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Forbade Desire: Oh no you don't, you mother fucker.

-=Scrabbling to her feet, Mara snarled and made chase. The huntress was honed, lean, strong, and capable. Those icepicks flashed around her.. One paper thin edge scoring a line across one porcelain cheek. Ignored even as the scarlet flowed across her face. Her prey was not getting off so easy.. from the folds of her loose top came Mara's trademark. A Browning Hi-Power. She'd shot into crowds before, she'd do it again.. A well-taken aim launched a bullet for the muscle in the back of his left thigh.=-

RebornAndRuthlss: Did this little girl truly believe she was the first person to hunt Ruckus? The only? He had simply been delivered to her, this time. He had escaped worse ( though admittedly, it had not always been completely unscathed ). Her recklessness, however, was met with a preternatural sense of danger, and the only thing that was perhaps for frightening than Ruckus' lethal skills, was his ability to seemingly predict, if not simply evade, the very same skills displayed by another. When the first body fell, Ruckus rose, and with a foot planting upon the shoulder of another bystander ( who samerily lost their chest cavity from another blind shot ), he'd twist up into his jump, corkscrewing with painful ease, launching himself before the face of the sun, obscuring him, significantly. Another burst of blades, and the question of where they constantly came from would rise before long. Unfortunately, he was running low. Fortunately-- he was using the girl's predisposed nature to his advantage, and while she would take pot-shots at him, he sent those blades slicing down to her. A farce, however-- as they were intended for his mark instead, lascerating, impaling, bitingcuttingtasting the woman.

Forbade Desire: -=Unperturbed, the feint would cost him as a jerking pain blossomed through his stomach. Mara.. had a particular sense of irony. One of his one weapons had returned to him, driven to the pommel into his gut. How had she gotten so close? Before he could really begin to comprehend what had just happened, a flying, high kick would snap his head to the side. ..The hired gun had no conscience, no remorse for those fallen to her, or the mark made by Ruckus. She was beyond it, even in Law. The Courts had given her the right to kill in the name of a Greater Good. Her grace was admirable; Ecko was a creature of demurity and cattlike reflex. Lightning fast. All she wanted to do was be done with it.=-

RebornAndRuthlss: Indeed, her speed, her grace-- it was admirable. Ruckus had simply learned to accept pain after all these years.That was not to say he enjoyed the sensation. No less, from one of his own knives. He knew their danger... knew their sharpness. But he would not let it hinder him, or phase him. His will had been tempered with hate, and ice, amazingly resilient elements. The kick to the head was taken with full effect, and when he went down, his body contorted, so that a hand met the ground first, and when he crashed to his shoulder-- he did well to return the favor, as her blouse soon bloomed a heinous shade of scarlet, his final two blades finding a breast, and between two ribs. His crash was met with a muffled 'oomph' of collision, and he only rolled with the momentum, torquing his hips so that he sprung up in a twisting spiral, and back to his feet again, fingers flitting over the blade in his stomach, and wrenching it free with a flick.

Forbade Desire: -=Behind the blood-speckled protection of her sunglasses, gemstone recesses widened, but her mouth took on a thin-lipped expression of... distaste. As if those knives protruding from her body were only a minor setback. Slim, claret marred digits twined the first and jerked it free with a sickening 'shuuuck'.. the other, in her ribs.. was a more delicate matter..Though was treated in the same way. She should be in shock already, should have been on the ground. Discipline overcomes pain, conquers fear, and diminishes failure. But Mara hadn't failed yet.. and though paled and losing that precious crimson elixir, she did not relent. Like a seasoned knife-fighter.. the featherlight things that had tasted of her own snapped out in blurring complication of intricate slashes. Just how many things was this kid able to do? One had to wonder...=-

RebornAndRuthlss: Ahh... a contest of skills was it? Ruckus waved her to him with the tip of his own stained blade, his opposite hand held at his side, as if a fencer, and whens he burst at him with that first wave of strikes, his hand lanced between her strikes like some wicked-fast viper-- his own blade stabbing hungrily into the wrist of her lead hand. He dropped, immediately then, falling to the ground, as his foot shot up to her middle section, just below her field of strikes, and his hand, open palmed, was there to catch the blade that her, no doubt, incapacitated and crippled hand would release. A kip up to his feet, and he'd check over her shoulder to his target. She had not yet moved, from her small pool of sanguine, and with a final flick of the blade, almost as if an afterthought, at the girl's feet, he began to spring away from her, covering distance quickly in his short bounds, as he refused to present his back to her. Better to leave her with the impaled wrist to worry about. She was not his concern. Not today, at least.

Forbade Desire: -=Mara stayed on her back for a long, seething moment, teeth grit.. her short, mussed curls a softly feathered halo about her head as her concentration went to breathing. She could feel the liquid oozing into her lungs even then.. her good hand held tight to still the her impaled limb, muscles twitching viciously under her unyielding fingers. And before her vision began to blur, the huntress laughed. An amazingly faeish, jovial sound.. Though with the fluid rattle of her breathing and the sudden, horrified din over the park, it was metallic.=-

-vs- Next time, Ruckus.

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Part of SL with Robbit. ^_^ Mara is such a spiffy character.. Everytime I've drawn her, she's looked too cutesy. Not anymore!

