, and the blow was enough to

[2015/09/25 14:53] Minka (MinkaStasarski): deaden her arm for the moment, the sword dropping from her fingers with a faint groan. So then, shaking her shoulder with a narrowed gaze, Minka held fast to the dagger she still held. But instead of stooping to retrieve her weapon she lunged for the man as she was, the set of her posture one that clearly meant to bowl him over.

[2015/09/25 14:54] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#042d#): 19 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: hhuuuuung!

[2015/09/25 14:54] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#ae25#): 19 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - wow hhuuuuuuunggg...est!

[2015/09/25 14:54] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#ae25#): 19 - wow hhuuuuuuunggg...est! against you.

[2015/09/25 15:00] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Aye, he'd not gotten any worse. In fact, while their tribe had been a warlike one, seeking to end the existence of demons and other threats to the wild, they didn't fight as often as Brandt had abroad, giving him all kinds of real experience over the endless training spars they did at home. That may have been the difference. Yet once Minka abandoned her sword and lunged for him, Brandt dropped his shield and axe and braced himself to receive her, watching as she careened into his midriff. Holding his position, he swung his body down and tried to wrap his arms around her -- for if he got purchase, he'd have thrown her at the rock wall bodily and chased after her.

[2015/09/25 15:00] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#ad02#): 24 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - it's wrastlin' time!

[2015/09/25 15:00] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#ad02#): 24 - it's wrastlin' time! against you.

[2015/09/25 15:01] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#a53f#): 16 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - that's gonna hurt ...

[2015/09/25 15:10] Minka (MinkaStasarski): And so it was the time where Minka went sailing. Sailing through the air that is. As her lunge for him landed her as she'd wished, but she found herself against a rock wall instead. No, that was Brandt. Who then hoisted her and swung her through the air as if she were nothing more than the spit of a girl she'd been before. At which point she actually found herself against a rock wall - and this one was only sturdier of feel than Brandt by mere theory, if the way she slammed into it was any measure. When she finally hit the ground, it was with a grunt and a shake of her head to clear it before she even tried to rise again. But when she stood, though her grin had faded she wore a smile, and that was likely the far more startling and rare sight. "You ..... done ...?" she asked him, arms and legs stretching a bit as she found her ground. Then, with only the dagger left in her hold, she began to head back to where her sword lay, gaze set upon Brandt in case he thought to attack once more.

[2015/09/25 15:13] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Maybe Brandt hadn't intended on throwing the woman at the wall so hard, but it'd been one of those spur of the moment ideas, where she'd dropped her weapon and went in to grapple, and he was more than happy to meet her. Yet he found himself smiling in return, sweating, panting, somewhat bloodied as he did. She moved toward her weapon and as she did, he stayed where his shield and axe were, stooping to pick them up. He rolled his shoulder, stretched so that his weapons were above his head, and then grinned at her. "Only if you take back what you said about me being soft, Elvhyr."

[2015/09/25 15:22] Minka (MinkaStasarski): Decidedly, Minka liked the way he smiled. Perhaps there was a bit of a girl crush in there somewhere, remembering the boy who'd been kind, but more, who understood things about her that others save the elders hadn't known. But now the boy was a man and if Minka didn't clue anyone in she'd a crush before, well she apparently had no qualms on that regard now. Not that she gave it much thought. No, she simply did, for that was Minka's way. And as he stretched his arms above his head, and spoke playful, grinning words, Minka arched a brow and let her gaze slowly skim that stretching torso with a shifting to the curve of her smile that made for it, if only for a moment, a far more predatory sight. "No," she said with a voice subdued of mirth by the appreciative edge they took. "I see no softness in your form."

[2015/09/25 15:29] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Aye, and if Brandt hadn't been mildly sulking about Cedar still and didn't still see Minka as a cherished little sister, to flirt with and protect, he might've realized that she was more than merely fetching to him. She'd grown up into a beautiful woman, inside and out, so far as he was concerned, but maybe, just maybe, this was one of those times that he was blind to it. He exhaled and dropped his weapons back onto the hooks on his back. "Aye," he replied with a broad grin. Bleeding from the numerous little cuts he sported, he walked over to her and grabbed her up into a hug, embracing her and letting the fullness of the fact that she was here lay into him. "It is good to see you again, Elvhyr" he said, smearing her with his sweat and blood.

