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Brawling with Brunnhilde

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Ira, Jan 1, 2018.

  1. Ira

    Ira Guest

    January 6th:

    After getting done with that magical girl, and learning some more about the world from locals, Ira had made his way to the small town called Pandora. Well, to him it was small. But it was one of the biggest towns that this place had, and one of the most prosperous of them. However, the area he was in was not one of the most prosperous, if he were to be completely honest. Of course, given what he wanted was less than legal, Ira supposed that couldn't be helped. What he needed was a way he could match up with that other magical girl's strength. Judging from the blow she had done, it was probably stronger than anything he could dish out at present, and so for the fake of his survival he had to get stronger.

    When a bunch, about 6 individuals decided they wanted to mug him? Ira was not amused. Using his enhanced speed and strength, he showed the individuals his displeasure. All six of them had two broken arms, and two broken legs, in addition to a broken nose, and a few busted ribs. Hopefully that would deter the individuals from messing with him in the future, and give him a bit of leg room.

    Great. He needed new clothing now, because some of them had gotten blood on his clothes. It would be hard to get the stain out, and he'd probably end up having to replace the outfit himself.
     
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  2. Brunnhilde

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    Brunnhilde liked being drunk. The problem was making money in this Valhalla forsaken world. She had thought her previous planet was enough of a bottomless hole but this place? This place didn't have an arena. It had no quick way for her to make enough cash to get wasted every day like she was use to. Here in Pandora that seemed like a nearly impossible task. She made just enough to get tipsy most nights, not drunk, which made her cranky.

    The brunette stumbled her way out of a bar while flipping off the bartender. The guy had said she had had enough. Whatever that was supposed to be. She had never heard of that before. They also didn't have the right booze. The stuff here was weak and made for some other race. Some race that couldn't stand the correct kind of drink in the least bit so Brunnhilde had to pay the price for it.

    Still she stumbled out of the door and stopped on the edge of an unexpected scene. A fight had been broken up. Six people were at odds and ends with one person standing. Obviously that one person was the one who was the victor but it almost seemed off.

    First off the guy was... well, he was a kid. But he could have been from a race like the Asgardians. Raised for battle. For a second she felt her hand inch towards the stunner on her belt, but that would do nothing. There was no arena here. Instead she started to walk through, not exactly caring if she stepped on someone's hand in the process. But her walking slowed as she looked over the damage.

    It wasn't as if some sort of brawl had broken out. That would have been logical. Instead the way that the men were laying on the ground, it seemed that they had been attacking one person together. The kid. Had she been totally wasted, Brunnhilde would have never picked out those details. She stopped for a second and looked at the kid again, one eyebrow arching. How much of a fighter was he?
     
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  3. Ira

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    "They tried to mug me, and I wasn't going to have it," said Ira, as he examined her. Noticing she had a strange looking weapon of some sort n her belt? It worried Ira a little, but when she took her hand off of it, he relaxed for a moment. Ira was not sure about her, but she didn't seem to be hostile towards him. Unlike those men. When one of them tried to get up, Ira raised his shoe, and kicked the man in the head, knocking him out. He'd had enough attempted muggings today, thank you very much and was not going to put up with more of it right now. "After all, it's only about my sixth day here, and I don't want to end up needing someone to rescue me at every turn,"

    Ira grunted out, as he watched her for any sudden moves, subtly tensing his body just in case, and gripping a hand into his pocket. Should he need it, he had a dagger in his pocket that he was quite ready to throw. While he may not be able to form fancy energy shields, or shoot lasers, he had skills of his own. Sure bladesmanship was not a skill most people would think of when it came to one who had super strength, at his disposal. However it was one of the few things Ira was actually good at, and could say that he was good at. "They also ruined my clothing, so I will need a new outfit."
     
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  4. Brunnhilde

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    The kid instantly started to offer up an explanation. Brunnhilde really didn't give a shit about why the fight had started. Or why he had broken some bones. She actually didn't care whether the people on the ground were alive or dead. It didn't matter to her. Just like this kid didn't matter to her either. It was just weird that he was strong enough to take on six others. Interesting like.

    So she wasn't sure if she wanted a fight or not. Not because he had defeated six weaklings but because fights were fun. Could be fun. People here had a way of underestimating her. She didn't look like much compared to some others but Asgardians were well known back home. They weren't people to mess with unless you felt like having a death wish. And a Valkyrie? Well, had she admitted to being one, that would have scared off most of the rest.

    "I don't give a shit." There was a shrug of her shoulders in response. She really didn't care what the kid thought about... anything really. He could take his golden eyed gaze into the river for all she cared. It was just interesting to see, that was all. Had there been an area, she would have captured him to sell for a bit of money. Didn't look like he was worth much but more than the average "human" probably.