Description
Forbade Desire: Oh no you don't, you mother fucker.

-=Scrabbling to her feet, Mara snarled and made chase. The huntress was honed, lean, strong, and capable. Those icepicks flashed around her.. One paper thin edge scoring a line across one porcelain cheek. Ignored even as the scarlet flowed across her face. Her prey was not getting off so easy.. from the folds of her loose top came Mara's trademark. A Browning Hi-Power. She'd shot into crowds before, she'd do it again.. A well-taken aim launched a bullet for the muscle in the back of his left thigh.=-

RebornAndRuthlss: Did this little girl truly believe she was the first person to hunt Ruckus? The only? He had simply been delivered to her, this time. He had escaped worse ( though admittedly, it had not always been completely unscathed ). Her recklessness, however, was met with a preternatural sense of danger, and the only thing that was perhaps for frightening than Ruckus' lethal skills, was his ability to seemingly predict, if not simply evade, the very same skills displayed by another. When the first body fell, Ruckus rose, and with a foot planting upon the shoulder of another bystander ( who samerily lost their chest cavity from another blind shot ), he'd twist up into his jump, corkscrewing with painful ease, launching himself before the face of the sun, obscuring him, significantly. Another burst of blades, and the question of where they constantly came from would rise before long. Unfortunately, he was running low. Fortunately-- he was using the girl's predisposed nature to his advantage, and while she would take pot-shots at him, he sent those blades slicing down to her. A farce, however-- as they were intended for his mark instead, lascerating, impaling, bitingcuttingtasting the woman.

Forbade Desire: -=Unperturbed, the feint would cost him as a jerking pain blossomed through his stomach. Mara.. had a particular sense of irony. One of his one weapons had returned to him, driven to the pommel into his gut. How had she gotten so close? Before he could really begin to comprehend what had just happened, a flying, high kick would snap his head to the side. ..The hired gun had no conscience, no remorse for those fallen to her, or the mark made by Ruckus. She was beyond it, even in Law. The Courts had given her the right to kill in the name of a Greater Good. Her grace was admirable; Ecko was a creature of demurity and cattlike reflex. Lightning fast. All she wanted to do was be done with it.=-

RebornAndRuthlss: Indeed, her speed, her grace-- it was admirable. Ruckus had simply learned to accept pain after all these years.That was not to say he enjoyed the sensation. No less, from one of his own knives. He knew their danger... knew their sharpness. But he would not let it hinder him, or phase him. His will had been tempered with hate, and ice, amazingly resilient elements. The kick to the head was taken with full effect, and when he went down, his body contorted, so that a hand met the ground first, and when he crashed to his shoulder-- he did well to return the favor, as her blouse soon bloomed a heinous shade of scarlet, his final two blades finding a breast, and between two ribs. His crash was met with a muffled 'oomph' of collision, and he only rolled with the momentum, torquing his hips so that he sprung up in a twisting spiral, and back to his feet again, fingers flitting over the blade in his stomach, and wrenching it free with a flick.

Forbade Desire: -=Behind the blood-speckled protection of her sunglasses, gemstone recesses widened, but her mouth took on a thin-lipped expression of... distaste. As if those knives protruding from her body were only a minor setback. Slim, claret marred digits twined the first and jerked it free with a sickening 'shuuuck'.. the other, in her ribs.. was a more delicate matter..Though was treated in the same way. She should be in shock already, should have been on the ground. Discipline overcomes pain, conquers fear, and diminishes failure. But Mara hadn't failed yet.. and though paled and losing that precious crimson elixir, she did not relent. Like a seasoned knife-fighter.. the featherlight things that had tasted of her own snapped out in blurring complication of intricate slashes. Just how many things was this kid able to do? One had to wonder...=-

RebornAndRuthlss: Ahh... a contest of skills was it? Ruckus waved her to him with the tip of his own stained blade, his opposite hand held at his side, as if a fencer, and whens he burst at him with that first wave of strikes, his hand lanced between her strikes like some wicked-fast viper-- his own blade stabbing hungrily into the wrist of her lead hand. He dropped, immediately then, falling to the ground, as his foot shot up to her middle section, just below her field of strikes, and his hand, open palmed, was there to catch the blade that her, no doubt, incapacitated and crippled hand would release. A kip up to his feet, and he'd check over her shoulder to his target. She had not yet moved, from her small pool of sanguine, and with a final flick of the blade, almost as if an afterthought, at the girl's feet, he began to spring away from her, covering distance quickly in his short bounds, as he refused to present his back to her. Better to leave her with the impaled wrist to worry about. She was not his concern. Not today, at least.

Forbade Desire: -=Mara stayed on her back for a long, seething moment, teeth grit.. her short, mussed curls a softly feathered halo about her head as her concentration went to breathing. She could feel the liquid oozing into her lungs even then.. her good hand held tight to still the her impaled limb, muscles twitching viciously under her unyielding fingers. And before her vision began to blur, the huntress laughed. An amazingly faeish, jovial sound.. Though with the fluid rattle of her breathing and the sudden, horrified din over the park, it was metallic.=-

-vs- Next time, Ruckus.

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Part of SL with Robbit. ^_^ Mara is such a spiffy character.. Everytime I've drawn her, she's looked too cutesy. Not anymore!