[2015/09/25 15:30] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#d597#): 6 against (MinkaStasarski Resident) - FOR HUG

[2015/09/25 15:30] IoV Dice HUD v0.7beta: MinkaStasarski Resident! Brandt (Brandt Ashland) rolled R7 (IoV:#d597#): 6 - FOR HUG against you.

[2015/09/25 15:37] Minka (MinkaStasarski): It was a moment that was likely to be fleeting and as rare as her smiles. She herself did not think anything of what she'd done or the way that she looked towards him, and flirtation wasn't her given sport. So who knew when the next time would be that she looked so his way again. As it was, however, it also proved a benefit, for there was no injury or insult that Minka felt for the fact her attention had not been returned. In fact, that Brandt walked to her at all was enough to cause the appreciation to dwindle, curiosity for why he neared her surfacing instead. Now that their spar was over it didn't occur to Minka he might touch her - so when he did, she was wooden as she was lifted and the embrace was met with bemusement instead. Slowly, though the embrace was not exactly returned, her body softened to the idea; softening little by little until she was no longer wooden beneath his hold. And for his words, she said a simple, "Yes." And of course thought nothing of the sweat or blood.

[08:09] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "So what will it be today, Minka?" Brandt offered her a fierce grin. "Fists? Knives?" Gods know he'd been lucky as of late, winning almost as many as he lost and that was a marked improvement. He could afford to be a little cocky, aye? His eyes narrowed in amusement as he turned to face her, the wind picking up and sweeping the grass flat around them, drawing her hair into pretty swirl.

[08:15] Minka (MinkaStasarski) was agitated today. The New Moon had just passed and it'd been a night of meaning spent away from pack of tribe. She could return home, she knew it - but why? Why leave this isle without the grandeur of the fight it promised. Which lead to her agitation. There was promise of fight aplenty and yet they'd held no luck in stumbling across it. Perhaps she should have found that lucky, being spared from such undoubtedly hellacious battles. But she did not. So the cocky arrogance of Brandt's demeanor was met with only a grin held thin across her lips. "Knives," she answered. Knives, a thing she was fond of using yet held less practice with than her sword. And in so choosing, she pulled the one from her belt where it'd been tucked away, fitting her hand around it in a familiar and almost comforting way.

[08:18] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Knives then. Brandt had been hoping it'd be knives; a life at sea and port had taught him the use of one, and where he'd no victories to taste between the pair of them when it came to knives, he'd some confidence now. So he drew his knife, a little curved thing without a hilt, fitting it to his hand, crouching as he did with the knife held further out from his body than he'd have held perhaps a sword or axe. His other hand was held parallel to the ground, and his grin never faded. He could tell she needed to let out a little aggression, and what way better than a bit of blood and sport? "Come," he said with a grin.

[08:27] Minka (MinkaStasarski): Knives then. Minka watched Brandt get his fit within his palm and sink down low in a stance quite artful and full of grace to watch - and for a moment, one brief and fleeting moment, Minka smiled for the sight. She could see it within his gaze, that he understood her agitation, that he saw it there, and that he was ready to help let it with another of their sparring games. Did he realise though, she wondered, that one day a spar would not be good enough to bring relief? That fleeting smile fell into a frown, and it remained as she nodded her head, that thought held foremost for her now. And then she moved towards him, her steps light and quick and filled with purpose. With an arm held braced with bracer turned to help stave his own knife from cutting through her as she approached. Her knife swung low when she came near enough to consider at all her aim, low and with and arc to bring it back towards her, a movement meant to score along the man's back and side. A vicious first blow to be honest, if she
[08:27] Minka (MinkaStasarski): succeeded in its landing as she desired. More vicious than their other spars, to be certain, such was her agitated state of mind.

[08:28] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#f614#): 22 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: vicious and agitated knifing?
[08:31] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#49f2#): 24 - whoa gurl easy now

[08:34] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Would it? Brandt likely knew, but for now this was better than the alternative -- wasn't it? How much could the wolf hope to ease Minka when she became this way and more? Still, it was better he than anyone else, and he'd been thinking about it when he'd barely managed to twist out of the way of Minka's vicious blow. That'd made him sweat, not only because he'd understood that she was upset, but that /that/ one would've really hurt. Aye, well, he'd offered knives. Turning a circle, he flipped his knife into a reverse grip and tried to catch her forearm with it as it came past him.