    "You're not worth enough." She took a bit of a breath then waved him off with a hand, starting to move away from him with a little bit of a wobble in her step. That was the problem with this place. No one was worth any real amount of money because nobody would pay her for them. God damn Pandora.
     
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  5. Ira

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    "Excuse me? Worth Enough? What is that supposed to mean?" asked Ira as he looked at her for a moment. Was she planning on selling him? Absolutely not! Ira was not going to get mugged, and he was not about to be sold as property by anyone, at any point in time. Ira looked at her plainly, and said to her. "You will not be selling me!" The very idea of it was something detestable to Ira. Even though he was a villain there were some lines he wouldn't cross. Sure he was willing to be a dick most of the time to people, but there were lines he drew, and this was one of them.

    One of his daggers was pulled out, and he held it by the blade, preparing to hurl it at her. "You will not be selling me under any circumstances, do I make myself perfectly clear on that?" asked Ira, as he aimed the dagger, and prepared to throw it at her, should she try anything that he didn't want her to do to him. Slavery was one of the easiest ways to get under his skin. Sure what his former boss had done could be considered slavery, but the mental images he had gotten from her word "worth" Were not ones he wanted to live. Thus, he was putting a stop to that situation right now.
     
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  6. Brunnhilde

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    Obviously this conversation was going to go the wrong way. Maybe there was a reason why she had said the things she had said. Maybe she really did want to get into a fight for no reason. Very few people in Pandora had been able to stand up to her by this point. Very few put up a fight that was fun and Brunnhilde had spent the last several years sparring with the Hulk. She wasn't a pushover by any means.

    And the kid really was taking her words incorrectly. Had he been an Asgardian that attitude would have been beaten out of him by this age. He would have been a good little warrior with the utmost respect for the royal family. Except that had all been lies. So maybe this wasn't the worst thing in the world for him to have. Just annoying for Brunnhilde to listen to.

    "I said you weren't wroth enough anyways." The words snapped out of her mouth and the Asgardian made a rude gesture towards the white haired kid. One that she had seen several times here in Pandora where the middle finger was lifted while the rest of the fingers were not. Flipping the bird. Flipping someone off. Telling them to go fuck themselves. Brunnhilde had decided that she rather liked that gesture so she was using it.
     
  7. Ira

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    "....."

    There were no words to describe how rude she had been to give him that gesture. Angrily he pulled out several of the knives and hurled them at high speeds at her, before attempting to perform a Round House kick to the head. Hopefully at least one of the moves would connect, because he really didn't want to need other people to continually save him. It was getting old, and fast. And honestly, he was in a bad mood. Perhaps fighting her would help him blow off some of the stress he had been accumulating since he had arrived here. Of course being saved by a heroine who had powers similar to the Glitter Force had not exactly done his mood any favors, if he were to be honest.
     
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  8. Brunnhilde

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    Brunnhilde knew she was being rude. It was sort of her standard way to speaking to almost anyone. Even those she typically liked, like the Master, had a bit of cheek in her conversation no matter what. But this punk? This punk she didn't know. He wasn't in control of an entire system that could cater to what Brunnhilde wanted out of life. That just wasn't happening on Pandora and the Asgardian didn't feel like trying to remake it all herself. It would have been far too much work.

    Knives came flying at her but it was easy enough for Brunnhilde to move out of the way of them. They were fast but not nearly as fast as they needed to be. She barely even blinked, just sort of staggered around a little bit. Someone could have easily guessed her lucky at that mark but her skill would show as soon as the young man kicked at her head.

    Brunnhilde caught the man's ankle with one hand while making sure her grip was tight. Not enough to break his bones but if she happened to accidentally do so... well, she couldn't be blamed for defending herself right? "You're out of your league." Then she chucked him to the side. Hard. Into a building. Because that was always a fun thing to do.
     
  9. Ira

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    In Pandora there were many things that came as a total and complete shock to Ira. One of these? Being hurled into a building by someone who was at least as strong as him, if not stronger. Her grip hurt, and he felt it break his ankle before she hurled him into the building. Impacting into it made every part of his body complain in agony. Oh, right now he was not a very happy camper, and wished he could make some Disdaines to back him up against her. Yes, he was that desperate at the moment to try and have a solution to the strength she possessed. Forcing himself up steadily, Ira opened fire with a volley of daggers that he threw at high speeds, but he winced. It hurt to remain on his leg after that had happened, and he knew that his ankle was most certainly miserable. Okay, new plan. If he somehow survived this, a medic was in order and then perhaps he should invest in some armor, or some drugs to heal his body faster.

