Post by Cassandra Cain on Oct 27, 2012 1:22:18 GMT -5
This assassin was another person that needed to be captured to keep from harming others. It was quite obvious he meant business and even though he tried everything to put her down, she kept coming. Every move should have frightened her, but it made her colder, and more meticulous. She could not fail, she would not fail.
She knew that the injuries must be irritating if not distracting him somewhat, and squeezed her legs like a vice to see if she could crack a rib if not continue to exacerbate his bleeding injuries. His attack did surprise her, but being so close, she could almost taste the anticipation of such a move as one of the several alternatives that he could attempt. Even while avoiding the attack, she had to compensate for the awkward backward roll that had the wind knocked out of her a second time and him on top of her pinning her yet again to the ground.
A soft growl escaped as she noticed the dagger that he had tried to re-arm himself with. Her eyes glittered angrily as she suddenly had a sense that he had change from an angry and frustrated opponent to one that seemed almost playful. It caught her off guard and she filed it away as if he was trying to start a distraction of his own just to let down her guard so he could end her life.
There was a bit of rooting around for the various knives that she had embedded into his body that he was attempting to pull out and again she heard more metal being thrown across the ground dripping with his blood. As he tried again to head but her, she quickly darted towards the opposite to try to throw him off of her, but he purposely kept her pinned down so she could not squirm away from his hold.
When he began to go for his dagger and kept the baton firmly against her chest, she tried her best to throw him off of her or get out of the hold. It was rather irritating that he was anticipating her attempts to escape this bit of grappling, but it did not help that he purposely decided to lay on top of her to keep her skill. Cass met his gaze and her eyes narrowed as she felt as if he was finding something amusing. Her arms were trying to keep the baton away from her neck and preventing her from breathing, but she tried to kick his legs with her own boots figuring being irritating enough would get the bastard off of her. With the dagger flying towards her, she finally pushed the baton upwards to tip him at least and avoided the dagger from coming down somewhere vital, but felt the Nth dagger stabbing into her shoulder causing her to cry out fighting harder to get the assassin off of her.
Her mind flashing through the best and more painful scenarios as she prepared to make her attack despite the dagger sticking out of her shoulder. If anything, she would make him hurt and remember her in the morning.
She knew that the injuries must be irritating if not distracting him somewhat, and squeezed her legs like a vice to see if she could crack a rib if not continue to exacerbate his bleeding injuries. His attack did surprise her, but being so close, she could almost taste the anticipation of such a move as one of the several alternatives that he could attempt. Even while avoiding the attack, she had to compensate for the awkward backward roll that had the wind knocked out of her a second time and him on top of her pinning her yet again to the ground.
A soft growl escaped as she noticed the dagger that he had tried to re-arm himself with. Her eyes glittered angrily as she suddenly had a sense that he had change from an angry and frustrated opponent to one that seemed almost playful. It caught her off guard and she filed it away as if he was trying to start a distraction of his own just to let down her guard so he could end her life.
There was a bit of rooting around for the various knives that she had embedded into his body that he was attempting to pull out and again she heard more metal being thrown across the ground dripping with his blood. As he tried again to head but her, she quickly darted towards the opposite to try to throw him off of her, but he purposely kept her pinned down so she could not squirm away from his hold.
When he began to go for his dagger and kept the baton firmly against her chest, she tried her best to throw him off of her or get out of the hold. It was rather irritating that he was anticipating her attempts to escape this bit of grappling, but it did not help that he purposely decided to lay on top of her to keep her skill. Cass met his gaze and her eyes narrowed as she felt as if he was finding something amusing. Her arms were trying to keep the baton away from her neck and preventing her from breathing, but she tried to kick his legs with her own boots figuring being irritating enough would get the bastard off of her. With the dagger flying towards her, she finally pushed the baton upwards to tip him at least and avoided the dagger from coming down somewhere vital, but felt the Nth dagger stabbing into her shoulder causing her to cry out fighting harder to get the assassin off of her.
Her mind flashing through the best and more painful scenarios as she prepared to make her attack despite the dagger sticking out of her shoulder. If anything, she would make him hurt and remember her in the morning.