[08:34] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#240a#): 11 - stabby
[08:35] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#102e#): 21 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - no pls

[08:45] Minka (MinkaStasarski) had missed, and while she did not wish Brandt anything ill, she hissed her breath for the missing -- she'd have been far more satisfied if her knife hit true. Did she worry? This sparring and her vicious tendency today? In truth, she doubted she could maim him in so serious a fashion that he could not recover ... it was not her intention, after all, to slay him dead. Worked up however as she was, her mind was most focused upon the fighting, and when his knife drew near her forearm, she merely turned it, letting the knife grind along her bracer and little else. This time, her knife already held close to her, Minka struck outwards, her knife snapping in an upward arc. Like an uppercut with knife instead of fist, a wicked thing that surely would sting upwards along his ribs did he not manage to turn himself away from it.

[08:45] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#9541#): 22 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: uppercut knife what?
[08:52] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#b698#): 16 - pls no

[08:55] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): The knife opened him along the belly, not deep, but enough to sting and enough to make him feel the trickle of hot blood beneath his clothes immediately. Why did they spar with clothes on, anyway? Aye, to be proper, since the pair of them running amok through the woods naked looking for a place to fight would've certainly drawn attention -- likely the bad sort. Grunting, he redoubled his focus and jumped away from her, dropping his weight onto his back foot and kicking at her, knowing that the reach of his leg was better than her arm with the knife!

[08:55] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#fb97#): 9 - eat boot (again!)
[08:55] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#6e8f#): 5 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - ho gawd not the boot again!

[08:58] Minka (MinkaStasarski): First blow struck, and it was hers. Something about that made her happy. Something about the scent of his blood so sudden upon the air, made her happiness soar. It'd been to her folly however. She'd had a moment of elated and aroused senses that she'd stepped towards him for - with an arm reaching out to grab him and a mind to plant a kiss hot and heavy on his lips. But no ... it was a boot to her belly she met instead and stumbled backwards some few paces with a hand lifted to her gut and a groan that almost sounded amused.

[09:02] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): One day, Brandt's secret weapon, his boot, wasn't going to connect. One day, she was going to see it coming and he'd throw his leg forward and feel nothing but air, falling forward into the ground. That day, however, was not today, and he felt her lithe form get shoved off once more. Grinning, he chased after her, knowing that while they were one for one, she'd still first blood and he'd need to use the opportunity to turn the tides before she had a chance to win. So as he bore down at her, he slashed at her arm, hoping to catch her while she tried to fend off his charge.

[09:02] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#5400#): 10 - slashy
[09:02] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#e0ac#): 18 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - ouch ]:

[09:05] Minka (MinkaStasarski) may have had a moment lacking breath, she may have had to stumble away, but she was growing savvy to his boot kicking attacks and when he charged towards her, was ready. A step to the side in that last moment was enough to keep his knife from hitting. She kept moving with that side step however, head turning to the side and a wheezing couch escaping, body working to get itself to breath again. And when she felt a pull of air draw inwards, painful as it was in that first moment, she stepped back towards him, with her fist this time her weapon, striking towards his jaw for a blow. And oh, she'd forgotten to remove those metal claws from about her hands this time. That'd be a nasty gashing glance of fist against his skin did it make contact as she hoped.

[09:06] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#c70f#): 10 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: punch!
[09:09] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#7cba#): 6 - doj

[09:11] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Most women couldn't hope to even turn Brandt's cheek even if they'd thrown their entire weight behind a punch -- most women weren't Minka, however, garou and vicious. His head spun to the side and for a moment, he lost track of the ground. Stumbling to the side, he cought, spat--.. blood? And tried to get himself back into an even stance. "Good blow," he managed weakly, trying to buy time with conversation.

[09:14] Minka (MinkaStasarski) didn't give him that time however. How many times had she been kicked back away from /him/, lacking breath and disoriented, and the man chased after her then? Too many for the woman to give him a moment of ease now and though he spoke and spat blood, she followed after him as he'd stumbled and lunged out to grab the fur that lined his jacket. If she got it in her grip, she'd pull them closer together to place her knife at his breastbone with a cheeky grin. If she missed, well ... she'd just keep going at him!

