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Post by Danny on Jul 22, 2009 6:07:31 GMT -5
"Two on one mate," Chandler groaned, he was not in the mood. "Do the math, we wont think twice before crushing your skull under our boot."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 22, 2009 11:11:07 GMT -5
((OoC: ODST Mitch))
Mitch laughed and put his head up, "I'd really like to see you two try..." he chugged his beer until it was empty ((OoC: Aaaaaand were off...)) and smashed it over Russell's head and knocked over Chandler's drink and stood up. "I REALLY would like to see you try!"
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 22, 2009 11:13:41 GMT -5
Russell, as if effortlessly, picked up Mitch. One hand on his arm, the other on his neck. "I could effortlessly break every single bone in your body. Don't even try. We aren't freaks but we took classes on shooting and destroying things that look at us cross-eyed and we aced those classes."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 22, 2009 11:28:57 GMT -5
((ODST Mitch to start))
Mitch smirked, "take a look around you, freak," Mitch was right, several ODSTs stood up. "If I go down, you have more to deal with. But let's make this fair!" Mitch then proceeded with a knee to the stomach and with all his might, a punch to the face, which would be enough to make even a SPARTAN topple back. He got free of Russell's grasp and went into what looked like a boxing stance, "Come on! You're a freak! You should be able to pick up a truck! Not get your ass kicked by a normal human!"
Mitch and Cassy walked into the mess hall and noticed the commotion. "Son of a bitch I'll-" Cassy put her arm in front of him and pointed to the ODSTs. "Mitch, don't. They'd kick your ass before you got to throw a punch."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 22, 2009 11:38:37 GMT -5
Russell wiped his nose. "You made me bleed on myself! ARRRGH!"
He promptly punched Mitch into the nearby wall, making a great-sounding skateboard-ish crack as he slammed into the concrete.
(OoC: BAR FIGHT FTW!)
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 22, 2009 11:49:40 GMT -5
((OoC: Woo!))
Mitch slowely staggered back up and wiped the blood from the back of is forehead. He shook his head and went back into a fighter stance, "Not bad for a seven year old! Was that all you got?" Mitch asked as he kicked Russell in the stomach and gave him an right hook to the head and a left hook to the ribs, which hurt like hell. For Mitch.
"I really think we should stop this." Cassy said as she sat down with Mitch. "Relax! They're an even match, Russell would kill him in his armour!" Mitch replied as he took another drink. "Besides, it's not my problem."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 22, 2009 11:53:27 GMT -5
Russell was staggered a bit, but he picked Mitch up, WWE-style, and threw him onto a table. Sadly, it was the table Mitch and Cassy were sitting at. By now, everyone was watching the fight: some betted Mitch would win, some betted Russell would win, still others wondered if one would get killed.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 22, 2009 12:06:17 GMT -5
((Alright, first paragraphs are gonna be for ODST Mitch and second paragraphs are gonna be for SPARTAN Mitch))
Mitch laughed and rolled off the table. He staggered back up and was ready for more action. "Not bad! I'll give ya that one!"
Cassy put a hand on her head and shook her head, "Not this crap again..." Mitch stood up and sighed. "now... its my problem..."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 22, 2009 15:27:35 GMT -5
"both of you stop it..you are acting like teenagers" yelled Otto as he drew his sword. "you stop insulting Spartans...we are people do just special people..and I am sorry for what John did but it was part of his training and they did start the fight" said Otto pointing his sword at Mitch (Ooc Odst). "you should have some control of yourself..even if he did start it...I you two make me sick" said Otto. "I order you to stop..unless your the Master Cheif or above the rank of Major I would advise you stop...and I am not afraid to use this" said Otto as he swung his katana and with a serious tone.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 22, 2009 16:04:56 GMT -5
Russell looked at Otto. Although he could easily break the katana if given a right grip, there was more of a chance it would slice his hands off. He decided to break off with Mitch. He turned to Mitch-105 and said, "Didn't see where I was going. Bloody idiot asked if we were freaks. He was askin' for it, but I wasn't in my armor. I'll get you 'nother one."
He then turned to ODST Mitch. "You don't want to know what happens next time you attempt to challenge a SPARTAN," he said before wandering off to get Mitch a free-of-charge drink.
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Post by Twisted Logic on Jul 22, 2009 16:52:20 GMT -5
Krot and Daday creep into the Mess Hall, after seeing the bruised soldiers, the Kig-Yar lets out what seems to be a chuckle, followed by a series of hisses and screeches. After listening to this, the Unggoy snorted with laughter, looks at the humans and says, "He asked if you needed any help killing each-other."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 22, 2009 17:48:21 GMT -5
"No, we don't." was the dry reply from Russell.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 22, 2009 20:22:14 GMT -5
"Hey-uh freak, look at your armour," Mitch pointed to the small dent in the left side of his armour, he was happy with himself. "No steroids, no drugs. That's a legitimate punch there. How 'bout a drink?"
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Post by thundercavalier on Jul 23, 2009 2:39:56 GMT -5
OOC: If I'm doing something wrong, please alert me. I don't want to cause any disrespect. I'm not trying to prove that I'm better than other people; My character's just an asshole to anyone that isn't a Covenant soldier, and he's rather peeved for reasons that will be explained later. --- The bar's doors flew open, the Sangheili slowly walking into the bar. The marines, ODSTs, and few Covenant troops that drank with vigor quickly slammed their glasses down, looking at the newest arrival. The only one that could possibly intimidate him, the Spartan-IV Mitch, designation Spartan-105, was the first one that stood level to him. The Sangheili brushed passed him without even meeting eye contact, his attention centered on the Covenant soldiers who had been previously cheering the bar fight on. The Sangheili pulled out a Covenant datapad, making quick notes after a brief glance at the two curious men. "Krot... Kig-Yar... rank Private... minimal discipline. "Dayay... Unggoy... rank Translator... minimal discipline. How pathetic. The stories I've been told about these soldiers is astounding, as I find them quite... peculiar. They seem the average type, though probably they degrade their skill with this barbaric drinking of theirs. How sad." Pocketing the notes, the Sangheili brushed... or moreso shoved the Spartan-IV out of the way, an air of arrogance emanating from him. The marines and ODSTs around the bar clenched their fists with anger, the sound of a glass breaking in the distance. "Elite bastard!" The Sangheili stiffened, his attention alerted to the shield generators materializing a shield over the unscathed red armor. The glass shards of the thrown bottle were crushed underfoot, a Plasma Rifle brandished. His eyes flared with a suppressed bloodlust. "I am Ultros 'Elitoni, Major Domo, rank Sergeant in human terms, of Sanghelios and the Covenant Separatists. I am a veteran of the Human-Covenant and Covenant Civil War, hardened by combat and bathed in blood. I DO NOT tolerate such dishonor toward a superior. Would the one who so blatantly showed disrespect come forth so I may smite you down?"
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Post by Danny on Jul 23, 2009 2:49:57 GMT -5
Chandler sighed and tightened his armour back up. He placed his helmet back on and stood. "I hope we get to fight together some time," he said happily, to ODST Mitch. He was about to make a threat, one that could end his career... if it were made by another soldier that is. Truth was, the UNSC needed Spartans. "I might just accidentally forget to cover you, or better yet, shoot you myself," he said coldly. He then walked and stood in front of Cassy. "You shot me in the back," he growled. "I didn't like that," He then glanced at everyone in the mess and left.
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