    Either one would be better than getting flung like this again. Better yet, both. Ira growled as he rushed at her, but was slightly favoring his leg leg, the one he had not used for the kick because of the busted ankle. More daggers were hurled by him at high speeds towards her. This was ridiculous. How could someone like her outclass someone like him? He was not honestly sure, but whatever the reason? It terrified him. "After this fight is over, I'm definitely seeking out a medic... but I won't give up!" said Ira, determined he was not going to lose to her. Already since he had arrived in this place that he still did not know the name of, Ira had been at the mercy of a girl who had dressed in an outfit similar to his enemies. Being defenseless was not going to happen again, he'd keep pushing himself harder and harder, to ensure it didn't.
     
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  10. Brunnhilde

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    Brunnhilde didn't think she had done too much, but she had been sparring with the Hulk for awhile. The champion knew how to punch. He knew how to throw people. It seemed to be one of his favorite things to do and it was something that could make Brunnhilde laugh. Watching people get flung into walls was always fun. Being flung into a wall wasn't nearly as fun. But flinging someone into a wall? Just as fun as the champion made it seem.

    The brunnette didn't know how the young man was going to recover. It seemed that he was still alive but worse for wear as daggers came back out at her. She moved out of the way of these as well, though one came a little close to scraping by her cheek. Probably because she was still tipsy from the bar. But not by much. It would be out of her system far too soon.

    Ugh, then he was talking. She didn't like it when people got all... whiny. "Then you're an idiot and you won't survive." Not this fight. Brunnhilde wasn't going to go out of her way to kill him. Her sword and things were in her ship. Her ship was on the other side of Blackhaven parked next to some other ships. All of her instantly deadly weapons were going and she didn't feel like strangling the kid to death. Far too much energy spent on something that didn't deserve it.

    "You'd do better to learn survival skills." So she was lecturing him. Because that seemed the thing to do at the moment. There were so few people with the proper set of skills to stay alive. They would have been dead day one through one of the portals.
     
  11. Ira

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    She did admittedly have a point. Learning some survival skills, such as more close quarters combat techniques would not be a wasted effort, and would benefit him in the long run. And hell, he could probably use some training in how to shoot lasers out of his hands, or electricity out of his hands. If he could gain back his powers over the wind, he could perhaps blow away that creature that had attacked him and that strange girl in the outfit that reminded him of a Glitter Force Member. Sure he had been rescued by her, and owed her for that. But he didn't like to owe people for that, and so was going to have to do something about that. Perhaps he could pay it forward, or save her life somehow.

    "You do raise a very valid point," grunted Ira who was in quite a lot of pain at the moment due to the wall fling. One of his ribs was probably broken, and he knew his ankle was. In short, he'd need to finish this quick before he passed out from pure and agonizing pain. After all, he was not going to end up owing anyone else his life this month, if he could avoid it or preferably, ever again. Already he had one debt that he knew he was going to have to repay, and that was enough. "As much as it pains me to do this, I must say you have beaten me in this fight. I am not nearly strong enough to take you down, at least at present." Surrender was a blow to his pride sure, but it was better than the alternative. Right now there was only one thing keeping him from passing out, and that was the adrenaline he was feeling right now. Ira had no doubts it would eventually wear off, and he'd pass out. Yet not yet, not in front of someone who had fought him like this. This made two people who were more powerful than he was. A trend that was beginning to irritate him.
     
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  12. Brunnhilde

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    Brunnhilde had learned those skills before she had entered double digits. Now she was far too old to forget them. They had gotten her through many, many things and the smartest thing Brunnhilde had ever done was run from a fight she could not win. She had lived where the rest of the Valkyries had not. It was the best lesson she had ever learned. Right up there with the fact that Odin's family were not to be trusted.

    The brunette had moved slightly closer to where the young man had fallen. He was obviously hurt. She had at least broken his ankle. He had been knocked around too much. He could still probably fight but it was very obvious that Brunnhilde was stronger than he was. That he had a lot to learn in his life.

    "If you're not strong, become skilled. It closes the gap." She was a better fighter now than she had been before. Brunnhilde stood there and wobbled for a second, eyes tightening as she looked at him. Trying to assess if he was fine the way he was or not. Then he admitted defeat but didn't try to crawl away. Survival skills. He was greatly lacking them.

    It wouldn't hurt her to drag him somewhere else. The men on the ground could wake up at some point or someone could try to get her in trouble if he squealed. Apparently there were things like "laws" here that everyone was supposed to follow. So the brunette leaned down to snag the kid by his ankle, the one she had broken. This time her grip was just firm... and she started to drag him down the street. Trying to remember which way the hospital was.
     
  13. Ira

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    Become skilled. It could close the gap of strength between them. She was onto something once more, and he knew he should have attempted to crawl away, but he didn't honestly have the energy with the pain he was in. As she dragged him towards the hospital, he eventually became unconscious. When he woke up, he was in the hospital on a bed, and had been dropped off. Still he was hospitalized due to the injuries he had received.
     
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