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FIGHT TIME

Jun 18, 2008 22:43

Who: Terry, Jam
Where: Jam's apartment
When: Wednesday afternoon
What: Terry throws down the gauntlet? What's going on here?!

( Don't Let me down, my sweet baby Bambina )

fight, terry, jam

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aruuu June 19 2008, 09:15:31 UTC

"Aiya..? Terry-kun aru ka?" Jam could tell who it was just by the sound of the voice, but it was so very unusual for him to come off sounding so upset, nevermind that he had apparently shown up at her door unannounced. Was there something wrong? Some assassin or another and he was in need of help? Jam was dressed down, but she rushed to the door at the urgent, almost frantic voice of her friend.

Opening the door, she worriedly got a peek at his face, about to ask him what in the world was the matter.

bustaa_wolf June 19 2008, 09:25:51 UTC

Terry wasted no time, throwing a punch through the opened door. He aimed high, just missing her face, but followed the momentum and stepped forward into the apartment. Whirling around, he swept low with a left backhand, preparing for a counterattack, but not hesitating in carrying through with a midsection right punch. His eyes stayed hidden by the brim of his hat, though his mouth was still set in a grimace.

"Huh... 'fraid of this." He drove forward, leading with his shoulder.

aruuu June 19 2008, 09:30:07 UTC

Jam's eyes widened as she saw the fist come whiffing past her face, head jerking away to the side just as it passed. "Wh-!? What are yo-" She didn't have time to finish asking though, and instead had to jump backwards to just miss the punch that followed, which clipped her hip. "Terry-kun, what the heck are you-!?" She tried to ask again, but he came charging in further before she could finish once more. She didn't understand what was going on, standing tensed with a shocked and worried expression. His own face was still hidden, she couldn't read what his expression was.

bustaa_wolf June 19 2008, 09:36:22 UTC

"Come on!" Terry slammed his body forward, performing a shoulder charge right into Jam. He followed with a series of punches, before dropping to the floor, sweeping her ankles with a kick.

He rolled back away, readjusting his cap. His eyes remained hidden as he did, but his body language said that he was just getting started. He drew his fists up before charging again, this time leading with a punch that almost carried him behind it.

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