Church looks up, helmet on the desk next to a short stack of papers. His eyes are sort of sunken, sporting dark circles, as if he hasn't slept in a few days- no wonder he hasn't been without his helmet all week. His face drops even further, if possible, at the sight of Tex. He's managed to avoid her since she tossed the bag on the table the day Flowers came back, but he guesses his luck's gotta run out sometime.
"I'd rather you didn't," he replies dryly. "In fact, just don't say anything at all. Just have a happy fucking new year and get out. I've got work to do." With that, he returns his attention to the sheaf of forms in front of him, gripping a pen in an apparent attempt to keep his cool.
Tex seemed unfazed by the destruction of the comm equipment, swiveling around in the chair and stopping to look at Church, the light of amusement in her eyes.
"Did I walk away? No, I'm right here in the same room still, still wondering why you're now acting like you've got a mondo stick up your ass. Oh, that's right..." She smiled and kicked back, the chair rolling across the floor until momentum dragged it to a stop next to the broken comm screen. She examined it like a technician for minute.
"Hmm, you actually destroyed your team's equipment over lil ol me, I'm very flattered." She sat back in the chair, her elbows on the armrest with her chin resting on her intertwined fingers, exuding an aura of supreme confidence. She knew she could leave whenever she wished, but things were getting interesting.
"I'll destroy shit until you fucking fight like you wanted to. I'm not gonna dick around waiting for you to beat me and leave me in a fucking back alley anymore." Church's scowl deepens, and his voice, if anything, falls lower. "Maybe this time I'll fucking leave your carcass in the cave."
"The cave? Wouldn't be the first time I've slept outside Leo. Camping out under the stars can be an invigorating experience." Tex stood up, cracking her knuckles.
"Well, if it's a fight you want, I guess I can oblige for old time's sake." She stood sideways, her left side facing him as she sunk into stance.
"C'mon then, if you're not afraid to hit a girl." She winked at him, feeling the adrenaline flow and various implants clicking on. Drive away the loneliness, this was something she could handle. She readied herself for a dodge.
"And I didn't mean sleeping," Church snaps, lunging forward with his arms out to keep her from darting one way or the other. It's too much- everything floods right the fuck back, the insults, the abuse, the cheating, the stealing, the fights, the lies, the hurt- and when he hits, knocking her to the ground and sending the chair spinning back across the room to tip over onto the ruined pile of comm server, all he can see are red dregs of the past. He punches one fist against her chest and one against her left shoulder before scrabbling for her throat, snarling.
Tex smiled as he charged her, letting him knock her down. After she landed, she scrunched down and slid on her back a little across the floor, just enough to avoid Church's pummeling, which would be disasterous without her being in armor as well. Rolling over, she twined the rest of her body between his legs and then from a kneeling position stood up. She planted her bare foot flat on his ass, catching him off guard and knocking him down.
"There, that's much better, more like I remember." She chuckled at his furious expression, doing a graceful backflip over to the other side of the room.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you Lenny-Poo? The military scientists amped my reflexes and put me through a hellacious training regimen even for one of my...shall we say pursuits?" She smiled and dropping into another stance, she couldn't do a true attack, not without seriously injuring him anyway. But that was fine, this game was still fun.
Church sneers from where he lies backwards on the floor away from Tex, shaking his head. "Damn bit of good that does." He bucks up and then back, slipping his ankles past Tex's knees and then scissoring outward, knocking her legs apart. It's a jerk of motion after that, Church jacking his superior leg back and then giving a bone-rattling kick into her stomach, knocking her back towards the wall. "I haven't been walking in the fucking park myself- I fight a lot worse now than I did before you bitched me to the curb."
Tex looked up from her position on the floor, taking a deep breath to regain her wind.
"Good, makes it more sporting." She just smiled again, knowing her superior experience and skills would win the day. Feigning like she was more fatigued than she actually was, she waited for Church to come closer. When she finally thought the gap was closed, she sprang from her position and seemingly laid a flurry of slap attacks across Church's body. Bounding out of striking range, she whipped around to survey her handiwork. Church stared at her like she was insane, and then ran forward. As he did so, his armor fell off around him, tripping him up and leaving him in a heap.