[09:15] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#6a06#): 14 against Brandt (Brandt Ashland) - F8 + EotW: hit or miss?
[09:16] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#392c#): 25 - pls dont stab

[09:18] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): Well, he'd deserve it, then, but it didn't hurt to try! She chased after him and he'd simply not the time to recover; a blur of Minka was what she was, and now she'd--.. oh. Well. They'd see about that! He turned to throw a punch at her, a mighty right hook, but hadn't seen that she'd not been close enough yet. Call it that dizziness, but his blow sailed by her head and while she didn't exactly get him with her knife, he took himself to the floor with a sickening lurch. Grunting, he rolled onto his back and lifted his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay," he shuddered with a laugh, still somewhat unbalanced even though he was laying down.

[09:22] Minka (MinkaStasarski) hadn't managed to get ahold of him at all as she had planned -- because though he'd spoke as if to bide time he was movement just as she was. What happened next - well, to be honest Minka wasn't quite sure what /had/ happened just then. But she felt the whiff of air move past her for a blow that never landed and then saw Brandt topple over, the sight of which caused her to laugh. A moment of too-brief, bright and light hearted laughter escaped the garou before she stooped down beside him. The laughter ended just as sudden as it'd began and she set to cleaning off her knife, a smile still hovering in the corners of her lips though. "That boot ..." was all she said, and rather wryly so at that.

[09:30] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "You'll learn," Brandt croaked as he rolled onto his side and slowly got himself up onto his feet, grinning. She seemed much restored, did she not?

[12:20] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): The Isle felt much improved after the events of the previous week. The blight retreated to wherever it was that it'd come from, and the forest was clean and pure; life took time to return, but return it would -- and it was not without some bloodshed from he and Minka both, fighting in the woods to keep a few shadelings at bay while the greater fight occurred elsewhere. Now it was safe to wander and find other quiet places around the Isle, which is what they did.

[12:24] Minka (MinkaStasarski): "What do you think they were?" Minka asked him as they came near the water's edge of this particular stretch of forest. "Didn't quite seem like demons. Wraiths, you think?" She couldn't make heads or tails of the things truly, only they were unnatural and evil. Both of which were good enough reasons to see them dead, of course. But they'd been the sorts of things she could tell you didn't want to get close to in the fighting.

[12:31] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "I say that they were demons," Brandt ventured. "Some strange kind of horror, maybe, but demons still." As they walked through the forest, he came to a stop and stretched, lifting his arms up and over his head. "They say a goddess came and made them weak enough to kill -- the druids that they came from. Can you imagine that? A god. Not far from where we stood. I hear they're to be feasting soon and I plan on being a part of it." A wolfish grin came over his lips.

[12:36] Minka (MinkaStasarski) nodded. Perhaps they were. She couldn't place them as anything else even if they didn't seem like any demon she'd encountered before. Minka certainly wouldn't claim to know the extent of what demonic creatures could do or become. Smiling a little, her gaze turned skywards as though contemplating the gods above and that one came so near. "So then we've found ourselves a land that gods choose to walk upon, Brandt. Let us only hope they walk with favor." It was a romantic notion - a great battle, great enough to catch the attention of a deity to join them, and a feast to celebrate it after. "Maybe I will join you." Maybe. Who knew where Minka's mood or mind would be when the day came. But then she grinned, brief and amused, with a gesture towards him as she said, "Don't get fat."

[12:41] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "One god," he corrected. "Only one god walks here; the rest are barred, or so it's said. A jealous god, maybe, but you and I are no strangers to jealous gods. And aye, though you should try. Maybe give your tits some heft," Brandt grinned, and just in case he turned and pulled his shield from his back, standing there and holding it while he give it some consideration. "You should learn to use this, a shield," he said to her, careful and ready to use it in the event that she had a complaint about his jibe. "It would not be hard to find one that is not too heavy for your arm."

[12:47] Minka (MinkaStasarski) might not have said anything for the jibe about her breasts. But Brandt set his shield before him and her eyes narrowed with a subtle tilt of her head. "Why? So I can hide behind it like a coward?" she replied in a voice light and slightly poking. A hand went up to grasp her sword's hilt and she began to pull it round. "Ya have a complaint with my bosom, Brandt? How fitting you hide behind your shield now. Afraid of something, are ya?"

