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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 27, 2010 18:12:45 GMT -5
Sam stepped into the empty building, avoiding the shards of broken glass from where the door had been knocked in, squinting through the shadows cast by the flickering overhead lights. It was a decent-sized bar, or had been before it had been haphazardly abandoned, with a pool table off to one side - still bearing cues, and most likely balls left in the holes - and a small dance floor on the other, near the bar. Rounded support pillars were set at each corner of the dance floor, providing minimal cover.
Sam wasn't looking for a fight, and hadn't come armed, but he was already starting to regret it. But hey, after all, his crazy psychic powers had made him move a whole cupboard once when he was desperate enough. He could always count on that for a backup.
He smirked at the thought, stepped out to the middle of the dance floor, and called, "Hey, is anybody here?" --- Weapons: unarmed, possible telekinesis?
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Post by Chase on Mar 19, 2010 14:36:07 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry for the holdup, man. Haven't been on the site for a bit.]
He was standing in the doorway leading off to the kitchens, positioned beside the bar at the far end of the room. Winchester didn't seem to know he was there, had probably come on some lame humanitarian mission or something. Well, too bad for him. Everyone was long gone. Everyone but him, anyway, and he didn't actually need saving. In fact, he felt in a prime mood to inflict a little suffering.
His dagger in his left boot itched to draw more blood, and he itched to draw it out. But not yet.
Winchester moved out to the center of the room - furthest from the room's shadows, but with a lot of space for someone to sneak in from behind. Chase wasn't in a sneaking mood, though, so he slipped from the shadowed doorway and stepped out in plain view.
"Hey, littlest Winchester. Here all alone, are we?"
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Weapons: Dagger in boot.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 19, 2010 15:16:46 GMT -5
[OOC: No problem. Good to see you back.]
Sam was surprised, but he tried not to show it. If he knew he was going to be here, he probably would've brought along a few weapons. Like Dean. And an UZI.
"Well, I figured I didn't need any backup to take on one goon." He gestured to the devastated bar. "Your bosses put you up to this, or were you just bored?"
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Post by Chase on Apr 9, 2010 11:41:47 GMT -5
"Oh Winchester, you wound me. Maybe I just came here to offer my aid in this clearly tragic situation." He glanced around and shrugged. "After all, it's just wrong to have more than one person left standing in the wake of a good massacre."
Talking had gotten boring. He was itching for blood. As he spoke, he had taken an extra step forward, coming up to the bar and lowering his hand to rest casually atop it. Now the hand darted out to grab a toppled shot glass and fling it toward his opponent. He didn't wait to see Winchester's reaction, or the impact. Distractionary tactics were meant to be taken advantage of. He sprang forward and ran straight at the other man, aiming a straight punch toward his jaw.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Apr 23, 2010 14:01:59 GMT -5
Sam remained tense despite Chase's nonchalant and even helpful tone, and when the glass came flying at him he was ready. He moved his left arm up to guard his face and twisted to the side to present a smaller target. He'd known something like this would be coming, and he could only be grateful that it was a cup instead of a dagger or a bullet. He wouldn't have put either past the twisted Follower.
Despite his relief, he still felt a sharp pain as the glass collided with his elbow. He winced but didn't waver, and focused his gaze back on Chase, who was moving in only a step behind with his fist raised. The glass hit the ground and shattered, but Sam's attention was on Chase's fist, and as it closed in he twisted his body sharply, knocking the punch out of the way with his already raised arm, and then continuing to spin so that his right elbow was aimed at the back of his opponent's head.
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Post by Chase on May 16, 2010 23:08:09 GMT -5
Chase allowed his eyes to drift half-shut as Winchester moved, focusing less on seeing and more on feeling the flow of battle. He knew what Sam was about to do because he knew what he would do - what any half-trained fighter would do with their momentum working the way it was. And so he allowed his own momentum to carry him about as well, spinning with the force of Winchester's block, ducking low under whatever returning swing was coming, and kicking out his leg as he turned to take out his opponent's leg.
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Post by Sam Winchester on May 31, 2010 11:25:45 GMT -5
Sam's returning blow barely missed Chase's head as he ducked under it, and before he knew it, he found himself hitting the ground hard. He shook his head quickly to get rid of the chirping birdies, and his turning head caught sight several shards of broken shot glass. Without hesitating, he reached out and grabbed the largest piece - the entire bottom of the glass had remained intact, and one edge of the glass's side remained attached as well, curving up in a wicked point. He grabbed the glass around its base and swiped out at Chase's legs.
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