"See how big you are without your armor asshole." She purred, relishing the feeling of an even field.
Church snorts out a breath when he hits the floor, rolling around and regaining his feet, albiet crouched low. He glances around him, seeing that he is now left in his thin jumpsuit, and severely pissed at such. What makes it even worse is that he realizes what Tex did. There are no words right this moment, a waste of breath and thinking, as he surveys his playing field. Playing dirty with knives is good and all, but creative destruction is even better. Shaking a hand through his hair with a fangy smirk, he lunges for the discarded chair he had been sitting in when Tex had first arrived. It takes a mere breath for him to whip the solid steel piece of furniture up and around, slamming the seat's edge of it against Tex's side with a sickening 'thwack!' After getting her off balance, he reels back and thrusts the legs of the chair in and around her legs, holding it by the back, and turns it viciously in his grip, the whining 'ping' of metal under stress ringing through the room. He snarls as he pulls the chair up again, shoving it
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While Tex had been sent reeling by the chairshot, she had been able to jump out of harm's way before Church's makeshift fanblade broke her feet,grazing the ceiling of the room with her feet, she tucked into a roll as she landed and and came out behind Church in a kneel, rubbing her side. She turned back to look at him.
"Now that's not very nice." He wanted to play with weapons, that was his choice. Reaching into one of her pockets, her hand was a blur as it came out, three metal streaks whizzing towards Church's torso. She didn't want to kill him, but still let ihm know that she wasn't going to take his supreme idoicy lying down. And here she was, just trying to use the comms. Why did the she always catch the flak?
"I'd rather you didn't," he replies dryly. "In fact, just don't say anything at all. Just have a happy fucking new year and get out. I've got work to do." With that, he returns his attention to the sheaf of forms in front of him, gripping a pen in an apparent attempt to keep his cool.
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"Did I walk away? No, I'm right here in the same room still, still wondering why you're now acting like you've got a mondo stick up your ass. Oh, that's right..." She smiled and kicked back, the chair rolling across the floor until momentum dragged it to a stop next to the broken comm screen. She examined it like a technician for minute.
"Hmm, you actually destroyed your team's equipment over lil ol me, I'm very flattered." She sat back in the chair, her elbows on the armrest with her chin resting on her intertwined fingers, exuding an aura of supreme confidence. She knew she could leave whenever she wished, but things were getting interesting.
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"Well, if it's a fight you want, I guess I can oblige for old time's sake." She stood sideways, her left side facing him as she sunk into stance.
"C'mon then, if you're not afraid to hit a girl." She winked at him, feeling the adrenaline flow and various implants clicking on. Drive away the loneliness, this was something she could handle. She readied herself for a dodge.
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"There, that's much better, more like I remember." She chuckled at his furious expression, doing a graceful backflip over to the other side of the room.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you Lenny-Poo? The military scientists amped my reflexes and put me through a hellacious training regimen even for one of my...shall we say pursuits?" She smiled and dropping into another stance, she couldn't do a true attack, not without seriously injuring him anyway. But that was fine, this game was still fun.
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"Good, makes it more sporting." She just smiled again, knowing her superior experience and skills would win the day. Feigning like she was more fatigued than she actually was, she waited for Church to come closer. When she finally thought the gap was closed, she sprang from her position and seemingly laid a flurry of slap attacks across Church's body. Bounding out of striking range, she whipped around to survey her handiwork. Church stared at her like she was insane, and then ran forward. As he did so, his armor fell off around him, tripping him up and leaving him in a heap.
"See how big you are without your armor asshole." She purred, relishing the feeling of an even field.
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"Now that's not very nice." He wanted to play with weapons, that was his choice. Reaching into one of her pockets, her hand was a blur as it came out, three metal streaks whizzing towards Church's torso. She didn't want to kill him, but still let ihm know that she wasn't going to take his supreme idoicy lying down. And here she was, just trying to use the comms. Why did the she always catch the flak?
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