[12:51] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "No, not particularly," Brandt replied, his grin widening. "I like your breasts. I like how they feel in my hand, and in my mouth," he gave her a wink as she began to draw her sword, then at the very last moment, he stepped forward and shoved it at her face with both hands, looking to smash it against her. "You're always so eager to shove them in my face, Minka!"

[12:51] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#c1d7#): 12 - in the fayce!
[12:52] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#195b#): 21 - not the fayse

[12:55] Minka (MinkaStasarski) couldn't help the shadow of a smile that played about her lips, pleased and satisfied with the things he'd said. She didn't blush, but the color of her eyes grew deeper, thoughts of the very things he described heavy in her gaze. At least until he stepped toward her with the shield aimed straight for her face. She made a sound, half laughter and half irritation for what was said as he did and dodged aside, her arm bringing down her sword as she did.

[12:55] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#2159#): 13 - F8 + EotW: smartass.
[12:56] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#3793#): 20 - not the sword!

[12:57] Brandt (Brandt Ashland) turned his shield and swatted her sword out of the air with it, then brought it back around to swing at her face again. Of course there was only so many times he could go for her face before it stopped being effective -- not that it was effective so far -- but the more he used it, the easier she'd find it to dodge. He only hoped that she wouldn't expect it a second time. "And your loins," he added. "You like putting that in my face too!"

[12:58] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#8712#): 15 - in the fayce again!
[12:58] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#cc3e#): 11 - damnit, why?

[13:02] Minka (MinkaStasarski) thought little of how her sword was blocked. the more they fought together the more they knew what to expect and she was well aware of it. For what he said though, her eyes grew wide and the faintest pinkness tinged her face -- right before the shield came smashing into it to block the site. It wasn't like Brandt to speak of lewder topics with her and it worked, throwing her off guard. Her head spun a bit for the blow and when the shield no longer blocked her from his view she'd look to be quite seething -- both for the ploy and the blow and how effectively they'd worked. She lunged back towards him however, heated and quick with irritation rising forth. Her blade drew upwards to slash across his thigh and if looks could kill, her might have.

[13:02] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#b161#): 16 - F8 + EotW: that was a low blow ]:
[13:03] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#4d77#): 18 - if it works!

[13:06] Brandt (Brandt Ashland) laughed and danced out of the way, delighting in her fury and the pinkness on her cheeks. Regardless of who won this bout, he knew that he'd not be disappointed after. Or she might spite him, who knew? "Is this not so? I would say you like my face. You shouldn't aim for it, aye?" Brandt stepped after her and shoved the shield at her chest, pushing with both hands so that it made good impact.

[13:06] Brandt rolls R7 (IoV:#3d39#): 25 - the shield is the weapon
[13:09] Minka rolls R5 (IoV:#3940#): 23 - OOF

[13:12] Minka (MinkaStasarski) had stepped back, fast even, to try to get out of the shield's way, but his reach was long and he moved with purpose and it struck her in the chest even so. She coughed a bit and shook her head, wheezing through the feel of battered ribs and lungs. "You like my breasts, aye? You shouldn't aim for them," was her retort and with it she kicked out at him with her leg. She'd get him one of these days with it, right?

[13:12] Minka rolls R9 (IoV:#451a#): 25 - F8 + EotW: eat foot and get outta my fayse!
[13:12] Brandt rolls R6 (IoV:#abc0#): 6 - no foot!

[13:14] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "Not like they'd--.. oof!" So she did it. He'd not seen her leg coming for him from below his shield, but it knocked him clear back, putting him on his arse and blasting the air from his lungs. Unng. So much so that there wasn't much for him to do but sit there and wheeze.

[13:17] Minka (MinkaStasarski) did it! There was a moment of wild glee with a wicked smile held on her face as she watched him go stumbling back, the air knocked from his chest like he'd done to her so many times before. She'd learned not to take those moments of small victories around him though -- they always ended up with him hitting her back -- and so she lunged after him, following him down to the floor where she sat atop his chest that struggled to find breath, only hindering it further, and turned that wicked grin his way. "You'll learn."

[13:19] Brandt (Brandt Ashland): "Told--.. you.. that--.. you like to.. put it in my face.."